Ch 31
Cindy was having the time of her life! Jackie's old mermaid tail fit her perfectly. Jackie and Joan showed her how to swim with it. It was harder than Cindy thought. Louise explained how to go slower and hold her breath longer. In the shallow end of the pool, Cindy spent much of the day learning how to be a mermaid.
John manned the grill, Sonya and Mark had settled down in the side yard in the 'lover's seat, leaning up against each other's knees as they talked. The other women congregated near the picnic table having their own discussion.
Martin and Sarah arrived, Marin carrying a case of beer. "Hey John, where's your cooler?" he asked.
John pointed to it. "Hey Martin, Mom, where you guys been?"
Sarah put an arm around Martin and said, "You can call him, Dad, now John."
"Really? John cried. "Mom that's great!"
"We though you'd never get married, congratulations!" Delilah beamed.
"It's about time," Cameron told them.
"So, what have you been up to?" Martin asked.
With a smirk, Cameron said, "Keeping Joan's alligator out of the yard."
Sarah frowned at John. "You let Joan have an alligator?"
"Not 'let' Mm," John replied.
"Where is it, not in the pool with the kids, right?" Martin asked.
Delilah pointed and said, "Other side of the fence, over there."
Martin and Sarah went that way. Martin then said, "That's full grown alligator! I though you were talking about a little one."
John chuckled. "Joan doesn't do anything small."
Carol's Wrangler pulled into the nearly full parking area.
Joan and Jackie had gotten out of the pool to meet Martin and Sarah with hugs and greetings. They introduced them to Louise, then Joan saw the Jeep. "BOB!" she cried and ran over to hug him.
In the gaggle of meetings and greetings, again Darlene was surprised to see Sarah and Martin didn't look quite old enough to be grandparents unless every woman here had had babies at like 16. Even with that thought in mind, Cameron didn't look any older than about 20, how could she have a 14 year old daughter? The question bothered her, but she refrained from asking.
Her curiosity peaked when she heard John ask his mother, "Why didn't you tell us you were going to get married?"
Sarah eyed him. "Why didn't you?"
Darlene took this as an in. "John? You didn't tell your mother you were getting married? Why not?"
"John and Cameron, BOTH of them, used to like to shock me with news," Sarah told her. Frowning at her son, she said, "Cameron had her diamond and she brought their marriage license and certificate down to show me."
Martin laughed, "When they added Delilah to their marriage, Sarah tried to spray coffee all over the kitchen."
"OH, let's not forget the call that Cameron was now pregnant," Sarah added, glowering at John. "At least Cameron told me about it."
"Sarah sat there not breathing, I was afraid I'm have to call an ambulance," Martin said with a grin.
"Shame on you, John, leaving your mother out of such details, " Darlene said.
John winced and shrugged. "Mom didn't like Cameron a whole lot back then. I was afraid to tell her."
"I must say, Cameron has surprised me. She's turned out to be a good wife and mother. So has Delilah," Sarah admitted.
"I don't understand, that's polygamy, isn't that against the law?" Darlene asked.
"Not for us, we're not human," Cameron told her.
"You're mermaids?" Darlene asked.
"We're cyborgs," Cameron stated.
"Thing One and Thing Two," Martin sang.
"Thing Two and Thing One! We can do anything, anything anything under the sun!" Delilah sang, grinning.
John, Martin, Delilah and Cameron laughed. Sarah rolled her eyes.
"Wait a minute!" Carol said, pointing at Cameron. "I remember, that karaoke contest you did way back when I was in school! You played football for Canyon College! You were the Iron Maiden and Delilah was the Bulldozer! You went to that big athlete's dinner with the Governor. Cameron you saved him and took three bullets in the back, but walked out of there! It was all over the news. You also gave a concert to the troops in Gibraltar, and those Charity Concerts you gave in Palmdale. That was you, wasn't it?"
"We did," Cameron agreed.
I thought you'd be older by now, that was what, like fifteen years ago?" Carol asked in amazement.
"Twelve and a half, about," Cameron agreed.
"Oh my God, you girls are famous!" Carol gushed.
"What's this?" Darlene asked, "Cameron was shot?"
Carol nodded. "It was all over the news, an assassin tried to kill the Governor, Cameron covered him. The assassin hit her twice, then the guard trying to kill the assassin hit her a third time. We were all ready to give her a memorial service, but then, she walks off the bus like it was nothing."
"It did hurt. Alot," Cameron offered.
"I bet it did." Carol agreed. "Most people would be dead from one bullet, let alone three. And you went right back to playing football."
Cameron shrugged. "We're cyborgs, we're hard to kill."
"There goes no one knowing who we are," John said dryly and put the steaks into the second marinating.
"Ladies?" Martin said to get their attention. "Cameron, Delilah and Sonya may be human sized tanks, but they still feel and have needs just like the rest of us. The fact is, if they weren't so tough, they'd be dead by now."
"That is very true," Claire added, remembering how torn up Cameron was after they had come back that one time. "Even after getting hit with a rocket, Cameron came home and took care of Baby Joan."
Daniel nodded. "I remember the nightmares you had after seeing that," Daniel told his wife.
Allison came running, "The alligator's trying to climb the fence again!"
"Where's Joan?" John asked.
Allison shrugged. "Joan and Bob knida disappeared."
Cameron let out a huff. "I'll get it." She strode over to where the alligator had both front feet gripping the chain links, it's head just above the top rail. It was trying, but couldn't get it's back feet close enough to grip the fence. Allison followed her.
Walking up to it, Cameron grabbed the exposed underside of the base of it's head and pushed. The alligator opened it's mouth and tried to wiggle free, hissing out. It lost it's grip and toppled down off the fence.
"He's hungry again," Cameron said flatly. She then turned and yelled, "JOAN! QUIT MAKING OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND AND FEED YOUR ALLIGATOR!"
A couple minutes later, Joan ran around from the other side of the house, her shirt wrinkled and miss buttoned, and yelled back, "He's not my alligator!"
"FEED HIM!" Cameron barked.
"Man!" Joan complained and stomped into the house.
Martin chuckled. Sarah elbowed him.
Walking back to the rest of the adult group, Cameron said, "It's feed him or make him into boots. Right now, we don't need boots."
John cast her a smirk. "You're getting attached to him too."
"No, I just don't want him in the yard," Cameron replied.
"Yeah, right," Allison said, grinning. "Maybe Joan will find a pig to kick to him."
"That was accidental," Cameron insisted.
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John Henry had picked up a conversation on an internet meeting room. Their IP's were masked.
K1 : We lost the entire A group before they could hit that town.
L3 : It had to be gov, and they are the ones doing the investigation.
B4 : Send another to teach them a lesson?
K1 : Not yet. L3, send in tourists, find the guilty.
L3 : S&D?
K1 : 2 gps, 1 cameras, 2 dig info. Act on joy. Level the field.
L3 : K.
After it was over, he sent the text to John Connor's computer and marked it URGENT.
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Since they couldn't make the alligator leave and didn't want to kill it, they came up with a new plan. One of Joan's chores was now to feed the alligator at a specific place by the fence, twice a day. Once at 7AM, then again at 6PM, which would be good times when school started up again next week. It also meant right after Joan had her breakfast, the alligator got his. After being fed in the same every day, they were sure he would return to that spot when he was hungry.
Delilah drove when they went shopping for school supplies. Christine only had 54,127 miles on her now by the odometer, and she was looking great. John got John Henry's message. He sat with Cameron as Delilah ran the kids around. They connected to John Henry to see if he could find out more.
On John's computer screen, John Henry said, "I am sorry, John, I cannot find out any more about this group. I searched for code in their identifiers, the only think I could deduce is this K1 is the leader, or speaking for the leader. With no other identifiers and no IP to trace, I have no data to follow up on."
"At least we know they are coming." Cameron said. "The question is, avoid them and let them search blindly, or do we give them hints so they will find us, so we can eliminate them."
John frowned. "If we stay hidden, they will keep searching. Possibly falsely accuse someone else and attack them. That makes drawing them in a better plan. Then again, if they are being watched, drawing them in and eliminating them will show their leaders right where we are. That will cause bigger problems."
"The big question is, will they tell anyone else about us, or try to deal with us themselves," Cameron said. If they find proof then run to the press with it, that will be bad. Making them disappear is the only solution."
John nodded. "We will need to find all of whoever comes. If even one gets away, then we'll be in trouble."
"We will need to interrogate them," Cameron stated. "They may prefer to die than be captured."
"We'll just have to be careful and make sure we take them alive," John said.
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Mr. Kelly had just retired. Claire Young being an experienced school teacher, was hired to take his place teaching 5th grade. Since the school had a slim budget, only having 84 kids in the first 7 grades, that also meant small class sizes as well as many class supplies had to be paid for with other than school funds. Going to the school, Delilah met with the principal for the bus schedule as Jackie, JJ and Louise went to see their new teacher and classroom. Finding the shortfall every years was an average of $1,890, she gave the principal a $2,000 check to help cover this year's expenses. Once they were done there, She took the kids to the High school to get Joan registered. Here again, the High School had been begging for new computers, the ones they had were ancient 395's and an original Pentium. Delilah called John, he OK'd buying the school 12 new laptops and 2 new desktops.
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Sonya had all the exposed wood painted in a white base-coat. She knew Cameron liked purple and Sonya like red. Painting was an odd thing, no matter how careful she was, she got some on her and on the ground. Maybe that was why it was best to paint outside. The rail and rail uprights she painted in line before they were put on. Paint liked to get on things you didn't want it to. While she waited for this coat to dry, She bolted the rudders on the stern end where the hinges stuck out. These were aluminum plates Mark had made with ball joints attached in the middle of the top of the rudders. The ball joints would be hooked to the steering gear later when Mark got off work.
"Wow! You're a tall one!"
Sonya turned to see someone new. The man wore a plain shirt, shorts and sneakers. Definitely not from around here. "Hello, who are you?" she asked.
"I work for ABC news," he said and showed her his press card. She looked at it closely with a zoom. It looked home made.
"What does a news station want with me?" she asked and put the last bolt in to tighten it down.
"This your boat?" he asked.
"Our family boat. So, what did you want?"
The man took on a serious look. "There was a bus and a news van destroyed not far south of here a couple weeks ago. Can you tell me anything about it?"
Sonya shrugged. "Not really, heard something about that. Nothing I can honestly tell you about."
"I heard that a big woman was seen driving from that direction in a large black SUV like that one sitting over here. Heard it looked like she had a wound on her head."
"Do I look like I have a wound on my head?" she asked.
"I don't mean to imply it was you," he said quickly. "I'm thinking someone who tried their best to look like you, so cops would come asking you questions."
"They have already come and gone. I've been here working on our boat," Sonya told him.
"You're building that yourself?"
"MY boyfriend helps when he can." Sonya replied. She stayed kneeling so he didn't see her full height.
"I heard there were no survivors from that bus attack, the whole thing was burned out," he said.
"I don't know, like I said, I only heard the gossip about it."
He pulled a card out and handed it to her. "If you hear anything, please give me a call."
Sonya took the card and pocketed it. She nodded. The man turned and left. She watched him go. He paused by her left rear fender on the way out. Once he was gone from sight she went over and felt up under her fender. She pulled out a tracking device. She called John.
"JC."
"Sonya here, a man came to the back of the garage to ask me about the bus that burned up to the south. He gave me his card, but his ID looked home made. He also left a tracker on the Excursion."
"That was fast. Recognize him?"
"No, he's from out of town. White golf shirt, tan shorts, sneakers. He's on foot, I didn't see a vehicle."
"Stay put for the moment, I'll call you back."
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John called Delilah and gave her the description of the man who visited Sonya. At the school, she could see the whole main street. Waiting for the kids, she was outside. She walked down the drive and said, "I see him, John. Follow him?"
"No, nothing suspicious. Just watch him while you can and note where he goes."
"Got it."
She went back to lean against Christine's front fender. When the man came into view, she pretended to play with her phone. He slowed, seeing her, then walked up the driveway. She pretended to notice him only ten feet away and closed up her phone.
"Now that is quite a classic," he beamed. "You have a very nice care there, Ma'am."
"Yes, my car is special," she agreed.
He came closer and raised his hand towards the hood.
"No touching," she said firmly.
He paused and pulled back. "Sorry, it's, just for it's age, this car is really in perfect shape! What year is it?"
"!958, and I am very careful with it."
"I can see why," he agreed. "Say, do you know anything about the bus that was attacked and burned up just south of here? A couple miles down the road?"
"No, do you?"
"I was looking for someone who saw something," he said and showed her his ABC badge.
"I live out of town. I come to get necessities and drive the kids," Delilah told him.
He walked around the front of the car. Delilah followed him. He noticed.
"I'm not going to do anything to your car, if that's what you're afraid of," he told her.
"That's what some say, then key the paint or try to put a dent in it and run," Delilah said flatly. "I'll warn you right now, you won't get far."
He backed away from Christine a bit and raised his hands up. "I'm just admiring. This has got to be one of a kind. I'm surprised you drive it every day. I mean, most folks keep their old cars garaged and only bring them out for shows and things like that. This car is show-quality."
"What good is a car if you don't drive it?" Delilah asked.
"I'd be worried about the wear on it, and it can't get the best gas mileage."
"If I was worried abut how much gas I use, I wouldn't be driving a two ton car around."
"Good point," he admitted. "Have you heard any rumors about that bus attack?"
"I don't listen to rumor, nor repeat them," Delilah replied as she followed him around to the back.
He smiled briefly. "Well thank you for talking to me and, that is a fantastic looking car." He waved and went on his way.
Delilah watched him until he was back by the road. Once he was out of sight, she called John to let him know where this guy was.
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John and Cameron talked about what to do about the tracker. Cameron had an idea, John heard her out. Although he was nervous about it, they went with it.
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Cameron went to the garage just before quitting time. When Mark came out to help Sonya she explained her plan. "These people want to track Sonya. Sonya, give me the tracker, drive north to that dirt road that come out just past Sarah's place on our road. I'll follow you out then keep going north. We have a chance to find out more about these people."
They agreed. Cameron got the tracker, and followed them out of the lot. She kept a close eye out for pursuit. Once Sonya had turned off and was gone down the dirt road, she went a few more miles then dropped the tracker. She continued on a few hundred yards then pulled off to the side. Getting in the back, she got a garden rake out. Walking a few yards off the road, she began raking up the dirt.
Watching what was coming from town as she idly raked, she was at it for over an hour before a car came. She noted it stopped right about where she dropped the tracker. She now looked at the ground as she raked, then bend to pick up a spent shell. She pocketed it. A little farther she picked up a couple shotgun shells.
The light blue car came up and stopped behind her Jeep. Two men were in the front seat, two women were in the back. One man got out and came over to her. It wasn't a reporter but another man in light clothes and regular shoes.
"Loose something?" he asked.
She glanced at him. "No, trying to find something."
Seeing something metallic, she dug it out and inspected it. another 30.06 casing.
"You're looking for spent rifle rounds?" he asked.
"Not the ones I'm finding," she stated. "All I found were a few 12 gauge shotgun shells and a couple 30.06 casings. The military hasn't used that shell since World War Two. These came from a hunting rifle."
"You're looking for military rounds?" he asked, watching her.
"Yes. It was hard to hear when it happened, but around here someplace, I heard minigun fire as well as explosions. I saw the glow of the fires, but only came looking after all the vehicles left."
"Are you looking for the site where protesters were killed en-mass?" he asked.
Cameron finally looked at him. "I don't know who they were, but someone, many someones were killed. I was looking for evidence on who killed innocent people."
"So are we!" he said."You didn't see anything, did you?"
"I saw the reflection of fires after all the shooting, and heard the booms and minigun fire," she told him. "I didn't see who was actually involved. That is why I am out here digging in the ground."
"So, you found the place where it happened," he asked eagerly.
"No, I know the area, so far I haven't found the exact spot. I told you, that was what I was looking for."
"Did you see a big black SUV come this way?" he asked.
"I noticed a big black car drive by. Didn't really look to see what it was," Cameron said.
The man waved for her to follow. "Could you come over here a moment?"
Cameron saw the others were out of the car now. They were all watching her. "Why?" she asked.
"We are also looking for proof who killed those people. We even have a lead," he explained.
Cameron slowly went with him. She noticed they all had concealed pistols. The one man talked to the other, then the man with the press badge asked, "You saw the massacre?"
"Not directly, but I heard it and I saw the glow of fire in the distance," Cameron said again. "I was searching for the spot it happened."
"You're looking for evidence?"
"Yes, why else would I be raking way out here?" Cameron countered.
One of the women, a short haired, thin blonde, laughed.
"We think we know someone who was involved," Mr. Press badge said. He told her about the big black SUV, and the tall Sonya, who had it. "We put a tracker on her car, but it fell off. We're sure she can lead us to the guilty parties."
"What did you want from me?" Cameron asked.
"Help us look for her. Look, miss, if we can find one, she can lead us to the others. Whoever they are, are not straight military, but government people who have military equipment," he explained.
Cameron scanned the four of them. "For how long the shooting was going on, there must have been many of them with large weapons. What are you for going to do?"
The black woman spoke. "They killed 350 of us! Then buried all of them out here someplace! WE WANT who did it!"
Cameron nodded and calmly said, "I can understand that. If they can kill 350, I don't think you four have a chance against whoever did it. You'd end up disappeared next."
"We're willing to die to get the truth out!" the blonde stated. "We have live video so even if they do kill us, the video will go out, and they will be caught! Their faces will be shown to the world"
"I look for evidence, not death," Cameron told her flatly. "Eventually, I will find it."
"You could be out here forever!" Mr. Press badge stated.
"We'll pay you to join us," the other man said. "Not risking yourself, just to lead us in the right direction."
Cameron tipped her head slightly. "Pay me to do what?"
Mr. Press badge said, "You live around here. You can find where that tall woman with the black SUV lives. Just tell us where she is, and you'll get ten grand."
"You are that sure she's guilty?" Cameron asked, raising her eyebrow.
"If he isn't she knows who is!" Mr. Press badge stated.
"Suppose she doesn't tell you?" Cameron asked.
The other man pulled a knife. "She will, trust me," he said with an evil grin.
Cameron thought it was hilarious, these four trying to torture information out of Sonya. Keeping a neutral face, she said, "Show me the ten grand."
Mr. Press Badge said, "We don't have it right now."
"Come back when you do," Cameron replied.
"You might want to tell us to protect that pretty face of yours," the other man threatened.
Cameron lifted the flap on her Glock holster. "Take a step near me, and you die here and now."
"Hold on, stop it!" Mr. Press badge said, getting between them. "We'll be back, and I'll have your money. Kevin, put the knife away!"
"We all got guns," Kevin said. "We can make her tell!"
"Not in this lifetime," Cameron replied. This idea of warming up to them and infiltrating them was going downhill fast. "So, how many more of you came?"
"We just came to get information and video on the ones who killed all those people," Mr. Press badge stated. "Kevin gets a little hot headed, I'll take care of him."
"George, we can find out what we want to know now," Kevin stated.
Mr. Press badge turned to face him and yell at him. Cameron took this opportunity to raise the rake and hit the blonde then the black girl quickly in their heads to shove them against the car. The blonde's head went through the back window, the black woman put a dent in the edge of the roof. As they fell, Mr. Press badge turned at the noise. She kicked him in the back of the head and into Kevin. They clacked heads and both fell unconscious.
Not what she had planned, but it worked.
Before anyone came by on the road she quickly got rope out of the back of the Jeep and hogtied them, then tossed them in their car. She made sure their car was in neutral, then backed her Jeep up a bit and used the rest of the rope to tie a frame piece on their car to the hitch on the Jeep. She managed to get four wraps before she ran out of rope.
Cameron towed the car off the road and called John and told him she had them, and was heading home after she dumped the car.
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Cameron towed them a couple miles off the road before she heard the rope breaking. Coming to a down slope, she pushed her luck and got the car over the knoll. She turned to the side a bit and sped up. Their car went straight and hit a boulder.
Cameron backed up to the side of the car She opened the front door to see the men were awake. They both looked at her.
"We're sorry," Mr. Press badge offered.
"Yes, you are," she agreed and dragged him out since he was more or less on top. She planted him on the ground took his gun, wallet and his phone, then tossed him in the back of the Jeep.
"I'm gong to kill you!" Kevin roared.
"Not today," she said and dragged him out. She removed his ID, knife, gun and phone, then tossed him in with Mr. Press badge. In the back, the black woman was groggy. Cameron stripped her of weapons ID and phone, then thew her in atop Kevin. The blonde was dead. Cameron took her things before she tossed the body in.
Cameron put all their things in the passenger seat, including the video camera and the bag of supplies. The box of bottles filled with gasoline she left in the car.
Getting in, Kevin again threatened to kill her.
"Just who are you!" Mr. Press badge yelled.
"The one you're looking for. Congratulations, you found me," Cameron stated, and drove home.
"We won't tell you anything" Kevin yelled, "Our boss will FIND YOU!"
Cameron smirked. She looked at the ID's and found the blonde's ID. "Gretchen is lucky, she'd already dead. She won't have to live through what you're going to suffer."
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John met Cameron at the top of the driveway with the EV-2. He looked in the back of the Jeep. "I take it things didn't go as planned?"
Cameron put an arm around him. "No, by we have them anyway, and three of the four are still alive."
John cracked a grin, "So you were 75% successful."
"80% by weight," Cameron corrected. "The dead girl is a little smaller. My infiltration routine was working well, but Kevin there decided to get mean, so I got mean."
"Kill us!" the black woman said in a sob.
Cameron eyed her. "We will … eventually."
"To the bat cave for interrogation?" John asked.
Cameron nodded. "I can take the Jeep. Bring the EV in case we need it."
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Almost a full mile north of the lake was a natural cave that bats did inhabit the lower portions of. In the upper portion was a floor sloped down that if you went far enough, one would find it leveled out in guano. There were a lot of bats down in that cave. The upper portion was also free of bats hanging down, or guano building up. With the EV-2 by the entrance, the headlights lit a good portion of the cave deep enough to see the guano sea below.
Cameron dragged the three live captives down to face downslope She then untied the blonde and laid her out in front of them. Cameron stripped the body, John took the clothes back to the Jeep. Cameron then took Kevin's knife and cut the blonde's head and hands off. She carried the body down slope and threw it hard to fly out and land in meter deep batshit. John bagged the head and hands.
"OH God..." the black woman whined.
"That body will be gone in roughly three days. The insects that eat the sick and dead bats that fall, will slowly consume the body," Cameron explained. "Since her head can be reconstructed from the skull, her skull will be crushed. There will be nothing left of her to find. If you happen do die because you refuse to answer my questions, this will happen to what's left of you."
"You're a sadistic bitch!" Kevin spat.
"I am well versed in causing and maintaining terror in those I interrogate," Cameron stated in a flat tone. "Since you are so eager to speak, you can be first. You also will not be dead yet when I toss you into the guano. Who is your boss?"
Kevin spat out in a growl, "fuck you!"
Cameron stood over him and used his knife to start cutting his clothes off. "Tell me who your boss is and I stop."
Kevin wiggled and tried to fight. He spat curses at her. Hogtied he was not effective on fighting her off. She stripped him mostly naked and carried him down to the guano. "Last chance, who's your boss?" she asked flatly.
"I'm gonna kill you!" he roared.
Cameron tossed him gently into the guano to land on his side. She walked back to the remaining two. Squatting down in front of George, Mr. Press badge, she cast him a blank stare.
Down below, Kevin's struggled became more frantic. He yelled out, then cursed her loudly.
"It appears some insects have found him. They only take tiny bites, but there are thousands of them." Cameron said tonelessly.
"Ghaa, just kill me you sadistic bitch!" Kevin roared.
"I won't kill him," Cameron told George. "The bugs will do that, eventually. He will bleed out slowly, and the insects will be eating into him. Planting their eggs in him to make more. By the time he dies, days from now, he will have little skin left and I don't doubt they will be eating away and every orifice, as well as his eyes."
George began crying.
"Who is your boss?" she asked.
"We don't know names!" George said firmly. "only code."
"Then give me codes, what is yours?"
Kevin wailed out in agony. George said, "I'm L6. The leader of my section is L3, L1 and 2 died … you killed them!"
"I did," Cameron agreed. "Who's the overall boss?"
"K1, and he … only highly suggests actions."
"How do you plan your meetings?"
"George, shut up!" the black woman shouted.
Cameron looked at her. "He is saving you pain and agony, for if he doesn't answer, you get thrown into the guano beside Kevin down there. He lies, and you go into the guano naked. Listen to Kevin down there, he's not having a good time."
"Ghaaa! Kill me, please fuckin KILL ME!" Kevin cried.
"No, I'll answer!" George pleaded. "Just don't throw her in!"
"We're DEAD George, don't you get that?" the woman howled at him. "One way of another she is going to kill us!"
"That is true, "Cameron said, "But you can die fast and painless, or spend days in agony before you finally succumb. The choice of which way you go, is yours." Cameron then gripped George by his hair and made him look at her. "Keep talking, tell me everything you know, and I'll just break your girlfriend's neck. Instant death, no pain."
Between the heartless blank face of Cameron, and Kevin's cries and moans of pain, tears trickled down George's cheeks. He told Cameron everything he knew.