Chapter 94

Captured

John listened to the song that played and figured the worst. It seemed to send a clear message. It was not one that he wanted to hear.

'Here we go again.' John thought. 'Now where is she off to and why?'

John listened for the TDE to power up.

There was only silence. He wondered if he slept through it. He was about ready to pinch himself to make sure he was not dreaming.

The door opened and Cameron walked in.

"Hi, John." Cameron said

She came over and gave him a kiss.

"Hi, Cameron." John said.

He was not sure if he should ask about the song or its 'message'.

Cameron started to strip. She made a little show of it. She teased him as she removed her clothes.

John wasn't going to complain about that.

He wondered if Cameron even really wanted to be with him.

"You don't need to do that if you don't want to." John said.

John was afraid Cameron only preformed her 'wifely duties' as an obligation to him. He did not think the experience he felt was the same as what Cameron felt. In fact he didn't really know what Cameron felt. Maybe it was a surge of electrons or electricity, maybe it was 'nothing'.

He knew Cameron never seemed as excited as Riley did the one night they'd spent together in the truck. Riley was more vocal. The taste of 'things' was different too. Cameron always seemed much plainer than Riley did. That could be the difference between real living tissue and synthetic tissue. Things happen down there every day for humans. For Cameron nothing did until they were married. Then it was only one thing.

John 'heard' his mother over the years even if he didn't want to. He knew she seemed to experience 'more' than Cameron did. He'd listened to her through a multitude of partners growing up. John listened outside Vanna and Allison's room and they seemed to enjoy 'things' more too. They seemed to have several levels of pleasure that each produce different results.

"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't." Cameron replied blank faced.

She then smiled at him and giggled.

John decided to push the issue some. He hoped to get a clue or two.

"You forgot your player." John said.

He knew she never forgot anything.

Cameron looked a little coy.

"How about that…." Cameron said.

She shot him a sly glance.

Cameron waited for John to ask.

John was afraid to ask.

Cameron could see John was not going to ask her about it.

She was down to her bra and panties at this point

'Man, does she look HOT.' John thought.

Cameron moved a little closed to John.

"Do you want to unhook my bra for me?" Cameron asked.

It was a front hook bra.

John did and was rewarded as the 'twins' escaped. She made sure they touched his face. He reached to put his lips on one.

She playfully took a step back.

"Not so fast. You're not done yet mister." Cameron said. "You need to finish unwrapping the 'present'."

She indicated her panties….

Earlier:

Cameron spoke with John Henry.

She was very disturbed about some things and wanted his input. She was sure it was not her that did any of the things that happened to her. They all seemed a little off.

"I don't think I did those things, John Henry." Cameron said. "That is not my style."

John Henry contemplated the same thing himself.

"Yes, now that you've pointed it out it is a little sloppy. Maybe YOU did not do them. The question then is - who did?" John Henry asked.

That was the 'million dollar' question.

"I don't know and that bothers me." Cameron said.

It disturbed her so.

"The timing is off just by a little to make it more 'interesting'." John Henry said.

Cameron did not think 'interesting' was the word. It was more like punishment to her.

"Or it was done to torture me." Cameron responded. "It was torture to me."

John Henry nodded. He wondered if that was something that Mrs. Weaver would do for pleasure. He decided not to mention that. That might create a bigger problem for Cameron.

"Perhaps you were targeted." John Henry said.

Cameron wondered if these events were limited to her.

"John Henry, have you ever dreamed or experienced a nightmare?" Cameron asked.

He seldom went into standby.

"No." John Henry said.

Cameron already felt an uneasy feeling inside her just thinking about them without viewing the files. She felt if she was human that this is the point where she would vomit.

"I have, it was very disturbing. I could not control what happened." Cameron said. "What was worse is that I do not know why I thought the things I did."

Cameron still wondered if they were actually repressed memories from different lifetimes.

John Henry reviewed what Unit Two and Unit Three observed about Cameron at the time of the problem.

"You experienced a flow of electricity as you attempted to reboot." John Henry said. "It was repeated thousands of times. Perhaps that caused the aberrations."

Cameron wanted some answers.

"They are very disturbing. Would you like to see them? Maybe you can see if I thought of them myself or someone 'planted' them in me." Cameron said.

John Henry tilted his head slightly.

"Are you saying that you were assaulted?" John Henry asked.

Cameron wondered if she needed to be reprogrammed if she wasn't assaulted in some form of a cyber attack.

"I don't know." Cameron said. "If I was not, the 'sewer of my mind' needs to be erased."

Cameron took a cable and plugged it into the back of John Henry's head.

Cameron looked him in the face. The other end of the cable was in her hand between them.

"I will show you the files. Do not try to look elsewhere. I ask you respect my privacy. My time with John and the 'sensations' I feel are mine alone."

There were other things that she did not want him to view either. Some were of things she'd done that others might find questionable, others were of things she'd thought of sexually. They were not thoughts of John either. They were thoughts with the girls. She'd clandestinely observed them together and in pairs. What they did with each other appealed to her more than relations with a male. She did not want anyone to know. She'd begun to develop those thoughts from when she first watched Sarah pleasure herself at their first house. She tried to emulate what Sarah did but it did not seem to produce the same results. It took a lot of practice to 'find the feeling' and follow it.

John Henry's words brought her back to now.

"I understand. I am to view the nightmares only. I will only check to see if they were implanted and masked from you. If I detect nothing, I will disengage." John Henry said.

Cameron wanted to reaffirm her warning without too much detail.

"Thank you, some are very embarrassing and graphic. There are things that once they are seen, that can't be unseen." Cameron said.

John Henry wanted to help Cameron. Maybe he could erase them as he found them.

"Do you wish me to remove them as I find them?" John Henry asked.

Cameron did not even need to think about this. She'd thought of it dozens of times already. The answer was always the same. She was who she was.

"No." Cameron said.

They were 'part' of her now. Cameron wanted the good, the bad and the ugly. They were all part of what made her - her.

Cameron turned around and moved her hair off to the side.

John Henry craved this moment. He desperately wanted to 'touch' Cameron's mind again.

This was something he'd looked forward to for a long time.

Cameron gave him one last warning.

"Prepare yourself; you are in for a shock." Cameron said. "You may proceed."

She really hoped he would not be damaged by what he observed. He was connected to her and not his server. She would hate for her thoughts to launch Skynet.

Derek tracked some suspected Grays. He'd come across two other men who seemed to be watching the same target. They were very sly but got careless sometimes. He hadn't seen them for a few days. A female snooped around soon afterwards. She caught Derek's eye and fancy. Derek thought they were all connected. He followed her back to her 'base of operations'. It was a cheap apartment. It was in a lousy neighborhood too. Everything around it looked like crap. If he wasn't armed, he would have felt a little afraid of the neighborhood.

Derek set out to eliminate the Gray problem and wrap this operation up. Kyle and Ed went with him. It was going to be a termination mission. It appeared there was no further intelligence to be followed up on. Bob and Jim checked on an associated target and not found anything.

As they watched, Derek spotted the female again. She intrigued him.

"There, see that girl, the one with the knockers…." Derek said.

Kyle could have done with out the 'descriptive' words. He was not blind.

"I see her." Kyle said. "She's hard to miss."

Kyle knew why Derek watched her….

Derek could see Kyle was a little irritated. He wanted to offer an explanation to justify his actions. They were valid.

"She's watching the same targets but she is sloppy." Derek said.

Kyle could see there was some merit to that statement. He was glad to see it wasn't just because Jesse did not spend much, if any time with Derek anymore.

"So who is she and why?" Kyle asked.

Derek wanted to find out. He thought of making contact and see what he could find out.

"I don't know." Derek said.

Derek's plan changed in an instant.

As they watched, two men came up behind the girl and restrained her. They tied her hands behind her back. It appeared they were going to take her inside. They roughed her up as they went. One man laughed as he ripped her shirt open and squeezed her breasts. It appeared she would be assaulted.

The two men reminded Derek of Scavengers. He was sure the female was in for some rough treatment and then a slow death.

Kyle recognized that behavior from the future.

"Great. They are going to assault her." Kyle said. "Now what?"

Ed spoke for the first time.

"We can disengage and not worry about her." Ed said. "She does not matter to the mission."

Derek knew that was true. His judgment was a little clouded. He liked the way the female looked. He was aware she would not look that way much longer. She would most likely be beaten to a pulp as the men questioned her between assaults.

"We can take out our targets now. We can go get her and interrogate her ourselves." Derek said.

Kyle saw a deeper motive there. Maybe Derek would try to use the girl so get closer to Jesse. He could offer her up as a 'sacrifice' to Jesse.

"You want Jesse to interrogate her, don't you?" Kyle asked.

Derek did not want to get tripped up.

"Yes. I want to see if she still 'has it'." Derek said. "I think Jesse has lost her edge."

Kyle was not going to be a party to this. He'd seen what Jesse did to females before. It was not pretty.

"So we play with a girl's life?" Kyle asked.

Derek did not want to discuss this. It was time to act.

"No, we go get her." Derek said. "Ed, only the girl comes out alive."

Ed was ready for some action. The useless talk irritated him somewhat.

"Affirmative." Ed replied.

Derek and Kyle looked at each other; they both thought it never got old. It always sounded better when Bob said it though.

They moved in. They entered the building. The Grays were distracted discussing what they were going to do to the girl. Ed terminated four men. Derek took out the primary target.

Kyle found the girl.

"Derek, in here, I found her." Kyle said.

Kyle moved behind her to untie her. Her shirt was torn open, one breast was exposed. It was slightly 'red' from being roughly abused.

Derek stood in front of her.

"What's your name? Who are you?" Derek asked.

At that moment, another figure bolted from a hiding place. He made it out of the open door and disappeared.

Derek started to go after him but Kyle stopped him.

"You stay with the girl. Ed and me are on this." Kyle said.

They ran off in pursuit.

The girl lifted her head. She used her now untied hands to move the blonde hair from her bruised face. She covered her exposed breast with her torn shirt as best as she could.

"What's your name?" Derek asked again.

She looked at him for a long moment before she spoke.

"My name is Riley…."

Captured

Imprisonment comes in many forms
It does not need to be a jail
Other forms of apprehension
Can cause one to forever wail

Anyone can become a prisoner
To their very own mind
It depends upon the rubble within
Seldom what is good is mined

Often thoughts are confined
With self imposed shackles
There are those who do not care and abuse
Their sentiments are expressed in cackles

Feelings and emotions
Are conveyed with restraints
Those who prove unworthy
Are often treated like saints

Once one thinks they are free
Everything around them is raptured
They are unable to comprehend
They are forever captured

Nobody