Chapter 365

Special Visit

Ally and Sheila were worried that Cameron was missing. They were afraid that she'd been dealing with some of the scum in the 'underworld' of crime. That included the drug and sex traffic trade. Those were all future Scavengers and Cameron tried to eliminate them as often as possible. Her preferred way was to pit them against each other. At that point she only needed to vanquish the victor.

The only bad thing about that was the sex traffickers wanted to keep the girls alive and undamaged so some of them used cattle prods or stun guns on them to discipline them. One of those devices could have been used on Cameron to incapacitate her. She could have also been at a Skynet related facility and been deactivated there. They didn't know so they ran down the closet sex traffickers.

Normally they would 'dress appropriately' for such an operation to get 'picked up' to get inside without any shooting. Today they would go straight in the front door as Terminators.

They parked a block away and headed for the front door of a 'Massage Parlor'.

There was a bouncer at the front entrance. Sheila rabbit punched him in the back of the neck and snapped his spine. He fell in a heap of dead flesh on the floor. Ally jumped the counter and snapped the neck of the guy behind the register.

Sheila moved up and crashed through the door to the inside. There were two more thugs. They were both dead in two seconds.

Ally pulled an M9 and covered the back area. So far they'd been mostly silent without any gunfire.

Sheila entered the office area. She grabbed the 'boss' by the throat and lifted him in the air. She then slammed him down hard on the ground and started to question him as she held his throat to prevent him from screaming.

Ally moved from room to room to physically check for Cameron. She told the girls to follow her if they wanted to leave. They grabbed their clothes and followed her. If any of the men protested they were punched hard in the chest. Some of them were probably dead. The others were incapacitated. She let the girls out the back. They dressed as they ran away.

Sheila was unable to get any useful information out of the boss. She snapped his neck and rejoined with Ally.

They headed back to their SUV and drove off to the next location. They would take them down one at a time and then start on the drug operations. They left a path of Terminator destruction behind them. They did what they were designed to do, infiltrated and terminate. They wanted Cameron back and nothing would stop them.

Cameron's eyes opened and she attempted to look around. She wasn't sure where she was at. She could hear background noise but the room was dark. She tried to use her night vision but it didn't seem to help. It didn't function. In fact, it seemed a lot of things weren't working right now. She wasn't sure what was wrong or why.

She reached up to touch her face but couldn't. Somehow her arms and hands couldn't move. It seemed her whole body couldn't move. More systems came back online.

Cameron listened. She could hear whimpering around her. She was in the presence of others. This briefly reminded her of the interrogations she'd conducted. Except it seemed she was the one who about to be interrogated.

She tried to remember what happened. She couldn't. It seemed she couldn't even remember what the last thing she remembered was. She didn't like the darkness and not knowing what was happening.

It slowly began to come back. She remembered that she wanted to send all the people she loved back into the past so they could live their lives as other people do. So they could have lives. Then she was going to gather the Terminators and go back to her future and fight Skynet there. She knew this was the thing to do. Everyone would be safe for once, for real. There would be no threat from Skynet in the past. There would be no Metal in their lives. It would all be in their future.

Cameron realized she was only partially dressed. Her top was off. That irritated her. Why was her top off?

There was some movement around her.

Cameron felt someone touch her. They were female hands, small and cold. She tried to speak but nothing happened.

"You're awake now." A female voice said. "Don't try to move, they have you chained down."

Cameron tried to speak again. The words slowly formulated. Her voice was metallic but soon her normal voice returned as she spoke.

"Where am I?" Cameron asked. "Who are you?"

Cameron realized they were moving. She was in something that was moving. It was a train or a truck.

The girl was a little shocked at the first few words from Cameron but the voice was soon soft and sweet.

"We're being transported to our next location. They stopped and picked you up from a car accident. They said you would bring top dollar." The small voice said. "I'm a prisoner too."

Cameron felt the small hands touch her head. She could see again. She'd been blindfolded. Her vision routines continued to come back online. In fact all of her systems were almost back to normal. She scanned herself; she was at ninety-six percent. That was pretty close to one hundred percent.

She slowly looked around. She was in a rectangle box that was moving. It was the back of a box truck. The truck was dimly lit. Light entered from the poor fitting rear door and a loose panel high up on the side. The truck probably hit a tree branch once and pooped the rivets loose. The ride was very rough and the truck seemed to bounce around as lot. The driver was speeding.

Cameron looked around inside. There were three girls in the back with her. They were all chained as well. Her gaze focused on the closest female to her. The girl gave her a faint smiled.

"I was able to slip my hands out of my shackles." The girl said. "I have small hands."

Cameron saw the small girl's feet were still bound. She was bound too.

She flexed her arms and the chain snapped. She slipped it off, her hands were now free.

The girl's eyes widened.

"How did you do that?" the girl asked.

Cameron didn't want to get into any details. She needed to know more. This could all be a ploy to get her to 'talk'.

"I work out." Cameron said.

Cameron reached down and snapped the chain off her feet. She was free. The girl already saw what she'd done. She then carefully snapped the chain on the girl. She was free now as well.

The girl watched Cameron. She'd tried for hours to free her leg from the chain. It was solid steel. She'd just watch the new girl snap it like it was a rotten twig. She really didn't see how.

"That's impossible." The girl said.

Cameron used this reply many times. She decided to give the girl a plausible explanation and reason as well. Normally she would threaten the person who challenged her.

"If it is impossible, how did I just do it?" Cameron asked. "It's probably cheap metal. They import a lot of it now. Former communist nations and third world countries are not known for quality control. They figure once they export something that it's the buyer's problem. Things were better when they were American made."

The girl saw what she saw. Maybe what the new girl said was true. How else could it have happened? Either way she was free. The new girl was fit and in good shape. She was beautiful too. There were some other girls as well in the truck with them.

"What about them?" The girl asked.

Cameron moved over and carefully freed the other two girls.

She found out they were being sold into the sex trafficking trade. The other three girls were all runaways. They all told her they'd been assaulted multiple times already.

Cameron was worried about that. She began run internal scans to see how many times she'd been assaulted and where…. All of the scans came back negative. There weren't any fresh male 'deposits' inside of her. She wanted to be sure.

She asked the girls if she'd been assaulted as well. The three girls told her not since she'd been picked up from the roadside accident. They didn't know about anything before that. They said she was unconscious the whole time and the truck was in a hurry. They were behind schedule.

Cameron reached up and pulled the loose panel on the side of the truck back a little bit more to try to see out. More rivets popped out as she bent the thin sheet metal. They were in the countryside. It was a very arid and dry looking landscape. This looked like the middle of 'nowhere'.

"Where are we?" Cameron asked.

The small girl lost track of time and distance in the bumpy ride in the back of the truck.

"I don't really know. I was in New Mexico when they took me." The girl said. "These two were already here. They found you a few hours after they took me."

Cameron didn't like it in the back of the truck. She wanted more light and to see where they were at a little better.

"Wait here." Cameron said.

She went to the back of the truck and yanked up on the door. The metal on the latch bent a little, there was enough room for her foot to kick it and it popped out of the catch. The door rolled up.

Cameron jumped up and grabbed the lip of the truck roof and pulled herself up. She was on the top of the truck's box section. She looked around the surrounding area. There were no other cars visible. It looked like grazing land around them, no animals were visible.

The other three girls watched and found what they'd just witnessed hard to believe. They would soon see more things happen behind the moving truck. They heard Cameron's footsteps on the roof of the truck above them.

Cameron stood and walked along the roof of the truck to the front. She jumped down on the driver's side and opened his door. There was a look of disbelief on his face. She pulled the driver out and flung him to the pavement as the truck sped along. His body bounced and tumbled along the highway. She moved in and took the driver's seat. She grabbed the passenger and slammed his head into the dashboard. It dented the metal. He was dead.

Cameron slowed the truck and turned it around. She drove back to the man she'd thrown out. He was still alive but busted up pretty bad.

The three girls were all scared. They seen the body tumble along the pavement behind the truck and now they drove back to where it was. They all thought it was the topless girl at first. It wasn't.

Cameron went to the back of the truck.

"Come with me if you want to live." Cameron said to the three girls.

She spotted their clothes in the back. She asked the girls to move up to the cab of the truck after they all finished dressing. She put her top back on.

Cameron tossed both of the men in the back of the box truck after she snapped the injured man's neck. She went through their pockets to see what intel she could gather. She pulled down the door and bent the metal back into shape to hold it closed.

The other two girls hadn't said much. It was clear they'd both been drugged at some point. One was a little worse off than the other. Now with the prospect of freedom and hope at hand, they were a little more aware.

"Who are you?" one of the other girls asked.

Cameron figured the girls were headed for Mexico or a plane to the Middle East. They all were thin young blondes. That brought top dollar in those areas.

"I'm the person that just gave you a second chance at life." Cameron said. "Leave it at that."

The girls told Cameron their names. Cameron lied about hers.

"Those two men…?" One girl asked. "Were they…."

Cameron could see the girls were traumatized enough. She'd dealt with girls like this all the time in her efforts to break up the local sex trade in the Valley. The story was almost always the same. The girls were runaways and usually drug users. Once they were hooked things got sketchy real fast. They were soon in a stable turning trick for drugs. Girls that were abducted from off the street were usually chained to a bed. The girls were expected to perform for and service twenty to thirty men a day. That was everyday of the week. Most soon 'gave up' and succumbed to the lifestyle. The daily dose of drugs was all they lived for. None of the girls once they were freed wanted to go to the police. One out of five went back home. The other four remained hooked on drugs. Two of the four were soon back in a stable. She'd freed some girls three or four times. All of them were diseased with multiple types of STDs. That was one thing that Skynet did that helped the Resistance as much as it hurt it. It unleashed a virus in the second wave of attacks on humans. It killed every human with any preexisting medical condition or any diseases. It insured the survival of the fittest. Skynet wanted healthy workers for the work camps. Everyone over thirty was often terminated when they were captured. The girls in the future that suffered the assaults were never given any diseases because of that move by Skynet. She decided to keep it simple.

"They're unconscious." Cameron said. "I will take them to the police after I let you off. I take it none of you wants to deal with the police?"

They didn't. Cameron divided the money the men carried between the three girls.

One girl noticed that Cameron didn't even take a dollar for herself.

"What about you?" One girl asked. "Don't you need any money?"

There were some prearranged contingency plans in place for Cameron for just such a scenario as this. It was for all of the Resistance members actually.

"No. I have some friends that can come and get me." Cameron said.

They entered a small town and Cameron let the girls out at a bus station. She told them to go back home and rethink their lives or this would happen again and this is how they would end up dying.

"It's best if none of you ever 'remember' any of this or me." Cameron said. "I'm going to the police. I'll tell them I was alone. There will be an investigation."

Cameron made sure they bought tickets and boarded the next bus. She watched the bus drive away with them. She hoped they would return to their homes but doubted it. At least they were safe for now. She knew you could lead a horse to water but you couldn't make it drink. She hoped these girls would wise up. If even one of them returned home that was a plus. She hoped it was at least the girl who initially assisted her.

The two men only carried only one cell phone between them. It was the driver. That phone was damaged as the driver tumbled along the pavement. She used a pay phone and called a 'drop number' and left a message for Sheila and Ally. She figured they would be looking for her in the underworld. The team would be worried about her as well.

She was going to be busy here for a short time before she returned home. She was able to gather enough intel from the documents the two men carried as to where this truck was headed and where it had been. She planned to pay a 'friendly' visit to each of those locations.

Cameron went over the papers again that the men carried on them. She was going to pay more than a few people a special visit. She found two pistols, a bag with several types of narcotics and a list of locations. The truck's gas tank was half full of fuel so she decided to use it. They would know it at the locations and it would not raise an alarm. When they realized it was not their crew driving it, it would already be too late for them…. She figured she could fit quite a few bodies in the back of the truck, she smiled as she drove.

She was bothered that someone removed her top. There was going to be a price paid for that by someone. She was glad she was not assaulted while she was incapacitated.

Cameron wondered why she was here. This was the middle of nowhere. What was the 'accident' the girls referred to that she must have been in? Why was she even out here in the first place? There must have been a reason. What was it?

'Green Onions' by 'Booker T And The MG's', played on the radio Cameron set out to seek retribution for whoever was behind this.

NOBODY touches her….

Special Visit

When one rolls life's dice
It is very easy to lose
When they're are many
From which to choose

Everyone is an unknown
Time is what will prove
Who they really are inside
What they do will behoove

It's been stated more than once
That birds of a common feather
Like human beings in general
Tend to flock and stick together

The rough and cruel crowd
With each other will congeal
When the true creature is exposed
One will know what is fake or real

If one has chosen well
They will soon enough know it
The one that they wanted and picked
Will return often for a special visit

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