Ch 5

Major Kenny found he was trapped. The southern picket reported their column headed for Driftwood was wiped out, then said they were being fired on. That was the last he heard of them. Right after that his western and eastern pickets reported they were engaged and being decimated.

Now, all around the town light from tanks were shining into town and soldiers appeared walking in. He saw one get stopped by his men. Two men came out and held up their guns, demanding he stop. The man raised his arms and blasted them with energy weapons out of his arms. Both men dropped, their bodies mostly burned away, their remains hit the ground to keep burning.

There was nowhere to run to. After a few other men were incinerated, his men were surrendering. In the town hall, he saw these soldiers with Texas Guard uniforms all through the town. All his troops were gone, and he had no way out. The Captain had gone with the salvage mission, and they were reported destroyed.

The front door opened and a slim woman in a Texas Guard uniform walked in. Thinking 'hostage', he pulled his pistol. "Stop right there, arms up!"

She walked towards him in an unconcerned stride.

"I will shoot you!" he warned and aimed at her thigh.

"You will tell me all you know about the PSR," she stated flatly.

He shot. He saw the bullet hit her leg, She ignored it, like she didn't even feel it. She then grabbed his gun hand and jerked.

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"Ahhh!" he cried as he felt his arm dislocate. She grabbed him by his shirt and forced him into a chair. He then noticed she had his pistol. She broke it in half and tossed the pieces away.

"Who is your commander?" she asked.

His mind reeling from this impossible woman, he cried, "What are you!"

She hit his knee with a fist. It felt like she'd hit him with a sledge hammer. He heard a crack and felt the pain all the way up to his hip.

He screamed out his pain. She grabbed him just below his neck and talked in an even tone, "Who is your commander?" she asked again. "You can tell me, or I will keep hurting you until you do. I won't kill you, I will even get you medical attention to ensure you live through the torture I will inflict upon you, for days and nights on end if need be unless you answer my questions."

Kenny became afraid of this thin woman. He told her whatever she wanted to know.

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JJ and Kaede were headed to assist Joan and Allison in Louisiana. John called JJ and let him know what Joan had found, and she was looking for the head PSR guy there. Their orders were simple, find PSR, interrogate them for information, then kill them. On the way, Joan called to have him stop by Lake Charles to get a look at what PSR were in the area especially near the airport.

JJ drove to Lake Charles and went to the airport. There was plenty of security around. All having the PSR emblems on their vehicles. The road to the airport terminal was blocked by a security car and assault rifle bearing guards who stopped the vehicle ahead of him. After talking to the people, the guard waved them through.

Kaede was looking around as JJ drove up and was stopped. two guards, one at each window of his truck looked in. "ID and your business here." the one beside him asked in a hard tone.

Splat Splat

Both guards blasted apart away from the truck. "Go," Kaede told him.

JJ did. He glanced at Kaede. "You know, someone probably saw that," he told her.

"If they did, we'll find out soon," she replied.

JJ winced. He drove on to the terminal, mildly surprised he wasn't being greeted by men shooting at them. "I don't think we're supposed to draw attention to ourselves," he reminded her.

"What draws more attention, killing them and moving on, or letting them call in that you are here?" she asked.

"Point taken."

JJ parked in the short term lot. Here too, by the entrance to the tunnel going to the terminal a pair of guards were bracketing the entrance. JJ and Kaede walked up to the entrance. One guard moved to intercept them.

Splat Splat

Both guards blew apart. JJ eyed Kaede. She shrugged.

"You know someone will be finding those bodies," he told her.

"We'll be gone by then," she replied.

They went up the stairs in the tunnel and came out inside the terminal. There were few passengers, the hallways were all but vacant. Seeing another pair of guards walking along, JJ whispered, "Don't kill them yet!" He walked up to them and asked, "Can you show us the way to the private pilot center?"

One guard motioned him the way and said, "That way, follow the signs."

"Thanks."

After they walked away from the guards, Kaede asked, "Why the private pilot center?"

"The man who flew the plane that went boom over Driftwood wasn't flying a commercial jet for any company," JJ explained. "He took off from here, so he must have registered as a private flight. Mom said it was registered as a local Fed-Ex delivery flight." Pointing up at the list of airlines on a wall, he said, "I don't see Fed-Ex listed. He had to register someplace to get his plane off the ground."

They followed the signs and found the Private flight section was closed up. Kaede looked at the door, it opened. They went in, Kaede shut the door behind them. There was no one here, JJ found a counter and went behind it. He looked for a log book, there wasn't one. "Everything is on computer," he said in a huff.

"At least we know PSR is in force around the airport," Kaede said. "Since they burned down that Pilot's house to keep anyone from learning anything about him, I doubt they would leave any trace of him anywhere. We know PSR is here, we should be on our way."

JJ looked around, there was an officer door. When he tried it, it was locked.

Kaede came up to him and the door opened. She motioned in. "After you."

"How do you do that?" he asked.

"There's a guard coming, we should go in." she replied. They went inside. Kaede closed the door.

It was a normal looking office, some file cabinets, a few pictures on the desk, mail in the 'in' box. JJ tried the desk drawers. Again, the drawers were locked. Kaede looked at them and they opened.

"Are you like, magic or something?" JJ asked. He noted one deep drawer was files.

"Something like that," Kaede said. She tipped her head slightly and moved over to the door. JJ heard the knob rattle. After another moment, Kaede said, "The guard left."

JJ was about to comment, then looked at a letter in the in box. He called Joan.

"FB."

"It's JJ. The name of that Pilot, it was Harold Baxter, wasn't it?"

"The one we know of, why?"

"I'm in his office."

There was a pause, then Joan said, "Grab everything you can. Paperwork, computers, phones, his friggin calendar if he has one. Grab it up and get out of there! Meet me at the west end of the lake on Route 90. Be as quick and safe as you can!"

"Right." JJ hung up. Seeing Kaede watching him, he said, "This is the pilot's office who flew the plane that bombed us. We need to grab everything we can."

JJ looked at the in box, on the desk was a desk calendar. JJ grabbed that and looked in the middle drawer. He found a check to Harold Baxter for $5000, and notes. looking through the drawers he also found a flight plan dated the same day they got bombed, and the name of the co-pilot. "We need something to put this stuff in," he said absently.

Kaede opened the small closet and asked, "What are we taking?"

"Computer, all the paperwork we can, and notes and this check, the flight plan he flew and ... here, the name of his co-pilot," JJ told her.

Kaede pulled out a large green backpack. "Fill it."

The man's laptop computer fit in, as did everything in the inbox and what JJ found in the desk drawers. The only thing that didn't fit was the desk Calendar. JJ had to fold it over twice to stuff it in. He then donned the backpack and shut all the drawers. "OK, we need to leave, quietly."

They left the office to stop short. Four guards were right outside the office, guns pointed at them. "Hand up now!" One barked.

Splat Splat Splat Splat.

"Go!" Kaede said as the men fell in pieces.

JJ ran around the mess and out into the hallway. They left the way they came. Going down through the tunnel trying to not look like they were hurrying, they passed the 'crime scene' being set up by other guards. Luckily, they were waved through. Walking to the truck, they got in and JJ drove out. They left the airport as five PSR vehicles with sirens screaming went into the airport.

JJ chuckled nervously. "I can't believe we got away with it."

"They are expecting those four guards stopped us," Kaede told him. "Don't waste any time, I'm sure they will find the bodies soon."

Right after they crossed the bridge by the lake, JJ saw Joan beside the road. Seeing him coming she pulled out into traffic. Allison waved for him to follow.

Joan led him back into Texas and to a motel they were staying at. Once inside Joan's room, JJ pulled everything he'd gotten out of the pack. Joan looked the papers over and said, "We got it! The people who paid him to do the flight, the flight plan, even the check they paid him with. Great job, JJ!"

"Kaede helped too," JJ reminded her.

Joan gave Kaede a thumbs up. "Nice! You helped JJ?"

"I killed everyone who wanted to stop us," Kaede said.

"Good!" Joan told her. "JJ get this stuff back to Dad as fast as you can. I'll let him know it's coming. This company who gave him the check, I'll find it in case Dad wants to do something with them. Can you start home today?"

"We'll leave now."

Joan hugged JJ and said, "Be safe, brother, but get this to Dad as soon as you can. He's in Austin."

"I will watch over him," Kaede said firmly.

"We thank you for that."

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It was a long drive but Bob made it to a town outside Washington DC. Bob's hotel was in Maryland. Since they were so close, Connor had Anne go visit DC to see what she could find out about PSR and how deeply they were embedded in the government. While she was gone, Connor visited bars and eateries to listen to the local gossip. He had Bob and Malinara stay as low profile as possible.

Bob didn't mind mostly hanging around the motel, because that also kept Malinara out of trouble. They took walks around the area and Bob's only task was to watch the news to keep up with events. That was easy to do sitting back against the headboard of the bed, most of the time with Malinara cuddled up to him.

He was watching a Cable news show asking questions about this PSR that seemed to involved with government affairs, when he realized Malinara was half over his lap and his hand was down inside her robe, his thumb petting a nipple. He hadn't even realized he was holding her breast in his hand. While he petted her, the newsman went on with his questions on the TV.

"So how did it happen? Audrey, the Presidents' daughter, gets beaten and raped with four Secret Service men around her?" the man asked. "The incident has come to light, but not easily. I can see why! With four body guards right there who were supposed to be protecting her, they got distracted by some protestors. What? Some people carrying signs lured them away from their primary duty? You can't tell me that this whole incident wasn't set up between the men who assaulted her and the protestors, but mainstream media wants you to believe that. Just like they want you to believe that this Martial Law they are shoving down people's throats is perfectly OK! Yes, some high ranking officials were assassinated, supposedly all within a couple days but totally at random! So we needed Martial Law to protect all the others. That sounds right, doesn't it? It's clear that the White House has no clue what's going on, OR, the President is in it deep, and his daughter got attacked because he's not enforcing his Martial Law as hard as someone wants him to. So who is the PSR who more and more, seem to be involved in government matters more than our Congressmen are. Oh, PSR stands for People's Socialist Revolution. That sounds like a group out of Russia, or China! What are they doing being involved with government affairs? That is, unless someone in the government really wants them there." The newsman looked off to the side and said. "We'll be back after this commercial message."

Malinara shifted a bit and let out a satisfied sigh. "Robert, we should lie down and get a little more comfortable," she said in a purr.

"Uncomfortable?" he asked, now seeing her robe was wide open.

"No, but my nips are so hard they hurt. Won't you kiss them and make them better?" she asked in a pretend whine.

Bob chuckled. "Why not ... it's a commercial."

They slid down, Malinara guided him to her chest. Bob kissed the center of her chest and said, "You know, this is going to end up as sex."

Malinara took on a fake surprised look. "Is it?"

Bob laughed.

"That's Ok, I'm feeling kinda empty," she said and petted him. "So fill me up when you're ready."

Bob did notice that after grazing on her hard nips long enough for him to get hard, the commercials were still running. It had to be fifteen, twenty minutes of nothing but commercials. He was petting her down all over, and she was pulling to get him on top of her. He kissed her lower and lower, slowly working his way down her belly. Getting close to her hips, she squirmed and gently pushed his head towards her groin. He fingered her slit and kissed down the front of her hip onto the top of her leg.

Another show came on that wasn't the news.

Malinara got a leg under him and pulled herself over to get him between her legs. "I want you," she begged in a coo and grabbed his head to pull him up her body as she slid down lower.

He kissed his way up the center of her chest and asked, "Is there something I can do for you, M'Lady?"

"Oh yeah," she agreed in a pant. Her legs locked around his butt and she grabbed his shaft to guide him inside her. "Fill me!"

He did just that. Bob thrust in some, she used her arms and legs up pull him up inside her.

Bob wanted to go slow and enjoy just being in her, Malinara helped him thrust in harder. He swore he couldn't drive deep enough to satisfy her. Banging pelvises together, she gripped him as tight as he was holding her. He pulled most of the way out, then thrust in hard. She met each hard full length thrust with a gasping squeak. Bob tried to focus on his motions, but too soon, he was nearing the edge.

"Give...it...to...me!" Malinara squeaked out.

His groin locked and Malinara pulled him in hard to the hilt and held him as deep as he could go, he swore their pubic bones were smashed together, and he orgasmed hard, pushed to get just a bit deeper as he let out a long gasp of release.

"HO, yes!" Malniara panted out.

Even after he swore he shot vital parts of him up inside her, it still wasn't enough, He stroke some more in her, just to keep doing it. Malinara shuddered and kept meeting his thrusts. After another couple minutes, he just couldn't move any more. He was completely spend. He laid atop her holding her, she held him inside until he totally went limp.

Rolling to the side, they kissed again.

Gazing at her, Bob said, "I am glad you came."

Casting him an impish grin, she replied, "and I love when you do." She then giggled.

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Anne wasn't having such a good time. PSR were everywhere in Washington. She had yet to identify the one behind the scenes with huge pockets of cash that were greasing so many palms. She did know very many people were being paid off, or blackmailed to see things a certain way. The 'elites' felt they deserved the power and their wealth. Between playing ball with their benefactors or resisting and having and dark deeds come to light, they did what was asked of them to maintain their rightful status.

Greedy bastards.

She was able to catch a 'private' meeting between some of the high ranking manipulators. Following a Congressman who would rather take his money and vote the way he was instructed, instead of having the press find out he'd gotten a fifteen year old pregnant, she drifted behind him as he passed through PSR security and into a closed meeting hall that also had sound proofed walls and heavily armed guards outside the room. He went in and sat down with others, many who were members of Congress. A few others were lobbyists, and there was two who weren't in government, but were bankers.

Staying invisible she listened to the meeting. The one white haired banker was at the head of the table.

"We have a problem, ladies and gentlemen. states are rejecting Martial Law, and it's getting others to deft us as well. From what I can see, much of this is due to strong rumors that John Connor is alive and knows about our agenda. There are two things we must immediately focus on. ONE, stop this refusal to submit to Martial Law in the strongest means possible! Second, prove to even the most common folk that John Connor is dead, to weaken this rising of rebelling by nobodies. We cannot make further progress until we have better control of the country for the good of all..."

Anne couldn't help but laugh. When she laughed, he stopped speaking. Everyone was looking around to see who it was that burst into laughter. That made it even funnier. Still invisible, Anne quieted her mirth and asked, "Make people believe John Connor's dead? You really do live in your own little bubble, don't you? You are so sure you are above anyone with your manipulations and your money. Isn't that right, Terrance?"

"Who is that? Is there a speaker in here?" the white haired man asked in a hard tone.

"Yes, the speaker is me," she sang. "You are only one of four, isn't that right. Yes, Terrance, I can read your mind. I know your goals, your bank accounts, your mansions, your family, even your three mistresses. I know you all too well."

Terrance shot to his feet. "I demand to know who is doing that!" he roared.

Anne got behind him, turned visible in demon form and said, "Then turn around."

He did and backed into the table. Everyone stared at her, open mouthed.

"What? You didn't expect me here, did you?" she asked in a smooth tone. "Come on, you must know you are a bad sinner, Terrance. Even in your shock you are drawn to my sexy body. Yes, I can feel that. To you, I'm an exotic beauty you feel you must have because it is your right." She stepped up to him. "Then take what is yours, Terrance, or should I let everyone, including John Connor know who and what you are. Yes, he's alive. He and all his family survived that bomb you had dropped on him. Guess what, they aren't happy with you and even with all your power, there's nothing you can do to stop him from hunting you down. Why do you think I'm here?"

"Nobody calls me Terrance," he said weakly.

In a smooth, hypnotic tone, Anne said, "No one dares to, right? Except me, who knows you all too well. You want so bad to grab my tits and force yourself on me. Do it, Terrance, or do I call John Connor so he can watch you degrade yourself in my arms?"

Terrance flung himself onto Anne grabbing a handful of breast as he kissed her deeply. Anne returned the deep kiss, wrapping her arms around him as she sucked out his life force. He moaned and tried to get free, she held him clamped tight to her and drained his life out his mouth and into her. Once he was nothing but an empty, hollow shell, she let him drop to the floor.

"Ahh," she said in a satisfied sigh. "Such evil selfishness tastes soooo good!" Grinning widely at the assembly, she asked, "Anyone else want to let me take their soul? Come on, you know you're hell bound anyway. You can at least make the trip fun."

No one moved a muscle, they just stared at her. She leaned down to put her hands on the table and let her wings spread wide behind her. "I got all your names and your information. Want to know what I'm going to do with it, Hmmm? I'm going to go see John Connor and tell him all about you. Yes, everything from you, Senator, including your pregnant 15 year old and what you're paying her and her parents to keep their mouths shut, to you Miss lobbyist, who whores herself out to get blackmail video of everyone you fuck for money so they will see things your way. Talk about dirty, I could grown a rain forest from the dirt in this room. I will enjoy seeing all of you in agony soon. Bye for now."

Anne turned herself invisible and went to go find Connor. After absorbing such a bad soul, she was primed and really wanted him to take advantage of her no matter what he did with her. She was sure she'd just thrown a major wrench into the PSR plans.

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Two days later, John got plenty of news. Anne gave him a list of the PSR players in Washington. Also in Washington DC, two Congressmen had disappeared and three more had committed suicide. The President was unavailable for comment about that or the request for peacekeeping troops from China. JJ had arrived with the information he'd gotten off Baxter's desk, and Texas was declared completely free of any PSR people. He also got a quick visit from Cameron to give him the list of people she knew were involved with the PSR. Cameron was back monitoring China, they were gathering a 500 fishing boat fleet filled with 'peacekeepers' to be guarded by 20 Chinese warships. They were waiting for the request from Washington for assistance. Two Admirals called Austin to let John Connor know, he could count on their fleets, both had carriers, to keep any Chinese ships away from US territorial waters.

Since the immediate threat to Texas was gone, John had a terminator force sent to Arizona to head for California, or guard from Mexico against any Chinese incursion. He also got a message from Weaver another 400 Terminators were ready to deploy where he wanted them. States on the west coast, New York and a couple New England states (that all still had Military Generals for 'provisional Governors') claimed Martial Law was necessary. Every other state was resisting, or had gotten rid of their PSR commanders and installed real Governors.

He decided it was time to call the President again.

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The President's stomach ached. First it was the assassinations, and being convinced that Martial Law was the answer. Now Congressmen were killing themselves for no known reason and others just disappeared. States were arresting and killing Commanders sent to keep them safe, and soldiers freed from the PSR were joining state militias on the pretense of being National Guards. From some reports they even had better tanks than the army and growing air forces. He was facing civil war if he couldn't find an answer soon that would work!

He got an intercom call. "Mr. President, John Connor is on line 2 for you. He says it's urgent."

The President stared at the phone. He swallowed. Maybe he could convince Connor to help stop this growing revolt against the government.

He picked the phone up. "This is the President. Mr. Connor, I need you to help me."

"Same here, Mr. President. Things are looking bleaker by the moment. I can tell you for certain, if you ask for Chinese peacekeepers, they will never get here, and you may be starting a real civil war. I don't want to see that. Do you?"

"If I call them, I know they will send forces."

"And I will stop them if I have to sink every one of their ships and cause a war with China," John retorted. "If you want to avoid war, remove the order for Martial Law and do not request help from China. Actually try to find out WHO is responsible for nuking Driftwood. I know the pilot's name who went on that mission, ad I have his flight plan, the check he never got to cash for his pay to go on that flight, the name of his co-pilot and the company that paid him. The only people I had looking are my kids! If they can find out that much by themselves, even though Harold Baxter's life was erased, including his wife killed and burned down in her house a few days after she put in a missing person's report, I'm sure the FBI could find out more if they even tried!"

"We still don't have confirmation that event ever happened,"

"Of course not. YOUR government is covering it up. I will uncover it if I have to come there and pull you out of your seat! You want to stop civil war and possible a war with China, you better listen, Mr. President. I don't want war, but I DO want justice. I will have justice, even if I have to do it myself. You don't have long before the decision is taken out of your hands. If I were you, I'd put my family someplace safe also. I heard what the PSR did to your daughter. You might want to make sure they can't do that, or worse again."

"YOU LEAVE MY DAUGHTERS ALONE!" the President yelled.

"I never did anything with your daughters, but you did try to kill mine. Forgive me for insisting, but as I said, I will see justice with your help, or in spite of you. You should know I'm in Austin if you want to call me. We can stop a catastrophe from happening by working together. If you won't work with me, I can promise it will be bad news on a nationwide scale. Think about it."

*Click*

Gripping the phone hard, tears of frustration grew in the President's eyes. "GOD DAMN IT!" he yelled as he slammed the phone back in place. Come clean and work with Connor, and have the investigation that may well get him impeached, or keep going on the current path and face a devastating war. His stomach ache got a little worse.

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JJ and Kaede were now headed for the west coast. John has explained to JJ they needed information on California. Detailed as possible in case China did send ships that way. Currently they were in Arizona and stopped at a motel for the night. Going in to get rooms, Kaede paused JJ just before they went inside.

"Just get one. I don't want to be alone tonight." she said meekly.

JJ nodded. "Need to talk?"

"Yeah."

JJ got the room with double beds and they went in. He knew Kaede was not one for pointless conversation. Most of the time, she didn't say anything at all. They'd driven hundreds of miles in silence. If she needed to talk, he was sure it wasn't trivial. Kaede didn't do trivial.

"You can have the shower first if you want. I can run and get us some food," JJ offered. "Got any special requests?"

Kaede shook her head. She tossed her bag on the dresser and sat on one bed. She looked up at him with a lost gaze. "How do you cope with it?" she asked.

He sat down across from her on the other bed. "You mean with my entire immediate family being killed?"

She nodded, eyeing him.

JJ shrugged. "Not well," he admitted. "We had a great life. Farm work isn't glorious or fun, but we had our own place, we loved each other and were together every day. We had friends. I though we'd be that way for a very long time. We'd just had a child, and everything was going well. then, a big bright flash ... and it was all gone. I loved them so much. I feel really hollow, ya know? I think if it wasn't doing these jobs for Dad, I'd probably lay down and die."

"Me too," Kaede said and sniffled. "Kouta was my life. Nana, Mayu, they deserved a good home after what we went through. They finally got a good life, and it was taken away from them. Even Yuka, who I really didn't like at times, she was family. At first, I came to get revenge. But now, I don't think that matters. All the matters is everyone I loved is gone. Yeah, I feel hollow. I wonder what the point of going on is."

"I can understand that," JJ agreed. "The only reason I haven't quit... everything, is Dad needs help. I figure it has to be tougher for you since you have no one left. The thing is, Kaede, I also think that if we give up, then that's another victory for the bad guys. That is something I don't want. If I die fighting them, that's OK, but I can't just give up, no matter how much it hurts to keep going."

"Yeah," Kaede said softly.

"Kaede, I want you to keep fighting with me," JJ said firmly. "Keep doing everything you can against these butchers that took everything away from us."

"Keep going for revenge," Kaede said.

"No, keep going for justice," JJ said, correcting her. "All the dead who didn't deserve it, every innocent person who had their life snuffed out, deserves to have the ones who did that to them brought to justice. Like Dad says, if the Government won't bring them to justice, then it's up to us."

Tears dripped down Kaede's face. "I just feel so ... alone."

"Me too," JJ replied softly. "Hey, maybe we can be alone together? To support each other?"

Kaede let out a snort and cracked a weak, brief grin. "That makes no sense. But yeah, at least for a while, alone together. I am getting a little hungry."

"Burgers or KFC?" JJ asked, "I saw both right down the road."

Kaede pondered a moment. "The chicken, I guess. Doesn't really matter. Just something to keep our strength up so we can keep going."

JJ got up. "Chicken it is. Be back in say, twenty minutes or so. Anything special to drink?"

"Wet and cold."

JJ nodded. He grabbed the room card and left.

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