CH 8
JJ knew one thing right away. The Salton Sea stank of rotting, dead fish. The northwest area wasn't so bad in that it was tolerable. The desalination plant the rebels had made needed to be cleaned out frequently, but it did provide fresh water free of salt or microbes by boiling the water the cooling the vapor like a whisky still. They were making enough water to drink and bathe in, then the bathwater was used to water their gardens with.
Delilah had brought 4 tanks and 200 terminators with her. Upon being attacked, the weak PSR picket folded. After greeting JJ and Kaede, she got a meeting together of the rebel leaders, the terminator Captains, JJ and Kaede. Jason Irwin and Michael Cridendon were survivalists who'd brought the few hundred rebels together and set the still up and showed the others how to survive. Only 54 had weapons, so Delilah sent a group of terminators back to arm everyone who wanted to fight. Which was every man and woman old enough to carry a gun.
"Here's the situation, folks," Delilah told the gathering. "PSR is strong on the west coast here. They believe troops from China are coming to help. John Connor has made sure that's not going to happen. We also know that the army and Navy are not going to become involve with the fighting, they let the President know that. Those are the good points. There are some bad ones also for us. One is that by the reports we're getting, other states are kicking the PSR's ass, so those remaining are headed this way to ensure they maintain a hold on the west coast. Others of us won't be able to stop from getting here. There is also the fact that they may try to lure us into city fighting."
"What's bad about that?" a younger man asked.
Delilah eyed him. "Everything. Fighting inside a city causes high attrition rates, which we can't afford. Building to building, even room to room in the same building fights. Too many places to hide unless we level every building, then even the rubble can provide cover. Ever hear of Stalingrad?"
He shook his head.
"IN 1942 and 43, the Germans were attacking Russia. In short, they rolled over vast tracts of land, swallowing up many miles every day, surrounding and taking out the Russian army as they went. That was, until they got to Stalingrad. There, they got swamped in the urban combat. Like I said, house to house and even room to room, fighting. Fighting in the sewers under the city, fighting in the ruble of collapsed buildings. It brought the German army to a halt. While the Germans slowly pushed the Russians back inside the city, using their resource to gain sometimes only feet of ground at a time, the Russians built up forces to the north and south and surrounded the entire German 6th army in Stalingrad and eventually destroyed or captured that entire army. We do NOT want to fight in the cities."
"Then we let the PSR keep the cities?" Jason asked.
"For now," Delilah told him. "Cities depend upon the countryside for food and water. We isolate them, cut their power, redirect water supplies get rid of guarding forces outside the city, then starve them out. It will take longer, but we will lose many fewer fighters and not destroy the buildings in the process."
"We only have a few hundred people here," Michael said.
"Right now, yes, we also have more forces all around the country," Delilah told him, "Plus I have hundreds more terminators and tanks. Right now, we move to find a better place to train up all the rebels and get everyone armed who wants to fight. While the rebels. I think should be called California Guardsman, get trained up so they can fight effectively, we'll be performing raids on PSR posts and city utilities. Keep in mind, many men were forced into the PSR. I'm sure if we can get them to see the PSR is not all powerful, we will weaken our enemy without firing a shot."
San Diego was the first place Delilah wanted to rid the PSR from. While the area of the military bases were secure, road blocks and PSR groups held much of the city itself. Clearing out to suburbs wasn't a big deal. Individual houses and even apartment complexes were not a big challenge for terminators. In the center of town were there were tightly packed city blocks, Delilah had the area surrounded, the city water shut off and the electrical power cut.
She soon found out who the dedicated PSR people were. First, protesters carrying signs and weak weapons came at the line of terminators. Being terminators, they incinerated the mob. The ones lucky enough to not be hit by the streams of plasma fire ran to the sides to get away. Behind them, PSR soldiers came shooting as they advanced. They got the plasma treatment also. The truck fitted with steel plates on the front didn't stop the plasma bolts. It blew up. The ones who tried to flee were hit also. From alleys, the remains of the protesters screamed out their anger, but didn't try to press the terminators holding their line, now with a mass of burning body debris in front of them.
Many others did come, holding their hands up high and begged to be let out of the city. Rebels who had passed their combat tests searched them. For anyone who had PSR ID, their ID was taken from them and they were escorted into a holding area. They got daily food and water, but that was it until they could be interrogated.
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JJ and Kaede were assigned to a small hill just outside the city. Below them terminators and a few Rebels were near the foot of the hill, obscured by brush and a stone wall. On the other side of the hill was a reservoir that was cut off from the city. JJ had a semi-auto rifle with a scope, as did another rebel. Sitting and looking down on the city with binoculars, they watched for any PSR coming to try and open the water valves.
"So, fella, you and your lady are rebels too?"
JJ replied, "Texas guard. So's my Mom, Delilah, and most of them with her. I'm JJ by the way."
"Pete. I'm surprised you came all this way to help us."
"It's a case of either we stand together or let the PSR tear us apart. I don't want us torn apart." JJ replied.
"Well said," Pete beamed. "Those guys that shoot those energy blasts, What are they?"
"The newest terminators," JJ told him. "Basically, living machines. They are smart too. Armored hyper alloy combat chassis, there's not much that will touch them. Bullets just bounce off them. PSR hasn't realized the deep shit they are in yet. They think help is coming from China, that's already been blow up." He took a look in his binoculars. "We got a group looking at the hill here, two streets in."
"PSR?" Pete asked also taking a look.
"I don't see any uniforms or weapons," JJ noted.
"They are probably trying to figure out of they can get to water. Yeah, they got buckets, and are looking around them. Yup they are walking this way." Pete said.
JJ looked at the ragged group. "Pete, keep a watch to the sides. Kaede, come with me. Keep a lookout for for an ambush."
JJ and Kaede walked down to the bottom of the hill, Through the brush, he could see the group of 12 easier now. JJ told a terminator, "When they get closer, we'll go out and meet them. Cover us."
The terminator nodded.
When the group got closer, JJ and Kaede climbed over the wall and went out to meet them. "Hey people, what are you doing out here?" he asked.
They all stopped. One woman said, "We have no water, please, let us by."
JJ winced and said, "We can let you get some water after we search you, but once you do, you can't go back in the city. Anything PSR you have will have to be tossed away, or you might get killed."
"We have nothing to do with them, except trying to stay alive!" One man barked. He then looked closer at Kaede. "What's that on her head?"
JJ grinned. "Don't know about you, but I like horney girls."
Kaede frowned at him. SMACK.
JJ's head bobbed from the hit. "Well, it's true!" he said glancing at her. "Kaede's awesome. So, are you coming for water or not?"
"We still have kids back home!" another woman stated.
"Go get them."
"PSR is watching," another woman said. "We convinced them we'll got get some water. IF we don't, they will kill our children"
JJ nodded. "How many are watching your kids?"
"They gathered our kids together in a fourth floor apartment. We don't come back with water, they kill our kids."
"You know where they are? Your kids and the ones holding them?" Kaede asked.
"We do. That building on the left of the road facing us. Fourth floor, about three windows in from the roadside edge."
JJ looked at the spot for a moment, then said, "I got a plan. I take it they are watching out the widows and the kids are sitting on the floor."
"They were when we left," a woman said.
"Kaede, can you get up there from the outside?" JJ asked.
Kaede nodded. "Up the outside and kill the bad guys?" she asked. "We can't drop kids out the fourth floor windows," she added.
"No, we'll have to get them out going down through the building," JJ said in a musing tone. "That means getting water, and at least getting back to that building." He pointed to one man. "Go back, and tell the PSR garbage, we will exchange water for those kids. No kids, no water, and we attack. Hand the kids over in good health, and they will get some water."
"They will never agree to that!" the man said firmly.
"The only way they get water is to hand over those kids," JJ said sternly. "Go tell them!"
"If we don't come back with water they will kill all our kids!" the man cried.
"Let them know if they hurt even ONE kid, they will not live to see tomorrow!" JJ shouted back. "GO tell them!"
The blonde woman said, "I'll go tell them."
"We'll be watching you," JJ said. "The rest of you folks follow me."
"You're going to get our kids killed!" the man yelled and lunged for JJ. He then lifted in the air horizontal and was slammed face down onto the side walk.
JJ knelt by the man who was now moaning on the ground. "You think those PSR pieces of shit will do anything for you? Guess what, buddy, your kids are already dead unless we can find a way to save them. Maybe you will be too if you took water to them." JJ then told the terminators, "If you hear shooting, shoot that building, left side of the road, fourth floor, shoot the windows out, then we charge. Kaede, I'll need you to get to and up the side of that building as fast as possible. Save as many of those kids as you can."
"OK Johnny."
JJ got the group behind their cover and told a couple rebels, "Search them."
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The woman that walked back soon returned with a PSR officer behind her, holding a gun to her head.
"Do I go yet." Kaede asked quietly.
"The instant the shooting starts." JJ told her. "I'll join you there as soon as I can."
50 yards away, the PSR man stopped the quivering woman. "We need to talk!" he demanded.
JJ told Kaede to stay under cover until the shooting began. He climbed over the wall and took a few steps towards the man. "You shoot her, and you're a dead man." he stated.
"Put that rifle down!" the PSR man bellowed.
JJ pointed it at them. "No fuckin way. I will shoot through both of you if I have to. Water for those kids, that's the deal, the best one you're going to get."
"Johnny, PSR in the ditch to the left crawling towards us." Kaede said.
JJ tipped his head slightly. "You're achin to die, send them back."
"YOU will listen to me!" The PSR man raged.
JJ saw there was no talking to this guy. The woman he was holding had a dress on. Below it, he could see one of the man's feet, his other foot was just to the outside, but his leg was covered. He took his best guess on how to save the woman, dropped to kneel as he aimed just below where he was sure her crotch was. He fired.
The woman gasped, the man behind her screamed. Over him plasma bolts flew out to hit the fourth floor windows. Kaede took off in a flash, racing down the road horizontally a couple feet off the ground. JJ pointed to the ditch. "One terminator, cover that ditch!" He then got up, The PSR man he'd shot was holding is bleeding upper thigh. JJ put another round into his head, killing him. As he moved to turn, JJ called, "Rebels, help this woman. Terminators, Charge!"
Running down the road, JJ popped a few heads that came up from the trench. Up ahead, Kaede was already going up the side of the building. He ran as fast as he could and looked for more PSR. Some spilled out of the building ahead.
"JJ, DOWN!" a Terminator yelled. JJ hit the ground. a flood of plasma fire raced over him to wipe out the PSR who'd came into the street. Terminators ran past him.
JJ ran into town and into the building as plasma fire sounded in the street. At short range it was taking JJ longer to shoot the few PSR men he saw, than he liked. He still got them all and only took one bullet in the shoulder. He found the stairway and raced up, slinging his rifle and pulled his sword. Running up onto the third floor landing he suddenly met a PSR man coming down. JJ skewered him through the gut, twisted the blade and jerked it out, only slowing down his pace. The man tumbled down the stairs leaving a bloody trail. Upon coming onto the fourth floor, JJ unslung his rifle, wielding it left handed, his sword in his right.
Seeing a broken down door with a piece of someone outside it, JJ went up it cautiously. "Kaede?" he asked.
"In here, we got wounded kids," Kaede called.
JJ stepped in to see Kaede bandaging a boy's arm with cloth she'd ripped from a dead PSR man. "How bad?" he asked.
"Just a few arm shots." she said. "You idea worked, they are all alive."
Some fast bandaging and JJ and Kaede led the kids back down the stairway. Coming outside, the area was a mess. Holes blown out on buildings, pieces burning bodies all over the place. Terminators formed a rear guard as they went back to their hill. In the ditch, bodies were burning with the brush. No more PSR showed themselves. By quick count, JJ found 35 dead, including the one he's shot behind that woman. He was happy to find out she had a brush burn from that shot, that was all. His bullet had just skidded against her skin inside her thigh, close to her crotch.
JJ felt relieved he hadn't shot her. He never, ever wanted to try a shot like that again.
The now whole families that escaped the city got escorted to the reservoir and got their water. Now they were all thanking JJ profusely, and wanted to help the Texas guard however they could. He sent them on to Delilah to guide them in what to do.
In was a small victory, barely anything in the large scheme of things. Still, Delilah had told John of JJ's expert handling of the situation, and the fact he rescued whole families, including all the kids the PSR was holding. JJ got his own platoon instead of a squad, and a company of Rebels, who were now California Guardsmen working with the Texas guard. JJ was now a Captain in the Guard, Kaede was his Lt. He got to rest for the night, then he was to take his troops and head for Oceanside to the north to keep PSR from trying to come south and clear the town of them if he could.
Tired from the stress of the day, JJ laid down in his and Kaede's room. Kaede turned him over on his stomach.
"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily.
"I'm going to rub your back. You rubbed mine many nights, I'm just returning the favor," she said softly.
"Oh, OK. Thank you."
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The President was at wits end. Last night, his PSR advisor was found dead. Something had speared a hole in his head, but no shot had been heard. The speaker of the house was found sitting in a chair, a drooping idiot. Puncture wounds in the backsides of his elbows, up under his knees, one behind his left ear and just above his right eye were found. A cat scan showed he'd been lobotomized, and most likely tortured before that.
The NSA had also found the air Force was missing a neutron bomb. It was scheduled to go to an air force base, but it never got there. The Colonel who signed it out for transport - with Presidential orders, could not be found. They wanted him to show them his copies of the order and explain why that bomb was moved.
After assuring the NSA he'd find his copy, the President sat with his head in his hands. A secretary came in. "Mr. President, the new speaker of the house is being installed. He wished to ask you to declare the PSR a criminal organization as many states already have."
"They are a political organization."
"Untrue. Political organizations do not work to subjugate the masses, nor to they involve themselves with all kinds of theft from personal items to property. They also do not have gunfights with citizens, nor do they impress people to join them against their will," the red haired secretary stated. she walked up to the desk. "Shall I inform Mr. Speaker that you will concur with this action?"
The President looked up to see her blue eyes turn red. "I also came to inform you, John Connor said that you have the rest of the week to work with him. Work with the new Speaker, Mr. President. You have until Friday, or John Connor will work with him." Her eyes returned to a blue shade.
"Who are you?" he asked weakly.
"Catherine Weaver. If you think about it, I'm sure you know the name."
"I thought Catherine Weaver died while being taken to prison."
"No. John Connor made that accident and freed me. You should be careful who you listen to."
The President stared as she turned and walked out.
He also noted that in the news, China was fighting with Russia, each claiming the other had attacked them unprovoked. He wondered if Connor started that conflict to make sure China would not be helping the PSR. He had to wonder just how much reach this John Connor had.
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It had been a long two months. After they disrupted the PSR in New York, Bob and his group headed to mid PA to meet Joan and Allison. In the barely there town of Haneyville in the deep PA woods, the main building/gas station and restaurant sat in front of the log cabin lodge.
"This place is in the sticks," Bob noted as he drove up the winding road. For the last 15 miles, all he saw was woods and trails. Another turn and he saw the gas station/ restaurant announcing they'd made it. It was also the check in place for the lodge. Bob went in and paid for their three days here, then drove around back to the lodge.
The only thing in the parking lot was a blue pickup. Siting on the long porch were Joan and Allison. Seeing Bob drive in, they jumped up and waved. By the time he parked, they opened the door for him and all but dragged him out of the jeep to smother him with hugs and kisses. While Bob was mauled by his wives, Connor got out and helped Malinara out. She ran around to join the hugfest.
"WHAT are you doing here?" Joan asked as she hugged Malinara.
"Stow away," Bob said, "But she has been a big help to us."
"Come in, we got lunch ready," Allison told them. "We expected you yesterday."
"It took longer in New York City than we planned," Connor offered. "But hey, we made it."
"That's a good thing," Joan said, all smiles. She had one of Bob's hands, Allison had the other.
Being taken inside, Bob noted someone missing. "I thought Josh went with you. Something happen to him?"
Allison frowned. "We kicked him to the curb. He was useless!"
"He did nothing but whine and complain," Joan added. "I mean nothing! We had a firefight in a building. We won, but that ... We had to go to the hospital, our clothes were ruined, I had 15 bullets in me Allie ate 18. What did he do? NOTHING! He sat by the truck. He didn't even follow us or attempt to come get us! He just sat in place and waited! That was the last straw, we kicked him out of the truck and drove away."
"He was really useless, huh?" Bob asked.
"He was. Supposedly he came to help us. All he did was eat and complain. He never lifted a finger to do anything. After he just waited for us to come back, like Joan said, enough was enough," Allison stated.
Connor looked over in the corner. "We've got a bar?"
"Real Glen Fiddich too! 14 year old," Joan beamed. "It's under the counter there. Vodka and Captain Morgan too if you want some. it's just under the glasses. Self serve though."
Connor got up and smiled. Anne appeared behind the bar in a sexy French maid costume. "How can I serve you, Sir?" she asked.
"Glen Fiddich, double shot," Connor replied.
"Any beer?" Bob asked.
"Yuengling. Only a pony keg. Grab me one too," Joan said.
"Make it three." Allison said.
"Three beers it is!" Anne announced, and began serving.
They ate and drank and had a nice party. Joan knew they had to move west soon, but for right now, they had their husband back and they were going to enjoy it.
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Delilah had San Diego ringed, both she and the naval base were getting refugees sneaking out of the city. The Navy gathered them up and sent them to Delilah. Delilah made sure supplies got to the naval base. The PSR tried one more break out. Delilah had some terminators and a tank waiting for them. They slaughtered 97 PSR people. At the hill where the reservoir was, Some PSR again tried to get to though and were wiped out.
To the north, JJ and his troops made Qceanside with little PSR contact. He blocked the roads and sent in a Terminator with a white flag. His offer was, PSR give up and you will be put in a nice safe jail cell. Refuse and we will come in and destroy you. Five of the PSR soldiers there shot their officers and surrendered to the terminator. Again, the people left there were eager to be rid of the PSR.
A scout to the north reported a column of trucks coming. Delilah also reported that same Column. PSR was coming south to 'quell the uprising'. JJ set up an ambush ten miles north of the town. He put his terminators to each side of the road, and split the guardsmen to the sides of them in a 'V formation, so the closer PSR came, the more guns would be on them.
The line of 20 trucks ran right into the ambush. the first five were obliterated by plasma fire. As the ones behind stopped and disgorged soldiers, more men were cut down and more trucks blew up. The last three trucks tried to turn around and leave. Fire from guardsmen stopped them. In the space of a half hour, the only PSR left were hugging the ground, trying to not get killed.
Of the 300 men the PSR had sent, 42 lived and surrendered to JJ's troops. None were officers. they were men who'd been impressed into service. JJ used them for burial details of their fellows and had them watched. Once he was sure, and the Guardsmen told him those men were OK, he let them join their ranks to help drive away the PSR.
JJ continued north along the cast. Delilah had another force moving inland. The next big target was Los Angeles.
JJ's command post and quarters was the back of a box truck. Kaede made the front part of the box their private room, on the back was JJ's planning boards and maps. Stopping for the day with guards and scouts out, Kaede assured JJ he could rest without worry. They were finding PSR were great bullies, but not so good when it came to combat.
As their routine had become, Kaede laid down with JJ. She held onto him, he put his arms around her and rubbed her hack until he was fairly sure she was asleep. After all, they were fighting the enemy lines to each other.
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Delilah was pleased, a single week after services were cut off from San Diego, the leader of the PSR there was shot by his own men and they surrendered the city. Going in there wee few civilians left, and PSR men sat on the sides of the streets without their weapons. The Navy assisted by sending marines to collect the ex-PSR soldiers. The Marine Commandant did insist that the PSR officers be held in confinement and not killed as Delilah wanted to do.
Interrogation of officers and the men, they found many of the troops only followed orders to keep themselves of family members from being killed. Delilah gained another 170 recruits for the California Guard. She questioned every single one to ensure they were being honest.
San Diego was restored, water, power and the road blocks were all lifted. Delilah knew this would be the easiest city to take over. Still she was surprised they folded that quickly.
Since many people had fled California, Delilah asked for help with on-combat positions. Farms needed to be worked, city utilities needed work, so did mundane things like garbage collection, and opening store back up needed people to with in them. Military families took on most of these jobs. She also needed a Mayor and a city council for the city so she could concentrate on military matters.
San Diego became the first city in California to regain a real Mayor and City council elected by the people. Since the state was so crewed up from the PSR, Delilah said and the Commander of the base agreed, that as long as their laws were in keeping with the constitution, they could do what they wanted. It was immediately voted that any Law the PSR made was null and void. The City Council also agreed, and the mayor signed into law that everyone should have some form of personal protection. Even guns if they could find them.
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Jackie and Duncan were headed east. Their next stop was Albany, NY. Much of the PSR was headed west, trying to get some form of solid defense back together. Their stronghold in the upper east coast was New York City. When that fell apart, Only the lower members were left to defend. Anyone of any rank or status headed west to where they knew the PSR had total control.
Jackie and Duncan were going to Albany yo see if there was a real state government. then they were going to Collinwood. Jackie had a couple dreams she should go there. One was very realistic dream with little Sarah saying Jackie had to come. Knowing Sarah was a ghost, Jackie was sure Sarah was reaching out to her.
In Albany, like many places, the PSR left behind were escorted to jail on subversion and terrorist charges. Basically, it was over here. PSR uniforms were found in the trash, filling some bins. No one wanted to be associated with them. As fast as the PSR had risen, they were collapsing hard on the east coast and in the middle states.
It took a few more days, but Duncan and Jackie made it to Collinwood. The downstairs maid greeted them and invited them in.
"Jackie! We're so glad to see you!" the maid blushed. Do you have any news on Daniel?"
Jackie's mood immediately went down the tubes. "Get everyone together. I do have news." she said sadly.
The maid hurried to fulfill her request. She even got Barnabas and Vicky to join them at the long table where Jackie was playing with her fingers on the table and looking at her hands.
Barnabas and Vicky came in. They sat down, Vicky obviously pregnant. "Daniel couldn't come?" Barnabas asked.
"He's never doing anything ... ever again," Jackie said in a whisper. Raising her head, they could all see the tears tracks on her face. "See, what began as a normal day, Daniel and I were planning out our wedding. Nothing as grand as what Joan had, but good for us. You know, family and friends. Suddenly, outside there was super bright flash," She said with a sniffle. "We fell down. All I can really remember is trying to get Daniel to move. my... body didn't work right, I could barely do anything. Daniel was completely limb, I couldn't feel a heartbeat. I remember screaming at him to wake up, then Mom came and pulled me away."
"What happened?" Vicky asked.
"We were hit with a nuclear bomb," Jackie said tonelessly. "Mom said it was a neutron bomb, made to kill people but leave things intact. Every human in Driftwood died that day. I was confused and not right for days. By the time I came around, Daniel was already buried. There were so many that were buried."
"Dear God." Barnabas said weakly.
"Ever since then, we've been tracking those bastards down," Jackie said, her voice firming up. Her eyes took on a red ring. "We've found out much, but those who did it murdered more people to try and hide who it was. It's not working, and when we find them, they are worse than dead." looking up at the gathering staring at her, women with their hands over their mouths, Jackie added. "Yes, Daniel's dead. He didn't deserve to die like that. He didn't deserve to die at all. Hundreds didn't deserve to die. That damned PSR is behind it, and we will destroy them."
"Jackie," soft, barely there voice said from her side.
Sarah's apparition was beside her. "I'm so sorry," Jackie offered.
"You are blameless," Sarah said in her soft voice. "Daniel knows you would have saved him if you were able. You need to know he loves you and he is fine. Spirits don't feel pain, Jackie. He's with his mother now."
"I wanted him here with me," Jackie said, tearing up again.
"We know that, but it cannot be. Daniel doesn't want you to keep searching for revenge. He wants you to go on, Jackie. Live as long and happy as you can. He feels if you're happy or sad. For him, for me, please move on and live your life." Sarah then faded away.
To no one, Jackie said, "Right after we bury PSR. They will not get away with what they did."
The front door flew open. Three men in PSR uniforms came in. The middle one announced, "This property is being confiscated by the PSR! You all must leave!"
Jackie stood up. "Well the shit patrol finally shows up!" she announced and walked around the table towards them.
"Stand down Miss, or we will shoot you!"
Jackie laughed. "Then shoot, see that happens next!" she said and kept walking towards him.
"Last warning, STAND DOWN!" he yelled.
"Chickenshit, huh?" Jackie asked, "I guess I'll have to start then." She morphed out her plasma canon and shot him in the chest. As he fell, she asked, "Come on, who's next!"
The other two men turned to run, she shot one, then the other before they reached the door. She did use small charges so she didn't catch anything in the room on fire. She looked back to see everyone staring at her.
"I will destroy the PSR. Duncan, we got things to do and dirtbags to kill."
Duncan got up. "I have to go watch out for her. She's a little angry."
"She just killed three men!" Vicky said.
"Not the first, won't be the last. Like I said, she's angry." Duncan told her, then ran after Jackie who was walking out the door.
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