Meanwhile, Mount Zonah Mental Ward…
"I'm not crazy! Unlock this fucking jacket!" Tracey yelled as Clint strapped her back in a straitjacket and chained her legs to the bed.
"You broke out, tampered with a plane, potentially murdering Trevor, K8lynn and Skye and for what fucking reason?! Framing your little sis who hasn't done or said fuck all to you lately because she's been held hostage and tortured for three weeks?! And as for that last screaming match, you provoked it and sided with Madam Godzilla, who said she was over the moon to be rid of Carly, Johnny, Dash and Packie!" Clint says, Tracey turning angrier.
"Yeah… and so was I! They deserve every bit of wherever the fuck they were! Why couldn't they just stay there?! We all would've been so fucking happy! As for 'Madam Godzilla' whether you like it or not, she's my mom and that's all she ever will be!" Tracey yells.
"Maybe you would've been happy but you can't speak for all of us." Both heard, Tracey looking and seeing Michael and Sally.
"As if I should even care what you'd think?!" Tracey shouts.
"You would if you went through the hell Dash did, be damn thankful that your dad's not that fucking twisted! Dash was seven fucking years old for Christ's sake!" Sally yells.
"And she should've taken the hint and learnt her place!" Tracey shouts.
"You… would encourage the rape of a child… just to teach them a lesson?!" Michael says, Tracey's look changing as she knew she'd just set him off. "You want twisted, I'll give you twisted… I'm gonna sign you up for the asylum, Tracey. That's the only place you belong!" He says angrily.
Sally and Michael left, Sally shaking with rage.
"I want to rip that little bitch's throat out! Watch her bleed to death!" Sally growled, Michael trying to calm her down as he thought back…
1/12/10, De Santa house…
Michael's head snapped up as he heard screaming upstairs, three separate voices. Within seconds, he bolted up there, seeing Tracey trying to pull Carly away from someone.
"He broke into my room, he was trying to hurt me!" Carly screamed, the tiny 12 year old clutching a bat as the blonde threw her to the floor.
"Mr. De Santa…" The boy coughed out, Michael recognising him as Tracey's boyfriend, Adam James.
"Carly's lying, Dad!" Tracey yelled but Michael was past enraged.
"You come in here… and try to hurt my daughter?! Get out of here, I ever see you again and you're a dead man, you hear me?! DEAD!" Michael yells.
Adam scrambled down the stairs and out, Tracey turning her rage to Carly as Michael helped Carly up.
"You had to, didn't you?! You had to go and yell the house out, get him kicked out! You're a lying bitch, Carly Jade, you simply don't want me to be happy because you can't make any friends, don't you?!" Tracey shouts.
"My shirt is ripped… my arms scratched and bruised. How can you hang around someone who does that to a kid, Trace? Who knows how many children he's abused or are you so desperate for love, you'll take what you can get?" Carly says in a rough voice, holding up her arms but Tracey didn't believe her.
"This is exactly why I said no boys upstairs, Tracey! Especially when your mom and I aren't home and you're supposed to be watching your sister!" Michael says, Tracey glaring at him before storming into her room and slamming the door.
Present time…
"Did he ever try to come back?" Sally asks after the initial shock wore off.
"He tried to, but… he never came back into the house again." Michael says.
"Had Dash seen him, she probably would've killed him herself. I don't even want to think of how Sam would've reacted." Sally says as Michael drove towards Chumash.
"Me either… she's got her mother's heart but her father's anger, there's really no telling what she'd do." Michael says.
"You think… they're okay? Trevor, Skye and K8lynn?" Sally asks as Michael parked on the side of the road, seeing Sam's Ruiner in the driveway.
"I hope so… otherwise, she's not gonna be very happy." Michael says, nodding towards the Ruiner.
Michael and Sally got out and walked to the door, Carly opening it and letting them in as Lester was setting up what seemed to be a small base of operations.
"A CB Radio, L?" Sally says.
"I think they might be somewhere near a yacht… worth a try, at least." Lester says as Carly turns the dials, managing to pick up a slightly scattered signal… but she recognised one voice.
"Sand is cleared out!" K8lynn says over the microphone.
"Then… try and start it." Skye says, everyone startled by how traumatized she sounded.
A few grinding noises were heard… before hearing the engine running and Trevor letting out a happy yelling noise.
"This is Captain T, reaching out there. We need directions from the Caribbean or a familiar voice!" Trevor says into the microphone.
"Trevor, what happened to Skye?!" Carly asks.
"Carly?! This thing attacked her, she said it was almost like… a native human, raw from evolution… I don't know if she was giving off some kind of seasonal message or what, but the thing tried to… force itself on her. They're instinctive humans, no sense of society or what's right or wrong, just instinct… how humans originally evolved to be. I looked around and they're everywhere, they're occupying caves, building camps and brutal effigies, this island belongs to them." Trevor says.
"Then get the hell outta there! Find your way west towards Hawaii and find the airport there!" Jack says.
"We can't… as running as the engine is, it's weak… and this yacht is beached, it's underside fin is buried in sand, we'd need a damn tractor to dislodge it unless we're gonna dig… and that's not gonna be easy or quick." Trevor says.
Carly pulled Jack down by his shirt and whispered something to him, Jack's eyes widening as the word Cargobob was mentioned.
"What was she saying?!" Trevor asks.
"She said… it might be possible to lift the yacht out with a Cargobob." Jack says.
"It might work, but… how the hell would you get a cargobob down here? Must be at least 2000 miles, a helicopter of that size would take days to make the trip one way alone." Trevor says.
"It might be our only shot, T…" Carly says as Mikey walks in, Carly handing the CB microphone to him.
"Corporal, you got any Cargobobs at Fort Zancudo?!" Trevor asks.
"We've got 6… as for using them, it depends how far we're talking from." Mikey says, Lester pointing at his laptop screen which had pinpointed the location of the island from the signal. "2360 miles… that's not gonna be fast. There and back again, counting fuel stops… at least a week." He says.
"It's their only shot in getting off that island!" Sam says angrily, Indie trying to calm her down.
"Not necessarily…" Mikey says, looking closer at the map and more at the airports in between them. "A Titan could make the trip there in a couple of days… fly over the island, lower the ramp, we could parachute down supplies to them, weapons, food and stuff. Give them all the resources they'd need." He says.
"Immy has a modified one… wait… what about Zosha's ship?" Carly says.
"I wouldn't recommend that." Trevor says after hearing Zosha's ship mentioned. "We've already seen these humans adapting modern technology, wearing DVDs around their necks on strings, throwing flares at us… if we left something on Zosha's level of tech, they could use that too." He says.
"The Titan sounds like the best choice. Immy!" Mikey says, Immy walking in from the backyard.
"I heard my name." Immy says.
"Where do you keep your modded Titan, Fire Eyes?!" Trevor asks.
"The previously Weston hangar at the airport… I kind of took up the opportunity when it turned up for sale." Immy says.
"We've figured out a way to get back home. When you fly over, I'll shoot the flare gun and you lower the ramp!" Trevor says.
"It's drop is linear, kind of like a carpet bombing system, so I'd suggest spreading yourselves out to get to the drop sites quickly… anything special you need, other than survival stuff?" Immy says.
"Bandages… Skye's pretty beaten up." K8lynn says.
"I'll drop a full first aid set, that'll be in a red painted crate… what happened to her?" Immy says.
"Some native worse than Altruists tried to…" Skye says, Immy's eyes widening in horror as she figured it out.
"Natives… you mean like… evolution humans?" Immy asks.
"Yeah… like cave people who still run on basic instinct." Trevor says.
"Then most likely… Skye's giving off a signal." Immy says.
"Signal… you mean… like a cat or something does? When it's time for… that thing?" Trevor asks.
"Yeah… in heat, whatever you want to call it. Humans do have those seasons, it's just that we've advanced so far beyond basic instinct that we just don't notice seasons anymore… but these natives will. My advice, keep cautious. If you're giving off the signals, every matured male on that island is gonna be interested." Immy says, the whimper Skye let out letting everyone know that that hadn't done anything to make her feel better.
"Any weapons there?" Carly asks.
"We've got a small axe, a flare gun and a more modern, carbon steel axe that K8 found in an abandoned campsite… there's been other modern humans here, but… well… there's also a lot of effigies around the island, if you get what I mean." Trevor says.
"Be ready to attack if they try to barge into the yacht. Mikey, Nicole, I'm gonna need your help with weapons and everything. Jack, you're flying us there, you seem to know the way." Immy says, dragging Jack by his shirt before they all leave.
"They're on their way… just… please still be alive when they get there." Carly says.
"I can promise one thing, Carly… we won't go down willingly." Trevor says.
"That sounds like the old Trevor." Carly says.
"And hopefully the new Trevor too… when we get back we'll talk about things, okay?" Trevor says.
"Okay… I love ya, old man." Carly says.
"I love you too, kiddo. Make sure to pray for us." Trevor says.
"You got it." Carly says before they shut the radios off, Johnny lightly rubbing Carly's back as tears formed in her eyes.