Chapter 1576
Like A New Person
John Henry saw Jim and Bob were headed his way. He knew they would check for a mission.
"Hello. What's up?" Bob asked.
They all exchanged pleasantries. It was something Savannah liked them to do. Since it was her 'suggestion', they all decided to follow it.
"Hello." John Henry said. "I'm running down a few leads."
Jim wanted to bring Derek and Kyle with them on one of the leads which was related to what they did yesterday.
"I know the machine shop and welding shop were taken down. What else do you have related to it?" Jim asked.
John Henry didn't have anything concrete to work with. His search turned up little.
"We have a few calls which were made by the manager." John Henry said. "I have an address for two of them. I don't have any intelligence as to what is occurring at either of the locations. I just have the location."
Bob wanted to make sure Derek was able to achieve some retribution. It definitely sounded like a recon mission to him.
"We'll take it." Bob said.
John Henry gave them the information.
Bob and Jim decided to stay longer in the Command Center and go over everything which was done since yesterday. It was a lot.
Young Allison drove the SUV with Anna and Mel in it. They were going out for brunch.
Anna noted where they were headed. It was the wrong direction to eat. It looked like Young Allison was going to make an unnecessary detour. She figured where they were headed would only breed some type of trouble. She didn't want to make it an issue yet.
"This isn't the way to restaurant row." Anna said.
Young Allison figured since they were out, she might as well drive by the homeless camp and the park. They might spot something amiss. She hoped they could prevent an incident from occurring.
"I want to see what's happening." Young Allison said.
Anna didn't want any trouble.
"We don't need to do this now." Anna said. "It always turns into a problem."
Young Allison frowned. She felt a deeper calling. It almost seemed as if it was a responsibility.
"It's a bigger problem for some poor female who gets caught up in it." Young Allison said. "It matters too. If we're supposed to help people in the future, why can't we do it now?"
Anna didn't see it as the same thing.
"It's because one matters, and the other one doesn't." Anna said.
Young Allison thought the safety of females should matter all of the time.
"It matters to me." Young Allison said.
They could hear Mel check his weapons in the back seat.
"I'll deal with any threat." Mel said. "You may both remain in the vehicle when we encounter one."
Anna didn't want to do this now. She looked at Young Allison.
"You're supposed to eat a balanced meal." Anna said. "Drive to a restaurant. We can worry about this later."
Young Allison frowned. She could see it was going to create a problem. She still believed in what she felt needed to be done. Someone needed to do something. She figured it might just as well be her.
"We'll drive by the homeless camp first and then by the park." Young Allison said.
They soon neared the railroad tracks. They could hear an air horn in the background. There was a freight train near them.
"I hear a train." Young Allison said.
Anna didn't look at her.
Mel could see there was an 'issue' now.
"It's coming from the north." Mel said.
Young Allison pulled over and waited. They were just outside the homeless camp. In a short time, they could see the headlight on the locomotive. The train wasn't moving fast. They could see some men riding on it. Three of them jumped off. All of them fell down because the train started to speed up. They should have jumped earlier. They were lazy and wanted to be closer to the homeless camp.
"There's trouble right there." Young Allison said. "Those thugs are headed for the homeless camp."
Mel rolled down his side window in the back seat. He held up his silenced M9.
"I will terminate them." Mel said.
Anna looked back.
"You will not." Anna said. "We don't even know who they are."
Mel didn't think Anna should question one of the 'Chosen Ones'. She'd already made her desires known.
"Allison said they're trouble." Mel said. "It's all I need to hear."
Two of the men who'd jumped off of the moving train got up. The third man appeared to be injured. They watched as both men went back and beat him up. They took things from him. It appeared they robbed him. It looked like a real choice group of individuals.
"Nice friends." Young Allison said.
Mel wanted to get it over with. He continuously updated his targeting angle.
"Drive by them and I'll bring them down." Mel said. "Their termination will be swift and painless."
Anna looked around. There were other cars on the road.
"There are people all around us." Anna said.
Mel didn't see it as a problem. A silenced Beretta was very quiet.
"Two shots and we're gone." Mel said. "No one will hear a thing."
CamNet gave Mel a stand down order.
There was a puff of dirt between the men. There was a second puff on one side of the first man. There was a scream and the second man was down. There was another puff of dirt. The other man went to run. There were half a dozen puffs of dirt. He grabbed his leg and fell. A few seconds later he suddenly dropped to the ground. None of the three men moved.
Young Allison quickly made a U-turn. She didn't want to be seen near the 'crime scene'. She was impressed with CamNet's tactic. It was a first for a high altitude gravity shot.
"CamNet just took them out with single shots from a minigun on a drone." Young Allison said. "It was some good shooting from fifty thousand feet with gravity shots."
Mel understood why.
"She didn't want them torn up." Mel said. "It would raise a lot of questions."
Anna thought it was all Young Allison's 'fault' for stopping in the first place.
"Now you have a side of three deaths to go with your meal." Anna said. "CamNet killed them for you."
Young Allison was more impressed with the single shots from the minigun at high altitude. Normally it would have been the full capacity of the minigun's ability. It was usually a shower of 'metal hail'.
"It was some good shooting no matter how you look at it." Young Allison said. "They were valid targets. We all know it."
Young Allison decided they could skip driving by the homeless camp for now. The three bodies near it were bound to raise some questions. She went back the way they'd come and headed for the park.
Anna could see where they were going now. She was still upset.
"Haven't enough people died today?" Anna asked.
Young Allison wasn't deterred. The day wasn't very far along. There could be a lot more deaths before the day was done. It was up to the perpetrators, not her.
"I think as long as they're the right dead people, 'no'." Young Allison said. "Those men were probably from the Border Railway Gang. You know they kill a lot of hobos and abuse the females they find in homeless camps."
Anna could see it was going to happen anyway. She wanted to get ahead of it some.
"I've sent the other drone to reconnoiter the park for us." Anna said.
Young Allison looked at her and smiled.
"If they find anything, I want to know first." Young Allison said.
Young Allison was a little worried CamNet might start to eliminate any perceived threats.
Anna received an update from CamNet.
"The park is clear." Anna said. "You can go get some food now."
Young Allison didn't want to cause any more hard feelings.
"Sure, Anna, we can do it." Young Allison said.
She headed for restaurant row. She didn't drive by the park.
Young Jesse decided to turn the landing over to Hanna-Camille. She would stay on the controls to see if anything different was done than what she would do. It was a large plane. She didn't want to have an 'issue' with the girls from the ship on board. If it was just Hanna-Camille and her, she would give it a try.
Hanna-Camille brought the 727 in for the landing. With the 'clean' wings, because the engines were in the rear of the plane, it handled beautifully. Once they were off the runway, she turned the plane back over to Young Jesse.
Young Jesse taxied it over towards the Resistance hangar. Hanna-Camille told her where to stop and she did. They shut the engines down.
There was a fuel truck waiting for them.
"Let's take care of the refueling." Hanna-Camille said.
Mary and Laura looked around. They hadn't seen Cammy, Sheila or Leticia for a while.
"Where's everyone else at?" Mary asked.
Ally didn't know the nature of the mission other than Sheila needed to take Leticia somewhere.
"They have a few things to take care of." Ally said.
They could hear the airstair being lowered.
Laura was a little confused.
"Are we supposed to get off for now?" Laura asked.
Ally didn't see the need to.
"We can, or we can stay here." Ally said. "There are two open suites."
Hanna-Camille and Young Jesse passed by them.
Mary wondered where they were going.
"Are you getting off?" Mary asked.
Young Jesse nodded.
"I'm going to learn how to refuel the jet." Young Jesse said.
Ally didn't want Mary and Laura distracted. She led them to the Master Suite.
Moments ago:
Cammy opened the rear door as the plane taxied. The noise level went up dramatically. She closed the door until they stopped. She then lowered down the airstair.
Leticia was a little worried.
"Where are we going?" Leticia asked.
Cammy wanted to keep it secret.
"It's a special mission." Cammy said.
Sheila could see Leticia look for Mary and Laura.
"Relax, love." Sheila said. "I'm with you. Nothing bad will happen to you."
Leticia did wonder for a few seconds if her 'time was up'. She looked at Sheila and knew she would protect her. She knew Sheila would protect her like no other could. She wanted to let them know they would have her full cooperation.
"I'll do whatever you want." Leticia said.
Cammy was originally going to stay on the jet. She decided to go with Sheila and Leticia. It would give her a chance to see what was going on at Cameron's base. She might be able to find out a little bit more as to what Cameron and Savannah were up to.
"I'm going too." Cammy said.
Sheila hoped CamNet wouldn't mind. She wanted to give Cammy a gentle reminder everything might not go as she intended.
"It's up to you, love." Sheila said.
Cammy thought Sheila could 'distract' Leticia in the back seat as they drove to Cameron's base.
"You two can pleasure each other while I drive." Cammy said.
Sheila picked up on what Cammy planned. She thought they could have skipped a few procedures when they found out about the mission.
"You should have said so in the first place." Sheila said. "We wouldn't have needed to get dressed."
The prospect sent a little thrill through Leticia. It would be exciting to walk down the airstair naked in broad daylight. Maybe they could do it the next time. She thought it would make her feel like a movie star.
They went down the airstair to one of their SUVs parked in front of the Resistance hangar.
Sheila and Leticia entered the rear seat. They got down to business right away.
Cammy drove as Sheila 'worked' on Leticia.
Hanna-Camille and Young Jesse went down the airstair. They wanted to inspect the plane and be part of the refueling process.
"What are they up to?" Young Jesse asked.
Hanna-Camille thought she knew but wasn't sure. She didn't want to speculate and come to the wrong conclusion.
"I guess we'll find out when they get back." Hanna-Camille said. "I wasn't informed what they were up to. I don't even know how long we'll be here."
They inspected the plane and watched the refueling procedure.
The fuel truck driver had a million questions. He was paid very well not to ask them. He only described what he did to refuel each of the tanks on the plane. He was a little surprised when the redhead took over the operation and followed his instructions. The way she handled the equipment, he figured she must work out.
Claire and Sarah, along with help from Jan and Summer, made enough food for everyone. They were all served.
Allison and Vanna ended up across from John. Jesse and Claire sat on each side of him.
John felt constant touches on his upper legs from Jesse and Claire. Allison and Vanna played footsies with him. It was clear all the girls wanted some more action. They were all 'knocking'.
Sarah sat across from Riley. Derek and Kyle faced each other. She tried not to look at Riley too much, but did anyway. They played footsies too.
Riley was very pleased with her life now. She didn't think about suicide anymore. It was a thought which crossed her mind often in the past. When she was overwhelmed with Precious, she thought about giving Precious to Cameron as her own, and ending her life. She felt she could 'go out' on a positive note if she did.
She felt like a second rate person. Derek was her anchor. Cameron also treated her fairly and did things with her at times. She loved Cameron too. Now everything was different. None of the girls rejected her when they could be together. It pleased her greatly to know they all wanted to share with her before and why they hadn't. She really hated her other future self, Future Riley. It was all her fault. What a Bitch.
She was ready to do a three way with Sarah and Derek or Sarah and Kyle. They could do a four way as well with Derek. She didn't know how far Sarah would be willing to go.
Riley looked over at John. She'd wanted to be with him from the moment she first saw him. She remembered how upset he was in the TDE room because Cameron left with the girls into the unknown. When she couldn't get pregnant at first, she considered asking Cameron for 'breeding sex' with John. She would allow Cameron to watch to make sure it was a simple 'in and out'. She'd experienced enough of those in the future to know it wasn't a big deal. It was over very quickly.
She could see Vanna, Allison, Jesse and Claire all wanted to be with him too. They were all lucky. They'd been able to be with him already. She decided she would allow Derek to be with anyone he wanted, or as many as he wanted, if she could be with John. She didn't care if it was all the girls in the Resistance, human or otherwise.
Derek and Kyle were both aware Sarah and Riley were involved with other females now. It didn't seem like a big deal. In the future, everyone was with others, even if they were in a relationship. Happiness and comfort were hard to come by. Death was always around the corner. People found happiness and comfort where they could. No one ever knew when it would be the last time. It was always a little discouraging to find someone, who someone else had been with, dead the next day.
Samantha tended Precious. She'd missed being away from her. She'd never been away from Precious for so long. She looked over at Sarah and Riley and could see they both wanted more. The other girls were all over John. She hoped to get some of it too from all of them. She did want her 'first time', on her own, with John. Cam and Gail wanted theirs too.
Summer sat across from Jan.
Jan looked at everyone in the commissary. They hadn't done big gatherings like this until Claire and Summer arrived. It seemed everything changed then. She was pretty sure Summer was the one behind it all. She'd watched Summer 'make' things happen.
Summer looked around the room and then at Jan. She gave her a smile. She knew what Jan thought. It was actually Cameron who allowed everything to happen. She knew what Cameron wanted. She'd 'helped' Cameron suppress her inhibitions. She only allowed Cameron to find the 'freedom' she'd desperately sought for so long. Everything else fell into place afterwards.
She could see everyone looked happy and at ease now. It provided her with a special feeling. The anguish and torment so many of them felt a couple of weeks ago was gone. The feelings of sexual desire were very overpowering from all of them.
Jan looked at her again. She smiled at Jan. They both felt it too.
Once the UH-1 was returned, Randy and Brian left the airport. They headed for where Young Allison was at with Anna and Mel.
CamNet redirected them to the area where she'd taken down the three thugs from the Border Railway Gang. So far no one had discovered their bodies yet. If anyone saw them, they figured it was just some more strung out homeless people. No one paid them any attention. The homeless people didn't exist to the rest of the people. They were 'invisible'. No one cared about them.
They parked the SUV and acquired a cargo van. They collected the three bodies and took them away. There would be no investigation in the area at this point. The three bodies were all dumped in large trash containers in alleys where there were no cameras. CamNet directed them where to go. They returned the van and drove away in their SUV and continued their journey to link up with Young Allison's team.
Cammy watched Sheila and Leticia together in the back seat as she drove the SUV to Cameron's base. Sheila kept Leticia down so she didn't see where they went. She pulled into the carpool area.
Leticia looked up when they stopped.
"Are we at the secret base now?" Leticia asked.
Cammy and Sheila looked at each other. It appeared Leticia was able to 'read' things better than they thought.
"Actually we are." Sheila said. "I hope you don't mind the subterfuge too much. I did try to make it pleasurable."
Leticia finished a few times on the way over. She didn't want to know too much about the 'secret base'. She knew how things were done in the movies. She was willing to go along with some of them without a problem.
"I can wear a blindfold if you want." Leticia said. "I don't want to wear a hood."
Leticia thought back to her one mistress. She was very mean to her. She would bind her and put a hood over her head. She would be forced to lay there as other women and a few men 'used' her. Some of them choked her and laughed. She needed to lay there and take it. Parts of her body were bruised for three or four days afterward. It was a rough group. It went on once a week for six months. Her mistress told her how worthless and pathetic she was as she was slapped around. She never understood why. She did everything they wanted. Those days were over. Sheila would protect her from those people now. She wanted to remind the 'special girls' how compliant she could be.
"I'll do whatever you want." Leticia said.
CamNet monitored the conversation. Leticia was very interesting to her. She seemed to like to please everyone. She also liked her appearance. She was a little darker completed than the other girls. She was very much like Sheila in that regard in all areas on her sheath. She checked.
'Blindfold her.' CamNet communicated to Cammy and Sheila.
Cammy and Sheila looked at each other. They wondered what else CamNet was going to do with her.
"Sure, love." Sheila said. "We can blindfold you."
Leticia smiled. She'd expect no less from a group of 'secret agents'.
Sheila found some material in the carpool and made a loose blindfold for Leticia.
Leticia could still see some.
"I'll need to close my eyes." Leticia said.
Sheila looked at her.
"What would you need to close your eyes for?" Sheila asked.
Leticia could feel the blindfold was very loose.
"I can still see below me." Leticia said.
Sheila laughed.
"You don't need to wear a blindfold if you don't want to." Sheila said. "I made it loose."
Leticia didn't want to see everything. She knew how it 'ended'.
"No, it's good." Leticia said. "I don't want to be killed because I saw too much."
Cammy and Sheila looked at each other. It seemed this was part of a fantasy for Leticia. There was a humorous aspect to it, even if it was serious. They didn't want her to worry. They weren't going to abuse or hurt her. They certainly weren't about to do anything more drastic.
"You won't be killed." Cammy said.
Leticia smiled. She trusted the 'special girls'. They always gave her positive reassurance. It was usually the other way around with her previous 'owners'. They always told her how worthless she was. The 'special girls' even made a point of telling her multiple times they wanted her to make her own choices and decisions. She didn't belong to anyone except herself.
"Thank you." Leticia said. "Others have told me they would kill me at times. I was very frightened, but I did as they asked."
Sheila decided she would access some of Leticia's 'files' after the 'Neural Interface'. She planned to look up a few people and pay them a 'special visit'. Leticia didn't deserve to be abused by anyone because she was a submissive. She would make sure they got a little of their own medicine. Whatever they'd threatened to do to Leticia, would be done to them instead. She would let them know why it was happening as well when she did it.
Cammy went to take Leticia's arm. She was bothered by what Leticia just said too. Sheila moved quicker and took Leticia's arm instead.
"I've got you, love." Sheila said. "Nothing will happen to you while you're in my care."
Leticia smiled and closed her eyes like she said she would. She knew how to follow instructions, even when she gave them to herself.
Sheila led her into a small computer room near CamNet's bunker.
She took the blindfold off. Leticia's eyes were still scrunched tightly closed.
"Open your eyes, love." Sheila said.
Cammy readied the equipment. There was a covered figure with a tether running from the neck port. It was obviously a well built female. CamNet said not to look at her. Leticia couldn't see her from where she was seated.
"I'm going to hook this up to your head." Cammy said.
Leticia quickly looked at Sheila. She'd seen various outcomes from electronic devices hooked to people's heads in different movies. She hoped it would be one of the least drastic ones. There was one thing she didn't want to 'forget'.
"Are you going to erase my memory?" Leticia asked. "If you are, you can erase everything but the last week and a half. You can get rid of Tracy and that 'Crazy Bitch' too. I only want to remember my special time with you and the girls."
Sheila planned to do a lot of 'special visits' to the people she would find from the 'Neural Interface' files.
"Relax, love. You've seen too many movies." Sheila said. "I'm not here to take anything away from you. You're not going to be hurt in any way and nothing bad is going to happen to you. You know I won't allow it."
Leticia smiled at Sheila as Cammy worked.
"You won't feel a thing." Cammy said.
Leticia was aware a lot of people were told the same thing in movies before something bad happened to them. She would accept her fate whatever it was. The last week and a half had been the best time of her life.
They started the procedure. When it was almost done Sheila reached down with a vibrating finger tip and stimulated Leticia. Leticia sucked in her breath slightly as pleasure shot through her like electricity. She was instantly aroused and wanted more.
Sheila hoped to make 'Trisha' a little more 'sexual' in demeanor with the sudden burst of sexual pleasure. She didn't know if it would work or not. She hoped it would. She wanted to give Leticia something specific to have in her mind.
"Think of your time with John and with me." Sheila whispered as her fingertip vibrated intensely.
The procedure ended fifteen seconds later.
Cammy removed the equipment from Leticia.
Leticia opened her eyes and looked around.
"I still remember everything." Leticia said.
Sheila smiled. She wanted to check the files to see what kind of movies Leticia actually watched. She wanted to remind her they weren't there to do anything hurtful.
"Of course you do." Sheila said. "No one wants to harm you."
Leticia wasn't so sure it applied to everyone. There was one person missing who seemed to control everything. She was sure whatever they were doing was being done without her knowledge. Maybe the girls she'd been with wouldn't harm her. She sure hoped 'Barbara' wouldn't. She really enjoyed her time with John. She wanted to remind them of her value. Her value was to serve. She would do whatever was asked of her.
"I like to make people happy." Leticia said.
Sheila wanted to change it some. People should only be made happy if they deserved the privilege. It was something they needed to earn, not expect.
Cammy removed the tether from Tricia's neck port.
Sheila went to take Leticia out of the room.
Leticia felt a sudden rush of panic. Something important was missing.
"Wait!" Leticia said. "I need my blindfold. I don't want to see too much. You know…."
Sheila smiled and giggled.
"If I would've known you like to wear a blindfold, I would've brought you to see John at the base." Sheila said. "It was a risk bringing him to the plane."
Leticia wanted to do it. It sounded exciting. It seemed to indicate he wasn't at their current location. It could only mean one thing. There must be more than one 'secret base'.
"Is he at a different 'secret base'?" Leticia asked. "I'll wear a blindfold anytime to be with John again. I don't mind. It makes it seem more exciting. I can leave it on if you want others to have me too. They won't have to hit me or threaten me. I'll do whatever they want."
Sheila really wanted to terminate some people in Leticia's past.
"If anyone hits you or threatens you, they'll have to deal with me." Sheila said. "I'm not known for being nice when it comes time for retribution."
Cammy wondered if they would need to bring Mary and Laura there at some point. She didn't know if they would be as 'accommodating'. She doubted it. Maybe Leticia would tell them the 'procedure' and they would be a little more open to the idea.
Leticia always like the way Sheila looked out for her.
"You're the best." Leticia said.
Sheila smiled. She couldn't wait to get her hands on the files and start to look people up.
"Come on, love." Sheila said.
Sheila led Leticia from the room. Cammy followed them out.
As soon as they were out of the room, Tricia sat up and removed the sheet. She put her com in.
"How do you feel?" CamNet asked.
Tricia stood and touched herself all over.
"Like a new person." Tricia said. "This is fantastic. Leticia is a dynamic and interesting individual. Her sexual exploits are limitless."
CamNet immediately began to review the files of Leticia from the 'Neural Interface'. She was sure there was a lot to be learned. It seemed the best way to learn it was with someone with a lot of experience. She planned to follow everything which happened with Tricia going forward very closely. She wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything.
Jill suggested they could switch the wigs they wore earlier. The female Fanatic laughed. The wigs were only a temporary measure. She headed into the bathroom. The water was still running in the tub. She got in and closed the curtain and activated the stop so the water came out of the shower head. It felt good to have the warm water cascade down her body. It took her some time to feel clean. She really wondered if this was the last time she would have that particular feeling. Something told her it was.
With all the action she'd seen over the last few days, she knew she was living on borrowed time. She should have been killed a dozen times over. She should have at least been wounded, or even worse, taken captive and repeatedly abused. She continued her shower.
Jill went over and looked at what was on the dresser. She could see everything was evenly divided. There was a rectangular shaped pistol off to the side. The slide was locked open and the magazine was next to it. She picked it up and looked at it. She pulled back slightly on the slide to release the stop. She allowed the slide to move forward. The weapon felt very cheaply made to her. She touched the grip area. It felt like it was plastic. She wondered at first if it was some type of toy.
The pistol seemed very front heavy to her. She looked for a manual safety or hammer on the firearm. She didn't spot either. There was a little lever on the trigger. She wondered if it was the safety. It made her wonder what type of imbecile would put a 'safety' on the trigger. If someone was going to shoot it, they would pull the trigger. Why would it need a safety on the trigger?
She believed a four year old could pick it up, squeeze the trigger, and make it fire. Without an exposed hammer, there was no way to lower the hammer down manually. It seemed like a very poor design to her. She figured they were probably manufactured for less than a hundred dollars. She really wondered what the markup on them was.
Jill could see the money was evenly distributed. There was actually more in her pile now than she'd turned over to Jackie earlier. It made her feel good because someone trusted her. When she was homeless, she always felt people looked down on her. They all made her feel like a criminal. She didn't think anyone trusted her.
She really wondered where things were going to go. For the last few years, there was no purpose to her life. She only existed to exist. It wasn't a good feeling. She'd suffered a lot of abuse in different homeless camps. She quickly learned there was an 'initiation' at each new one she went to. There would always be a half a dozen men who would 'visit' her hooch and abuse her. Sometimes one of them would leave some food. She understood everything came with a price. That was then. This was now.
She didn't know what SkyMaster was exactly. She did understand it was like a god to Jackie. Jackie mentioned one time something about a super computer. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to become a disciple for something which seemed like a cult group. It was what it was.
It was all a little hard to believe there were people back from the future. Everything she saw indicated it was true. The machines she'd come in contact with we're clearly not from her time period. Nonetheless, she'd actually touched them. They were as real as she was. She looked over at her clothes on the bed. It was time to get dressed. They were going to go to the restaurant and eat. It sounded as if Jackie was almost done.
The female Fanatic finished up in the shower. She dried herself off and put the towel back on the rack. She headed back into the room. She could see Jill was almost ready. She glanced over at the dresser. Everything was still where she'd left it. Even the money was the same way she'd left it. She purposely left some of it askew to see if Jill would take some extra or even all of it. She hadn't touched it.
She knew she was living on borrowed time. The more she exposed Jill to her cause to serve SkyMaster, the closer to death she put her. She really didn't want to be responsible for another person's death she cared about. She'd already experienced plenty of it in the future as well as in the present. She was the sole survivor of her cell. She didn't know how to contact any other groups of SkyMaster followers. Jill told her she'd done her part for the cause. Maybe she was correct. She really didn't know.
It was time to get dressed. She wanted to go to the sit down restaurant. She didn't know if it would be her last meal or not.
Jill looked at Jackie as she came out of the bathroom. She watched her look at the dresser. She understood what she wanted to see. She wanted Jackie to know she was honest. She may have needed to do a few dishonest things to survive. They weren't about taking something just to take it for monetary gain.
She was ready for a little more. She wanted Jackie to know how she felt. She slipped her pants off and moved them out of the way. She reached over to the bed and pulled back the covers.
The female Fanatic heard some rustling behind her. She turned around and saw Jill was nude. She'd just opened the bed up. There was a rush of excitement which flooded her.
The two females took a moment and looked at each other. Words were unnecessary at this point. They moved together and kissed. The kiss was slow and tender. It continued to intensify in its ferocity. The hunger they felt was more than just to get something to put in their stomachs. The hunger they felt was something to put into their heart.
They made their way to the bed as they touched each other. The past was in the past. There was no need to dwell on it. They lay on the bed side by side. They took a moment to look into each other's eyes. It was clear they each wanted more. The kissing and touching soon spread to everywhere. They both soon felt a feeling they thought they would never feel again. It was a feeling delivered by another person who cared about them. Somehow it was even more stimulating as they could reciprocate in kind.
The two females shared with each other for an extended period of time. They both did what pleased them. They found what they needed. Their journey had led them from the doorstep of death, to the foundation of love. They both felt like a new person. They needed to get ready and go out. They could always return to where they were at currently.
The female Fanatic and Jill were both dressed. They tucked away their money and weapons so everything was concealed. They both put some money in each of their shoes. Even if they were robbed, they should still end up with some. There were other places where things could be concealed on their body. Neither one of them saw the need to do so at this time. It was always an option.
The female Fanatic and Jill put on their wigs and headed out. It was time to sit down and eat a nice meal. They both hoped it wouldn't be their last.
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Temporal Mission:
Past Timeline:
November 26 1963
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Cameron and Young Allison moved closer to the filming location. They were soon in back of the trailers.
It seemed like a really bad idea to Young Allison. They hadn't been invited, nor did they know anyone there.
"I think we're going to get in trouble." Young Allison said.
Cameron didn't let trouble bother her. If someone became an irritant to what she wanted to do, she would deal with them. If it required some of her 'natural ability' as a Terminator to make the problem go away, so be it.
"I don't think so." Cameron said. "If someone spots us, they'll probably think we work in makeup or wardrobe."
Young Allison wasn't so sure about it. Where they were at right now, there were a lot less people and trailers than there'd been at the other filming location.
"I still think we're pushing it." Young Allison said. "I really hope we see a famous actor."
She didn't notice any females around the area where the filming occurred. It seemed to be one more thing to worry about.
Cameron watched the filming activity from between two of the trailers. She still hadn't spotted a famous actor yet. The filming stopped. It seemed to her there was some type of problem. A stagecoach was brought out of a barn around the back side of the front of the movie sets. She could see the director was clearly irritated.
"I think there's a problem." Cameron said. "They seem to be waiting for someone."
Young Allison wondered if it was the famous actor. She understood the celebrity lifestyle usually led them down a path of substance abuse. It could be anything from drinking, to a vicious cycle of uppers and downers. She remembered reading an account of one musician who was so heavily dependent on drugs, he didn't get out of his bed for two years. He also gained about three hundred pounds. There were plenty of other musicians who died of drug overdoses before the age of thirty. They didn't need to wait for Judgment Day to perish. They ended up punching their own ticket, even if it was indirectly. The responsibility still fell on them. They were the ones who did it. It really made her wonder what the price of fame was.
She was aware of another famous musician who was killed by an individual who believed they could take over the 'fame' of the musician they killed. Instead, they remained an obscure individual. They did however receive the most amount of hate mail for anyone in prison. It seemed 'fame' could come in many forms.
There was some movement behind them.
"There you are." The man said. "Why aren't you two in costume? You're holding up the shoot."
Cameron and Young Allison looked at each other.
A female appeared behind the man.
"Get in the trailer and get ready." The female said. "When did you get here? You should already be dressed and out there."
Young Allison was about to point out they weren't involved in the operation.
Cameron saw this as another opportunity.
"They just let us off a minute ago." Cameron said. "We weren't the ones who drove here. I think the driver took a wrong turn. Which trailer are we supposed to go to?"
The man still looked irritated.
"Let's get moving." The man said. "Time is money."
Cameron was about to point out they were actually two different concepts. One was real, the other one was not. One was an astronomical fact, the other one was mass consensus bias.
Young Allison could see Cameron was about to create an issue. It was simply an expression. She wanted to move things along. She was a little excited about all of it now too.
"Are our outfits ready?" Young Allison asked.
The female motioned with her arm for them to follow her.
"Everything's laid out." The female said. "Let's go."
The man looked a little less irritated.
"I'll go get the star ready." The man said. "I hope he's not drunk."
The female led Cameron and Young Allison into the third trailer.
"Everything is right here." The female said. "I didn't know they were going to send twins."
Cameron didn't think it would be a problem.
"I can wear a wig and shadow my face a little differently." Cameron said. "It won't take me long."
The female seemed a little less upset.
"I'll send someone over for makeup when they're done with the star." The female said.
The female departed the trailer.
Young Allison was filled with excitement.
"Are we really going to be in a movie?" Young Allison asked. "I think we're going to see a big name actor. They weren't specific."
Cameron didn't think it would be a big deal. They would probably only be in the background of a scene. She figured it would deal with the stagecoach since it was taken out of the barn. She looked at the two dresses which were hanging in there. She handed one to Young Allison.
"We need to hurry." Cameron said. "Strip down and put this on."
Young Allison quickly did as Cameron said. She concealed her weapons at the bottom of her folded clothes. She noticed Cameron was completely naked as she put her dress on.
"Do I need to take everything off?" Young Allison asked.
Cameron understood Young Allison's concern.
"Just leave your underwear on." Cameron said. "You don't need to wear your bra. You can give the 'girls' some time to air out."
Cameron rapidly dressed and put on a very dark wig. It was almost black.
There was some makeup already there. She quickly applied it to herself. She applied some to Young Allison as she dressed.
Young Allison could see it was going to take some time for her to lace her shoes. She really wondered how Cameron got dressed so fast. Not only was she dressed, she'd made herself up. They didn't look identical right now. At best, they looked more like cousins than even sisters.
Cameron quickly bent down and laced Young Allison's shoes up. She did it very rapidly. She gave Young Allison a once over as she looked in the mirror. She was satisfied. She handed a Young Allison a small clutch, hers was a little larger.
"We're all set." Cameron said. "Follow me."
Young Allison was still excited about everything.
"At what point is someone going to figure out we don't belong here?" Young Allison asked.
Cameron didn't think it mattered.
"Hopefully it will be after we're done with our scene." Cameron said. "Don't look at the camera, or the crew. Only do what the director tells you to do. Remember, don't look at the camera."
Cameron was aware it was a problem for some actors when they got started, especially those who performed on stage. They were two totally different environments. She was more worried about Young Allison looking at a camera and her face being recorded in 1963.
The female returned. She looked at the girls carefully. She was impressed.
"Wow!" The female said. "Not only are you fast, you both look perfect. The makeup department is still tied up with the lead actor. I could always use a good makeup artist when you're not acting. It would help with the downtime and the odd jobs. As pretty as you two are, I'm sure you're destined for stardom. A word of advice, be careful how you get there. You know what I mean."
Young Allison did know what she meant. She wasn't about to get near the 'casting couch'. She glanced at Cameron. She could see she was enthralled with the idea. She knew they needed to protect their identity.
"Thank you." Young Allison said. "It sounds like a good idea. We'll take it under consideration."
There was some noise behind them. A man in Western attire backed out of the trailer. He almost fell down the steps. He grabbed the side of the door frame and turned around. He came down the steps and lifted his head up.
Cameron and Young Allison could see who he was.
Like A New Person
Everyone one needs to stand alone
All will fall short by comparison
As each questions who they are
It becomes their own poison
As feelings build and grow
They develop into passion
It's their very feelings
Which create a self made prison
Everyone is blinded by their desires
They defy logic and reason
The very things sought by all
Create their own form of treason
The moral of the story is
There is no lesson
The cumulative effects compound
They get worse not lessen
Time keeps on ticking
There is season after season
None of them ever make anyone
Feel like a new person
Nobody
