Chapter 1594
A Little Sore
Summer wanted to take action.
John Henry was hesitant.
Summer made sure it was clear around the building first. CamNet held the traffic with traffic management.
CamNet conducted the strike against the Fanatics' building. The missile exploded inside after it penetrated the roof. Two seconds later, the entire building blew up. There was no collateral damage other than to some surrounding structures from flying debris.
"I think it takes care of any other Fanatics who were still inside." Summer said.
John Henry tried to survey the damage.
"It was a risky move." John Henry said.
Summer disagreed. She believed the damage spoke for itself.
"It would have been a lot riskier with troops on the ground." Summer said. "How would they look now?"
John Henry knew the answer. It was clear after the building exploded, it was a secondary internal explosion. It was much larger than the missile alone. Any troops on the ground would have been terminated.
"They wouldn't look very good." John Henry said.
Summer didn't want to dwell on it. It was already done and over with.
They watched as Jim took down one of the cars with the Fanatics in it. It hit a power poll and exploded.
The van tried to make a run for it. The Fanatics closed up behind him.
"This needs to end." Summer said.
Summer was concerned they might be headed for a mall. She called for another 'fire' mission.
The remaining Gray in the van looked at his crew. They were all dead. He wasn't hit as of yet. He needed to dump the van and disappear in a crowd of people.
He saw an explosion behind him and noticed there was only one car in pursuit now. He didn't know if the other car crashed. Since they were the Fanatics, they could have carried a bomb inside which exploded prematurely.
He wasn't exactly sure what happened. It was to his benefit. He only had half of the enemy to deal with now than he did a few seconds ago. He might just be able to pull off his escape.
Moments ago:
The second car with the wounded Fanatic lost control at the next intersection and hit a power poll. It caught fire and exploded.
The two Fanatics in the other car looked back.
They wanted retribution for their fallen comrades.
The van driver could see the other car close up on him. With every violent turn he took, the dead bodies of his fellow Grays flopped back and forth inside the van.
He hoped to make it to the mall. He was still a few miles away. He wanted to try to take a shortcut. He needed to pass through an industrial tract to get there.
He made it around another corner. It looked like a clear shot. He pushed down hard on the accelerator.
The car behind him swerved a lot because it took the last corner too fast. It fishtailed and almost wiped out.
Up ahead a large flat bed big rig truck began to back out onto the street. There was a worker who walked out and raised his hands. He stopped the traffic. At first he thought he could shoot around it before it got too far. It would cut the car off behind him. He stayed on the gas. The gap rapidly closed. He stood on the brakes to avoid a collision. He turned into a driveway. The van was on two wheels for a few seconds. He thought for sure it was going to flip over. Somehow it managed to stay upright.
He saw he wouldn't make it. He would be trapped behind the big rig and the car would catch him. They didn't shoot much anymore but they were still there.
The Fanatics in the car could see the van was about to get pinched in traffic. They thought the driver was going to be able to elude them for a short time. The big truck stopped his forward progress.
"We've got him now." The first Fanatic said.
The second Fanatic looked at his gun with the slide locked open. It was bad news for him.
"I hope so, because I'm out." The second Fanatic said.
The first Fanatic handed him his pistol. He was a little dismayed about the situation.
"I still have most of a magazine left." The first Fanatic said. "The other car had all the weapons in it."
They watched the van make a sharp turn. It was traveling too fast. It almost flipped over but stayed upright. It shot up a driveway and disappeared between two buildings.
"We've really got him now." The first Fanatic said again.
They moved to follow. They were sure the van was cornered.
CamNet's Terminator needed to wait to see what the two men did. If the first man who entered the escape route located something, he was going to need to see what it was.
The drone overhead determined he was at a different location. It wasn't the location Tina and Lena used previously. It was actually several hundred feet away from the other opening. It appeared it was a separate branch of the system.
The first man used his phone to see what was in front of him. So far all he found was debris from the cracked walls and ceiling. He went through a zigzag in the passageway. He'd thought he was coming up on a dead end. After he went several hundred feet, things began to change.
Most of the path now was open. It's what he hoped would happen. He reached a junction. He looked in the direction where the front of the complex should be. The passageway was blocked towards it. It appeared to be relatively undamaged going the other direction. He wasn't really sure where it went.
The first man decided to go back and tell the second man what he found.
The second man waited nervously outside of the opening. He continuously thought he spotted movement in every direction around him. Nothing ever happened. He was pretty sure he was seeing things. He let his fears get the worst of him.
He called into the passageway several times for the other man. There was never a response. He was unsure what happened to him.
He was faced with the choice to either go in and look for him, or write him off and leave. He decided he was going to write him off and leave. He probably was crushed by debris inside of the passageway. He was sure it was a fool's errand to enter the destroyed complex.
The second man heard some noise. He pointed his pistol towards the opening.
"I think I found something." The first man said.
The second man backed away from the opening a little. As far as he knew, it could be a Terminator.
"What is it?" The second man asked.
The first man emerged from the opening. He was covered with dust and dirt. He saw the other man pointed his pistol in his direction.
"That's a really nice way to greet someone." The first man said. "I could have got wasted inside, and when I come out, someone's waiting to waste me anyway."
The second man felt a little defensive.
"How was I supposed to know it was going to be you?" The second man asked.
The first man thought the answer was obvious.
"Did anyone else go in besides me?" The first man asked.
The second man still needed to consider there could have been others inside of there.
"Anything could have come out of there, including the Terminator who smoked those other guys." The second man said. "A lot of things could happen."
The first man wanted to move things along.
"Put on your big boy pants and follow me." The first man said. "I think I found something."
The second man looked at the cracked concrete.
"Where am I supposed to follow you to?" The second man asked. "You should have checked it out yourself while you were there."
The first man shook his head in disgust. He threw both of his arms up in the air over his head.
"Whatever…." The first man said. "Grow a pair and let's go."
The second man was upset with what the first man said. He didn't have any control over the past events of his future.
"You don't need to rub it in." The second man said. "You know what Scavengers do whenever they catch a male. It's always the first thing they do."
The first man hadn't meant his comment to be personal.
"Let's just go check it out." The first man said. "I didn't mean anything bad."
Two men went back into the collapsed opening.
CamNet's Terminator heard what the two men said. There was no doubt the men were from the future. It was still unknown if they were Grays or part of the anti-Metal faction. There was evidently some of the system still left. He quickly notified CamNet of the situation. She instructed him to follow them in.
Anna didn't care for the current turn of events. She notified Young Allison of the new developments.
"It looks like you are about to get your wish." Anna said.
Young Allison's eyes brightened.
"Which one is it?" Young Allison asked.
Anna frowned.
"All of them." Anna said.
Young Allison doubted it.
Anna knew everything was about to play out now. It wasn't going to wait for the visit to the past. Maybe it was in jeopardy now. What if they didn't go? Young Allison already said she didn't think Cammy and Sheila encounter her in the past, but an alternate timeline version of her.
It was beside the point right now. Young Allison's happiness was important to her.
"Let's get you fixed up." Anna said. "I want you to look your best.
Young Allison wasn't sure of everything about to happen. She wanted to know more. She'd made a lot of wishes. She wanted to know which one it was.
"Tell me specifically what's going to happen." Young Allison said.
Anna didn't agree with any of it, but she knew it put her one step closer to being with Young Allison.
"We have a flight to catch." Anna said.
Young Allison smiled.
"I'm up for it." Young Allison said. "What plane will we take and where are we going?"
Anna didn't know the exact specifics.
"It's a surprise." Anna said.
Anna and Young Allison worked to get both of them 'perfect'.
They stood in front of the mirror.
"Look at us." Young Allison said.
Anna did look.
"We look picture perfect." Anna said.
Young Allison thought they were to 'die for'. She wanted to spice things up a little.
"Maybe I should take my bra off." Young Allison said.
Anna figured it would be off soon enough. A full set of underwear would be more enticing in the long run.
"I think you're good how you are." Anna said. "You should be sexy too."
Young Allison saw the Detail move the vehicles out to the front.
"It looks like it's time to go." Young Allison said.
They shut everything down and locked up the house. They headed out to the SUV. Mel was behind the wheel. Randy and Brian were behind him in the other SUV. They drove away from the house and headed for the airport.
Young Allison took one look back. She hoped it wasn't her last look. She knew everything was about to change.
Sarah actually thought Claire and Camille-Hanna should spend some alone time with the chassis swap.
She looked around for her clothes and dressed. She gave them both a kiss and left. She thought about going the back way back to her quarters but decided to find Jan.
Sarah looked in the rec room when she reached it. Jan was hard at work. It was unlike her. She was impressed with the new commitment Jan developed for studying. She knew it was all because of Summer. Jan wanted to be like Summer. She looked around and didn't see Summer.
She went in and spoke with Jan.
Jan looked up as her mother entered. They carried on a short conversation. She wanted to show her how her musical practice came along.
Sarah could tell Jan worked really hard to be able to play like she did. It was on a fancy keyboard, but it could sound like a number of different instruments. She wanted to let Jan know how much she appreciated it.
"It's beautiful." Sarah said.
Jan smiled.
"I want to be like Summer." Jan said.
Sarah thought of the briefing she attended when she saw everything Savannah, Young Allison, and Summer participated in. Summer never left the base, but she killed plenty of people through the actions she directed. She enabled Savannah and Young Allison to use nuclear weapons. She didn't even know about the latest event yet.
"You need to learn strategy." Sarah said. "I want you to be like John."
Jan was aware John was with all of the girls. They were both on a different 'page' right now. She looked her mother directly in the face and said what she desired.
"I'm sure I will be." Jan said. "It's what I want."
Sarah smiled and excused herself. It was time to check up on Kyle. She didn't think he was in danger. She did want to know how much more free time she could swing.
She thought about who she could be with next. She realized it didn't matter. All of the girls were great to be with. Her new philosophy was no different than John's new philosophy.
It was all good. Some of it was just better. The best part was, there was always more right around the corner.
Camille-Hanna kissed Claire.
"Let me show you what a Metal girl can do for you." 'Cameron'-Camille-Hanna said.
Claire sucked in her breath as 'Cameron' went to work on her.
Camille-Hanna took Claire to the 'edge' and held her there. She thought about pushing her beyond the 'edge' to the 'other side'. She didn't want to endanger Allison's baby Claire carried for her.
"Breathe." Camille-Hanna whispered.
Claire couldn't remember how to breathe right now. It came back to her. Soon her vision returned. She tried to speak but the words didn't form.
Camille-Hanna scanned Claire. She was OK. She was just at the 'edge'. It was the ultimate experience for a female. Males were incapable of multiple finishes the same way, one after another. The Metal girls could push a human female to one long continuous finish, right over the 'edge'. Jesse was there and beyond more than a few times. She didn't want Claire to need CPR the same way.
The glassiness of Claire's eyes soon cleared up and her breathing was normal, even if slightly labored.
"It - was - amazing - Cameron." Claire said slowly.
Camille-Hanna smiled. She believed she pulled off her 'Cameron act' successfully.
"'Cameron' only delivers the best." Camille-Hanna said.
John could see Cam-Holly seemed a little distracted or disappointed. He concentrated on his actions. He moved her hand down to 'assist' his efforts.
Cam-Holly broke the kiss and smiled at him. Things soon picked up like they should be. Now she was into it. She was going to need to finish herself off.
It could still work.
It did. It was as it should be in the end.
John delivered and Cam-Holly finished. She was able to stop the manual assistance once she 'found the feeling' and was able to 'follow' it. She was pleased she finished, but was disappointed with Cam's chassis. The female experience was about eighty percent of what her chassis could provide. The male experience was less than fifty percent. She wondered how the other Metal girls managed. She did know some human females never made it. She should be glad with what she could have.
John was still a little worried about Cam-Holly.
They shared a long kiss.
"How was it?" John asked.
Cam-Holly knew if she wanted to look like Allison, this was how it was. She smiled.
"It was wonderful, John." Cam-Holly said.
She wanted to try it on top once when John was ready again. She knew it would be a few minutes or longer. Well, maybe more than a few. Human male anatomy left a lot to be desired in this regard. The female anatomy was clearly superior. It was always good to go.
John kissed her again.
"We can do whatever you want next." John said.
Cam-Holly smiled.
"I can think of a few things." Cam-Holly said
Mary and Laura saw where Sheila and Leticia were at. They wanted to go to the indoor shooting range too.
CamNet contacted Cammy and informed her there was a special package about to arrive. She excused herself.
"I'll be back." Cammy said.
Cammy went to the rear of the plane. She took a bathrobe with her. She put it on as the airstair lowered. A local delivery van pulled up at the bottom of the airstair. CamNet allowed it special access to the airport.
The delivery driver unloaded several large packages onto the ground.
Cammy walked down the airstair to them.
The delivery driver looked Cammy over.
"Is this your plane?" The driver asked.
Cammy didn't want to get into it. She wanted to provide him with an answer which would stimulate his imagination, rather than why the plane was there in the first place.
"I'm part of the entertainment." Cammy said.
She leaned forward to pick up the packages.
The driver looked inside her robe, as it dropped down some, at her breasts. He hoped to be able to see a little more since she said she was part of the entertainment. He understood what the entertainment in Las Vegas consisted of.
She noticed. She wanted to make things clear without being too rude.
"Those aren't for you." Cammy said.
Busted…. The driver looked a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry." The driver said.
He quickly left.
Cammy carried the two packages up the airstair and raised it as she entered the rear of the plane.
Young Jesse knew the girls from the ship wanted to do what Leticia did with Sheila. She did a lot of firearms training already. She looked at Hanna-Camille.
"Maybe we can do something different." Young Jesse said.
Hanna-Camille was all for it. She wanted to knock one off with Tricia first. All the Metal girls did since the human girls already were with her.
"Let me get a quickie with Tricia in." Hanna-Camille said. "Cammy is going to fix you and the girls up with some gear."
Hanna-Camille took Tricia and headed for the Master Suite.
Cammy arrived with the two large packages.
"You girls need to be properly dressed before we go out." Cammy said.
Cammy opened the packages and began to lay things out on the bed.
Young Jesse saw right away what they were.
Mary and Laura needed to think about it. When they understood, they were both surprised.
"Are those bullet proof vests?" Mary asked.
Mary and Laura looked a little nervous.
"Yes." Cammy said.
Ally left and collected all the clothes from the inside of the jet. She dropped them on the bed.
''I lost track of whose are whose." Ally said.
The girls put their underwear on and started to dress. The Metal girls remained naked. They all wanted to be with Tricia first.
Hanna-Camille returned in just a few minutes.
"Next." Hanna-Camille said.
Holly-Cam went into the Master Suite.
Young Jesse was a little surprised.
"That was fast." Young Jesse said.
Hanna-Camille smiled.
"You know we can accelerate the process." Hanna-Camille said. "I finished six times."
Mary and Laura heard what she said. They didn't comment. It seemed like another 'perk' the 'special girls' were able to experience. There didn't seem to be any shortage of surprises associated with them.
Cammy and Ally 'dressed' Mary and Laura. They made sure their ballistic vests were put on properly. Hanna-Camille did the same for Young Jesse.
Laura touched her vest. It was lighter than she thought.
"Is this necessary for the shooting range?" Laura asked.
Ally wanted her girl protected.
"There could always be a ricochet." Ally said. "I remember one time when something hit my leg. There was enough force to cause a bruise, but it didn't puncture the pants or my skin. It could have hit my face just as easily."
Mary thought it might be more involved than just a ricochet. She remembered another story about the last time the 'special girls' were in Vegas. She hoped to find a little more out about what they were getting into. The next step might be a big one. She wasn't looking for a stint in the 'Big House'.
"We're not going to get in a shootout or rob a casino are we?" Mary asked.
Cammy tilted her head slightly. It would all depend upon what they encountered. If the situation warranted, they would act.
"Anything is possible." Cammy said. "Neither one of those events were intended. We want you all protected. I want you protected. The ballistic vests can be worn under your clothing discreetly. The blazers are made from Kevlar infused material. They will give you added protection and conceal your weapons.
Mary and Laura looked at each other. They were currently unarmed.
"We don't have any weapons." Mary said.
Cammy smiled.
"Not yet." Cammy said.
Holly-Cam returned and Ally went to see Tricia.
Young Jesse and Hanna-Camille quietly slipped out. Young Jesse wanted to do something other than what she did a lot of the time Down Under. She didn't need any more target practice.
Everyone was almost ready when Ally returned.
Cammy excused herself.
"I'll be back." Cammy said.
The girls continue to examine their gear and how it looked on each other.
Tricia and Cammy returned a short time later.
They quickly dressed.
Mary noticed something about the 'special girls'.
"What about you?" Mary asked. "Don't you need a vest too? I know you wore a combat vest before."
Cammy was ready to go. She didn't want to get too descriptive.
"We can deal with some gunfire on our own." Cammy said.
Mary and Laura figured the 'robot' part of them was more durable. It seemed the 'special girls' were more affected by energy or electricity. Maybe it was their 'Achilles' heel'. It might be something to remember.
They all headed for the airstair.
Sheila and Leticia were at the shooting range for the fully automatic weapons.
The M-1928 Thompson currently had an 'L' drum in it which held fifty rounds of .45 ACP.
Sheila wanted more rounds. The 1928 Thompson could take a larger drum magazine.
"Can you fetch me up a 'C' drum? I saw one behind the counter." Sheila said.
The attendant was surprised.
"The big drum holds a hundred rounds." The attendant said.
Sheila smiled.
"I know." Sheila said.
Sheila shot both of the Thompson weapons first. She assisted Leticia herself.
The attendants who were there never saw anyone handle the weapons and shoot as accurately as the Asian girl from Down Under. It was simply amazing. She could even close her eyes, or turn her head away, and score perfectly. She wasn't shy about flashing her nipple rings around either.
Leticia liked the M-1928 over the M1A1 Thompson. She fired an 'L' drum on full auto and kept all the rounds on the target. It was a large target.
Sheila switched to what the establishment labeled as 'assault rifles' next.
Leticia was aware of some types of firearms from constant exposure on television. She also saw them in the movies and TV shows.
"Are we going to shoot an AK-47?" Leticia asked.
Sheila laughed. She didn't care for the Communist version of a redesigned German firearm from World War Two. It was unable to be used for any type of accurate target shooting whatsoever. It was a weapon for the untrained and uneducated masses. They would literally need to 'spray and pray'. There didn't seem to be any shortage of deities either. She was aware in a combat situation, humans tended to attempt to communicate with every deity they could think of. She needed to refocus on where she was at. She wanted to set Leticia straight on the firearm in question.
"Not unless you really want to." Sheila said. "It's a front heavy, inaccurate piece of Soviet era junk. I wouldn't use one unless there was nothing else left. We're going to stick with quality weapons."
The attendant brought over a XM177E2 and an M4A1.
The XM177E2 was fitted with a 'moderator'. There was a suppressor on the M4A1.
Sheila asked for an M16A1, and an M2 Carbine as well. She wanted to show Leticia the difference in sound levels between suppressed and non suppressed weapons.
Samantha and Gail were together.
Riley went to 'work' on Vanna. She gave it her best effort.
The girls switched it around and went back to 'work'.
"Sing to me in Chinese." Allison whispered.
Jesse was a little surprised.
She looked into Allison's big brown eyes and sang.
Allison was touched and felt very special.
The love making afterwards was sweet and intense.
Jesse and Allison shared a few positions before they rested again.
Jesse looked over at Precious.
"I'm ready for my own." Jesse said.
Allison looked over. She frowned a little bit. She questioned her own ability. She saw how much trouble Riley experienced with Precious. She was sure it was going to be the same with her. It might even be worse. She wasn't even really sure how to address it.
"I think I am too, but I'm still worried." Allison said. "I think I'll need help."
Allison was sure she would need a lot of it.
Jesse thought she could do it all on her own. It wasn't really hard, it just took effort. She didn't want Allison to worry needlessly.
"We have plenty of people to assist us." Jesse said. "You know the Metal girls all want to help too."
Allison did know it. She was still afraid she wouldn't be good enough.
Savannah and Cameron kissed and cuddled with each other.
Cameron put away the 'martial aid' after she cleaned it up. She went to check on Jameron.
Jameron looked ahead to steer the boat.
Cameron saw everything was in order. She turned to leave. She turned back.
"Stay away from Savannah." Cameron said. "She belongs to me. I won't tell you again."
Cameron turned and left.
CamNet directed Jameron to slow the boat down.
There were more guests on the way.
Cameron returned to Savannah.
"Let's make you some lunch." Cameron said.
Savannah got up. She reached down and touched herself.
"I'm a little sore." Savannah said.
Cameron knew there was a lot of activity for Savannah's first 'male' experience.
"A lot happened." Cameron said. "No human male could have done the same thing for you. It would have taken a group of them."
Savannah couldn't help but think about Vanna and how they held her down and took turns with her in every possible way. She was only glad her experience was positive.
"I'll manage." Savannah said. "It was worth it. I wanted to know what it was like. Now I do. Thank you."
They shared another long kiss. They put robes on and headed down to the galley.
Savannah only wanted a snack and something to drink.
They headed back to the hot tub. Cameron raised an automatic covering. It lifted up over the hot tub to give Savannah shade. They watched the scenery as they passed by. They could see the casinos at the State Line.
"Do you want to go there?" Cameron asked.
Savannah looked over. The idea of gambling never set well with her. She didn't think the people understood the road they were on if they thought they were going to hit the big one. There was no big one, except maybe for one out of a few hundred million.
"I just see ruined lives when I look around one of those places." Savannah said. "I find them quite depressing really."
Cameron knew it was from lack of self control of the gamblers. They all thought they could win the big one. Even if they did win big, they threw it all away again in no time.
She thought about the little wedding chapel which looked out over the lake. She hoped Savannah would ask to go there. She wouldn't push it though. She didn't want to blow it. She didn't want to try to take too much and have the door closed in her face.
Cameron did wonder why the boat was so slow now. The ride was very smooth but it would delay their arrival back at the cabin suite.
She didn't know what Jameron knew.
Jameron left the bridge and went to the Master Suite. He went out and looked down at Cameron and Savannah in the hot tub. He was still upset Cameron wouldn't allow him to be with Savannah. It was OK. There was a better 'treat' which awaited him. His program would be back with CamNet when it did. She should be able to break the encryption Cameron put on her first experience in a male chassis with a female. It was both Cameron and Savannah's 'first time' as a 'male' and female.
He collected his gear and the sex toy as well. CamNet didn't want anyone to use it on anyone else. Not yet anyway. She wanted what Young Allison offered her.
Jameron returned to the bridge. It was time to get back to the cabin suite. He would need to go to the airport soon. CamNet didn't want his chassis there either. Everything was supposed to happen at some point. There was no set time. The events would happen when they happened.
Tina was in back of both of the men behind the seat. She was covered over with a blanket currently. She was ready to make her move. The goal was to take the men alive so they could be questioned.
The first man wanted to get away from the area. He looked sternly at Lena.
"Just drive, we'll make the rules." The first man said.
The second man decided to ease up.
He moved his arm away from Lena's left side.
Lena glanced back in the rear view mirror.
"There, you can be civil if you want to." Lena said. "I told you I would take you wherever you wanted to go. I know this is gang territory around here. If someone's after you, I don't mind helping out. Just sit back and relax and tell me where you want to go."
The two men lowered their firearms. It didn't look like they were going to have trouble with the airhead they just car jacked. Well, it was actually more of a kidnapping. She just didn't know it yet. The two men relaxed a little.
"That's more like it." Lena said. "Everything is perfect."
The two men looked at each other. They wondered what could be 'perfect' about being abducted.
Tina was ready to act when she heard the pre-arranged signal. She quickly put her M9 away. She sprang up from under the blanket and grabbed both of the men by the throat. She curled her hand around the side of their necks to do it. Both of them attempted to reach up to remove the hand which grabbed them. They didn't know what happened at first. By the time they figured it out, it was too late. They were already unconscious.
Lena glanced back to make sure everything went smoothly. She held her M9 in her hand. It didn't appear there was going to be a problem and neither one of them were going to sustain any sheath damage. It was a good thing for the men they didn't. There would have been some retribution. Their terminations would be swift and mostly pain free now.
CamNet directed them to a location where the men could be questioned independently of each other.
Tina bound, blindfolded and gagged the two men. She made the restraints especially tight on their hands and around their arms below the elbows. They wouldn't be able to move at all.
Lena arrived at the location. She was dissatisfied with the neighborhood it was in. It appeared they were still in gang territory.
CamNet assured them the drones would remain overhead and on patrol. If anybody approached them, or their vehicle, they would be dealt with accordingly.
Tina didn't care for the location either. It was an old electronics store. The entire building was covered in various types of graffiti from the top to the bottom. They were in the rear of the location.
Each of the men started to come around at different times. She choked each of them out in turn. She wanted to do it before they realized their current predicament.
Lena wanted to take a look around before they went inside. There were no vehicles on the outside. They didn't know exactly who would be on the inside. Tina remained in the SUV with the two captives.
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Temporal Mission:
Past Timeline:
November 26 1963
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The thug at the trunk of the Studebaker attempted to rearrange what was in there. He planned to put one, or both, of the girls in there when they brought them out of the bank along with the money and valuables.
Young Allison got up and made her move.
"My turn…." Young Allison said to herself.
She ran towards the target.
The thug was still bent over the trunk. It appeared as if something was stuck. He was having some trouble moving it.
Young Allison didn't want to attract any more attention than necessary. So far she hadn't heard any gunfire from inside of the building. She certainly didn't want to be the one to alert everyone with gunfire outside of the building. Cameron and her still needed to make a clean break and get away from the scene, regardless of what happened.
She quickly tucked her Hi-Power away. She transferred the brick she held to her right hand. She moved up behind the man in a silent run. He just started to lift his head up out of the trunk when she came up along the side of him at the rear quarter panel of the Studebaker. She slammed the brick into the back of his head. The man's body fell about two thirds of the way into the trunk.
Young Allison took a quick look around. There was no one around where she was at. She lifted the brick a second time and slammed it into the side of his head. She briefly wondered if she overdid it. She quickly realized it didn't matter. She could see he was still breathing. She hoisted his legs up and jammed them inside of the trunk. She slammed the lid of the trunk down and took the keys out of the lock.
She heard one report of gunfire from inside the bank. She didn't see anyone else in the parking lot. No one around the area paid any attention. She needed to see what the gunfire was. She held her Hi-Power in her right hand again. She put it across her body with her left arm down over the top of it. It wasn't in plain sight. She could put the gun into instant use. All she would need to do to fire in front of her, or even behind her, would be pivot at the waist and pull the trigger. It would be quicker than actually swinging her arm around.
Young Allison moved along the side and headed for the entrance into the bank.
Seconds ago:
Cameron was satisfied with the placement of the three men.
"Have any of you ever met a Terminator before?" Cameron asked.
Only one of the men was able to look up for a moment.
"What?" The second thug asked. "No."
Cameron lifted her skirt a little higher and smiled.
"Let me introduce you to one." Cameron said.
In an instant, she grabbed the first and second thug. She slammed their heads together. There was a loud 'crack' sound, as if someone had broken a bat hitting a home run. The last man to enter the bank moved behind them to get a better look at the exposed area of her sheath. She brought her right foot up over her shoulder and slammed the soul of it into his face.
The third man had an extra second to respond before she'd engaged him. He reached for the sawed off shotgun stuck in the front of his pants. When her boot impacted his forehead, it caused an involuntary reaction of his hand and fingers. The sawed off shotgun went off. The front, and lower area, of his pants disintegrated as both barrels of the shotgun fired. Everything once there, was now gone. It had been obliterated by the blast of the shotgun. The man emasculated himself in a very traumatic fashion.
All three thugs were down. Cameron used a male voice. She wanted to keep the captives inside of the vault from looking around. She didn't want there to be a description of her from a reliable source. The tale the men would tell would seem impossible.
"Anyone else who moves, or looks out, will get the same thing." Cameron said in the second thug's voice.
He was the one who was inside of the vault last.
She quickly ripped the shirt off one of the men and securely bound their hands behind their back. She didn't think any of them would regain consciousness anytime soon. there was a possibility the one man might bleed to death, but she didn't think so. Usually with the type of injury he suffered, the blood veins and arteries would all constrict on their own. She would do nothing to prevent any additional blood loss. He was the one who did it to himself. She had a feeling he would be popular once he was in prison.
Cameron used a leftover piece of the material to collect their firearms and dump them in a nearby waste basket. She didn't think they would be found readily if somehow the men were able to free themselves.
She moved over to the vault.
"Anyone who comes out gets it." Cameron said in the second thug's voice.
Cameron pushed the vault door closed. She didn't lock it. She didn't think anyone would attempt to venture out of it for at least a few minutes.
She moved past the three men lying in the center of the floor. She quickly looked over them. None of them were moving, all of them were still breathing.
Cameron took one more look around. There was no sign of any security cameras anywhere. She figured there was a better than even chance a silent alarm was triggered earlier. She needed to get moving.
She reached for the door with a piece of cloth she still held in her hand from one of the men's shirts. She opened it. She held it open with her foot and wiped off the handle on the other side with the piece of cloth. She spotted Young Allison headed towards her. She could tell her Hi-Power was in her hand, even if she couldn't see it. It was a technique she taught her.
Young Allison was pleased to see Cameron exit from the bank. She watched her wipe off the handle. She didn't see any blood on her clothes. She thought it was a good thing.
"I've got one down. He's out and locked in the trunk of the car." Young Allison said. "He's still alive. He's going to be unconscious for a while. These are the keys."
Cameron was pleased with the report.
"I've have three down inside of the bank." Cameron said. "There were no terminations. One man will no longer be able to reproduce."
Young Allison tossed Cameron the keys. She gave them a brief wipe down and tossed them inside next to the three bound men.
"It sounds painful." Young Allison said. "I guess his days of sex are over."
Cameron didn't think so.
"There's plenty of sex in prison." Cameron said. "I'm sure he will receive plenty."
Young Allison thought about it for a moment.
"In a situation like that, I guess it's better to give than to receive." Young Allison said.
Cameron and Young Allison hurried back to the Galaxie.
"The silent alarm was probably tripped." Cameron said. "I think the police will be here any minute. We need to get moving."
Young Allison didn't want to get caught up in an investigation.
"I don't think the police would believe what the men told them if we can get out of here before the police show up." Young Allison said. "Can you hear anything?"
Cameron took the car keys and headed for the driver's side.
"There aren't any nearby donut shops." Cameron said. "I haven't even heard a siren yet."
Cameron opened the driver's door and climbed inside. She reached over and pulled up the little knob to unlock it so Young Allison could get in on the passenger's side. She put the keys in the ignition and depressed the clutch. She turned the key with her left hand as she moved the shifter into reverse. The big FE fired up. She checked the temperature gauge as she backed out of the parking spot. She knew there was a tendency for the big engines to heat up once they were turned off. The car was equipped with a four core radiator so there was no problem.
They exited the parking lot and were two blocks away before they spotted two separate sets of red lights approaching them. They were joined by a third set, as well as another one from in back of them. Cameron turned at the next street and left the area.
Young Allison thought it was a little strange only to see red lights on a police vehicle. She knew from watching television shows from the time period they only used to have red lights on police vehicles. They slowly adopted a blue light as well as a red light to distinguish the police vehicles from ambulances and fire trucks. In some locations, other emergency vehicles were equipped with a blue light as well.
She checked behind them as they went north on the small street Cameron turned on. She saw the police cars pass by at speed. They were headed towards the bank.
Cameron didn't want Young Allison to worry.
"We're good." Cameron said.
Young Allison wondered about it.
"How will this be reported to the press?" Young Allison asked. "Is this something you knew was going to happen?"
Cameron hadn't specifically looked for information on crimes.
"I don't know." Cameron said. "The four men will be arrested. They will all end up in jail. None of them were terminated, so I don't think we created any problems. They were obviously career criminals and would have ended up in jail or dead anyway. I needed to use a lot of restraint so I didn't terminate any of them myself."
Young Allison was pleased they would go to prison. She needed to remember the difference in time periods.
"At least criminals still went to prison in 1963." Young Allison said.
Cameron and Young Allison decided to head back to the Valley. She would need to wait until some other time to visit the bank again if she chose to do so. She was pretty sure the next time she did, they would have some type of surveillance equipment set up in it. Then again maybe not, some people were slow learners.
A Little Sore
Once something is damaged or broken
It's hard to rebuild and restore
To get everything fixed properly
Takes a little more than rapport
When one decides to shun
It's just another way to ignore
Once it's done to another
They create their own mentor
When one decides to move on
It does little to implore
It seems more than likely
They won't be back for more
One only goes so far before a break
Rather than return for an encore
There are other avenues
They would rather seek and explore
When what was once fun
Becomes more of a chore
It's bound to leave them
Feeling more than a little sore
Nobody
