Chapter 369

Bad Situation

The motor home with twelve females was followed out in another minute by the box truck. Ally slowed up some so the truck Sheila drove could catch up to her. The convoy of abused females was headed for freedom.

Sheila moved around Ally so she could use the truck as a battering ram if anyone blocked their path. The front end on the truck was sturdier than the motor home.

Ally and Sheila didn't know if they would be intercepted along the way. There was a good chance of it. It appeared it was about to happen sooner than expected.

Sheila was in the lead with the box truck. She spotted a sedan headed towards them. She drew her M9 and held it out the window in her left hand. She zoomed in on the sedan when it was a quarter of a mile away. It was identical to the one at the place they just left. There were two punks in it. They looked like the two dead men next to her in the cab of the truck. Neither one of them appeared to be on the phone. It was a good thing. They might just be coming to help. Either way they were bound to spot Ally or her as they passed. They didn't look like they were going to block the road and no weapons were visible. It looked like she held the upper hand.

Ally closed up right behind the box truck before the first shot was fired. The car was only two hundred feet away when Sheila started to shoot. She fired six shots in just over a second. The first four shots were at the two men in the front seat. They were both hit twice. The last two shots took out the two tires on the left side of the sedan as she passed it.

Both men were already dead as the car went out of control when it passed the motor home. It swerved sharply to the left and then started to roll. It rolled six times before it ended up in a ditch on the side of the road. Neither body was ejected. It should look like a traffic accident at first to anyone who noticed it. It was off the road and the road was lightly traveled.

Ally called John and Bob. She informed them Sheila and her were on their way and to run interference for them if they needed it. She told them what to bring along as well, based upon similar situations.

John and Bob headed for an SUV. They knew Cameron wasn't going to like it, but there were eighteen females they were about to get out of a bad situation.

A short time ago:

Cameron quietly and unobserved entered the house. There was a flurry of activity going on. There were four men she could see. She could tell the men were busy packing things. There were stacks of cash visible as well. It looked like the men in the house still needed some more time to get everything situated. Two of the men carried a stack of papers outside in boxes. She followed them out from a side door.

They loaded the boxes in the back seat of a sedan. One popped the trunk open. Cameron moved up quickly and terminated both men, their bodies were now in the trunk. She closed the trunk lid and took the car keys with her. There was something more pressing she needed to tend to.

Cameron went to the shed where Sheila told her two men took one of the girls. She checked back in the direction of the house as she listened. It didn't sound as if anyone else was about to come out yet. She directed her attention back to the shed. It was clear the men inside the shed who were about to abuse the girl needed to be terminated. She could hear their conversation as she approached.

"You were going to bring 'top dollar', now you're going to be mine instead." One man said. "I always wanted to be 'first', now I'm going to be."

Cameron looked around the corner. The girl was gagged and bound. The men stripped her pants off as she struggled and tried to call for help. She witnessed enough. It was time for action. It was a good thing she hadn't waited any longer.

She moved towards the first man and rabbit punched him 'Terminator style' at the base of his neck. The powerful blow severed his spine completely.

The girl looked on in horror as one of the men's head snapped backwards as his torso shot forward. There was a beautiful girl behind him for a fraction of a second. She blinked and the girl was gone.

Cameron moved to the man who just spoke. She chopped her hands against his arms and broke both of them. She then did the same thing to his legs. Before the initial shock of the attack wore off, she gagged him. His pants were down around his ankles already by his own actions.

She quickly untied the girl and tossed her pants back to her. She needed to get her out of there.

"Come with me if you want to live." Cameron said.

The girl removed her gag and pulled her pants on.

"Thanks, it was close. He was going to jump me. They both were. They said there would be others as well." The girl said. "Who are you?"

Cameron wanted to avoid questions. She needed to get back into the house. She could see how upset and uneasy the girl looked. Maybe she could give her some peace of mind.

"Nobody…." Cameron said as handed the girl a knife she took from the first man. "It's up to you if you want closure. I'll be back."

The girl looked at the knife in her hand. She turned her attention to the man with the shattered limbs. She knew what he was going to do to her.

Cameron disappeared back outside and returned to the house. There were only two men left. They began to wonder where the other men were at. They were supposed to help them pack up. They should have come back in by now.

"Where are Jacobs and Lopez?" The first man asked.

The second man looked off to the side.

"Maybe they went to 'pork' the skank. Tiny and Sweet were going to bust her." The second man said.

"Knowing Tiny, she probably wouldn't even get popped. It's more than just a nickname when it comes to him. Sweet will probably get to break her in." The first man said. "If you asked me, it should have happened in the first minute they brought her here. I'm ready for a little more myself."

The second man looked off to the side again where the shed was at. He couldn't see it from his location inside of the dwelling.

"I want some too before we go." The second man said. "I don't like the way some of the guys hog all the good ones for themselves."

The first man nodded. Some of the old timers seemed to score all the fresh meat.

"I hear you bro." The first man said. "There will still be plenty for both of us."

Both men laughed. They suddenly looked to their side.

Cameron was repulsed by the men's conversation. It didn't sound as if the females were even considered human by the men. She was sure they were all responsible for years of abuse. It was time to put an end it.

They looked confused as Cameron walked right up to them and terminated both of them with her hands. There were looks of surprise on their faces as they died. They weren't used to a female standing up to them. Now they were dead.

She looked around to see what she needed to take from the area. She heard a muted scream from the shed. She took the satchel of cash and headed for the door. The girl came out of the shed, she threw something into the dirt. She could see the knife was bloody.

"Who's the big man now?" The girl asked over her shoulder. "My cat is bigger than you - were."

Cameron could hear the man thrashing about with more muted screams. She could only picture what must have been done. Somehow it seemed like justice. It made her wonder how many other females suffered at the hands of the group of men.

"He will bleed to death soon." The girl said. "I waited until he regained consciousness…. I wanted him to know I was the one who hurt him. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when he saw me. He looked like he saw a ghost."

Cameron was sure it wasn't a ghost the man saw. It was his past actions catching up with him. He saw the future and knew it was death.

She figured what the girl did. She opened the trunk of the car and took the two terminated men out of it. She drug both of them back inside the building. She took two road flares from the trunk before she closed it and ignited them. She threw one in the house and the other into the shed. The muted screams grew louder from the shed as the bleeding man was surrounded by fire.

The girl was pleased to see the fire would finish what she started. She watched the way the men treated the other females. It was very crude and abrasive. Some of them were abused right in front of her. It seemed like a more fitting end instead of the man blacking out from blood loss.

"It's even better." The girl said and looked at the shed. "Suffer some more, Shorty."

Cameron was pleased the girl didn't ask her a bunch of questions.

The girl looked around the area.

"Where are the others at?" The girl asked.

Cameron pointed at the car.

"There are no others." Cameron said. "We're the only ones here who are still alive."

The girl looked a little concerned.

"There were more girls here earlier." The girl said. "They took them away in a truck and a motor home."

Cameron opened the door of the car and the girl got in.

"Two of my associates commandeered both of the vehicles." Cameron said. "No one else will lay a hand on any of the others."

Cameron took one more look around. The screaming in the burning shed intensified for a short time and then slowly faded off. It sounded like the fire did its work. She figured it was probably a combination of smoke inhalation and blood loss which would have acted first. Then again, the screams were pretty intense for a short time. The girl and her drove off.

"How long were you there?" Cameron asked.

The girl looked back once as they left the area. She could see the buildings were all fully engulfed.

"They kidnapped me earlier today." The girl said. "I was on my way home from the store."

Cameron questioned the girl to see what she wanted to do about what happened. She only was groped. She looked at some blood on her hands and wiped it on her pants. She was a little worried now about what she did to the man. She said she didn't want to go to the police. She would tell her parents she went to a friend's house.

"Are you sure?" Cameron asked.

Cameron would take her and let her off near the police station, or take her to a hospital if she wanted to go. It didn't appear she did.

The girl saw the men Cameron killed. There was no attempt to take them into custody.

"You're not with the police are you?" The girl asked.

Cameron wanted to keep it simple.

"No." Cameron said. "I was in the area and ran into this group. They tried to take me too. My friends helped me get things straightened out. They have the other girls out already."

The girl could see Cameron didn't really want to discuss it. Based upon the way she handled herself, it was evident she was no stranger to danger.

"I guess you represent some secret group." The girl said.

Cameron flashed a faint smile.

"It's something similar." Cameron said. "I help out when I can. I like to stay off the radar. It sounds like it's what you want to do as well. It's up to you what you do going forward. I recommend you don't tell anyone what you saw, or especially what you did. You were the only one there, so you're the only one who knows exactly what happened. I'm the one who started the fire. The man terminated because of my actions, not yours. It's something you shouldn't worry about. You know what would have happened to you if I hadn't showed up when I did. It was doubtful they would have left you alive after they were done with you."

The girl still looked a little nervous. She believed they were going to kill her once the abuse was over. They would have sent her with the other girls if they were going to allow her to live.

Cameron decided not to ask her many questions. The less she knew was better. The less they knew about each other was even better.

The girl looked at the dried blood on her pants from where she wiped her hands.

"This is like some creepy for real nightmare." The girl said.

Cameron checked the area around her as she drove. The lights were currently off on the vehicle.

"I think it's best if you treat it as if it was a dream." Cameron said. "When you're back in your house, and in your bed, it will probably seem like it was just a dream. Leave it at that and move your life forward. Don't dwell in the past. I can tell you from personal experience it's not a good place to dwell."

The girl looked out the front windshield. It was hard for her to see. The car she was in still made good time, even without the headlights on.

"Can you see?" The girl asked.

Cameron glanced over and flashed her a faint smile.

"I see everything." Cameron said.

Cameron coordinated with John to bring the cash she collected from the earlier part of her endeavor there. It was something Bob already put into motion. It appeared no one followed the motor home or box truck. They would all meet up on the outskirts of the airport.

She didn't know Ally already contacted John and Bob and told them what to bring.

Cameron spotted the wrecked car in a ditch off of the road. There was a coyote pulling on one of the dead men inside the car. It was able to get an arm off one of the men. It was spooked as her vehicle neared in the darkness. It ran off for now with its prize in its mouth. It would probably return later on. It depended if there were any young it might need to feed.

There would probably be other predators which would show up at the crash scene before the night was through. One thing was for sure, the group of human predators wouldn't prey on anyone else anymore. She felt they got what they deserved. The real victims were all the females, and whatever they needed to endure during their time of captivity in the hands of the sex traffickers.

Sheila and Ally both stopped near the airport.

They freed the girls.

Sheila went to the back of the box truck and opened it up. The girls were all a little surprised to see her standing there. They heard the gunfire earlier and didn't know what happened.

"Hop out girls." Sheila said. "You're free."

The girls were a little hesitant to get out. They were worried they might be shot and left in the desert. It was probably something some of them saw happen before with some of the less compliant females. They probably discussed it in the back of the truck after they heard the gunfire.

Ally pulled up behind the box truck. She turned off the motor home and went back to the curtain. She opened it up and the girls were all huddled as far back as they could go. We probably became concerned when the guard didn't join them earlier once they started to drive away. More than likely he would probably start to abuse them one at a time in front of the others. She was a stranger to them. It probably wasn't a confidence builder either. She could be anyone. She was dressed to kill on top of it.

"You're free." Ally said.

No one moved. They all look terrified. Some of them held each other as they sobbed.

"Look, the other girls are getting out of the truck." Ally said.

Some of the girls moved forward. Every one they saw was different except the other girls.

"What happened to the men?" One of the females asked.

They watched as Ally threw the two dead men out onto the ground from the front of the motor home.

"They didn't make it." Ally said.

They'd all been abused by both of them many times.

"It's cool." One girl said back over her shoulder. "We are free."

They all got out.

Cameron handed out the cash as she divided it up. The girls could hardly believe it. It was a lot of cash. Ally and Sheila threw the dead men in the back of the truck and closed it up. She tried to give the girls a brief explanation of what occurred. The girl she rescued from the shed confirmed her story about the demise of the rest of the group of men.

Some of the girls didn't want to take the cash.

One tall girl told them to take it. They were owed something for what happened to them. There were the ones who 'earned' the money. The only justice they were going to get was knowing all the men involved with the operation were all dead.

None of the girls wanted to go to the police. Except for the girl who was on her way home from the store, the rest of them were runaways or drug users, now they all were flush with thousands of dollars in cash. Four of them left in the sedan. They said they would leave the boxes of information near the police station, but not stop to go in. Six left in the SUV Bob and John arrived in. The rest left in the motor home. One of the girls said she drove one before. Her uncle used to take them camping once every other month.

Cameron recommended they all return home. She reminded them no matter what the conditions were at home, as long as they weren't being abused by a family member, things were a little safer there than on the street. She told them the only ones who could fix their lives were themselves. She hoped at least some of them would. She knew most of them wouldn't. It saddened her some to know at least a quarter of them would end back up in an operation like this in about a week's time. Those would be the drug users.

John Henry was unable to come up with anything additional on the Grays that Cameron encountered in New Mexico.

Cameron really wondered what she was doing out there in the first place. The original plan was to backtrack her route. It meant they would have to drive back. It would take hours. They would take the box truck back to the ranch where the other SUV was left at and go in it.

John decided if there weren't any positive leads on the route back, there was no need to take it. Without any solid lead, they would just be driving around. If something developed, a team could always be dispatched at a later date. It was time for all of them to go home. He wanted to use the jet and just get away from the area.

He was sure the longer they stayed in the vicinity of the recent activity, the more Cameron would want to run down additional facets of the group. It was bound to lead to a wider confrontation and more terminations. Since everyone was undamaged, he wanted to keep it the same way.

They drove the box truck back to the airport and left in the jet. The burning ranch house could be seen in the distance as the jet flew into the night sky.

Cameron reflected on the needless loss of life, all for greed. It was more than just greed for money. It was also greed for power. Power was money, and money was power. Those who ended up on the wrong side of her, found nothing in their future but death.

John Henry updated Holly. She passed along the good news.

"Cameron's back." Holly said.

The sad look on Claire's face vanished instantly.

"I'm so glad." Claire said. "I was so worried."

Allison remembered all the times at the base she worried when Cameron was out or delayed. They were very nerve racking, especially if there was no word as to what actually was occurring.

"I won't say you get used to it, but it's a regular occurrence." Allison said. "This one was a little more involved. It was a little far from home too."

Claire looked at Hanna and Holly.

"I don't feel safe here anymore." Claire said. "I want to move to the base."

Hanna took Claire's hand to reassure her.

"I'm not going anywhere, Claire." Hanna said.

Allison didn't want it for any of them. She wanted her parents to remain in the Palmdale house. She wanted them to remain together. Maybe her mother would find things a little easier to deal with since she now could hook up with Hanna. It wasn't her place to tell her mother how to run her life, but she did want her to think about a few things. The longer things could last, the better they would be for the Young girls.

"Mom, think of Dad for Allison and Summer." Allison said. "For me…."

Claire was worried about the repercussion of the actions she already took.

"What's your father going to say when he finds out I'm pregnant?" Claire asked. "We haven't had penetrative sex for months."

Claire absent mindedly wiped the back of her right hand across her mouth after she spoke. She took care of business, while she kept her body available for Cameron to use how she saw fit. She didn't want her reproductive tract polluted before it was time to act for Cameron.

Allison thought the truth was the best answer. It would be hard enough to believe anyway.

"We will tell him the truth." Allison said. "We owe it to him. Besides, he has to know something is up anyway with all that's gone on around here. This place is a menagerie of smoking hot females. There are several of us who basically look the same, even if it isn't exactly identical all of the time. Allison looks more like Cameron than she does me. What makes it funny is she is me. Well, I was her anyway."

Allison wondered if it was the only reason her dad stayed around. Maybe he hoped to get 'lucky'. There was a nice choice of hot females to dream about. He didn't realize he was actually related to one of them, and all of them shared a different sexual preference.

Claire wanted to remind Allison of the events already in motion, were just the start. It wasn't a one time thing for her. She planned to deliver her grandchild, as Allison's child, and have one for John and Cameron. She planned to have another child of her own as well after the other two were out of the way. She wanted John to be the father of her baby.

"Allison, when your baby is born, after I deliver it for you, I'm having John's baby for Cameron." Claire said. "I'm going to give it to her as her own child. I plan to have another for myself as well."

Holly and Hanna could see Allison was angry at her mother.

"I don't think so." Allison said.

Allison and Claire faced off with each other.

Holly quickly took Allison away. Hanna took Claire away. Both of the Metal girls tried to defuse the situation.

Claire previously told Allison everything before. She tried to dissuade her mother, clearly it wasn't working. She was sure Cameron was behind the desire to move anyway. She also understood whoever was in John's bed would find Cameron there too at some point. Her mother didn't have the same inhibitions as the girls from the future did about ending up in John's bed. They all thought it would hurt Cameron. Clearly, her mother didn't think it would. She thought she needed to take a little more aggressive action.

"I'll speak to Cameron about this." Allison said. "I don't want it to happen. It will be my brother or sister. So will the next one you have after it. How is all of it going to work out going forward?"

Holly scanned Allison and was worried about the readings. She didn't want Allison to continue to upset herself. She could talk to Cameron instead.

"I can do it for you." Holly said. "I don't want you to be upset or angry. I don't want you to have any problems again. Please, Allison, for US, for OUR baby…."

Allison could see she upset Holly as well as herself.

"Sure, Holly, I'm sorry." Allison said as she touched her cheek.

Holly was 'sure' about one thing. Allison wasn't done with her talk to Cameron…. She would probably offer herself to John if Cameron kept her family together, the four of them who belonged together. Maybe it was Cameron's plan all along. She wasn't sure where it would leave her.

Hanna could see how important it was to Allison. She was an infiltrator. It was time she played her intended role. She decided to ask Allison if she wanted her to be with her father, as well as her mother. She was sure she could hold the three of them together, even if Claire and Paul were focused on her and not each other. She would make sure a 'three way' happened at least once a week. She would look forward to the new 'experience' and run her full programming. Paul wouldn't be going anywhere after that. She would run it by Allison and Claire both tomorrow. First she needed to talk to Cameron…. She didn't want to jump the gun and end up getting herself deactivated without Cameron's approval.

Hanna knew once someone tried Metal, nothing else would settle….

The group returned home from the wild adventure in Texas.

Hanna called Ally and Sheila and informed them about her proposal. She wanted to run it by them first before she ran it by Cameron.

Ally put her phone away.

"Hanna gets all the good assignments." Ally said.

Sheila thought it was a little more involved.

"I don't think you would be the best choice for her 'assignment'." Sheila said.

Ally was a little offended.

"Why not?" Ally asked. "They both want Cameron, I'm available. Nobody is closer than me."

Sheila could picture Ally with Claire and Paul in front of Young Allison and Summer, with Allison there too. What would it all look like to everyone, especially the two girls.

"It's the 'Holly' in you talking, ask your 'Allison' programming." Sheila said.

Ally did and was further irritated.

"Maybe they would want to step things up at the Reese house." Ally said.

Sheila decided Ally needed some sexual comfort.

"Go take a cold shower and I'll be in to see you as soon as I get everything put away." Sheila said.

Ally liked the idea.

"Hurry up or I'll start without you." Ally said.

Sheila laughed. It was nothing new.

"You always do anyway…." Sheila said.

'Rockin' Pneumonia' by 'Johnny Rivers', played as Ally got ready….

Closing monologue by Cameron:

Bad Situation

Does anything that's really good
Ever come out of anything bad
Some people think that it can
One will most likely end up sad

It's not about what one does
It is what drove them to do it
It is their real true self
Their deeds they must admit

There's no good or evil
It's all human nature
The sum of their actions
Is more than nomenclature

Humans by design are flawed
Failure is in their DNA
Any attempt to point it out
Soon leads to a messy affray

Every ugly repetitious altercation
Becomes its own affirmation
It doesn't need much observation
To recognize a bad situation

Nobody