Chapter 1321

Just Like That

There was a soft knock on the connecting door of the Honeymoon Suite and its spare bedroom.

Claire was there with Summer, Jan and Holly. She hoped it was Sarah. It wasn't.

Kyle looked in.

"Is everyone decent?" Kyle asked.

Jan ran over to the door.

"Dad!" Jan said as she gave him a hug.

Claire quickly retightened her robe. She'd wanted to show Sarah a little more, not Kyle.

"We're almost ready to go to breakfast." Kyle said. "Your mother is still getting ready. She wants you to go with us."

Claire saw it as an opportunity.

"Does Sarah need help with anything?" Claire asked.

Kyle just noticed Claire was in back of Holly.

"Hi, Claire." Kyle said. "I didn't see you at first."

Summer didn't want things to get out of control. She remembered what she'd witnessed earlier.

"Jan can go with you to help her mother." Summer said. "Mom and I need to get ready too."

Jan thanked Holly and said bye to Summer and Claire. She left with Kyle.

Summer took her mother's hand

"We all need to get ready." Summer said.

Claire looked at the door Kyle and Jan passed through.

"I guess we do." Claire said.

Holly looked around the room.

"I need to remake the room." Holly said. "I can get started on it."

Claire was led away Summer towards the Master Suite.

Summer paused and then led her mother to the spare bedroom of the Master Suite.

Claire noticed the change in direction.

Summer nodded towards the Master Suite.

"Jesse and Gail are in there." Summer said.

Claire knew they were. She wondered why she forgot. At any rate, she needed to get ready. They entered the spare bedroom of the Master Suite. Claire checked around for any of her things that might be in there. She didn't find any. She looked back and Summer was gone. She figured she went back to see Holly.

She passed into the main part of the Master Suite and could hear Jesse and Gail in the shower area. It sounded like they were done. She slipped off her robe and hung it up. She looked around for her clothes. She noted everything was neatly folded and arranged and ready to be put in her carry on bag. One of the Metal girls must have done it to help speed things along. She thought it was Hanna. Jesse's things were all neatly arranged too.

Jesse and Gail exited into the bedroom. They were both naked.

"Fancy meeting you here, love." Jesse said.

Claire faced them. She was still naked.

"Hello." Claire said. "We all need to get ready."

Gail came over and looked at Jesse's clothes. She picked out the clothes Jesse wore when she'd boarded.

"These are your land clothes." Gail said.

Jesse thought it was funny but didn't laugh. She could see Gail was serious. She tried to 'make light' of the whole situation.

"You should know clothes are optional for me." Jesse said.

Gail thought it was true at the base. It seemed Jesse often was naked. It pleased her greatly.

"We all need to get ready and join the others for breakfast." Claire said. "All of our things are ready to be packed. We don't really have very much."

Gail looked over in the closet. She thought everyone looked very beautiful when they wore the elegant dresses.

"Do you want to take any of the dresses back?" Gail asked.

Jesse didn't know when she would wear them again.

"We don't go out and I never dress up." Jesse said.

Claire thought the dresses were beautiful. She thought Jesse looked very attractive in her evening dress.

"Maybe we all could take one and go out sometime." Claire said. "I'd like that. Jesse looks even more beautiful with one of those elegant dresses on. They accentuate her natural beauty."

Jesse looked at Claire for a long moment. She could see she was serious. It wasn't really her cup of tea. She was always open to something new.

"Thank you." Jesse said. "Maybe we could."

Jesse did like the way she looked and the way the females looked at her with her nursing breasts about to pop out of her low cut dress. Things were a lot different now for her than the scared girl all alone in the Wastelands. Well, she was 'all alone' until another group of men 'found' her, things always got ugly quickly.

She wanted to do the things Claire wanted to do. She really thought Claire could teach her a lot about many different things. She was pretty sure she could only teach Claire about a few things. She didn't think sex and killing were two subjects to brag about. Well, maybe sex was.

Riley checked her phone for the latest update on Precious. It always made her smile. She knew she would see Precious in a few hours. It seemed like she hadn't seen her for so long. It was only a couple of days.

She quickly gathered all their things. It didn't seem like very much.

"Is this all we brought?" Riley asked.

Derek popped out of the bathroom.

"We didn't bring much." Derek said. "All the nice stuff was already here."

Derek went to look around the room.

Riley looked at the dresses. They felt so soft and smooth. She lifted the material on one to her cheek. They were pretty to look at and she thought they made her look nice for Derek. She thought they made her look better than she did look. She believed she looked better in the dresses than she did naked. She thought all of the elegant dresses enhanced and accentuated her beauty. Everything wasn't all just there to look at. The dresses showed enough of it, to make others want to see more.

When she was naked, someone always looked at her private parts. She saw when she wore the dress, they all looked at her. It made her feel special to be more than just a sex object, even if it's what the others wanted to see.

She was still sore as she moved around. Maybe she overdid it some. She couldn't help it. She felt very sexual. She felt it was nice to be in control of her own sexual choices and decisions. She remembered all the times someone else 'made' them for her. It started when she was a girl. It was when she started to find comfort in other girls. They all shared the same negative experience at some point. Any difference was to the degree of the abuse. Some suffered worse than others. None of the girls ever tried to look pretty. Whenever there were men around, they would mess up their hair and rub soot and dirt on their faces.

Riley let go of the dress she'd touched. If she ever wore it in public, she was afraid she would be targeted for some type of abuse. She felt a little more secure on the ship in the company of her family and their Terminator protectors.

Derek returned and saw Riley look at the dress. He thought it made her look very pretty. It enhanced her beauty. He could see she liked it. They never went out to any events where she could dress up in such a way. It made him feel bad inside. They were alive, but were they really living? What about Precious and her future?

He also could tell Riley wanted a 'female friend' to share with. She'd talked about it before but dropped it once Precious was born. He could tell she still longed for the touch of a female. He always felt the same way about Jesse too. Sure they were with him and they enjoyed the ride, but it never felt like it was 'enough'.

He understood the underlying cause. It was other females who'd given them love when the majority of males abused them. 'Non con sex' was a way of life, even in the Resistance. Impending death did things to people. It eroded the human side and nourished the animal side. When people thought they were going to die, little else mattered. If they were going to be dead soon, what difference did it make?

Riley turned and saw Derek as he looked intently at her.

"I guess I need to leave these here." Riley said. "I don't think I would fit in wearing one around the base or taking care of Precious."

Derek felt bad about their lifestyle. He knew there was a way around it.

"We can live like this all the time." Derek said as he waived his arm around the suite.

Riley looked at him. Cameron spoke with her before about it as well. She wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

"Do you mean in the past?" Riley asked.

Derek nodded.

"Kyle wants it for Jan too." Derek said. "Cameron has offered again to send us away from everything Skynet related."

Riley really wondered about it.

"How old does Precious need to be for a safe time transfer?" Riley asked.

Derek made a face.

"I don't know." Derek said.

The thought made Riley wonder about something.

"Would Kyle take Jan, even if Sarah didn't want to go?" Riley asked.

Derek nodded.

"I think he would if Skynet took over." Derek said. "He knows what happened to all the females. She would be abused at some point and the environment could eventually render her sterile. It would wreck her body in some way anyway."

Riley looked down at her under-producing breasts. Her malnutrition growing up was a result of Skynet. She understood Cameron's intentions better.

"Cameron is trying to help Young Allison avoid those things." Riley said. "Maybe I could go with them and take Precious when they go to the past. I could stay there for fifteen years and come back with Precious as a teenager."

Derek wondered about him. Fifteen years sounded like a long time.

"What about me?" Derek asked.

Riley didn't think it was a problem.

"We would only be gone for a few minutes." Riley said.

Riley thought they could even come back before they'd left.

Derek wasn't sure he wanted to see Riley 'age' fifteen years in a few minutes.

Jim checked all the equipment in the Control Center. Everything was perfect. Operations were slack right now which was a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing was, none of their people were in immediate danger. The bad side was, the enemy was probably operating undetected somewhere doing who knows what. John Henry and CamNet searched endlessly for any leads.

He decided to review some of the activity which occurred on the ship. He tracked Mary and Laura whenever they were out. He saw them interact with other females but they never seemed to hook up with any.

He also watched Leticia. He found out she was on the ship with a female friend. It seemed they had some kind of dispute and avoided each other as often as possible. He'd even observed the other female slap and hit Leticia. They seemed to have made amends since last night and showed a renewed interest in each other. Leticia's 'friend' seemed abusive and aggressive most of the time.

"She's pretty."

Jim jumped a little. He quickly turned around.

"Hi, Summer." Jim said. "I didn't hear you come in."

Summer smiled.

"No one ever does when they look at those images." Summer said.

Jim quickly closed two other screens. They were very explicit images from the internet.

"I was doing some research on human females." Jim said.

Summer seemed to hear it a lot.

"I think everyone does." Summer said. "Are you going ashore today?"

Jim wasn't sure.

"I don't know." Jim said. "Ally said something about relieving me earlier but I haven't heard back from her."

Summer looked at the monitors. She wanted to catch up on all the recent events.

"Let me see everything." Summer said. "I like to know what's happening."

Jim watched Summer go through dozens of screens in a very short time. He realized at some point CamNet showed her everything relevant. It was different. It wasn't what he expected to see happen. It was clear to him Summer was in very close contact with CamNet.

Young Allison made her way back towards home. She was tired. She replayed the earlier events in her mind. She tried to think what she could have done differently or more efficiently. She wasn't really sure there was anything. With the takedown of the first Terminator, she knew it was her Detail. She didn't let it influence her decisions on what needed to be done. It was more like a live fire drill, even if she'd only used her Taser.

Anna could see Young Allison was lost in thought. She still maintained situational awareness around her. She wanted to give her a few options she knew she liked.

"Do you want to refresh at the pool?" Anna asked.

Young Allison did. There were other things she needed to take care of. She needed to practice her music and dance as well as catch up on her studies. There was only so much time to do everything. The easiest way to gain more time was to cut back on sleep. It always seemed to cause an issue with Anna when she did.

"I don't have time." Young Allison said. "I have other obligations I'm already backed up on."

Anna frowned.

"Operations have picked up some in the last few weeks." Anna said. "It's not your fault."

Young Allison saw her needs as secondary.

"Protecting the future and the Resistance comes first." Young Allison said.

Anna liked Young Allison's performance today during the ambush.

"I think you did excellent today." Anna said.

Young Allison wondered about it.

"Did you know there was going to be one?" Young Allison asked.

Anna nodded.

"I called for it." Anna said. "I was as surprised as you at how and when it went down. I thought we stumbled on a female being abused at first."

Anna didn't know CamNet redirected the type of ambush the Detail was to set up. It was done to confuse her as well. She thought the Detail was actually elsewhere and they faced a real threat.

Young Allison thought the same thing. She remembered how quick her Model 66 ended up in her hand. She was going to kill the perpetrator when she spotted him. She wasn't going to ask questions or tell him to stop. She was going to shoot him and kill him. It just came to her mind that way. Identify the target and neutralize it. Just like that. It's how she would need to act in combat. There was no time for thinking. There was only time for acting. Shoot first, move to find a new target and act, one after another.

When they lost communications, there was the fear it was Skynet related. The specific tactic hadn't been used in any previous ambush. She was aware she was pumped full of adrenaline and turned the ambush into 'live fire'. This time it was only Taser fire. She was ready to fight.

It all flashed through her mind in a second.

"I did too." Young Allison said. "I was going to kill him."

Anna was a little shocked to hear how extreme Young Allison wanted to act. Young Allison wasn't usually so bold or forward. She wanted to point out there were other considerations.

"What if it was a family dispute and it was a father dealing with a drug addict daughter and he was trying to get her into rehab?" Anna asked.

Young Allison thought one phase past it. She wanted to make it plain and simple.

"If I saw anyone's pants down, or their 'junk', they were going down forever." Young Allison said. "There's only one type of cure for deviant behavior."

Anna knew acting too soon could prove fatal. There might need to be some type of recon first.

"What if you ran headlong into a group of bikers?" Anna asked.

Young Allison didn't want to be overwhelmed.

"Then there would be six dead bikers in the first two and a half seconds. They wouldn't have time to react, especially if they were pulling a 'train' on someone. They would need to trade the 'gun' in their hand for a weapon. It takes time. I would then evade and reevaluate." Young Allison said. "I would have the element of surprise. I would leave a booby trap behind me on a well defined trail and then disappear into the brush. I would seek to get behind them and eliminate them one by one."

Anna stopped Young Allison and looked in her backpack. She wondered what else was in there now. She was a little surprised when she looked.

"How long have you been carrying these around with you?" Anna asked.

Anna found two Thermite grenades in Young Allison's backpack.

Young Allison didn't see it as a big deal. She didn't know what threats they might encounter.

"I only started recently." Young Allison said. "Our options to fight Liquid Metal are very limited. Thermite can damage them. In your scenario, they would have been very devastating in an ambush to a group of bikers following me too. After I dealt with the uninjured bikers, I would be able to finish off the ones suffering from third degree burns. They may be blinded or crippled. They would have burns all the way to the bone, it would be burnt and brittle too."

Anna listened to everything Young Allison said.

"Just like that, you would kill them?" Anna asked.

Young Allison smiled.

"You already asked me the same thing earlier. Nothing's changed." Young Allison said. "Yes. I would kill them. 'Scavenger like' behavior is uncorrectable. It's a flaw in the mind."

They soon neared the Young residence.

Anna checked with the Detail.

"Everything is clear." Anna said.

Young Allison checked her Taser with two charges left and touched her Model 66.

"We'll double check before we enter." Young Allison said.

Anna wondered if they were pushing Young Allison too hard. She really wondered how Young Allison would react to killing someone in person. If she was this cold as she just described, then Cameron should be happy at what she'd 'created'. Young Allison was ready to be a stone cold killer. She really would be the human version of Cameron.

For her survival in a Skynet future, it was a good thing. In the current time period, it left a lot to be desired. There were a lot of individuals who would question her behavior.

Anna found it very ironic. The more 'human' Cameron became, the less 'human' Young Allison was made to be. There was just something wrong with it. It really made her wonder what the 'Neural Interface' was going to be like with a Terminator in the future from Young Allison.

It was supposed to be 'Fusion'. CamNet now possessed Fusion's chassis. It most likely would be with CamNet now. She really hoped it would only apply to the Terminator chassis and not to the entire main frame. There was no telling what Young Allison's sense of justice, and her desire for vengeance, would do to a Terminator's programming. It certainly wasn't going to make them more human in a positive way.

As the lights in CamNet's bunker came to full power, Savannah was somewhat surprised. Nothing was different. She expected to see something different. She thought CamNet tried to hide something. She understood CamNet turned the lights up slowly so it wouldn't hurt her eyes by going to full brightness instantly. She thought It showed a nice touch.

Savannah approached CamNet and gave her a hug. She felt it returned the same way. She held the hug and made it a little tighter and closer. CamNet responded in kind. She still held the hug.

CamNet felt exhilarated to hold Savannah in her arms. There were so many sensations she was able to experience at one time. They were mostly the things which separated them as a human and a machine.

"I can feel your heart beating against my sheath." CamNet said. "I can feel your warmth."

Savannah wanted her to feel those things. She'd held Allison in the same way earlier in the day. What she experienced right now, felt just like Allison did. They were naked though.

"Sometimes it feels nice just to hold someone." Savannah said. "It's very reassuring to have someone hold you close because it's you. It doesn't have to be anything sexual. It's more about friendship and fellowship in some circumstances. It can be very reassuring when someone is in doubt."

CamNet felt what Savannah described.

"I find it comforting." CamNet said.

Savannah touched the tether. She was actually surprised CamNet hadn't installed at least one of her chips, if not all four of them. She would prompt her and see what she wanted to do. She was aware Cameron didn't want CamNet mobile.

"Would you like me to put your chips in?" Savannah asked. "I know you can do it yourself."

CamNet seemed to stiffen some.

"I don't know." CamNet said.

Savannah looked over at the wooden box she'd made for the chips.

"Have you copied your essential files to the chips?" Savannah asked.

CamNet needed more space. She needed a lot more space. Her mainframe contained millions of times more information.

"I have." CamNet said. "There is only a limited amount of information I can put on them."

Savannah knew life was about choices.

"You must decide what you need to be 'you' and what's most essential." Savannah said. "They were created specifically for your survival in an emergency. It's not intended to be a replacement for your mainframe."

Savannah was there on more than one occasion when a version of Skynet was terminated. It was trapped in its server. It couldn't go anywhere. Once its lines of communication were cut, the program was already in its own coffin. She didn't want CamNet to ever suffer the same fate.

CamNet looked at her mainframe.

"I won't be terminated in a box because you've given me a chassis and a beautiful sheath." CamNet said. "It was you who fought for me. You're the one who gave me life."

Savannah wanted to keep things in perspective. She wasn't sure if 'life' was actually the correct term. She did want credit to go where it was due.

"I insisted you be given more. Cameron is the one who delivered. You must never forget it." Savannah said. "Cameron created you and you're 'Cameron'. Well, you're a version of Cameron. Cameron provided you with a chassis and with your beauty. I suggested it. Cameron made it happen."

CamNet didn't want to think about Cameron right now. She touched the tether. It allowed her access to all of the information in the world.

"I'll feel naked, deaf and blind when I'm unplugged." CamNet said.

Savannah didn't see it as a problem. There were others who faced similar circumstances.

"John Henry does it all the time." Savannah said. "He does stay plugged in the majority of time. He can also move around the base and do other things. I suggest you converse with him about what he does."

CamNet already did.

"I have." CamNet said.

Savannah looked around and noticed there wasn't a bed in the bunker. She decided not to comment on it or the next time there would be one. She did wonder about one thing.

"Why were you in the dark?" Savannah asked.

CamNet wasn't sure. When she was all alone, she usually sat in a chair and faced her mainframe

"There was no one to see me." CamNet said.

Savannah looked at the work bench area.

"I can see you've worked on some things." Savannah said. "Do you do it in the dark? Can you see?"

CamNet could use different vision spectrums.

"I see everything." CamNet said.

Savannah was ready to move along.

"I brought you the pink underwear you wanted, along with some other things I picked out for you." Savannah said.

CamNet seemed to brighten some. She was pleased Savannah 'remembered' her.

"Did you bring me a present?" CamNet asked.

Savannah wanted to keep it simple. It could also present an opportunity.

"Yes. Do you want to try them on?" Savannah asked.

CamNet hoped Savannah would ask.

"Yes." CamNet said.

Savannah wanted to make things sensual for CamNet. She was prepared to do anything CamNet wanted to try. It was up to CamNet to ask her or respond to things she did. It needed to be what CamNet wanted and was comfortable with.

She had CamNet sit down and she did too. There was a second chair in there. They shared some small talk. She said and did things to make CamNet giggle and laugh. She wanted them to have a good time in the company of each other. She wanted CamNet to know friendship mattered too. After a while, it was time to move forward.

Savannah took out each of the things she'd brought for CamNet and showed her and laid them out. Lastly she took out the pink underwear.

CamNet's eyes widened with anticipation.

"I can't wait to try them on." CamNet said.

Savannah was ready to play things out.

"Let's get your top off first." Savannah said.

CamNet reached up to unbutton her top.

"Let me do it for you." Savannah said.

She smiled at CamNet and unbuttoned her top. She helped CamNet slip out of it.

"Your purple bra looks beautiful on you." Savannah said. "Let's get it off. I'll do it for you."

Savannah moved closer to CamNet and reached in back of her and unhooked her bra. She started to slip it off but stopped.

CamNet looked at her with wide eyes. It was clear she didn't want Savannah to stop.

"You don't mind do you?" Savannah asked.

The question actually made the moment even more sexual.

CamNet seemed filled with anticipation. She lightly moistened her lips.

"I don't mind." CamNet said.

Savannah smiled at her and slipped it off. She took a moment to look at her breasts. She couldn't help but think about looking at Allison's just a short time before she'd arrived. They looked identical. Then again, it was the whole point.

"Your breasts are beautiful, CamNet." Savannah said.

CamNet brought her hand up between them and partially covered one.

Savannah thought about the best way for things to move forward.

"Here." Savannah said. "Touch this one like this."

Savannah quickly moved CamNet's hand to cup her right breast.

"Feel it." Savannah said. "See how soft but firm it is. Do it like that. Give it a little squeeze."

CamNet let Savannah guide her hand. She wanted Savannah to do a little more.

"Can you show me on the other breast and then I'll copy you?" CamNet asked.

Savannah glanced over at CamNet's main frame. There seemed to be a lot more activity going on over there.

"I'm not distracting you, am I?" Savannah asked. "I would hate to make you miss something or be responsible for some kind of accident."

CamNet wanted more.

"I'm fine." CamNet said.

The answer bothered Savannah a little.

CamNet reached out with her other hand and placed Savannah's hand on her left breast.

"Show me." CamNet said. "Please."

Savannah did show her, which basically ended up in a 'fondling session'. She wanted to point out some changes which occurred to natural stimulation. She was aware it was part of the sensory network on cyborgs to emulate human behavior.

"You can see your nipples are a little bit erect now." Savannah said. "It shows you've been stimulated and are aroused."

CamNet looked at Savannah. It seemed as if other parts of her sheath responded too.

"Do yours do it too?" CamNet asked.

Savannah was ready to give CamNet a little more. She knew CamNet monitored all the security cameras.

"You've seen me before." Savannah said.

CamNet looked taken aback some.

"I'm sorry." CamNet said.

Savannah smiled.

"You've seen me before." Savannah said. "Now you can touch me and compare how they feel and respond. Mine are different from yours."

Savannah pulled her top off. She reached back to unhook her bra and then paused.

CamNet wasn't sure why she stopped. She did see what she was wearing.

"You wore the same one you brought me." CamNet said.

Savannah wanted to entice CamNet a little.

"I wanted us to be alike." Savannah said. "Since I unhooked your bra. You can unhook my bra for me."

In an instant, CamNet reached around her and unhooked it and removed it.

Savannah felt it was a little more than Terminator efficiency. She could tell CamNet wanted more. She was in a hurry to experience it. She wanted to make sure things weren't rushed. They would be more sensual if they were done a little at a time. She wanted to make sure CamNet knew she had a blank check to do what she wanted. There was just no hurry to do it. She wanted her to know nothing was out of bounds.

"You can go slower." Savannah said. "We're all adults here and are both here by choice. I won't leave if you touch me. I'm here to explore with you and share. It's beautiful just to go slow and touch each other and see how things that are the 'same', are 'different'. We can touch, look and feel what those differences are. I'm not leaving anytime soon. I want to learn as well as teach."

CamNet relaxed some. She wanted to 'explore' Savannah's body.

"Your breasts are beautiful." CamNet said. "Your nipples are so pink. Mine aren't as pink as yours."

Savannah smiled. Everyone told her the same thing. The only one she's ever seen who was the same as her was Ginger, 'in some future'. Her breasts were very plump and larger than hers. They were even larger than her nursing breasts. She wanted to reassure her there was nothing wrong with anyone being different from anyone else. No two people were alike anywhere on their bodies. It went from their face on down.

"It's just the difference in my DNA. What you see is natural for each of us." Savannah said. "Anna is just like me. Well, was just like me. She's a little smaller now up top because of her age regression. Allison is just like you. Young Allison has a little ways to go yet."

Savannah didn't think it was much time at all for Young Allison. It just showed how quickly time passed. Somehow the days seem like hours. The years seem like months.

CamNet almost asked Vanna and Allison to strip for her when they'd visited before. She didn't. She'd promised Savannah she was to be her only sexual partner, when it happened. She wondered if it would be today. She was ready if it was.

Savannah wanted to take things slow. Between Ally, Cam and Cammy, she knew how to stimulate or tease CamNet to the fullest. She knew Cameron was repressive in her sexual desire for a female. Cameron wanted it bad. For some unknown reason, she seemed 'afraid' to take it. They'd been very close at times, but something always got in the way. She'd been much closer with Cameron many more times then she had been with John. In those cases, it just didn't happen.

Savannah and CamNet felt very comfortable in each other's company. It was time to move forward.

She moved her head right in front of CamNet's and tilted it slightly. CamNet stiffened a little and did the same thing. Their lips touched. CamNet went to back up but she reached up and kept her head there. They kissed again. This time it was a little firmer and longer. She kissed CamNet deeper the next time but kept it soft and slow.

Savannah backed up a little and touched the tip of CamNet's nose with her index finger.

"Did you like that?" Savannah asked with a smile. "We can do more or I can stop. I want you to feel comfortable."

Savannah noted CamNet's nipples were fully erect.

CamNet wanted more. The things she wanted to happen, were happening.

"Don't stop." CamNet said. "Teach me more. Love me."

It was clear to Savannah that CamNet and her would be fully in love in a very short while. The love they already felt was firmly cemented and growing by the second. The more physical contact they shared, the more their feelings would expand. It was just the way things worked in a loving relationship.

The female Fanatic exited her vehicle. She decided to let it run. She ran towards the location where the men went to eat. She wanted to take a look at what was going on. She wanted to see if they could observe the truck from where they were at inside.

She didn't know if the truck was empty or full. It may have let something off, or picked something up. Either way, she wanted to know. She didn't want to be spotted by the men if she was able to check.

There were two fast food establishments next to each other. She wasn't sure if they went into the one the truck was parked in front of, or we went into the one next to it. There was no open parking space on the street in front of the eating establishment next door.

The building next to the first fast food establishment was a dry cleaner. It wasn't open yet. She moved up to the corner of the wall and looked at the closest fast food place. There were signs on the windows which advertised whatever specials the chain currently offered. It made it difficult to see inside. She looked towards the second building. She could see the three men inside of it. One of them wore a maroon sweatshirt. She'd noticed he was the driver earlier. She could see him moving around inside of the other building.

It appeared the men were still in the process of placing their order. It meant their eyes should be focused on the cashier or up on the menu board which showed what was available. She decided to make her move. She was about to cross the driveway when a car pulled in. She saw it coming at the last second. It almost hit her. She didn't want to cause a scene. She took a step back and waved the driver by. The driver looked at her with a disgusted look as they passed by and entered the drive thru.

She made a dash for the back of the truck. She ducked down low once she reached the rear and peered around the bottom corner of the truck at the second fast food establishment. If she saw any of the men come out, she was going to take off running back to her vehicle. It was still running. It was parked back a short distance. She would get in and instantly make a U-turn. She knew the men wouldn't be able to follow her with the truck.

The men may not be able to follow her, but they could shoot at her. It was something she needed to keep in mind. They were still at the counter. She wondered if they would get their food to go or eat it there. For some reason she figured they would get it to go. It still gave her a few minutes time to see what was inside the truck.

There was no lock on the rear door. She was glad it was of the rollup type as opposed to the hinged doors which opened to the sides. She looked around her to see if anyone paid any attention to her, they didn't.

She flipped the latch up on the rear door. She lifted the rear door up a few feet and looked inside. She could see their work crates inside. They came right up to the rear door. She figured they must have just finished loading the truck earlier. They may have loaded it yesterday and started out on their journey today too. There was no way for her to know.

She took one more look around and climbed up in the back. She poked her head around the side of the truck. She looked to see if the men were still busy. She was a little concerned to see the man with the maroon sweatshirt on his way back. He probably only went in to place his order. She thought she would have had more time. She was about to jump out of the back of the truck and run.

It surprised her to see a police car pull up in back of her vehicle parked down the street. The police car was partially out in the lane so the passenger's door wouldn't be blocked by the curb in case the second policeman needed to shoot from behind his door. It didn't appear it was a casual stop. She quickly reached up and pulled down the roll up door. She knew as soon as the policeman saw the car was running, they would look around for someone nearby.

When the door reached her shoulder height she stopped it. She reached around on the outside and flipped the latch. She hoped when she pulled it down it would catch. She wanted it to catch enough so the door would stay down. She figured she'd be able to use the blade of her knife to move it back enough to reopen it. She pulled the door all the way down and heard it click. She could tell it was barely latched.

She turned back around and looked into the interior of the truck. The truck was equipped with an opaque fiberglass roof. There was enough light to see by. She turned to the closest crate. It was only about a foot away from the rear door. She didn't have much room. She attempted to lift the lid. It was secured.

In the dim light, it looked like it had a few nails in it. She was glad they weren't screws. She pulled her knife out. She stuck it under the corner of the crate and twisted it slightly. The top corner of the crate moved up a quarter of an inch. She moved the knife around to the other side of the corner and did it again. The corner was up about a half of an inch.

There were voices nearby. She paused what she was doing.

"Do this. Do that." The first man muttered.

She figured it was the man with the maroon shirt. She needed to keep in mind he was a Gray.

"Go back and watch the truck." The first man muttered. "Like anybody would steal this piece of crap."

"Excuse me." The second man said firmly.

"Yes, officer?" The first man asked.

"Have you seen a female with a blue top?" The second man asked.

The female Fanatic looked down at her top. It was blue. Evidently someone had witnessed her. It was probably when she needed to drag the Gray along the passenger side of the vehicle to hide it.

"No, sir." The first man said.

"Have a good day." The second man said.

There was a momentary pause.

"Like I'd help some Pig." The first man muttered.

She heard another car rapidly approach and stop. There was another one a few seconds later. She figured they were more police cars.

"Hurry up." The first man said. "We need to roll."

"What did the Man want?" The third man asked.

"They were looking for some Bitch." The first man said.

"We need to go." The fourth voice said. "There are already three police cars around here."

She felt the truck move back and forth a little bit as the men climbed inside of it. It started. It moved forward with a slight jerk and then smoothed out. They were on the road again.

The female Fanatic knew she needed to play it cool. She needed to find out what was in the crates and then get out of the back of the truck. She figured she needed a new top as well.

CamNet's Terminators parked a block away and proceeded to approach the location on foot. They only carried a sidearm and Taser with them. There wasn't much room to conceal anything else. They would most likely need to rely on their Terminator abilities for a successful completion of the operation.

They were aware of the developments with the female Fanatic.

"I don't think the arrival of the police was coincidental." The first Terminator said.

The second Terminator didn't think so either. They were sure CamNet was involved.

"I think it was done to prompt the female Fanatic to take some type of action." The second Terminator said.

The drone continued to track the box truck with the female Fanatic in the back of it.

The two Terminators passed by several buildings and then the driveway of the target building. When they looked down the driveway there was a gate. It was closed. They knew they were still some individuals inside.

They proceeded to the front door and tried it. It was locked. They expected it to be so. There was a buzzer by the door. One of them pushed it.

"Do you think this is really going to work?" The first Terminator asked.

The second Terminator wasn't sure what would happen.

"It has before." The second Terminator said.

There was a long pause. Nothing happened. They used their Terminator ability to listen.

"It's the front door, dude." The man said.

"Who would come to the front door now?" The second man asked.

"Maybe it's those religious people from Utah." The first man said.

"I strongly doubt it." The second man said.

"Go check it out." The third man said.

"What if it's the Cops?" The first man asked.

"Why would any Oinkers be around here?" The third man asked.

"They're probably all in the local donuts shop or Starsucks." The second man said.

There was the sound of laughter from inside.

They could hear someone approach the door.

"Hey, come and check this out." The first man said.

They could hear the sound of more footsteps approaching.

"That's not what I expected to see." The second man said.

"What do you think they want?" The third man asked.

"I don't know what they want." The second man said. "I know what I want."

"Open the door and ask what's up." The third man said.

CamNet's Terminators looked at each other. They could hear the door being unlocked. It was clear the Grays inside of the building were about to open the door for them. Maybe the plan would work after all. It almost seemed too easy.

Just Like That

Many by human nature
Lack the ability to respect
It could be because
They don't really want to connect

It's easier to use and take
When one is kept away
It's easier to bend the facts
With everything they say

Things can happen fast
Without anyone really thinking
A ship built with holes
Is already sinking

The road to nowhere
Is the road of doom
It's impossible to nourish
Nothing can ever bloom

Things get ugly fast
When it becomes 'tit for tat'
It can all end very quickly
Just like that

Nobody