Chapter 1617

Take Action As Necessary

Bob and Derek cleared one side of the building. Jim and Kyle cleared the other side. So far they freed one detainee. The others were located inside of the building.

An image was sent out from one of the drones overhead. It appeared as if they were about to receive some additional company. There was a battered van on its way into the driveway. It looked like it would go around to the rear of the building. They didn't know what they were in store for.

The two teams would take action as necessary.

The drones overhead would make sure no one entered the building from the front or any other way. They didn't want the drone to attack the van until they knew what was in it. It was possible there could be additional detainees. The two teams moved towards the rear of the building.

Bob and Jim previously collected the phones from a couple of the men who were terminated. Several of them were unclothed at the time of their termination. It was evident what they were up to, or were recently involved in. The men's actions determined their fate.

One of the phones Bob carried started to ring. It was most likely related to the van about to reach the rear of the building. They probably expected the door to be open or some other type of greeting upon their arrival. They weren't dealing with anyone sophisticated.

CamNet sent out a static jamming field. The group they were dealing with were basically homeless street thugs. They may have set up shop in an abandoned building, but it didn't change what they were. The fact their phones would be filled with static shouldn't cause a problem with them. They wouldn't suspect the involvement of any advanced AI.

They weren't sure if the van would park in the rear and the occupants would enter on foot, or if the rear door was supposed to open and the van was supposed to drive inside. There were several other vehicles inside of the building. All of them were unregistered.

The van pulled around and stopped in front of the roll up door. After about thirty seconds, the horn honked several times. It appeared to be a type of signal.

Derek was sure what was supposed to happen.

"I think they called earlier to have someone open up the door." Derek said.

Kyle agreed. There were probably captives in the van.

"I think they have someone in the van." Kyle said. "We should oblige them. We don't want them to become overly agitated or suspect anything."

Jim moved over to the roll up door. There was no lock on it.

"I'll open it." Jim said. "I'll remain off to the side. They shouldn't see me."

Bob looked at the choices available once the van entered the building.

"It can either pull it behind the sedan or move around to the far side of it." Bob said. "My guess is they'll move to the far side of it. They won't block the other car if they do."

Derek and Kyle wanted to be part of the action.

"We'll hang back near the sedan." Derek said. "If they pull it back of it, we'll be able to engage them. If they pull off next to the side of it, Bob will be able to cover the passenger's side and Jim will be able to move up on the driver's side and the rear."

The horn on the van honked again.

Jim quickly opened the roll up door. He wanted to keep everyone contained in the van.

The van entered. It moved up alongside the sedan as they thought it would.

Jim already had the roll up door down before the van stopped. He was behind the rear of the van before the engine was even off.

Derek moved to the front of the sedan. He would back up Bob.

Kyle moved to the rear of it. He would back up Jim.

The driver's door opened.

"What took so long?" The first man asked. "Why is it so dark in here?"

He sounded somewhat agitated.

The side door of the van slid open.

"I thought they were on vacation or something." The second man said. "I guess they don't want to turn. It's a lot of work to round these bimbos up. It's why we always get to go first. I'm going to go again."

They could clearly hear the sound of sobbing and crying from inside of the van once the doors were open. It was enough for any of them to hear.

The team sprang into action.

Anna piloted the boat out of the cove.

She looked back towards the Master Suite.

Cameron didn't want her to be concerned about it. It concerned her too. It didn't matter.

"It's the 'Natural Order'." Cameron said. "Turn your audio input off."

Anna looked back towards the cabins.

Cameron touched her arm.

"Wake up and don't wreck the boat." Cameron said silently.

Anna looked ahead and saw she was headed for the shore. She made a quick adjustment and headed for the center of the lake.

Savannah and Young Allison looked each other over. They knew where things were headed. It was what everyone wanted. It was long overdue.

They both looked at the skimpy and enticing underwear they each wore. In that moment, they both understood why Cameron and Anna dressed them the way they did earlier. An aurora of elegance radiated from both of them.

It was clear Cameron and Anna wanted it to be a special moment for both of them.

It was.

They finished undressing each other. They looked each other over in their natural beauty. They moved forward and embraced. Their bodies felt warm as they pressed against each other. The embrace expanded into a kiss.

There was no need for them to hurry. What was about to happen was about love. Whatever occurred was just one way to express some of the emotional love in a physical manner. Both of their hearts were pounding.

Young Allison and Savannah slowly headed for the bed….

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Temporal Mission:

Past Timeline:

November 26 1963

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Cameron and Young Allison headed back between the hangars to get to the Galaxie so they could drive down to where the Mustang went. They wanted to keep the car close in case there was a problem and they needed to leave. They didn't anticipate one developing.

Young Allison handed Cameron the keys.

"You can drive." Young Allison said.

Cameron smiled and took them.

The girls climbed in the car and buckled up.

Cameron fired up the Galaxie. She pulled back out onto the access road and drove past two more hangars. She would have to come back later on and see what was inside of each of the hangars. There were various aircraft parked between the hangars and on the tarmac in front of them.

She pulled up and stopped between the next two hangars. The Mustang was towards the far end of them.

Young Allison wondered if Cameron was going to drive up closer, or if they would walk up between the hangars. There were a few 'No Trespassing' signs posted. Most of the hangars didn't have any fencing between them. It seemed like a better idea if they would move up on foot. Their approach would be much quieter. She figured if anyone accosted them, they could always claim they were lost. She wasn't quite sure where she would tell them they were headed, if they asked where they intended to go.

She figured they could always tell them they were looking for a pet. It would probably be better to say it was a dog. A cat on the run would be hard to track down and its limited intelligence prevented it from responding to commands. Cameron told her a story where Sarah told an individual they were looking for a Dachshund puppy when they were accosted at gunpoint. It was her opinion a Dachshund was only cute when it was a puppy.

Cameron turned off the engine.

"Let's take it on foot from here." Cameron said. "We're less likely to get yelled at if we upset anyone."

The girls got out of the car.

Young Allison would prefer no one upset Cameron. She didn't want any unnecessary terminations. She was with Cameron before when someone gave them a hard time or looked a little too long at her. The least likely punishment was a fist in the gut. Often it was a body slam to the ground. Sometimes it resulted in a termination based on the severity of the infraction. When Cameron felt she needed to act, she acted.

When she was younger, she wasn't aware it was the girls from the future who told Cameron to respond in such a manner to 'protect' her. She saw them respond in the same way themselves as she got older. One could take a girl out of the Wastelands, but they could never take the Wastelands out of the girl. They were ready to kill before any 'bad things' could happen. She later learned what those 'bad things' were. She wanted a few safeguards put into place. She knew pilots could be a rough crowd. There wouldn't be as many restraints on what people might say or even do in the early Sixties.

"I don't want any negative interaction." Young Allison quickly said. "Remember, we're supposed to keep a low profile."

Cameron tilted her head slightly. She didn't think she did anything inappropriate.

"We have so far." Cameron said. "I only prevented any injuries to the patrons in the bank. The situation in Dallas was beyond our control. I would say our profile was kept very low, based on the news reports."

Young Allison was sure it was more because there was a 'patsy' to take the rap. All the 'loose ends' were tied up relatively quickly. There was no need for anyone to look for anything else, when all the answers were already there. It seemed to be the 'official' story ever since then.

As they moved closer they could see there was another Warbird parked next to the P-51. It was on the north side of it closer to the tarmac.

"I see a P-40." Young Allison said. "I'm going to call it a Warhawk instead of some of the other names. I believe it's an 'N' model. I can see the canopy glass behind the pilot is longer without the fuselage being dished out."

Cameron knew there was plenty of room to put a jump seat behind the pilot's seat in both of the aircraft. Her P-51 was actually converted to dual control and sometimes referred to as a TF-51. Either way, it was still a Mustang.

"Your identification is correct." Cameron said.

They could see the pilot talking to another man.

The girls walked down the center of the gap rather than move along against the side of one of the hangars. They wanted to be seen. They were about two thirds of the way down the length of the hangars when they were noticed.

The wind picked up some as they neared the opening between the two hangars. There was nothing on the other side but the tarmac, the runway, and open desert.

Cameron casually reached down and held her skirt in place before it could blow all the way up. She didn't want to give away too much 'bargaining power' at the beginning.

The man who was there turned in their direction.

"Can I help you girls with something?" The man asked.

Cameron flashed her million dollar smile.

"I just wanted to commend the pilot." Cameron said. "He 'cut the grass' very nicely. I calculated the speed at just slightly over three hundred and fifty."

The man scoffed a little bit.

"I think he pulled a few miles an hour more than that." The man said.

Cameron looked away from the pilot and at the other man for a moment.

"I was referring to knots, rather than miles per hour." Cameron said. "The plane was going exactly four hundred and three miles an hour as it crossed between the two hangars to the east. It's where we saw it go by at."

The man was about to say something. The pilot reached out and touched him.

"You're exactly correct on both counts." The pilot said. "Do you fly?"

Cameron returned her attention to the pilot. He was rewarded with another smile. She let her skirt blow up a little more but not too much.

"Yes I do." Cameron said. "I've flown a Mustang before but never a Warhawk. The P-40N was one of the best models. Only the XP-40Q was faster. It's a shame it never went into production."

The pilot nodded.

"There were only three of them built." The pilot said. "One of them made it into the air racing circuit for a brief period of time."

Cameron was able to reference the data.

"It was XP-40Q-2A." Cameron said. "It experienced several engine fires, one of which led to its demise."

Young Allison didn't want Cameron to get too explicit. She bumped into Cameron slightly

Cameron decided to cut it short. There was probably no need to point out which air race it was since it was a decade and a half ago.

The pilot and the man looked at each other. It was clear the female with the short skirt and long white boots knew more than a little about aircraft. Her sister looked just like her, even if she wasn't dressed the same way.

The pilot and Cameron shared some small talk. It soon expanded into some technical talk.

Young Allison and the man looked at each other briefly. Whatever was being discussed was beyond what they knew specifically.

She was a 'seat of the pants' pilot, as were Savannah, and Young Jesse. They knew a lot of technical stuff, but it wasn't how they flew. They flew by their ability and the capability of the aircraft. They knew when not to exceed the aerodynamic capabilities of the aircraft.

The pilot stuck out his hand for Cameron to shake. She took it politely.

"I'm the owner of both of these aircraft." The pilot said. "My friends call me 'Speedy'. I really don't know why. My real name is Steve. I'm actually only a part owner. There are several of us in our small group. This is Eddie. We call him 'Stonewall' or 'Stoney' for short. He can be really stubborn at times."

The other man shrugged his shoulders.

"They fly them and I fix them." The other man said. "I'm pleased to meet you."

Cameron let her skirt blow up a little higher.

"I'm Cindy." Cameron said. "She's Emily. She's a pilot too."

Young Allison and Cameron talked to the pilot and crew chief for a while.

Take Action As Necessary

Some can move through life
Yet remain stagnant and stationary
It is doubtful if anyone
Will view them as a visionary

Not much ever is new or changes
They follow the same commentary
There was little change or variety
Because they were too cautionary

No one wants to be seen as fluff
Or as little more than an accessory
There are few doors to open
When the choice is to remain solitary

When tomorrow offers nothing
It's the fastest way to the cemetery
Will anyone know or care
When all that is left is an unknown obituary

Freedom is more than just a saying
Isolation isn't a sanctuary
It's every person for themselves
So take action as necessary

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