**Jenine**
What did I imagine would happen?
I shrank from every cooking lesson they tried to domesticate me with, but they taught me one must use the ingredients they gave her.
l laughed at the comparison and rested on the stolen rags of those kitchen boogeymen, still white on this side. I breathed in the air, barely sufficient for two people, retreating inside a dirt hole.
Disguise – the first ingredient from our mole. Yes, that is a mole, not us underground people. Her gifts led me to the warehouse data, and my manly comrade used his last tranquilizer to get to the explosive. Then the three of us modified his uniform for me, and the mole brought the aerial variant of the mixer.
All it took was to shake it.
Stray hair got stuck in the mesh above my head. I had to be careful even to free it. The rabble sounded so close. They shouted, increasing their tenacity with anger.
“Someone had to die, Lawrence,” I speculated in front of the guy in the t-shirt and boxers. “They respect power, so let them see it.”
“They want to see your eyes and my nuts jammed into your twat,” Lawrence groaned lyrically. “I gave you the firecracker, thinking we wanted to take Green down. You used it, two days have passed, and you and I are going to end up as the Thanksgiving dinner.”
I asked myself that question. What did I imagine would happen?
A skinny woman in latex shuffled down the tunnel. “Only some of them go,” Georgianna said. “But those who do will dig it up here like miners.”
*”You probably don’t want to be friends yet, but I read body language, unlike the guy who commands you to chain us. You wish to see him bleed, and that will turn you differently than the guys who used to date you. I’m your authentic self. It should be in your interest for me to be free. Not to mention hitting the mark.”*
*Lawrence brought the dominatrix in a way that did not allow her to contradict me openly. He tied her with the rope from her depositary and hung it from a branch in the forest. Before I could talk him out of it, he pulled down her pants, and not only admired the sight of the long, slender legs but showed her a short but sharp stake too. I, therefore, tried to sound pleading.*
*”Tell me your plan, and I’ll make it diabolical.” Georgianna was smacking her lips happily, and I didn’t know at that moment that she was going to use me as a pawn in her independent plan. I felt insurmountable gratitude and saw myself as the brightest genius around.*
*”We need to hide. Around the Tower, because no one will search there in the beginning. Hide well because later they will think of that. Then I want to contact my friend. I have a few questions and a request.”*
*”We’re constantly adjusting the terrain. I´m going to send you something to dig your way under our little village. I once had an Amazon show there. So, you’ll be an underground Amazon.”*
*Lawrence started to release her hands, but she was still looking at me. “Before you talk to your friend, you might want to know who’s coming over.”*
It was stuffy in the corridor, but I was afraid that people poisoned the fresh air, breathable among the trees.
“It killed someone, didn’t it?” I turned to Georgianna. “It worked out just as you planned.”
“One of the four.” Georgianna grimaced. “Even if they shot me now, it would be worth it as I saw them raging on, and one of them found a definitive end here. They don’t have to live with it in contempt like you or me.”
She guided the drone to the fateful impact. Hard to tell if she’s going to trip me up now. My heart was pumped by a little idealist, trusting her ally and a coldly sensible senator who couldn’t think that Georgianna would spoil the move against Green.
In the end, we helped ourselves with stuck sticks and climbed out of the pit to the outskirts of Yellowstone.
Shouts and instructions connected the Heirs less than a kilometer from us.
“I heard they remembered what their party was called,” Georgianna spoke again, cleaning her latex of dirt and leaves. “But they don’t hunt deer or bears.”
“They’re fascists. Overmen hunt humans,” I stated.
Georgianna threw down a robot shaped like a cross between a hare and a tortoise to bury our shelter.
“We’d need such thing that would be as big as an elephant and had a bite like a crocodile,” Lawrence fancied fruitlessly. “Couldn’t he make us a tunnel to the ass of Siberia?”
“He’s still too big to be noticed,” Georgianna argued, her whisper bringing us back to reality.
“We have to be out of the weapons range,” I said. I guessed that anyone´s dad hadn’t sent the package with Mother of Satan to his son.
“To the contrary,” Georgianna replied. “I want one of them to catch up. You will run away, and while they rush here, I will hide you in the cellars of the employees’ barracks. They have already searched there and will not think about doing it again.”
Lawrence made faces caricaturing asylum inhabitants. “I don’t even have my blowtorch. I’d love to shred the mug of a loaded snob, but he probably already bought an Iraqi Ball-Shredder 3000.”
“I’ll bring one person,” Georgianna countered. “Jenine will be bait. You will surprise him and knock him down. You hide in my car. I’ll drive you. You’ll break me a few ribs, and I’ll report my bullshit.”
Since the day men tried to collar me, I resisted. Mildred got to Sweden. Kirschner and Chalmers were not less fortunate. They would know if Cooper succeeded – I paid attention to memories of him when marauding. He had his good side. And he was resourceful.
I let them catch me. Maybe a lifetime from now I’ll feel sorry for that dead guy. Now I regret every hour I spent here in idleness. Perhaps it can be considered an activity when I scrape my back against the trees, Lawrence crawls, and we wait for Georgianna to bring the hunter – the wolf.
Our benefactor spoke loudly from time to time to let us know she was coming. “We are almost there, she barely stumbles. You can do it yourself…” I was preparing to look powerless but also to run headlong into the thorny bushes, where I could even fight.
Along with Georgianna came a short-legged girl in camouflage with broad glasses on her nose and a net thrower in her hand. A signal pistol dangled at her waist.
“Turn to me!” She screamed to the tree whose branch I was holding from the other side. I didn’t say a word. I hate gender traitors and was looking forward to seeing Lawrence make the creature look neither boy nor girl.
I directed it towards her with long steps. I expected her to shoot the net, but she reached for the signal pistol first. A big-boned shadow materialized. He jumped on her according to the plan and pulled her to the ground by that very arm. Georgianna stuck to the script with stifled sobs.
“Stun her!” I ordered him. We can keep playing this for about as long as raindrop falls.
Lawrence cried out and grabbed his neck. He roughly slapped the girl across the arm, and a tiny blade flew out from under her fingers. She had the kind of knife you could push to the manicure. The girl shuffled over to the tuft of grass where it landed. Georgianna took it from her.
Trying isn’t enough.
*”Why did you ask me for an audience, Mrs. Thompson? I could have sworn that the last week, you and your friends encircled the Dirkson Office Building. I’m glad you are over the sentimental phase. They demolished Russell, Hart bit its dust. They’re going to use that material for my husband´s new jewelry.”*
*A stunning half-Cubanese provocatively threw the cell phone menu of the TV stations in front of my face. She didn’t even take her legs out of the tank full of little fish nibbling on her skin. Justine Gilbert, Princeps second wife, might not see other people as anything more significant than this flock.*
*”I’ve called Mrs. Samantha about sixty times,” I stated sternly. “So, I had to ask you. You were both successful women. I want to know how you sleep when under the regime of your husband, it would no longer be possible. College girls find that they studied for nothing except maybe homeschooling their children. Your Juan recently told young men nationwide that female ambition is a mental illness and they should spank some sense into us.”*
*Justine fake yawned. “I made Juan’s life easier, and he made it easier for me. Smart women will understand how my example will lead to a better destiny for them.”*
*I was shaking inside the way Americans used to do in private now.*
*”What better fate can have one whom they denied a choice?”*
*Justine shrugged. “You are a stupid person who does not want to understand to convince herself that she is smart. The human race has two packs. Guys who hunt and us with kids. The more of us will be good girls and good moms, the more of us will hunt too.”*
*I pleaded with them to spare her life, and my warning convin*ced Lawrence and Georgianna. Our strongman didn´t even beat her unconscious. Making a gag out of her handkerchief and the right amount of natural material, he followed Georgianna to her car with the huntress over his shoulder. Being a man, he pressed her thigh to the max. She beat him rhythmically on the back, but her bare hands couldn’t stop the hot mess.
Although she probably didn’t look at it that way, we could have envied her.
The passenger car of the dominatrix was a green and brown flat thing. I sat in it next to the driver, and Lawrence held the captive in the back by the neck. Georgianna struggled through the dirt and headed for a further stretch of road. I hated having her tell me what to do, but I longed for a team of advisors.
I looked back.
“I didn’t want to kidnap you,” I told the captive. “I’m not one to limit people. You probably know me. Will you introduce yourself?”
I gave her a small notepad of paper and a pen from the compartment.
She wrote me two sentences.
*My name is Deborah Sledge. The killer must know the victim’s name.*
People are a burden when they accuse you of worse intentions than you have.
But how does this case differ from my attack?
I can go on and on about how much I hate her, but she’s one person, not a mob of people, into I throw a fateful machine. We statesmen are used to murder associated with considerable geographical distance and anonymity. I made it even more complicated by letting Deborah write her name for me.
I took off her glasses. I couldn’t find the fear in the eyes above the gag, which would benefit us now.
“It’s just a matter of if you turn Mrs. McLeaf in. You can return to the Heirs if you tell her how she can discredit you if necessary. The details of the process…”
Deborah leaned over, and even as Lawrence pressed her, she snatched the writing accessories from me. She was scribbling furiously on them, and not even hell would stop her. I surprisingly found her message readable.
*I only came here because I would be of use here and here only! Dad laughed at me, and when I told him who I wanted to marry, he sent me to be a maid to his partner, and there they treated me like a hooker who does it for free! This is where I met the best guys of my life! I mean, some of them are. I wanted to show what I can do, and you want to make me just a blackmailed wretch!*
She made me happy. She revealed something about her family, and by that, the hysterical girl gave me a prime manipulation tool. I thought about my answer, but Georgianna hissed: “Duck!”
I started to squirm. It was getting dark, but the nightmarish outline of a horse and a man on it was still visible. He rode past us, accompanied by another stallion. A female figure cupped between them, chained by her outstretched arms to the two animals.
Deborah looked out the window. A twisted Lawrence slid her down, but I don’t think she was trying to call on them. Heiress put one hand forward and indicated the movement of the pen on the paper with it. We both acted awkwardly, but she sent me another message.
*Her name is Raven, and she is with Heir, who forces himself upon her. They were drowning her on the first day as they did to you. Our mistresses are pampering us at camp. I guess boys want to do rough stuff to her when they take her to the woods for that. Do something!*
I showed the pad to Georgianna. “I want you to drive over to them. If they forget themselves, you can show up and make them stop.”
Deborah chimed in from under the gag. Maybe she wanted to help her. Maybe. She was not to be trusted blindly.
“Typical irresponsible woman!” shouted Lawrence. “They might shag her, but they will fuck us up by the wired barb.”
I turned to Deborah instead. “Why did you write this to me?”
Her hand was shaking. “Raven is a single lesbian. Like me, ever since my dad broke off my engagement. I’ve been avoiding her, but I’ve always felt for her.”
“So when we get there, we buy your silence?”
She nodded eagerly.
The missing piece of the puzzle spoils an otherwise fine picture, and I smelled that Deborah, or the two outside, are hiding it up their ass. Either way, it didn’t stop me from wanting to join a game no one invited me to play.
The horses dived into the deeper forest. It was impossible to follow them from the car on the road. Georgianna was already unfastening her seatbelt.
“You want me to stay in your car?!”
“You must have tried to swallow the wasp queen as a child!” Lawrence laughed bitterly. “When Mayson and Greene kept you immobilized, it was in the interest of your safety. And me before I met you? I was to defile half of the Honolulu!”
Georgianna went out and opened the trunk. She returned to the seat with another drone. “We will watch them with this. They won’t notice it. Their group is using it. And speaking of that, out, all of you. We can be more inconspicuous as a group.”
Lawrence made a few rude remarks about how people should notice him undressed and too old for a member of this hunting party, but he was venting the worst of him on Deborah, his shield. I again clung to Georgianna, and together we adjusted the course of the drone. Deborah was not resisting Lawrence, she just turned in our direction, and we watched and listened to what the boys were doing. The drone stuck to them in mid-flight. Thanks to it, we clamped down on their depravities. Raven was wearing black underwear, clearly trying to turn down her hissing as one of the boys shaved her head with a dagger, occasionally cutting it to sprout a red line on her forehead. The woman was still tied up.
“She who screams will get over it faster,” said one Heir, his voice cold, lacking the sadism. He stated it as if he were describing a new kind of dance.
“Surely she will be close,” the other man said distantly but then looked at his fellow. “This cuckoo has been a traitor ever since she came out of her bitch of a mother. You thought she would help us with the trap? She only screams when I put it in. Maybe you could mark her as you did once your cousin.”
“They sewed her finger back on,” the first guy stated disappointedly. “We can divide the holes, but the point is to make her roar for a long time. If that fails to summon the prey we will try the technology.”
“This is not her punishment!” I realized. “They want to catch me!”
“I’m going there!” Georgianna bit her lip. She understood, without a doubt, that she won´t talk them out of it effortlessly.
*“I heard you voted as one, Cooper.”*
*The Lawmaker was stomping on the forest floor, bending down for a pinecone. When he heard my voice, he kicked it instead. He answered quickly but didn’t turn to me.*
*”Sometimes, certain deputies get word that they can abstain during the vote. I didn’t hear anything like that this time. It was – Milestone.”*
*I’ll make him say it to my face, I’ll make him!*
*”You’re probably using the cones in your basket for Gilbert’s effigy. I never repeated someone’s words. I was a member of the Senate first, party second.”*
*He took the kicked cone to end up in his collection. “I make them into models of military machines and hold parades at home,” he said calmly. “The only way I connect with something aggressive in private.”*
*It made me laugh. “In public life, you associate with something aggressive all the time. Raising a hand for oppression is also oppression.”*
*He slowly turned to me, squinting somewhere to the side. “I envy you, and I mean it honestly. They removed you from office, but you remained a politician. I have an office while not expressing any personal views.”*
*”You are better off than women thanks to your re-education law.”*
*He put the basket down and grabbed my shoulders. He looked straight into my eyes.*
*”I can’t live with them anymore. I’m emigrating, and I advise you…”*
*”I am on my way out, Cooper! I already feel the shame of not following the sisters to the slave pit.”*
I clung to Deborah, who was willingly getting used to Lawrence’s tight grip. I flew a little further with the drone. A more complex scene allowed me to see a trembling Raven, chained to the trees and slightly restless horses, making difficulties for its riders. The broadcast first transmitted Georgianna’s voice before she appeared in the picture.
“Be careful with the goods, good men,” she began nonchalantly. “Mr. Cruz wants us to scour, not to lurk.”
“We hope this flounder might attract Thompson,” the young man nervously told Georgianna what she already knew.
The dominatrix patted his shoulder. “Your plan is bold, but rather based on chance. Rest assured I’ll check if she’s back at camp in half an hour. I’d like to see how she’s doing.”
“She’s having fits,” the second Heir declared, his voice not disguising his revulsion at Georgianna’s existence. “Give our idea a chance, please.” At the word “please” he threw his dagger into the air.
“They’re looking for someone else!” Raven shouted suddenly, her voice brimming with determination.
“What did you say?” Curious Georgianna did not comment on how the guy with a dagger struggled with the helpless girl.
“They’re after my girlfriend, Awwww! They want to prove we’re in love and force her to marry. AAAAHHHH, take it out!”
“Just kill her!” challenged the man standing next to Georgianna, who was already running out of patience.
Deborah started to fight back again. So, I wasn’t wrong, she wasn´t telling us everything, and those two idiots just made the mistake of compromising themselves in front of Georgianna, just like we did in front of the Heiress.
“You stay out of here!” As always, Lawrence’s objections did not interest me. I ran to where the drone passively guided me. When I heard them with my ears, I whistled on my fingers and called out: “Guys, don’t you want to drown too?”
I didn’t know if Georgianna said anything, but the two of them uttered a few curse words in a tone of encouragement, not anger. It occurred to me to run anywhere but in the direction from which I came. Those two had such a drive that they thwarted me. They jumped toward me, and the one with the knife even overwhelmed me, pressing my body against the mixture of grass, leaves, and stinging stones.
“You’re knee-deep in shit. Maybe you should sniff less!”
The bastard slashed my nose with his dagger, and of course, I jerked my head, unable to lift itself off the ground. He also held the weapon firmly and ran the blade across my face. I couldn’t notice the pain. I wanted to go up. Up, I say! The weight of his body on my chest barely allowed me to get air, and his partner was trying to hold my arms. I spat upward, so at least the first one backed off a little. I hit him in the chest with my forehead, but I don’t know which of us hurt more.
I slipped from under them. However, I wouldn´t be able to run away from them. Lawrence jumped out from behind the tree, and it looked like he armed himself with Deborah’s things. He aimed his crossbow at the slightly surprised boys and shot one of them in the thigh with an arrow before wrapping the other in a net. They managed to kick around anyway, so he jabbed them with tranquilizers and waited for the medicine to take effect.
“The cover story remains,” Georgianna stated breathlessly.
I nodded. Even though it seemed like bad luck, it will be more believable thanks to Deborah.
“I’ll take you back to camp,” Deborah said to Ravan, wrapping her arm around her neck. “You fool, how did you let us be spotted?”
“You could ask Thompson why she didn’t get us out of the Tower and cross the Red Sea,” Raven rasped.
The burning scars around my mouth were not enough to stop me from speaking. “You should turn to someone else for that.” I diverted the conversation again. “Hamilton is our best chance to outflank the guys.”
“Oh yeah, the lover of Cruz,” Raven pointed out. “He screams like a boar in the leghold, while she is a silent sufferer. The camp pities and admires her at the same time.”
“She makes the hunting party happy?!”
Raven spluttered around us and stroked her tortured writs. “Not the whole party, but Cruz is like a regiment of rapists.”
I quickly pulled Deborah´s cell phone out of her pocket.
“Then we’ll send her a neat message.”
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