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Username88 was feeling furious at GoatOnFire, and was going to track him down.

He had found a note from Goat On Fire which read "I'm sorry username88. I have defected to the enemy. I was given a job offer that was too good to refuse. It's back in my home state of Texas, George W. Bush is my employer. Go on without me."

How could GoatOnFire take a job from the evil NT king George W. Bush when he was supposed to be helping the aspies?

After much tracking Username88 found the complex that GoatOnFire worked in, security was tight.

It took a great deal of patience but he infiltrated the complex and with some luck found his way into an air duct from where he could listen in and spy on the goings on.

There was GoatOnFire. It was time to see what this job was.

GoatOnFire was wearing a white doctor-like suit and he brought a handcuffed woman into a bleak looking room with several people in it. She was in an orange jumpsuit, she was nine months pregnant, and she was hysterical.

"Noooooooooooo! My baby! You can't do this, I'm about to have a baby!"

GoatOnFire forced her to sit on a chair and tied her on to it. At this point it dawned on username88 that the chair was an electric chair, the woman started to have birthing pangs on the chair and began to have her baby.

GoatOnFire spoke "hey guys, she's about to have a baby, get the OB-GYN." GoatOnFire then put a black hood on as one of the other people in the room brought in a police dog.

GoatOnFire had an evil grin and said, "let's make this interesting. Send in the OB-GYN to see if it can deliver the baby in time" while he turned the electrical current on the chair on.

The person holding the police dog let it go, and the dog ran towards the woman writhing in pain and it began to pull the baby out of her.

The dog pulled the baby out and GoatOnFire cut the umbilical cord and took the baby. "Hey guys, it's still alive, a few bite marks on it but it has survived through some birth complications." GoatOnFire petted the dog "we couldn't have done it without the services of this heroic OB-GYN. Congratulations guys, we just made history. For the first time in history we aborted the mother."

Then the whole crowd in the room started laughing hysterically and GoatOnFire dropped the baby while laughing. "Oops, looks like I killed it." Then the whole crowd in the room started laughing again.

Username88 was not sure what to make of this, and sure enough, before he could come to a decision he was discovered in the air duct and brought into an interrogation room. GoatOnFire entered the interogation room escorted by two guards.

The guards said "head executioner, we found an intruder in the air ducts, shall we torture him."

GoatOnFire responded "no. I want this one to myself. Leave please."

When the guards left username88 couldn't help himself. "what the hell was that!?" he asked.

GoatOnFire responded "it would have been better had you not tracked me down. I took a job as the head executioner from George W. Bush. He is working on legislation that will make almost anything he doesn't like punishable by execution, it will keep him president after '08. It's a perfect opportunity. America is so full of NT's, but I have found a way to get most of them killed. when America is almost empty of NTs I will finish the government off myself with a surprise attack. Then the aspies may have a safe haven in parts of America, with access to vast stocks of weaponry. But until then the other aspies have to act like I'm an enemy, or Bush's men will get suspicious. Go back to them. Here's a key, it's for your cuffs. I will order the guards to take you to a torture room. The first turn they make will be a left turn, there is a window right after the turn on the right side. Jump out that window and you will land into a lake, use that key to take off the cuffs and swim away."

Username88 took GoatOnFire's advice to escape. Now he had to decide whether he should tell the other aspies about what he had learned...

After Username88 reached land he tried to find transport to reach the others. Luckily, a bunch of Aspies who had been sent by Anubis came to his rescue.

"Where were you?" the aspies asked.

"I'll explain later" said Username88 but he still wasn't sure whether to tell them about GoatOnFire...

Back at the apartment, a shot rang out and Trigger11 fell down dead, his head rolling away a few inches.


A few of the women screamed. ShadesOfMe was sobbing. "My Anubis," she sobbed. "My precious Anubis."


"Anubis is okay," KristaMeth said, embracing her and patting her on the head. "Try not to think of him whenever someone gets killed. You're going to kill yourself that way."


The women were marched outside and herded into a school bus, with six guards at the back on the seats and in front of the emergency door, and six guards at the front, one sitting on the front steps, one driving and the other four in the frontmost seats.


The men were herded into much smaller vehicles, much more cramped, and taken away.


KristaMeth sat on the seat across the aisle from Smelena, still holding ShadesOfMe close and stroking her hair as she sobbed into Krista's jacket.


Smelena took her bottle of antidepressants out of her pocket and took her third whole-day's dose that day. She was running low. She hoped that she'd be able to get more wherever they were taking her. She had seen her husband shot in the chest and feared the worst.

Smelena also feared for her sons, both with Aspergers.
As she cried into Krista's jacket, she heard a few taps on the window.

It was...

Smelena's husband.


He had somehow escaped, and was running after the bus!


The women on the bus all saw, but none of them said anything. IdahoRose pretended to be reading her little Bible that she carried around in the pocket of her overalls, Netish pretended to be pulling shards of glass out of her scalp and hair, Renaeden pretended to be daydreaming, RainSong pretended to be licking her bloody knuckles and Sopho pretended to be looking at pictures of her friends in her wallet, but they were all paying attention.


The guards were too busy chatting amongst themselves and swigging beer out of Coke cans.

Krista signaled to Smelena's husband and saw he was carrying with him...

a dead child!


Smelena screamed. "Aw, shut up!" one of the drunken guards growled from the back, as another one got up to relieve himself out of the window. Smelena's husband managed to jump up and grab onto the open window where Smelena was and haul himself up.


"Hey, look!" one of the guards said, pointing at the man hanging half in and half out of the bus, and they all started laughing, beer squirting out through their noses and dribbling down their combat suits.

Put me in the story!

Berserker stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of another apartment in username88's former building, rubbing tanning lotion into her face. She had everything she needed to escape from them-- his multiple ID cards (TheRedMage was the one she would need today), fake mustache, fake eyelashes, wig, glasses, color contact lenses, boots with stilts in them, suit that she would never be caught dead in a ditch wearing, prosthetic nose-- so she felt fairly safe.


She had managed to slip into the kicked-open door of another apartment, and hidden between the mattress and box spring on a bed with sheets that went down to the floor. They hadn't even entered the apartment. Now, they were all gone.


Berserker felt like a traitor for abandoning them, for putting her interests before theirs. But she had done it, and now she would have to walk out into that hall and step over all the dead bodies. He wasn't looking forward to it. But she couldn't stay there forever.


Berserker finished applying her disguise, then went to the fridge for something to eat. The cops and military had taken most of the good stuff, but she found a small block of cheddar cheese and a 1-litre carton of milk, and a box half-full of graham crackers in the cupboard, and sat down to eat before going out to confront the dead bodies.

WOOT, I'M AWESOME. Dead bodies, woot. XD

The dead child fell down between Smelena's husband and the bus, and slid to the pavement. The bus left it behind. Smelena screamed. She felt compelled to look, however. And she saw that it wasn't her child at all, but someone else's.


Knowing this, she was able to put her full attention and effort into pulling her husband the rest of the way into the bus, and he fell on top of her, down into the aisle.


"I thought you were dead!" Smelena sobbed. "Where are the kids?"

{Movie Pitch: "Children of Men" crossed with "30 Days of Night"}

"They...they are..." Smelena's husband coughed in reply.
Everyone turned to look at Smelena and her husband, holding each other very hard.

Smelena's husband whispered in his wife's ear, "They are.."

"... in Dick Cheney's bunker. Being raised by Dick Cheney's relatives."


"What did he say?"


"Something with Dick Cheney in it."


"Oh my God, it would have been better if they had been killed!"

Smelena and her husband were still for a moment, then quietly keeled over to the floor, still holding each other.

Berserker opened the door and saw the dead bodies. "It's just like a Resident Evil game..."

(Knowing me I would say something like that!)

Berserker couldn't help it. She needed to know who was dead.


She looked down. Trigger11's head stared up at her. She stepped over the head and tried to tep around all the blood, not wanting to have evidence on her shoes that she had been in the building. One of the corpses was a girl of about 15, half nude. Berserker's head jerked away as she felt vomit rising in her throat. She swallowed and stepped over the body of an old man whose name she remembered was Beentheredonethat. He was such a sweet man, and not that old. He was so wise and calm, but kept himself in good shape, and had such a fascinating, interesting life. He had survived so much, and now he was gone.


Berserker felt a lump and some more vomit rising in her throat as she knelt to shut his eyes, her head turned away lest she vomit on him without meaning to.