Chapter 15. The Morning After

By Irene

The cleanup troops departed at dawn Monday, September 1. The first order of business was to use the Aztex moon tractors, which had foggers that could penetrate the brush, to fog the edges of the party field. It was unlikely that anyone escaped but just to make sure they used some extreme military tear gas Tango brought when he retired. The stuff was developed after Argentina’s “Dirty War,” it penetrated well then hung in a cloud, the nasty stuff was very effective and was nearing an expiration date so it had to be disposed of anyways. Where better?

Three people in the field survived the night after a fashion. All were heavily drugged, and they bore holes from the mortars, burns, scratches from thorns, spider bites, and were in bad shape to begin with. All had lost blood. In all three cases they had been knocked down early and then were protected when other bodies fell on top of their heads and torsos. They all died from their wounds by noon, so they could not be questioned.

Another group of survivors was discovered, they were scheduled to be the last arrivals at the sexual peak of the party after the Sister’s ordeal was finished. The Aztexs did not expect them to survive.

It started when bus with 20 “used up” prostitutes arrived at the parking lot Sunday morning driven by a broker who dealt with the nearby brothels. He was paid for the one-way trip and did not have to be told that he would not have to pick them up the next morning. The Aztexs locked the whores in the back of 2 heavy trucks, each was given two full bottles of water and a pail. A few hours later they were each given some food in exchange for their clothing. They were told they would get new clothing later, as a reward for good service.

The girls were all pretty sure there would be no “later” for them.

Their captors said they might hear fireworks as they waited in the trucks, this turned out to be more-or-less true. The Aztex plan was to insert mouth appliances (so they could not bite), spray-paint the nude girls red, then bag them from the nose up and cuff them. The naked whores would be herded to the party crowd after the second sacrifice was done, when the folks were really worked up and in a mood to party with somebody they could get crazy with. At a 10-to-1 crazed guy-to-weak whore ratio, they were not expected to survive the drug-crazed mob, but they thought they might party on anyways.

When a different form of fireworks came instead of a second sacrifice the whores missed what they thought would be the last brutal serial fucking of their lives. Most eventually got a good night’s sleep.

Irene had not known about the whores but was pleased to find them the next day, still in their trucks. She made a note that the Sister and Tony’s bravery saved the 20 lives. She gave them a chance to eat, clean up, dress (mostly men’s clothing) but would not let them out of the truck, or allow them to see anything. “If you see, you could say ... understand?” They did, in Mexico it was sometimes better not to know. When they were ready the two trucks were driven out of the lot and up the road, away from the sea, then on various paved highways for about 3 hours. (Essentially moving north and west well away from the sea.) A SUV followed them.

As the trucks traveled North and West they passed an airstrip in a town about 30 miles from the Camp. The field was not that long, it was intended for private jets flying tourists to the coast, only 4 commercial flights - all propeller aircraft - were scheduled per week. However, today a pair of old 727s jets from different operators were waiting on the parking ramp.

The 727 was originally designed to operate from small airfields with limited services, it had its own internal units including a power unit, built-in stairs, and it used thrust reversers to make landings on shorter fields.

(Authors note: I have been in one, using the thrust reversers they are the hardest-braking commercial jetliner I have known. The pilots used to apply the reversers even on longer runways so they could make the closer turn-off ramps and cut the on-the-ground turnaround time.)

The jets had arrived at the airport just after sunrise. They waited until after lunch, then wrote off the charter and returned to their base. Nobody asked for their 60% deposit back.

Finally the trucks stopped. The girls were let out of the trucks for the first time in 24 hours. The SUV that had followed also stopped. They were all dressed and were given blankets.

The Aztexs had driven the two military trucks through Mexico carrying various supplies. Not many Mexican police or criminals would stop a pair of military trucks so they dressed and acted like the military and figured it was safe. (Crooked Mexican cops and criminals are not stupid enough to stop two trucks that might be full of underpaid armed soldiers with flack vests, automatic weapons and minimal pocket money. What is the point?) Like everybody else in the crowd the Aztex truck drivers in uniform had striped to a loincloth and left their uniforms in the trucks as soon as they got to the camp. Going to the party in any military outfit could get one killed real ugly.