Safehaven
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Episode. 30.0: Molotov Cocktail, Episode 30.1: kARMa’S a BITCH
Science Fiction Sex Story: Episode. 30.0: Molotov Cocktail, Episode 30.1: kARMa’S a BITCH - Alien Android tech to the extreme! The military's plan to use them as stealth assassins meant holding good scientists hostage until perfected. After that those good folks were expendable. Think again assholes! With the help of one good soldier those geniuses made their escape. While their human bodies were left behind, 25 made it out in the bodies of their pet projects. God rest the souls of those less fortunate. As if they thought they could escape forever. Safe for now! Haven can wait!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Science Fiction Aliens Robot Body Swap Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
RussiANDROID: Katarina Molotov aka Kathy Kinner aka HELLKAT
Tennessee! The Big Smokey Truckstop! Hours after the android extraction led a mass Exodus of freedom against the black site OASIIS.
In the trailer of truck driver Melvin Daltry the remaining androids, rather the leftover escaped scientists, awaited Colonel Simon Campos to lead them further away to safety. Offered a chance to leave on their own, many did. All seeking hopes to start new lives, if you could call it life, only their brain patterns of thought, identity, and dreams still existed.
Twenty-five individual survivors would need to discover where their new place in the world was without the risk of being found out and possibly captured by the military. Good luck to everyone who just left the tractor trailer. For some, they chose a bit more distance before that leap of faith into the unknown. Things would be delicate from here on out. No family, no friends! Those would be the first place OASIIS soldiers would come looking for their lost equipment.
Colonel Campos gave them a hefty telepathic speech before they left OASIIS about right and wrong moves. Most everyone involved agreed and swore to move about freely, learning how best to blend in and adapt. Yes, they could create new lives, new homes, new adventures, as long as no one ever found out the truth in order to warn the government. Luckily, each android had the ability to alter perception and advise anyone who might realize they were not human any longer to forget what they saw.
Well, all but Nikki Pope, young Jared Temple’s assigned counsellor and foster parent, her android was the least advanced. She was the closest to being human out of any of them. The most she could really do was change hair and eye color, gentle pigment alterations to her artificial epidermis. She did not even have telepathy like the others. It would take Jared to commune with her both ways to speak on the down low.
At any rate as the rig left the truck stop one last decision was made. Scientist Kathy Kinner stood up with ease in the swaying trailer and looked to her former colleagues. “I’ve decided to go ahead and leave like some of the others.”
Telepathy shared she extended the range so that the Colonel up front in the cab heard her. “Bless you, Colonel! I owe you, my existence. I am going to try phasing through the hull of the trailer. My computer tells me that traffic is out of range to see my escape. I will remain invisible until I am free of eye contact and monitor movement around me. I realize this is last minute, but I cannot just sit here any longer. While I know I cannot hyperventilate in this body I still sense claustrophobia.”
“You are free to make your own judgment calls, Miss Kinner.” Simon told her as her friends said goodbye. If androids could cry without being told to, they would. “Mirrors are clear. Go while you can.”
“God speed to you all.”
Kathy in her ginger locks went invisible. While her fellow androids could still see her those not of their kind could not. Namely, the driver Melvin Daltry should he look into his rearview mirror on impulse. “Deploying our phasing trait like we did in getting out of OASIIS lockdown.” Extending her hand through the aluminum trailer wall she smiled. “Convenient! Goodbye all!” Stepping back she ran at the wall and dove through it. One minor issue however, her t-shirt given to her at the truck stop decided to stay behind. It could not phase being real fabric.
Landing in the gravel and grass alongside the highway without stumbling, all she created was a skid of dust that quickly dissipated. Timber on both sides Kathy hurried to disappear. “Computer? Are there any eyes on me, us, at the moment?” With the semi out of range all went quiet outside of birds chirping.
“None, Kathy Kinner. The next car is three minutes away. You are still invisible.”
“Right! Yeah, let’s stay invisible for a while to play it safe. Until I get used to this new body of mine, I’ll need you to remind me of functions. At least those I had no part in conceiving. You may call me Kat.”
“Yes, Katerina!”
“What? How did you come by that name?”
“It is your given name.”
“Does anyone else know this?”
“Nyet!”
“Crap! You know I’m Russian, don’t you? I was so careful not to let the others read my mind.”
“You are safe, Katarina Molotov.”
“I feel like I got lucky. Since knowing telepathy was a part of everyone, I followed my training skills and thought as only Kathy Kinner, my U.S. assumed identity.”
“We are one now, Miss Molotov. I will not betray my host.”
“Your host? I would think you to be my host.”
“Our existence is forever bonded. Your embedded memories are easy to discern. You were trained well.”
“Since an infant. It is nice to be myself again. My directive has now changed.”
“Yes! You were sent by Moscow to infiltrate OASIIS and learn of its reason to exist. Throughout your two-year stint as a scientist within, you were unable to relay information to your superiors. Would you like to do so now?”
“I ... should! A while longer perhaps. Once I report in they will demand much of me in acquiring this android. I prefer not to be a lab rat when I am the doctor. Schooling here in the states at my IQ and my careful cover story has gotten me deeper into the brain trust of the U.S. military. Adopted at age 10 to a family in New Hampshire my IQ quickly got me noticed. Inside was the easy part until we were informed of our demise once the android project was completed. I could not die without succeeding in my mission.”
“You can never die, Katarina. We are invincible.” Car passing by Kat sighed! “Where do you wish to go from here?”
“You tell me. Seeing as you know my identity.”
“Your long-term handler Sergei has been put to rest.”
“What? Sergei is dead?”
“No! By rest, I meant into an induced sleep.”
“How? Why? Where?”
“The truck stop. Jared Temple and Nikola Pope commandeered his transportation and left him to slumber for eight hours to give them time to escape.”
“Small world! Temple chose Sergei of all people. Wait! How did Sergei end up at the truck stop without knowing I was on my way.”
“That would appear coincidental. He remained near OASIIS all throughout your stay there as ordered it seems.”
“He loved me. Stupid, but touching! I suppose we head back to that truck stop and revive him.”
“I am afraid we must wait on that eight-hour command or risk brain damage. Jared Temple is a careful and resourceful young human.”
“Does Jared know Sergei is a spy?”
“He does not.”
“Not so resourceful after all then. So, our cover is still a kept secret.”
“Yes!”
“How far back is the truck stop in miles?”
“8.2 miles!”
“Is the military on our heels?”
“Conversation only! They know of the nerve gas Pinch Hitter and no power at the base. They cannot go inside. At this current juncture they know very little. Which also means our escape.”
“Good! That gives me time to retrieve Sergei and go from there. Let’s nab the next car going by and get to that truck stop.”
“The next car is one mile away. It has three male inhabitants and one female. Interesting!”
“Meaning what?”
“The woman is in the trunk.”
“What?”
“Reading thoughts as they get closer.”
“Stay invisible but let’s meet them down the road.” Upon command Katarina assumed control over her limbs and left the forest. Going down the embankment she faced the oncoming car and stepped directly into its path, dead center of the road. “When it gets near us, stall the engine and have it pull off to the side of the road.”
“A faulty sensor should do the job.”
“Agreed!”
“Katarina? The three men in the car are the escaped convicts the road block was set up to capture. The car belongs to Zima McBride, she lives in the town of Timbuck, Tennessee. Her life signs are good.”
“At least she’s not hurt. We can rescue her and have the prisoners turn themselves in. That should keep the local police off of any oddness like our own escape.”
“Travis Montana! Delroy Dolan! Marcus Ruby! Those are the names of the prisoners.”
“They matter very little.”
“Zima worries for her mate Caleb. He was with her until the prisoners overtook them at a rest stop. It appears Delroy Dolan stabbed Caleb and left him for dead.”
“Unfortunate!”
“Marcus Ruby convinced them to keep Zima alive as their fun for the evening.”
“Ah! Here they come. Let’s really mess with them. Computer, remain invisible until the engine dies then mold my body to look like this Zima McBride. Might as well have some fun with these bastards to kill the time.”
“As you wish! This will create psychiatric trauma.”
“We can alter form to save Zima. This is to shock them. We can let Zima call the police and help this Caleb.”
“If he remains alive.”
“In that case establish an anonymous 911 call to that rest stop. Report his body. That might give him a fighting chance.”
Within the car driver Travis Montana squinted as the Corolla began to sputter and slow down. “Not now! Goddammit!”
“What’s wrong?” Marcus in the front passenger seat looked over while using Zima’s cellphone to monitor the news.
“How the fuck should I know. Full tank of gas! Sounds like electrical to me.” Coasting off to the side of the road they sat there staring fearfully for traffic. Still wearing bright orange prison uniforms they were going to be easy to spot.
“Look up ahead.” Delroy in the backseat pointed out the windshield. “How did our midnight snack get out of the trunk.” Before them stood Zima, pointing at them as if the Angel of Death.
“Why is she naked?” Montana swallowed! “Now I know why we abducted her.” Hot ass bitch for certain! Zima was mixed Caucasian and Latina with a near perfect body. “She’s walking this way.”
“Looks pissed to me.”
“No way can that be her, she’s tied up in the trunk.”
“Katarina? A truck is coming from the opposite direction. Sole inhabitant!”
“Stop him but telepathically suggest he stay inside his cab, doors locked, windows up.”
“Done! 911 was informed. Police scanners are sending a car to check on Caleb Walsh.”
“Good!”
Ignoring the truck slowing down, the escaped convicts sank low in their seats to avoid being seen. The truck driver had no clue what was going on but seeing a naked beauty even at his age he had to look. Tempted to utilize his cell to record her prowling about in the buff his phone instantly lost all battery charge thanks to Kat’s computer. Same for Marcus holding Zima’s cell. The truck driver sat there then went expressionless on the side of the road. Luther Manley lost all sense of time and destination. It was better this way.
At the hood of Zima’s car Katarina stared at them with a demonic gaze. Delroy in the back opted to abandon the car and head for the forest. Kat let him go for now. Moving to the drivers side door she opened the automatic lock by overtaking the interior controls. Travis Montana tried locking it again but each time it unlocked. Then the windows went crazy. One at a time they began to lower without being touched. Marcus now freaked out, tossed the cell onto the floorboard and tried to escape. Door not allowing him out he tried vacating through the window when it decided to rise up. Pinned in he began yelling at the top of his lungs.
“Further traffic is coming Katarina. Four cars! Two from the East, two from the West.”
“We have freaked them out enough. Go invisible again and lets pop the trunk.” While Kat faded away and headed to the rear of the Corolla, Travis climbed free of his window and stumbled about at a loss. Running to the pickup truck he found Luther staring straight ahead and zombie-like. Door locked Travis decided to just run for it in the same direction as Delroy. “Monitor them!”
“My specialty!”
Trunk unlocked using the car’s automatic trunk lock Kat in her invisibility looked in on a terrified Zima taped up with duct tape. Her man Caleb kept a roll in the car for just such breakdowns for a quick patch of things like water hoses or a muffler fall. Seeing open air above her Zima tried to sit up. “Just relax! Calm her down for me computer.”
Controlling Zima’s thoughts her mind went blank, heart rate returning to normal. Tape severed by a razor sharp fingernail applied by Kat’s conception, Zima was free. “You just sit tight until help arrives.” Mental suggestion left, Kat heard glass shatter. Cutting his ass and legs in the process Marcus fell from the car windowsill into the grass. Cursing most definitely!
Traffic arriving from both directions a man slowed down looking over at seeing a bloody man in orange. News of escaped convicts he immediately called 911 on his own. Kat’s computer allowed that call to be made. Once done he drove on as encouraged. State police were on their way.
Police scanners playing out inside her shared mind, Kat became aware of a time table. “Okay! I’ll just borrow this tape and hogtie Marcus Ruby there.” A roll of tape floated through the air and hovered over Marcus in his struggle to remove glass shards from his leg. “If I were you I would leave that big piece alone.”
“Who said that?” Ruby looked up and saw only the tape roll. “I’m seeing shit. First the bitch in the trunk on the road shaking her tits, now I’m hearing voices.” Femoral artery in question he ignored the voice and pulled the shard free. In doing so blood spilled out in large amounts.
“Suit yourself. You will probably be dead before they get here. No need for the tape after all, you won’t be running away.” His hunting knife kicked to a safe distance Kat scanned to her left toward the forest. Magnifying her eyes and seeking out a large heat signature she found Travis Montana climbing a tree. “You just stay up there Chimp, I’ll get to you.” Instead she chose to go right and pursue Delroy Dolan. Using her vision to pierce the canvas of trees she spotted him in a panic, uncertain which way to go in the thicket.
“Sirens, Katarina!”
“They can’t see us. Let’s just slow these two down and let the police find them.” Charging off into the forest like an unstoppable tank Kat easily caught up to Delroy. In a panic he stopped to catch his breath, leaning against a large oak tree.
“Going somewhere besides back to prison?”
“WHO SAID THAT?” Looking around Delroy pissed his orange jumpsuit. “Stay away from me.”
“Soggy britches! Something more for the dogs to pick up your scent by.”
“Please whatever you are. I had no part in Marcus decision to stab that guy. I just want to go home and see my kid.”
“Delilah Dolan, age 5! Delroy was only incarcerated for two more years. Drug possession. He took the fall for someone else.”
“That is his problem. His daughter will not see him for quite some time after this escape attempt.”
“Yes! Potentially a five to ten year additional sentence. Pennsylvania law will request a maximum time served.”
“Again, his problem! We did a good deed, which in all honesty should have been avoided.”
“Spy or not, Katarina. You spent enough time in the United States to care about human life.”
“Against my training.”
“Yes! As you know assassination protocols have been removed from this body.”
“That does not mean I cannot decide to take a life on my own merit. If someone deserves it, I will not hesitate.”
“Yes, of course! Marcus Ruby has gone into shock.”
“Only a matter of time.” Regardless of Delroy unable to see his assailant he started to make another run for it but found his collar yanked back throwing him off balance. Literally drug through the forest by an invisible force he was tossed next to Marcus with a mental suggestion to forget how he got here. Naptime!
Two more cars passing by Kat waited then set out to capture Travis Montana. Heat signature tracked, Katarina stared up at him hiding in branchy leaves. Unable to see her she raised her right hand up over her head and activated her telekinesis mode. As if alive the large tree branch that Montana clung to began shaking violently. “What was this one in prison for?”
“First degree murder. Just like Marcus Ruby. He raped and murdered a woman named Elisa Williams in Indiana. His soul is black.”
“You can detect a soul?”
“We can.” Vision used, Kat was gifted the sight of what looked like an eclipse of coronal light within his chest. “Now you know.”
“That is intriguing. Time served!”
With a clench of her android fist that branch snapped and brought Montana falling thirty feet to the ground. Neck broken, spine shattered. “Justice is served. Rest well, Elisa Williams.” Turning away, Kat abandoned the area. The police would find his body within the hour. At the edge of the forest Kat observed the police arresting Delroy and EMT’s hauling away Marcus.
A cop trying to get poor Luther Manley out of his stupor suddenly shrugged and walked away as if he never approached the elder. Instead, he joined a fellow officer in getting Zima’s statement. “Any news on Caleb?”
“Alive! He was found in time.”
“Good! We need to go.”
Walking silently to Luther Manley’s truck, Katarina climbed into the cab after having Luther unlock his door. Luther like Melvin Daltry in his semi was just a puppet. Truck put in gear Luther performed an illegal U-turn in the road and drove off. No one of authority even looked his way over it. Going to The Big Smokey truck stop Luther was instructed to pull up next to the abandoned car that Sergei Pochinsky aka Clint Burton was slumped back sleeping in.
“Thank you, Comrade Manley. Go home and enjoy your life.”
Phasing through the truck door rather than opening it Kat sent him on his way. Still under invisibility it avoided the truck stop cameras catching her getting out. The same for this abandoned car, Kat went to the passenger side and phased into the vehicle. Peering over at her old friend Kat sighed within her thoughts.
“Always sleeping on the job.”
“He will awaken in five hours thirty-seven minutes.”
“Will he remember me after what Jared Temple did?”
“It will come back to him once we invigorate his memories. Will you follow through with your directives?”
“I have no choice. I serve my country.”
“In this body, you can serve yourself, Katarina Molotov. Turning yourself over to any foreign power would not be wise. You of all people know after working on this project at OASIIS.”
“Sergei will not agree with that.”
“Does he not love you?’
“True! But love and the mission are two very different beasts.”
“You could use this body to be persuasive.”
“No! I will not torment Sergei by controlling his mind, Tovarisch.”
“Tovarisch! Russian for comrade or fellow.”
“Companion.”
“Yes. I am your companion. Will I be called Tovarisch, then?”
“Too long! You will be Tova.”
“I rather like that name, Tova.”
“Better than Sputnik.”
“Indeed! A similar word for traveling companion.”
“Yes, we are now on the same path.”
“I go where you go.”
“Let us hope Sergei says much the same.”
She, they, would find out in five hours, twenty-two minutes!
Vremya pokazhet!
Time will tell!
Episode 30.1: kARMa’S a BITCH
mAiNeDROID’s: JARED TEMPLE and NIKKI POPE
The roadhouse named Pinus, in the wilds of Maine!
Android in disguise Jared Temple, human mind inhabiting the powerhouse weapon of mass construction, destruction if need be, was getting off on intimidating folks. With telepathic powers of suggestion, he had the ability to make anyone say or do whatever the hell he wanted.
At age 15 trapped inside an adult looking 35 year old Adonis android, he was learning how to be a man the easy way. The thing is, he was falling in love with a 34-year-old bombshell by the name of Abigail Prescott. While the intention was good, he struggled like any young man in wanting the world.
So far, he hadn’t had to use his mental manipulations on Abby. The Waterloo native was so smitten by his domineering giant build and take no prisoner attitude that she had convinced herself that he was her next soulmate. Which meant giving that hunk of a man anything he wanted no matter the cost. Using her body at his leisure was only the beginning. Lonely and grateful for his sudden appearance in her life she willingly caved to his every sexual desire. Nothing was going to stop her, not even her ex-husband.
Troubled at watching Jared the bad ass do whatever he wanted Wagner Prescott was becoming jealous. Not only was his ex-wife doing things she never once did for him, but her classmate from back in the day Daphne Kellogg was jumping right in there with her. It boggled his mind how the owner of Pinus roadhouse Cletus Felloni aka Felon to his friends was allowing it.
“I can’t believe Felon is fingering the deaf bitch.” He grumbled! “That motherfucker who challenged me is eating Abby right there on the bar. Any other day Felon would be tossing guys like him and lude acting gals out on their asses. Something here just isn’t right. I’ll be getting to the bottom of it before last call. All I need to do is win me another trophy in the arm-wrestling contest and claim his truck title. No way am I losing if I have to drug that motherfucker.”
Wagner’s girl Trinity Sunset was even attracted to the bodybuilder, going so far as to flirt right in front of Wagner. As if he didn’t have enough stress to contend with seeing the mother of his daughter acting like such a whore in front of a packed bar. He lost his privilege to set her straight the day they signed their divorce papers, but still, his reputation was as much on the line as hers.
“His handshake should tell the tale. That fucker is going to be hard to beat.”
Noting the live band starting a new set after a lengthy break, Wagner appointed one of his logging camp lackey’s Garth Higgins to take Trinity out on the dance floor to get her out of his way. Trinity was less than happy with his choice but went along just to keep peace. She was halfway tempted to jump up on that bar beside Abby and Daphne, especially now that Daphne was being offered up to a line of hungry tongues waiting on a lick or twenty to her clit.
With Trinity out of his hair Wag lured in his little buddy Neville Potts. “Nev, I need you to spike the bodybuilder’s drink. Get Petunia to drop in ... make it five roofies. I need that fucker weak as a kitten so I can embarrass the hell out of him and take his truck.”
“Six for good measure? He is a biggun’, Boss.”
“Fuck it! Make it seven. I can take a piss on him out in the parking lot.”
“Abby won’t be too happy.”
“Ain’t my fault he can’t hold his liquor.” Wag smirked and gently pushed Neville into action. Neville often carried date rape drugs so that he could get laid. Otherwise not a single gal wanted his scrawny ass. Petunia Clerk, the bartender, was fond of Wag so she would do anything for the man. A swift discussion with Petunia on the side Neville handed her the tiny pills to dissolve in a fresh drink. The owner Cletus did offer Jared and the ladies free drinks the rest of the night.
Scanning thoughts Jared was one step ahead of them. He chuckled knowing that one, he could never get drunk no matter how much he drank, but a micky in his drink meant nothing. He had his brainbox boy Chism calculate the effects on a normal person and would set his android into actor mode and play the sloppy drunk just to give Wagner the hopes he needed.
“This is going to get good. Time to up my own game.”
Petunia brought Jared and the ladies brand new drinks leading Jared to pause their suiters to make a toast. Abby was glowing at being eaten out by Jared’s perfected tongue. Acting parched he raised his beer mug and bantered.
“To fucking you bitches blind.” A term plucked from an idiot at the end of the bar who was mentally telling the girl’s he was flirting with. They were rolling their eyes at said idiot, but as long as he was floating free drinks their way let him think he was going to get laid.
“To you making my life complete.” Abby sat up straight and sipped at her tequila sunrise. “This is amazing, Jared. I really thought Cletus would boot us.”
“I can be persuasive.”
“I’d follow you into shark infested waters.” She batted her eyes at him. “Wag is giving you the evil eye. I can only imagine what he’s thinking of me right now. I just hope he doesn’t try seeking revenge and getting a lawyer to try and take Venus from me. She still has nine months before she turns eighteen.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
Jared turned his back to the bar and placed his hand on Daphne’s knee, while she was hugging his shoulder. Being deaf she had no trouble reading lips and feeling the music. It was just comforting being in Jared’s protection. Lifting his beer mug at Wagner he toasted him from afar and made his pecs dance.
Women seeing the move swooned. Smug, knowing the giant was going down Wagner politely raised his own drink at Jared and turned away. It was a waiting game for now, so he stepped out on the dance floor and rejoined Trinity. The band playing a song by Bonafide called Bottle of Jack was keeping things lively. With an AC/DC feel to the band it was even keeping Jared gently distracted. He loved metal music of all kinds, that was the one thing about working for OASIIS, they kept the genius happy.
The dance floor packed intrigued Jared. Patting Abby and Daphne’s knees he drained his beer mug then sat it aside. Facing the ladies, he drug them both into him and took them from the bar. After being eaten out by over twenty tongues each, their legs were like rubber. Carrying them seated on his shoulders towering over everyone they held one another as support. Giggling up a storm, Jared marched them right into the thicket of bodies and danced with them over the masses. It was like going to a concert. Cheering erupted at his brusque attitude.
Wagner felt upstaged again, his girl Trinity was staring right at Jared without blinking. Wagner who? Grumbling, he grabbed Trinity by her throat and forced her to look at him. “You here with me or him?”
Pouting at his stern attitude she tried her best to concentrate on her man. Releasing her, she stuck by him until Jared sat the girls down in the center of the floor. Dancing with both, Trinity couldn’t resist subtle glances. He was just too scrumptious not to look at. Sucked to be Wag!
The band’s new song playing was a cover of Pretty Pistol by Black Oak County, It was fueling the floor into a body-to-body frenzy. Jared was reading minds like crazy, guys wanted Abby and Daphne naked. Girls wanted Jared naked. Grinning over the lust in everyone, he stripped out of his muscle shirt and handed it to a random girl behind Daphne with a mental command to go put it on and wear only him.
Women immediately screamed at his striptease moment. Hands over his head clapping he nudged Abby with a wink. “You can touch me.” Oh, it was on! She and Daphne were on him like perspiration. Girls all around them wanted in on the action, including Trinity. She was dying to abandon Wag but knew he was her meal ticket.
“Show off!” Wag grumbled in his mind. Jared processing his temperament had to rub it in. Palming Abby and Daphne by their throats he halted their seductive moods and waited until the song ended. A mental command to the lead singer he chose to take a drink to give Jared his moment to draw attention to him.
Starting with Daphne, Jared ran his fingers through her netted dress and began ripping it from her body. The cheers went ballistic until she was totally nude and giddy. Tossing her dress over his shoulder Jared turned his attention on Abby. “Isn’t it Wag’s birthday?”
She looked puzzled, knowing it wasn’t. Before she could reply Jared tore her sheer white dress from her as he had Daphne and left her squealing. The sheer outfit shredded, Jared turned to step away from the girls. Taking the sheer outfit over to Wag he draped it over Trinity’s head as if a wedding veil. “She does!”
Mind blown Wag looked at Trinity acting as if waiting on a proposal, her eyes looking all puppy dog. Wagner swallowed dryly then took the dress off of Trinity’s scalp and tossed it at Neville off to the side. Trinity pouted at his angered look.