Chapter 75: Snow Blind

“Yeah! We are saved!” came from the front of the bus.

It stopped very quickly. I told my eyes not to see any of the other kids on the bus or the seats. I saw why it got quiet. The people that got on the bus were fully armed and wearing full body armor. I had the feeling that these weren’t people working for Joe.

“Mornings are such cold distress. How did I ever get into this mess?”

When I made myself see everything again I was really happy to see Kaley’s jacket and skirt on the platform we had been sleeping on. My jacket, pants, thermals, socks, and shoes were there beside them...

The armed men went down each row to pull all of the adults off the bus first. They weren’t going to kill them, at least not immediately, because they let them all get dressed warmly first. Everyone else on the bus was made to get dressed, too, before they were made to go out the back of the bus. One by one they would have a kid go toward the rear, use a machine to check their fingerprints and then check their faces against a picture on a tablet. The ones that weren’t even close to whoever they were looking for were sent directly outside without checking their finger prints. It was just us and the really fat girl left on the bus.

“Why aren’t you dressed girl,” they angrily asked the fat girl.

She was scared shitless and with a wavering voice she answered, “They took my pants and jacket to help get a girl warmed up. Her lips were blue.” That brought one of the men back towards us. There was no question the two of us were inside the huge coat and pants.

“Get out and get dressed in your clothes,” the man ordered with a gun pointed at us.

“Turn the fuck around pervert,” Kaley yelled at him. “I don’t care if you kill me or not, I am not giving you a thrill. Go make one of the cheerleaders strip for you. I am sure they will even fuck you. It has been over a week since they last got laid.”

They guy actually turned around without a word. She had me get on our knees and then she slid the pants down. The jacket kept her covered mostly. Her skirt slid on quickly. Then she pulled her arms inside the jacket with the tank top in her hand, she worked it around until she was able to just pull it over her head with the gap in the neck of the jacket. Then she unzipped the jacket. Kaley was sort of dressed now while I was still naked.

Without asking me first, she grabbed my thermal pants and pulled them up her legs. My thermal top was pulled over her head. She was shoving her feet in her shoes as she zipped up her jacket. Just like that she was gone. The really fat girl came over to get a look at my dick as she got on her ski pants and jacket. I hurried to get into my pants and jacket.

I knew my shield would keep me perfectly toasty even if I went outside completely naked.

If they were looking for me, then going outside naked would definitely give me away.

As soon as I had my shoes on I was pushed outside with the rest of the kids.

What? They didn’t even check me or look to see if I was a face on their tablets. That is interesting.

Over by where the adults were standing, I heard a goon demanding, “Tell us where the bus driver is or we start shooting the ankle biters.”

“We already told you, we have no idea. He got us all in the bus. He went back outside to double check that the bus was safe. He didn’t believe that the tow truck driver was smart enough to shutdown anything that might cause the bus to catch on fire or start rolling away. I saw him putting chocks under the wheels and then he got back on the bus. He was here before the snow started sticking to the windows. Everything soon iced up to where we couldn’t get the doors open, or even see anything out the windows,” one of the chaperones was telling the goon. “We all slept a bunch because we had no water or food.”

“Mr. Jones,” one of the boys called out toward the adults. “I think he used the door in the roof of the bus. I heard something when it was dark out and then there was as huge blast of cold air. It only lasted a few seconds, but it sounded like someone was walking on the roof right afterwards.”

A few hand signals made some of the goons take off. When they returned they whispered something to the main goon. He nodded before heading right for where all the kids were waiting.

“Do you know any of these children,” he asked holding up a tablet with six kids showing on it.

When he got to me my goggles kicked on I saw all six of the kids come up with names beside them, lot of names. Each had a least ten aliases. A map came up in my left lens with dots showing where they were right now. I didn’t know where Bristol, Tennessee was, but they were all moving past it around eighty miles an hour heading toward Knoxville, Tennessee. The bus driver’s picture popped up and then he showed up with the group as well. A saw a clip showing a cell phone video from someone the group had just passed.

Sigh ... For once, it wasn’t anything related to me or something I had done.

The really fat girl had already been asked about the pictures, but she asked to see them again.

“I don’t know about the two boys, but the four girls were definitely at our hotel. I know I saw them talking to the creepy guy the police caught taking dirty pictures of girls at the hotel pool. When we were leaving the hotel on this trip they were dressed exactly like us. The last time I saw them they were talking to the bus driver when we was around the other side of the bus putting some boxes underneath. I never saw them again after that,” she told him.

The head goon waved at the other group again. They started digging out the sides of the bus. It took a while to get the snow moved far enough away to be able to open the compartments. It was packed with a lot of stuff. The goons pulled it all out and opened everything. Two big boxes were obviously more of the ski clothes and thermal underwear for our group. It was piled up on the snow not far from me.

Once I saw that it was of no interest to them, I walked over to look through it. I soon found girl’s thermals that I was sure would fit Kaley. The other girls with just leggings on were about the same size. I found ski pants that looked like they would fit those girls too. I headed over toward where the girls were in a circle having an intense conversation. That must be why they didn’t notice me coming up.

“You did what? You let him behind you with his junk touching your butt and hand on your breast,” the other bare legged girl asked.

Kaley saw me, so I was a bit shocked when she said nastily, “Have you seen his junk Lane? Remember when we caught my ten year old brother touching himself? Well my brother is bigger than that fucktard. I woke up needing to pee. I wasn’t going to find out if he was one of those kinky pee weirdoes. I made him let me out of that cocoon so I could pee. I was freezing when I got done. I told him if he tried to hump his little dingus against me I would cut it off.”

“But your breasts? You let him feel you up,” Lane asked again.

“I must have scared him so much that there was no letting him feel me up,” Kaley responded. “I used his fingers to play with my nipples to get me warmed up. I thought with all the girls saying how they wanted him between their legs or had bedded him; he would know how to feel me up once I showed him what to do. Nope. The twit would pull his hand away whenever I let it go.”

Another asked, “So did he try to push his boner into you anyway?”

“Well I felt a little something poking into me, if that is what you mean. I am not sure he is even long enough for me to feel it if I spread my legs for him. It was creepy at first. When I got him to feel me up without pulling his hand away I figure I would suffer it touching me at least until I got off,” Kaley said taking every effort to make it sound bitchy.

One of the other girls saw me and told Kaley to shut up, I was right there.

Heading over to them I said, “These were in the stuff they found under the bus. They look like might be the right sizes if you want them. It is really too cold out here to not have something on your legs.” I just held the clothes out to them. Everyone but Lane took the ski pants and thermals.

Looking at Lane I said, “If you are as big of a stuck-up snotty bitch as Kaley, then you will want these. You heard the thanks I get for saving her life from freezing to death. You better put them on. I’m not about to try to keep you from dying of hypothermia.”

“You don’t have to worry about me mister teeny weenie. My family lived in upper New York State until the last quarter of eighth grade. This is a heat wave to me. Mom used to say I was part polar bear. She would find me out skating naked on the frozen pond behind our house even when it was below zero. I had to share a dresser with my brother; he always put my clothes in the top drawers and I couldn’t reach them. Our socks and skates always went on the boot dryer when we came in. I was still going skating naked even after I could reach my own clothes. Mom tried to get me to wear clothes when I started to get a chest. I didn’t care who saw me naked. By then my brother would get off anytime he saw me naked, so I never bothered getting dressed when I didn’t have to. Now run along David,” she told me.

One of the girls in their group said, “I thought your family were nudists and your brother only wore trunks when we over too keep from getting embarrassing about having a boner in front of us.”

I knew I was dismissed, so I took her thermals and pants back over to drop them on the pile.

Up until now the goons had only been talking between themselves. I saw no radios or phones. After the goons had finishing searching the storage part under the bus, the head goon pulled out what looked like a phone with a huge antenna. He flipped the antenna up and called a number. My right goggle showed a phone number.

He moved around to the other side of the bus where I couldn’t hear him. Turns out I didn’t need to. I was getting text in my goggles. The right side had the goon; the left was whoever they were talking to.

“Speak.”

“Targets escaped.”

“Details?”

“Unclear.”

“Explain.”

“Passenger stated seeing targets talking to driver prior to departure from hotel.”

“Trustworthy?”

“Unknown.”

“Analysis?”

“Items linked to targets located within storage compartment under bus.”

“Current location?”

“Unknown. Passenger experienced brief cold air from direction of roof hatch during period of complete darkness.”

“Direction of travel?”

“Virgin snow on arrival.”

“Interrogations?”

“Affirmative. Minimal intel.”

“Extricate.”

“Disposition.”

“Humanitarian. Rations, water, heat source.”

“Understood.”

The call dropped at that point.

“It appears that you and your charges are extremely fortunate to have been waylaid by the sudden weather conditions,” the head goon told the adults. “Your bus driver associates with the six children we are seeking and whom he had made travel accommodations inside the cargo compartment under the bus. They are part of a nasty gang targeting school tour groups around the world. As per their method of operation, they seek out a tour group such as yours. Working with co-conspirators, they arrange to have tourist bus convoy diverted off the main highways to auxiliary roadways, which are immediately closed after the caravan passes. The last in the group experiences mechanical failures. Additional gang members ensure the vehicle appears completely disabled as well as all forms of communications are jammed.”

One of the chaperones asked, angrily, “So how the fuck are you so chipper about us being fortunate? We are freezing, starving and have no way to melt snow to get any water.”

The goon ignored the outburst.

He continuing to say, “You were fortunate the weather changed rapidly for the worse. It was impossible to open the storage compartments without everyone inside the bus noticing. This follows with the requirements of your group being forced to vacate the bus and remain away from it long past his cohorts stating they were unable to give assistance. We suspect the six children were moved to the vehicles that gave the appearance of attempting to help. If the weather followed the predicted forecast, your bus would be found burning three to five days later appearing to have slid off the roadway going up into the mountains. Everyone inside would be dead. The gang would have videoed everyone in your group being sexually assaulted, mutilated and subjected to any other vile request given to them by their employers.”

Oh. Well that really is fortunate then. Fortunate for them. I would risk being captured by anyone looking for people like me to protect everyone on the bus from that happening to them.

It was a few minutes before one of his goons whispered something to him.

“Following their established patterns, we found none of the reported safety problems with the bus. Instead they disconnected the wiring harnesses and batteries. A standard trick used by this gang. Whoever sabotaged the right rear tires was sloppy. The explosion was meant to only shred the tires destroyed the air braking system for those wheels and jammed the braking components. Weather conditions forced them to abandon their plans,” he told them.

One of the kids asked, “So you are rescuing us then?”

“Negative,” the goon said. “My orders are to continue pursuit of suspects with all available resources. We have reconnected the bus’s systems. The tour bus was fueled to full capacity of approximately one hundred-eight gallons. We estimated one hundred-sixty gallons remain. The gang packed enough survivalist military rations and water to engage in their perverted activities with you for at least three days. That will be sufficient for your party to survive until the roads can be cleared.”

Why didn’t he say they would get someone to come rescue us or call to tell anyone where we were?

With military precision they grabbed up the boxes of stuff from the gang that wasn’t food or water. Everything else was left outside where it had been dumped. Like magic, everyone but the head goon sort of vanished. There were no sounds of any vehicle, no one left going either way on the road, and we would have seen a helicopter. I watched the head goon get into the bus, heard it start up, heard it run a bit roughly, smooth out and then the lights inside came on. The goon had to have left via the bus driver’s door because he was just gone as well.

“I need to pee,” a girl off to one side said as she fast walked to the bus.

A guy said he needed to go too.

One of the teachers told him, “See that group of bushes over there? Go pee. There is only so much room in the tank on this bus and supplies to flush it. Until we get rescued, make yellow snow.”

He wasn’t the only guy that had to pee. For that matter I needed to go again too. We headed over to where we were told, unzipped and pissed.

“Slick move with Kaley, David. We heard she made you feel her up. Did she make you pluck her cherry too? If not man, she seriously owes it to you. Her clothes were almost frozen solid when you stripped her,” one of the guys beside me asked.

I laughed hard for a few seconds before I said, “If you heard her say I felt her up then you also heard that my dick is not long enough to get inside her pussy or ass. I didn’t feel her up at all. She grabbed my hand and forced it against her tit. In the time I have been back in school I have heard how her boyfriend is a bit crazy. They said he beat the shit out of a kid just for picking up one of Kaley’s books when she dropped it. I heard that he told the guy something about that guy not being worthy enough to touch anything of hers. I sure as shit wasn’t about to feel up his girl no matter what she wanted. I didn’t even want to be in back of her; she dropped down on my lap and pulled those big ski pants up over us. I couldn’t even reach around her to undo the pants to get out. What a bitch.”

“Yeah. Got that right. Save her life and she treats you like an appliance made to do her bidding,” another guy said. “Don’t feel bad though. She has always been that way. Not sure why Johnny hangs around with her. It is not like she is going to ever let him get past first base. He is such a tool. She likes how he follows her around like a puppy to do whatever she wants.”

A different boy said, “Watch out for her David. You can expect her to demand something in return for letting you cop a feel of her bare tit. It doesn’t matter to her if she forced your hand to do it. Keeping her from dying will be gone from her mind by tomorrow. Then she will expect some sort of payment.”

As we got done taking a piss we found out that most of the boys had made their share of yellow snow.

While we had been taking a piss one of the chaperones checked the waste tank. He said there was no way we put that much into it so it was likely it wasn’t even emptied before our trip. Based on the manuals he found, the black water tank should be able to handle up to four days of non-stop travel before needing to be emptied. Ours was over three quarters full. Scrounging through the stuff they found under the bus they were able to make a sort walled off area where the girls were made to go squat and pee. For now, only anyone that needed to take a dump could use the bathroom on the bus. One of the chaperones said they were going to try to connect up the long drain hose to the tank to see if they could get some of the stuff to drain out into the storm drain beside the road. They weren’t sure if it was going to work or not. The problem wasn’t that it wouldn’t make room by draining some liquid off; it was that the tank had been exposed when the tire blew. They thought it might actually be frozen. Even with the engine running they didn’t think it would really thaw out with so much of the tank still exposed to the wind. Some dirty moving blankets were pulled from the storage compartments that they hoped would provide some sort of insulation for the tank against the cold.