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got the voting underway, and within a few minutes, we had all agreed to shoot to kill, regardless of the blowback.
    “Good. As usual, we’ll be partnered up and covering each other the best we can. Nobody is to be left behind.”
    We quickly went over the plan to infiltrate and extract the women without injury. With so many civilians to rescue, we had decided that only the girls with field experience would go on this job. It was important that we get in and out without leaving so much as a hair behind.
    “All right ladies. Let’s get in and out of there as quickly as possible,” Cherry Pie said. “Remember this is a shoot to kill operation. Our priority is the same as always – rescue the women and young girls quickly and safely. Any questions?”
    Around the table, we were met with silence.
    Good.
    We were ready to get to work then.

Chapter 3: Pandora
     
    Under the cover of darkness, bad things happen. It’s nights like this that make me proud to be the president of a group of women like the Gypsy Riders. All of them are strong and formidable in their own way. Seeing women mistreated in any way rubs us all the wrong way.
    A few of the girls have experienced the harshness of a man’s hand, the steely viciousness of their words, and still others have been forced to give their bodies. It doesn’t matter if the abuse is emotional, verbal, or physical, the long-term effects are often more than a person can bear. The physical abuse of the women we’ve already saved from the Twisted Bastards weighs on my mind every damn day. The bruises, split lips, swollen eyes, and dead stares in the eyes of these women just slay me. It brings out the beast in each of us, and we use that to our advantage.
    We have to.
    We quickly and quietly filed out of the black vans, parking them in the shadow of darkness down the road a piece. Splitting up into several two-woman teams, we headed out. Without a word, we reached our positions, surrounding the shipping yard. We didn’t have to wait very long before the thunderous roar of motorcycles sliced through the night as the Twisted Bastards arrived. There were half a dozen leather-clad riders this time. Not bad. Not bad at all. At least we were fairly matched. That would make this quick and easy.
    Raising my hand to my earpiece, I was just about to give the order to move in when the bright lights and rumble of a semi-truck and trailer rounded a nearby building, headed straight for us.
    “Looks like we have a late arrival ladies. Be ready to move in,” I quietly ordered, returning my attention to the group of men.
    The air brakes of the big rig released a loud whoosh of air. A few seconds later, a large portly-looking man exited the cab, leaving the driver’s side door wide open. Cherry Pie gave me the side-eye, arching her brow in question. No doubt she was wondering what the hell was going on. I was too.
    I shrugged my shoulders, offering a what-the-fuck expression. This was new. We had expected the usual shipping container of girls being loaded onto a nearby boat for an unknown destination.
    The driver hobbled to the rear of his rig, a weary expression on his face as he came face-to-face with a much larger man covered in tattoos. Words we couldn’t make out were exchanged. The driver pointed to the trailer, nodded a few times, and opened the doors, lowering a long metal ramp.
    “Jesus. They’re going to load them into that?” Cherry Pie growled out.
    I blinked at the sight before me and nodded. “Looks like it.”
    Five of the bikers headed for a few rusted-up shipping containers, quickly releasing the locks and disappearing inside the darkness with only the beam of a small flashlight to light their way. Seconds later, the screams and sobs of dozens of women echoed through the night. I flinched as the sound of their fearful cries stabbed my ears. Wiping away the lone tear that slid down my cheek, I reached for my earpiece and gave my orders.
    “Wait until all of the women are