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Alpha Core 13 D, Regrouping By: Stephanie Lynn aka Malissa Madison I'd been driving for about twenty miles when I found myself surrounded by fast moving Muscle Cars. A Charger, and two Mustang Shelby's. the Charger cut in front of me and I automatically braked hard to get out of the box they had me in. but they seemed to anticipate my moves. "Calm down girl, we're here to help you disappear," came the thoughts in my head. I didn't recognize the voices, but something said trust them. "Who sent you?" I demanded silently. Then glanced to the side noticing for the first time the Wolf/Boy behind the wheel of the Mustang on my left. "Well it sure wasn't anyone from the base. You can bet your sweet little ass on that Cheetah Girl," How did he know? Zeus and Cloud seemed to show only minor concern. But seeing him there driving the car I felt Shar beginning to surface. I quickly pulled off onto the shoulder stopping as I felt my body shifting. My hands on the steering wheel seemed to become fluid as they changed to the fur spotted hands of Shar. Still waiting for the pain that seemed to follow, though minor now I suddenly realized the charger had backed up to stay in front of me. With no other vehicles on the road, the driver stepped out. Her long lean Wolf form sported a nice rack of feminine breasts. "Zeus, I've missed you boy," The older Rott scurried out of the back seat to greet her. Then shaking her head I saw the long mane of silver hair as it fell down past her shoulders uncovering the pair of blades that stood ready above each shoulders. She snapped her fingers and I heard the voice of the girl from the diner. "It isn't nice to take what doesn't belong to you," she admonished me. Then got behind the wheel of the Malibu as I got out. My duffle was unceremoniously tossed at my feet. "I'm sorry. I was in a hurry and should have asked," I admitted. "But then, you did leave the keys in it, so I guess in a way you're lucky it was me." "No, anyone else would have gotten gutted the second I caught up to them," Her mental voice said she was confident she could back up the threat. She quickly shifted into first and the car spun out and across the center median headed back toward the diner. "Come on you can ride with me," purred a voice out loud behind me. Turning the first thing to catch my attention were the long black lines that crossed the corners of his eyes then stretched out along both sides of his nose, another Cheetah like myself I thought in my Shar mind. "Come on we need to move if we're going to catch up to the trucks," said the Wolf/Girl. Her tail swishing as she spun strutting to her car. Pangs of desire washed through me as I saw both Zeus and Cloud jump into her car. I'd promised them both my submission for helping me. I grabbed my duffle off the ground where the Waitress/Echo had dumped it before leaving in her car. I slung my own blades before getting in beside Jirro, who was trying to be patient with me. "Calli says it wasn't her who fried the Spy Sat," he said identifying the waitress as we caught up to the others. "And it takes a really strong Echo program to do that by themselves, so how many of your remaining team are Echo's?" he asked point blank. "Jirro, there are no Echo's in my team," I told him. "Then who fried the Satellite?" "She fried it Jirro, all by herself," AC13M, aka Molly answered his question. "She's like the boss, a multi crossed Alpha Core. The entire 13 Core series was accidentally multi crossed. They haven't figured that out yet," I wondered to myself why she hadn't included herself, after all she was a Alpha Core 13 series herself. I felt an itch at the back of my brain, my teeth began to ache. Then my head started to throb. "Look Molly, I just want to regroup with my girls and drop out of sight. Find some place we can live in peace," I told her. She changed the subject by saying, "Heads up everyone shift to human, we got a Statey up ahead. His radar is hot and he has five interceptors waiting." I realized now it was the pulsing waves of the K band radar unit up ahead causing the pain in my head. I threw up my mental shield pushing it outward. I'd just finished blocking it out, my mind clearing and the pain stopped. I was still waiting for them to slow down when I saw the Statey standing beside his car emptying a fire extinguisher at the radar on his dash. "I think you went a little overboard Molly," Jirro thought to her. "I had some unexpected help," she admitted. And I realized that she meant me. A mile down the road we passed the five interceptors at ninety seven miles per hour, rocking them as we passed. The troopers scrambling to get behind the wheels. The one that had been sitting idling was already spinning his tires. I could see in the side mirror, the cloud of dirt behind him as the rear rose up under the surge of horse power. The sudden giggling beside me drew my attention as I saw Jirro begin shifting. "So what do you imagine he prefers, blondes or brunettes? No I bet redheads." He shifted to the form of a sexy red head with double D cup breasts, "Hold the wheel," Without waiting he let go and began pulling the front of his shirt open. "Damn how I wish we could change clothes when we shift," he giggled. "When we catch up to Rafer, I want you to cross over to his car." "Why, what's going on? I can help," I offered. "Only if you like a good Gang bang. Me I'm a Sissy slut at heart and I love it when they put the cuffs on nice and tight. It makes my clitty quiver and drip." Then turning to me she held out a hand. "I'm Felicity by the way." "Nice to meet you Felicity, are you sure you'll be ok?" I asked. "This isn't the first time I've played with these guys. We kinda know each other," s/he admitted with an excited giggle. Rafer's car loomed up quick, and as I we got even with him Jirro/Felicity eased over till only inches separated the two cars. I pushed my duffle quickly through the open back half window then crawled between the cars. My legs hadn't even gotten all the way through the window before Felicity thought to me, "See you in a couple of days," Then her car pulled away and she spun it around. Rafer had his arm around me helping me squirm across him to the passenger seat when suddenly he thought, "Very nice," and planted a kiss on my exposed pink lace covered ass. "Damn what I wouldn't give to bury a knot in your fine ass." I giggled, I couldn't help it, I knew I was still in the post combat arousal stage. "Find us a quiet place and you're on." We sped on through the night, the flashing red lights fading behind us as we drove in silence. "So how much further do we have to go?" I asked. "About another fifty three miles," he answered. His glance my direction said he knew what I was thinking as I wiggled closer. My hand reaching across the center console to rest on his leg. I felt his erection growing at my finger tip's, curious at the lump near the base. In minutes I had worked it out of his trousers, marveling at how large it was. My fingers curling gently around the shaft sliding downward as I leaned farther over. The adrenaline aftermath taking hold driving my urges as my butt slid toward the opposite door. My short skirt riding up over my hips, my lacey panties exposed. My lips closed around the head, my hand resting against his knot, "Mmmm," I thought to him. "A True Wolf at heart." I felt the head touching the back of my throat as I let my saliva coat it, swirling my tong around in it. then I slid my hand down, my fingers circling not stretching far enough to close around that magnificent knot as it throbbed and pulsed, squirting his precum into my mouth to mix with my spit. He let out a lustful groan as I pushed my head down further, wedged between the steering wheel and his stomach. I slowly came up for air letting our mixed juices coat it even more. It ran down onto my hand and I giggled as I twisted my fingers getting his knot slick as I plunged my head downward feeling him slide past the choking point deep into my throat until my lips were against the glorious knot. My nostrils flared as a feral hungry growl escaped my throat when I finally came up for air. My mind registered the tail lights of the Semi ahead of us on the highway, but I paid no attention as I slammed my head down again taking him to the knot, swallowing hard my throat muscles milking is cock as the knot grew even larger then pulsed, followed by a huge gush of cum into my throat. The front tires hit the ramp, and the car changed pitch. He gripped the steering wheel two handed as suddenly still shooting jets of cum into my throat he slammed on the brakes. I lifted my head curious about why we'd stopped, and his cream blasted all over my face. Still I gripped his knot feeling it shrink with each pulse. It was dark in the trailer, then the lights of another car filled the back window before going out. With a feral growl I mounted him, my ass catching on the bottom edge of the steering wheel. But he thrust upward, driving his knot in hard, over and over he slammed in, in, in. as the knot grew in size again. Suddenly it was pulling hard, stuck inside my pussy. He ripped open my blouse, his mouth covering my breast as his other hand squeezed the other. He yelped in pain as I tried to bounce my ass on his lap. Then suddenly his seat slid back relieving the painful tug. Grinding my ass around I let my pussy squeeze and milk his knot until it once again began to pulse, his cum squirting deep inside me. It seemed like hours before his knot stopped pulsing, squirting into me. I could feel it running out past that wonderful pussy plug, and was disappointed when it finally deflated and slipped from inside me. "Humph, excuse me, are you done raping one of my best Alpha's Stephanie Wolfe?" I turned to look at the speaker. He was tall, handsome and in Leopard form. his stare showed he was amused, but not happy. "Sorry. I needed that though," I admitted. "Yeah well be sure you never get carried away like that where you could get caught. You can't fight or even defend yourself while Tied," He turned his attention to Rafer. "Where the hell is Felicity?" "She's entertaining the Troopers, where else," 13 M told him. "Come see me when you're ready," he told me. "Trinity, head north we still have to pick up 13G, and I hope those teams are doing better." After a few minutes I finally got myself under control. Then grabbed my duffle out of the back and carried it toward the small door at the front of the trailer. It opened into what looked like a small electronics command center. The one known as Tribe sat in a chair next to Molly, and one I was sure was an Echo. "Sit down 13D." I felt out of place being the only one in Furry form, so I shifted to human as I sat down, smoothing my short skirt under me. "Did you and 13G coordinate your escapes?" he asked. "No we discussed it," I admitted. "But my team came first. I was afraid that losing two would have created a bigger problem in getting out than it did," After a pause I said, "I just wish we could have brought them out with us." "What would you give if you could get them back? Would you join our little band of freedom fighters, and do-gooder's?" his look was totally serious. "I wouldn't turn down a good fight, but our plan was to lay low and find a peaceful place to settle down first," I told him honestly. "But we didn't really want to seek out fights with others like us who still have no thoughts for themselves." "Follow me," I stood and followed him through another door into what I realized was the sleeper of the huge truck. And there laying in suspension hammocks were Beth and Carla. "We had a few teams that were able to get inside while they were busy watching you," he explained. "They were practically on top of one of them, when their car flipped. They were pulled out before it exploded, and being unconscious it was easy to hide their minds." Looking at him I just asked, "What is it you want?" About that time Trinity said, "Tribe, the Arina Group just picked up the rest of 13G's team and the other one that got out. Tinman's group lost two Alpha's and a team vehicle in the process. They ran into heavy Delta concentrations." "Have our people been recovered?" he asked already knowing they had. "Yes and the vehicle has been Fragged. But Arina wants to head for the barn, they have a rig that's acting up." "Give them the go ahead, we're going to link up with Celine first, and get 13D's team back together," He told them. I sat on the cat walk at the top of the stairs looking at the 68 'Stang' that had brought me here. we'd talked it over and he laid out his whole groups make up. His was the core Group at the center of everything, called Central. Each group consisted of three Semi's and nine Alpha Teams in smaller fast moving combat vehicles. Black One was also known as Central Mobil whenever he was aboard. Aside from the electronics bay, it could carry two personal vehicles. It also served as a repair and servicing vehicle as did Black Two. Which had the same make up with one exception. It could carry three team vehicles. Black Three was a tanker truck. The first half was Diesel fuel for the three rigs, it had its own feed line for continuous refueling of its massive twin tanks. The second half was high octane gas for the team vehicles. In addition to being able to pull over and refuel, it had the ability to refuel any of the Alliance vehicles while on the move. "We adapted it from the Air Forces Mid Air refueling designs," I was told. The trucks were equipped with not just normal electronic communications but satellite communications as well. To include satellite live video feed. Black ones Group was unique in that it had a team of three Alpha's lead by AC13M who coordinated the nine outside teams. I'd pointed out that his communications and med techs weren't Alpha's. I was told they were either Echo's or Beta's and each group had at least two Beta's. I also was told that I would learn more about the team levels once my team was back together but he didn't want to give out any details until everyone was in agreement. So now I sat looking at Rafer's 'Stang' wondering what it was that was so special about it. and where the hell was that damned refueling port? It had to be in the front, but I couldn't see it. He walked past me to his vehicle, as if reading my mind he reached in and pushed a switch. There was a soft whirring sound and a intake nozzle extended two feet from behind the grill. "Neat huh?" he said. "Watch this." He flipped a toggle on the dash and part of the front fenders behind the headlights, back almost to the windshield post opened up and .30 Cal. Machine guns rose up into place. The Ammo Belt feed chutes filled with glistening brass cases. "Black Five, please safe your main guns. Black Five please safe your main guns" began a request over the intercom as red strobes began to flash. He laughed and flipped the toggle sending them back into disguise. "So you're well-armed, but that won't help you against a TOW rocket," I pointed out. "No but my driving skills do." His statement suggested he'd tested the theory a time or two. The lights suddenly grew dim, "All Black units prepare for cross deck with Black Two. Stepping into the electronics bay I watched the external view screens as the semi next to us opened the sleeper door. Brittany, Cassidy, Sassy, and Taffy crossed into Black One through the open doors. My girls saw me and relaxed, as we had a group hug while the truck crew got the door closed. "I, I, I wish Carla and Beth could be here with us," Taffy said. "Shut up and give us a hug Taffy," came the thoughts from behind the curtained off section. "Geez, a real Scepter Team," Molly thought. "And they're all really tightly linked. It's a miracle the field team was able to hide those two." Carla and Beth were still not fully capable yet. So we sat in the med bay and discussed our options. Tribe stood by not saying a word, other than to offer coffee or sandwiches. "You know what I really loved about the last Twelve years?" asked Sassy. "The time we spent building our cars." It was more of a group mind thought. "Yeah the one who picked us up had twin .30's and rocket launchers," commented Sassy. "Ours refueled before they met up with that big rolling truck stop," added Taffy. "Just think about what we could have done if we had those in our cars," Carla said with a giggle. "Oh you'll get your chance to see what the other side has, and they don't have to piece theirs together," Rafer put in. "You know 13G and two other teams got out when we did," Brittany said. she was still hugging Bethany. "That's a lot of cars that need building. And I doubt they have the knowledge to do it like we did." "You're right they didn't. we each got different subliminal programming every night. We have three ace mechanics, an electronics expert, a weapons expert and a Frame and Body expert," I told them. "So what's the best use of our training do you think?" "Our own shop?" they all thought at the same time. "Yeah but how do we get the vehicles, or the place to work on them?" "Let me show you where it's done at the moment. We have all the people we need to work on the rigs. But our fast movers are another story." Tribe was grinning. "Sir we go Ground Hog in three minutes," said one the Betas in the electronics bay. All around us people were shifting to human form, if they weren't already that way. I realized then that not everyone in the projects was a shifter, or a telepath. But they all seemed most serious about their work. Watching the external viewing screens, we saw the huge Garage of a Truck stop open up to admit the two boxed rigs as the tanker headed over to an oversized automatic washing bay. Both rigs pulled up side by side then a voice inside the living area said "Welcome back, prepare for drop in three, two, one, dropping." There was a sensation of the bottom falling away under us very fast, but then we began to feel the tension as it slowed quickly. And then the final jolt as we stopped. It wasn't anything more than you might feel as you stopped at a red light but still it was downward. By my calculations we'd dropped a thousand feet, My team came up with the same calculation. Carla and Beth, got up and joined us. As soon as they were given the go ahead by the med tech, an Echo. They were given back their blades, so now all seven of us stood watching as Black one rolled off the lift into the cavernous underground garage. There were area's set up like parking stalls and I noticed three other rigs. In front of them sat nine fast movers behind them sat three black SUVs all Ford Explorers. Several areas of the garage were sectioned off, and I realized these were maintenance and repair areas. One had a semi partially dismantled undergoing some sort of overhaul. Off to the side near the lifts was a row of muscle cars with the hoods either up or completely removed. It was clear the drivers were working on their own vehicles. "Come on lets show you around the place and you see what you think of it," Tribe said. "Sorry it isn't much but it's home." He lead us through a set of steel blast doors, and down a short corridor that opened out into Eden. At least that was the name above the door. The place was huge, around the edges there were lots of regular sized doors connected by a six foot wide pathway. In the middle was a huge grassy area that looked like a major City Park, complete with trees, shrubs, flowers and a Stream. Children ran and played in that park, couples and families had picnics going on. There were even people fishing in the stream. But the most spectacular item was the water fall, all three stories of it. to each side was a sheer cliff that I could see was enjoyed by rock climbers. As we followed the path across the park people greeted us, "Welcome, hope you enjoy it here," was the most common. He stopped near the center just before the bridge that crossed the narrow part of the stream, "Jerry, you got any hotdogs left?" he asked the man with the hot cart. "Sure thing Tribe, how many we got today?" he asked. As he leaned over to begin fixing hotdogs I noticed he was missing most of his right hand. And he seemed to favor that side. His blades were still handy having been incorporated into the handles of his cart. It made me smile to see his dedication. We both waited as the others were served first, then looking at me he said, "It is my pleasure to welcome another core Program to my humble home," He opened his mind to me. He was an Alpha Core 3, created before they began the sub-core designations. I also knew that he was the last Core of his series. To many of us meant too many to watch on the outside, so they used our training to thin us out. Only the best survived, leaving them the most efficient of each series. My own series started out with Seven Core programs when we entered the training phase. Behind us by one year were the seven hundred Alpha's, Echo's, and Beta's created from us. They used our DNA to create one hundred for each of us to lead. The idea was that one Core from each series, the strongest, would receive additional subliminal training to become a Zeta. Zeta's were highly unstable, extremely violent individuals. They were also highly intelligent, as well as being a fully capable Echo. Most verged on being a full-fledged Delta. This core before me was the Zeta of his Series. In an instant I knew his whole story. He made no attempt to hide it from us, he wanted us to know. He was the first Core to leave successfully, it had cost him dearly. His thoughts were filled with sadness, as well as anger. But still his loyalty programs kept him from taking an active role against the Projects that created us. I could feel his mind searching, curious as to which of the three Cores in front of him would emerge to claim Zeta status. It was the way it had always been, the cores would fight for overall superiority. I knew he would be just as curious when AC13G arrived, but he was confused by the fact that the entire 13 core series had been multi crossed from before birth. While we had the urges and mental desire to rise above everyone else around us, we also knew the dangers it posed to the rest. This had plagued our controllers, they couldn't understand it. so they had pitted us against each other in terminal matches, designed to force one of us to become the Zeta. It hadn't worked, we had simply either killed each other off or formed our own separate groups. AC13G arrived shortly after we were given rooms that had a back entrance to one of the empty Garage areas. He and I sat down with Tribe and Molly to discuss the future of our groups. "My group is tired of always having to fight, we just want to work on vehicles and fix up the ones for those who want to fight," I told them. "Don't get me wrong, we'll fight if we need too, but we'd rather use our other skills." They accepted that. "So tell me what you need to get set up," Tribe began. "I had a good idea that this is the way you wanted to go. So we have Seven of the most complete sets of tools. Even the specialty stuff like bearing compressors to steel lathe's. you need it you just ask for it" "What about cars? My team had to ditch theirs because of the trackers," I asked. "We have several in the storage garage, but we also have the teams up top keeping a look out for good ones that we can acquire." After the meeting I went back to my group, making a follow me sign I passed through my own quarters and out the back door into our new garage. "This whole place here is ours," I told them. "We can set it up any way we want, and charge for any special modifications we do." I lead the way over to where several work bays were set up already. "Can we get new cars of our own?" "How do we repay them for the tools and shit?" "They provide their own cars, and parts, even the general maintenance stuff. We charge extra for anything special we do," I explained. "Most of their Mechanics are either Diesel or new Fuel Injected Crap. They don't know squat about a carburetor, and the drivers don't have time for much besides checking the oil and changing flats," I explained. My crew as I began calling them grinned, and I could see in their eyes they liked what they were hearing. They could pull their weight without being expected to go out against other non-free Alpha's. "About our own cars," I began. "The garage next to this one is where they store the old muscle cars they've acquired. Anything that doesn't already have a name on the windshield is up for grabs. They understand our own transportation is priority one though. The next is AC13G's team and the other two that got out. But I think they can do most of their own stuff." I chose the bay in the middle. There were two empty stalls in between each one that was set up with tools, that gave us each three working stalls. We started out moving things around the way we wanted them. Then setting up our body and paint area, and the Machine shop. They followed me to the storage garage. "Alpha Core 13 D," I said to the security panel and it opened. The lights began coming on as we entered. "Holy shit will you look at all these old cars," Sassy exclaimed. "We really get our pick of anything that isn't already claimed?" asked Carla looking at a row of Challengers. "Anything you want," confirmed Molly as she joined us. "Grey should be here pretty soon to take his backup out of moth balls. He twisted a frame last night." Just then Grey and two others waltzed in and went straight to one of the Shelby's. "Ok guys start pushing, it's in neutral." I wondered why he didn't just start it up. Then I caught his thoughts, 'the engines froze up from sitting in a junkyard.' Near the back wall was a row of engines on wooden pallets. Most looked like they'd been blown. Others looked like they were just pulled to be replaced by something else. There were so many cars, I decided to let my mind draw me to the one that fit me best. In seconds Shar emerged, as I shifted to Cheetah form, my feet padding softly toward her goal. A beat up 1966 Plymouth Barracuda. It had a lot of rust damage along the rocker panel and fenders, but I knew the frame was in good shape. It needed new tires and as Shar slid into the seat she purred her satisfaction. I was surprised the battery had enough juice to crank it over, barely. But the 383 under the hood caught on the second round. Then as I sat there waiting for the engine to smooth out I saw a modified 440 Windsor Hemi sitting on the pallet next to the wall. It seemed to be calling to me. Letting the car idle I got out and looked over the engine. It had twin mounted Holley 650 Dual pumper carburetors and a blower. I didn't need to think about it, I wanted that in my next car, without the blower. I moved the car out to my middle bay then went back with the fork lift to get the engine. Also on the same pallet was the transmission, I was happy to see it was a standard. The others had their cars quickly in their own work bays, happily going over them. I was about halfway finished with my initial inspection of the car, it showed signs of having done a lot of hopping. I got down on a creeper on my stomach to take a better look at the underside. The whole front end had been beefed up. The A-frame and front shocks were Monroe heavy duty truck shocks even the front spindles had been replaced, I was sure the springs weren't original either. The scrapes and gouges underneath testified to the fact she'd seen a lot of air in her day. Rolling out I raised up and caressed the hood. "You're definitely a Jumper aren't you Baby?" "That's what her last owner called her too." I turned to see a young Cheetah standing in front of my work area. "Can I help you with something?" I asked. "Someone said you might know how to fix my Carburetor issues," he stated. "But no one around her so far has been able to get them both in sync." Then he saw the Hemi sitting next to the cherry picker and engine stand. "You know about Blowers too?" "No but Sassy over there does," I pointed to her. "Hey Sassy, you want another Blower? I got one here you can have." Rushing over she looked at the engine in amusement. "I bet that gave them constant fits." "Yeah if they ever managed to get it running," I added. "You sure you don't want it? I'll trade you for it." "No not with those twin Holley's," was my answer. I turned back to the kid. Go get your car and bring it over here," looking through my tool box I added, "If you can find me a two foot dowel rod about a half inch thick bring it along." Sassy and I had just finished getting the engine off the pallet and mounted on the stand when I heard it coming. "Oh my god, it's a miracle it's even running." She giggled as the others came to look over our first customer. I made the slashing motion across my throat, signaling him to shut it off. Then started pulling the pins on the hood. Shaking my head I saw the double throttle cables. "I need a two foot section of Quarter inch All- Thread," I told him as I unhooked the front cable. Then started pulling out the fuel jets one at a time. "I wonder if he hashed this thing together himself," mused Beth behind me looking at the stacked adaptor plates. "Hey he got it to run, give the kid some credit," I told her. When I had all the jets set at the starting point I had Sassy fire it up at an idle. There was a feint hissing sound, one of those plates was sucking air. She shut it off and I started pulling the Carbs and had all three adaptors off before he returned. "What the hell? It took me forever to get those three sealed up," he complained. "Yes and one of them was still sucking air," I told him. Go get me some poster board so I can make you some proper gaskets, while I scrape this crap off the joining surfaces." I had it all cleaned off by the time he got back, and there was a growing crowd watching me work. Using a black magic marker I colored the joining surfaces and pressed them to the poster board to mark my cut outs. Then I showed him where they hadn't matched up flat. "That's all the places you were sucking air," I told him. "This is Permatex Gasket sealer, it'll fill in those low spots once everything is torqued down." "Torqued? I just tightened them by hand," he admitted. Two hours later I had his Carbs back on and the linkage bar fitted and adjusted. Then I let him start it up again. While it was idling I made finer adjustments. Then we stood around listening for any air leaks before I began the revving up adjustments. When I was satisfied I used the dowel rod between the two Carburetors as I sat and revved it up close to full throttle over and over again making even finer adjustments to the throttle advance. "Wow, It never sounded that Bad Ass before, what do I owe you?" Thinking I said, "Find me another transmission just like that one," I pointed to the one sitting on my work bench. Smiling he said, "Deal." And we shook on it. As he drove away he had to be careful not to squeal his tires. We suddenly had a flood of requests. "When we have time, in between fixing our own cars. And the ones we get as priority jobs," I told them. "So what do you want with another transmission?" Taffy asked me. "I saw a Shelby that had a second shift lever, and the driver thought about how he could go in reverse the same speeds he could going forward. Of course I had to ask him about it before he'd think of it." We all laughed as they pulled the images out of my open mind, not wanting to stop until after they saw me knotting with Rafer in the truck. "How the hell does he use it? he can't just go from eighty forward to reverse without stopping the forward motion first," Pointed out Carla. "You're right. You hit neutral as you spin it around then pull the other shifter to switch input gear shafts," They saw the picture in my mind, the same picture I'd picked out of Rafer's head. The shifter moved the main gear out and lined up the second shaft to reverse the direction. "So it's a transmission in a transmission? Cool I like it, I hope we get to see the one that's working. It'll save a lot of experimenting," Sassy said. It was just another side project for us, our main objective still remained the same, Get our own cars running. We were kept busy over the next couple of weeks, as we divided our time between our own cars and ones that needed urgent attention. A young Alpha brought her car to us one day, they hauled it in on a flat bed, and dropped it off in front of Brittany's work station. Kicking the fender she yelled at it, "Piece of junk, why the hell do I keep fixing you up anyway?" "Whoa now, what seems to be the problem?" asked Brittany. "U-joints, and rear differentials. This bitch eats them up like crazy." "Calm down Sassafras," said another alpha as he pulled up next to it. "You calm down! You aren't the one that lost your rear end in a chase. I almost had that asshole too." The windshield was covered in paintball splatters. "Sounds like a bent shaft," Brittany said. "No I checked it myself, put it on the laser tester. That shaft is perfect." It took us almost twenty minutes to pull the shaft. By that time Sassy had the yokes fitted into our own lathe to check it. as she was hooking it up she said, "I see the problem." "What is it?" I asked. "It's on the shaft, but it isn't the shaft itself. The yoke is crooked," She offered. "What speed gives you the most trouble?" "Between ninety and a hundred," supplied Sassafras. As she looked over Sassy's shoulder. "See this Yoke is crooked, not by much but at that speed, it's enough," She started the shaft turning slowly and got out the cutter. "I'll true it up for you for a price. And you can let me repair the long term damage to the Tranny while I'm at it, it needs a new tail shaft." "Crap it took me and Rafer three months to build that thing. How long to get it fixed?" she asked. "That depends on how much damage there is, and what you have to offer in trade." I let Brittany and Sassy do the bargaining. "I could sleep with each of you for a month," offered the young woman. "Have either of you been with a cheetah?" She shifted to cheetah girl form. I shifted to my Shar form. "Actually they have." "I, I thought you were a wolf," she said confused. I quickly shifted from one shape to the next as her jaw dropped open. "You're, you can do multiple forms, you're a Poly-Morph." "Stephanie?" interrupted Sassy sliding out from under the car. "I'll do it for an even Swap," She looked at the girl, "I'll have you back on the road in say three days. Rebuilt tail shaft and all. All I want is to blueprint the transmission." "Well if you're going to be monopolized for three days I want some entertainment," Brittany said. "Let's go to my quarters." Between sassy and I we had the transmission out and everything Blue printed in less than a day. Beth used the TIG to weld the halves of two other tail shafts together, then we pressure tested them to make sure there were no leaks. Then while Sassy worked on the girls car, Beth, Carla and I began building our own Dual Trannies. Two days later Sassy tapped on Brittany's door. "Sassafras's car is finished," she said, and heard a delighted squeal as the girl rushed naked to the door. "Really? That was fast. Can I test drive it?" she wanted to know. "Can you wait about three hours so Stephanie and Sassy can go up top with you? They have their cars up finally and want to try out the new transmissions they built off of yours." "In two days, they really built them that fast?" she said, "Let me get hold of Rafer, he'll want to be in on the test run for you guys." Ninety minutes later Rafer, Molly, and Felicity cruised into the bay area, Sassafras rushed over to Molly. "They fixed it up Quick Mom, I can't wait to see how she runs." "Mom," we all thought simultaneously. "I adopted her," came the thought from Molly. "Yeah her and Tribe are like Mom and Dad to the lot of us," Rafer confirmed. "Tribe, Tess is at the day care," Molly said over the direct intercom link. "If I'm not home by dinner time please pick her up and have her ready for bed by Eight." She turned to us. "My daughter is anxious to meet you all. So we should get started. I think we'll all fit on the Elevators at once. Rolling toward the huge elevators I notice the three Semi teams gearing up to follow. "You ladies ready for this?" asked Molly as we all crowded onto the lifts. At the top we followed her to the huge doors of the garage where we were met by another Alpha on foot. He walked the line of our cars handing each of us a small packet. Inside each was Two Grand in cash, a GPS navigation unit and a small disc object. "The disc identifies you to the fuel Camels. The Nav unit will take you to the nearest Alliance Vehicle, just in case something happens." The huge doors opened quicker than I thought they would and we streamed out behind Molly. I was expecting her to hit the interstate, but crossed over to the other side and kept going for about five miles. Then her turn signal came on and I followed. As she pulled over and stopped she said, "Welcome to the playground." "Playground?" "Yes Carla, anything outside the five mile radius of the base is our playground. "We move fast, hit hard, play hard and have fun doing it." "So any friendlies around here that can be trusted if push comes to shove?" I asked. "Of course there are," Felicity answered. "You'll meet a few as we go," I caught the image of the State Troopers passing it on to my team. "Any that know all about us?" Taffy asked through the mental link. "Sure there's a few natural Shifters around living among the natives," I knew Rafer meant the locals when he thought that to us. "Ok, guys look alive Arina One just crossed into the playground. You can bet her Alpha's are spread out ahead of her," Molly said. "This is a game we play a lot. Trying to get inside each other's defenses without getting tagged. The deeper they get a rig in the higher the score," Said Sassafras. "Yes and I don't want to see one of their damned rigs sitting on my elevator this time," came a new voice in everyone's head. She sounded both young and pissed off. "Not happening this time Tamara, at least not if 13D's group is as good a mechanics as they claim to be," Felicity said. "Ok that's enough. Pass out the paintball guns we brought for the Newby's," commanded Molly. "The rules are simple if you get a paintball in the center of your windshield your out of the game." "We use Black paint, they use Red. There are other groups we play with as well we each have our own color. If someone calls a firefly the game is over and we look for real hostiles. Now let's break up and move out" "Laptops on Ladies?" Stephanie thought to her team. "Rogo Steph," my team echoed in my mind. "Starting Mapping sequential link," Sassy said as our HUD's came to life. I adjusted mine over and slightly down to the right. I hated having it right in front of me. "Black Three, you want to stay loose, we got two running double carbs that are going to need a lot of fuel," Rafer said. I snorted and thought to him, "Dream on sucker." "Stephanie, your group hasn't had a chance to do weapons Modifications yet. If it drops in the pan I want you to hit the rigs, Got it?" Tribe's voice echoed in my head. We'd been playing cat and mouse for a while then finally I got the chance to try out the new Tranny. Beth's car had developed an oil pressure loss, so she'd dropped it at a Safe point. Sassy, Taffy and I were headed in for a kill on one of the invading Rigs when another one popped out of nowhere and unloaded three FAV's. "Holy shit, where did they come from?" Beth asked checking the side mirror. "Here goes," I said as I hooked a moonshine turn at seventy dropping into neutral at the same time. When my wheels were going backward I pulled the T lever on the shifter and popped the clutch flooring it at the same time. The first thing I saw were the flashes then the holes stitched across the windshield. "Mother fuck that's," started Beth. "Firefly, Firefly, Arina Two has a Firefly," someone yelled out. I recognized it as one of the voices I'd heard the night we broke out. Sassy and Taffy closed together behind me as we formed a reverse wedge at eighty miles an hour. "Now I thought as I saw the two lead FAVs close in and begin gaining on us. They hit the brakes hard, which dropped my nose just before the two in the lead reached me the one on my right went up and over in a roll to the center median. The one to my left rolled in under the trailer of Arina Two. The third was going too fast to stop and decided to go up and over. But I was already pushing my girls forward. They gunned it and spread open just enough so when he came down he only caught one side. Taffy swerved in to complete the roll, but he jumped from the driver's seat. The other alpha pinned between Taffy and the now doomed FAV. The semi They'd come from began speeding up to go after Arina Two, and was now ahead of us. We had to get around it somehow. The Alpha was still on top of Taffy but holding on for his life. Beth was ready to go out the window to take him on as we moved up beside them. Taffy was still trying to get in front of the Rig which was having trouble getting it's ramp up. "NO MORE!" screamed the strange voice in my head as the Alpha suddenly raised up drawing his 'I', then using it like a javelin launched it through the driver's door of the semi before flattening back out on Taffy's roof. The government's rig swerved sideways and then ran off into the ditch taking out signs and guard rail as it went. "Arina Two recovering Stephanie's group," we heard as the rear ramp began to drop rapidly ahead of us. Taffy reached up and unlocked the moon roof, then slid it back. "Get in if you're serious," she thought. He slid through the opening into the passenger seat, "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet," she was beginning her approach to the ramp. "Taffy, hold off," I thought to her. Carla, Cassidy and Brittany had just started closing in on us from the rear. "We gotta go back and pick up my beast," Beth thought to the rest of us. "It's already in your work bay," said someone we didn't recognize. "In that case lets open em up and head in," I thought to the others as Rafer and Sassafras closed in on us. "Anybody need my services?" asked Black Three. "Naw I'm still above half," I replied. "No way, those twin Holley's suck too much fuel," Rafer said. "You just topped off right?" I asked. "Yeah So?" Let's push it to the barn, or do you need to set up a refuel between here and there? We're all good." In my mind the route he was going to take came into full view. We had other plans though. He was actually laughing as we let him take the lead. But soon he stopped as we drafted less than a foot off each other's bumpers. He drove harder and then Sassy pulled out around to force him onto a side road. We began taking turns herding him where we wanted him to go, stretching the hundred miles out for another eighty. We finally let him on the interstate with a straight in shot. Only to have his Turbo cough as the last of his fuel ran out on the off ramp. The seven of us closed in around him. Carla and Beth blocking traffic as we used our own cars to push and guide his the rest of the way at ninety six MPH. When Taffy finally pulled away and to the left he began braking as he shot through the huge Garage doors. "Fuel check," I thought openly to the others. Brittany was the lowest with just under an Eighth of a tank. Carla had the most at just over a Quarter. "How'd you manage that," demanded Sassy. "I tweaked my intake scoop to suck in more of his exhaust. Hell I doubt I needed anything out of my own tank when we pushed him real hard," laughed Carla "Yeah talk about a fuel waster, it misted my windshield. I was glad when he ran out of gas." We all laughed.