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those that were covering the intakes. It seems that I was wrong. She has a lot more men than I was lead to believe.” I said.
    “How many?” Amy asked.
    “Well, if we believe Bob she has another fifteen men at her base.” I said.
    “It’ll be hard taking on that many.” Chris said.
    “I don’t think it will. We have better weapons and some training and she just has thugs.” Amy said.
    “That’s beside the point. We just don’t have enough people to do a run against that many.” Chris said.
    “That brings up another point. I want you to start teaching Mike and Tessa tomorrow.” I said.
    “That’ll help.” He said.
    “You said he had told you where they were, Marc.” David said.
    I looked at him and said “It’s about three miles away. They’re holed up in High Duffield. Apparently that’s where she went after leaving here and it’s also where she met Thomas.  I want to hit them in the next couple of days.”
    “I get to kill her.” Amy said out of the blue.
    We all turned to look at her and she said “She tried to kill me and she kidnapped Marc. I want to make sure she dies this time.”
    “Fair enough, as long as I get Thomas.” Chris said.
    “Hey, hold on, what do I get?” David said.
    “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.” Chris said, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
    “Okay, so we know where she is and roughly how many we are going up against.” I turned to look at Mike and Tessa “Sorry for the baptism of fire for you two, but we need to get rid of this problem soon.” I said.
    “I understand.” Tessa said.
    “It’s about time she got what she deserves.” Mike said.
    “Okay, it’s getting late so let’s all go get some sleep. The next couple of days are going to hard. I suggest that we meet tomorrow night in the Operations room and go over a plan on how we are going to do this.” I said.
    Everyone either nodded or said okay and drifted from the room leaving just Amy and myself.
    “Come on, let’s get to bed.” Amy said.
    I raised an eyebrow at the way she said that. But I allowed myself to be pulled up and along to the lifts. We headed down to my room without saying a word. She pushed my door open and pulled me into the room. All I could see was her face close to mine. Those eyes I could fall into and never surface. The next thing I knew we were kissing and our hands were rushing over zips and buttons trying to get our clothes off. Somehow in the struggle to remove clothes we ended up on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. The rest of the night passed by in a blur of heavy breathing and sweat.

Chapter Nine
    The morning came and I found myself alone in my bed. Rolling over, I covered my head with a pillow and tried to fall back to sleep but thoughts of last night kept battering my brain. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge, running my hands through my hair. I sat trying to remember when Amy had left me. Standing, I stretched my muscles and headed for the shower. I was sure my body smelt of stale sweat and sex.
    As usual, the shower washed it off and after a few minutes I felt like myself. Stepping out of the shower I towelled myself down and went in search of finding some clean clothes. Once I was dressed, I gathered up the sweaty sheets and carried them to the door. It was only then that I noticed the pile of dirty clothes next to it. I really needed to get these washed. Laying a sheet on the floor, I piled my dirty clothes and the other sheets in the centre and made a sack. Picking up my rifle and hanging it over my shoulder. I grasped my sack of dirty laundry and headed off to the third floor and the barrack rooms that had washing machines.
    The third floor was busy and it shocked me to see how many people we actually had in the bunker now. Moving toward the nearest barrack room, I was intercepted by an old woman.
    “And where do you think you’re going?” She asked.
    “Er…I’m going to wash my gear.” I said, a little shocked.
    “No