1 comments/ 3496 views/ 0 favorites Aftermath Ch. 03 By: AylahAyres 3 I locked the door and walked to the elevator. My breasts felt out of place in my bra. I had begun to fix them by grabbing the bottom of my strapless and giving them a hefty lift. They felt great, my hands lingering lifting and squeezing. Just then the elevator opened. A smiling woman in a tank top with matching yoga pants was standing there in the center of the elevator looking right at me. She was early thirties with classic European features. Her blond hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail that screamed pull me. Her head tilted eyes brows up as she took a step into the elevator. "Well that's a bold invitation." She continued past me. I stepped into the elevator as she came out trying not to bump into her. She turned gave me a once over before she said in an incredibly sexy accent, "Maybe another time when you're not on your way out." I was half way down before I could close my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to go back up and find out what she was offering. I had gathered enough composure to make it out the doors and into cab instead of taking that elevator back up and find out what yoga pants meant by that. I wondered if she had a cowboy hat too. I finally flagged down a cab at 7:32 and already began thinking of a three part apology. Mells was a little sensitive to people being late and people acting as though her time was not as valuable as others. It was a rant I had heard many times. I arrived at the club at 7:46 and decided to blame the lack of cabs. I began weaving through the dancing bodies of the packed club. I spotted her right away at the back corner in a small booth. She had two shots of tequila and a vodka soda waiting for me. Her golden locks put in a semi twist so that the curls underneath were swept to the side of her neck. Her cream lace blouse a green ribbon under the bust and a fitted pair of charcoal slacks. It was adorable when she dressed up to pretend she was the top in our sexless relationship. She grabbed my waist and gave me an intimate hug in the way only she could get away with. "Sit. Drink. Spill. Tell me how to make it better. She sat down listening to every word all the while talking over me to get me to go on the train of thought she wanted to follow. I talked her back around in circles so that we ended up on the paths I began. She gave me shit for sleeping with Sherry then commended me for telling him the truth. I couldn't tell her that I slept with her so that I could access the security cameras so I took the scolding with grace. I slammed the two shots back waited for her to finish her beer. It was a club we went to many times. It was filled with straights, bis and gays. They were all here to get laid or the rare find someone to date. I liked it for the music. I got Mells hooked on old school metal and grunge. I took her hand and walked to the dance floor. She danced in front of me arms up around my neck as she swayed to the beat. I caught the cutest little thing watching. She had short black hair, purple corset and black tights. 'Fun!' I thought liking my lips. I slid my hands down the front of Mells as I stared intently at the Punk girl. Her eyes shifted from my eyes to my hands watching I could see the heat rise in her skin. I grabbed Mells by the hips and spun her around so that Punk Girl would get a perfect view of my wide hips and round ass. Mells knew what was up so she gave my ass a bit of a squeeze and then a pat before she said she was running to the bathroom. I nodded and continued to dance for Punk Girl. My hips moved in a smooth hypnotic to the music. I slowly rotated my hips to turn my body around so that I could face her. I found her dancing behind me to the same rhythm. Neither of us said anything we just looked at each other's faces as our body danced in perfect rhythm. She leaned in close and brushed her lips along my neckline. I heard her inhale my scent. As she came up my jaw line to have her lips brush mine I pulled her into me and gave her a crushing kiss that made my own head spin. She moaned in my mouth in response. I felt Malls close to me so I pulled back. Mells was standing beside me with our purses waiting patiently. I took my purse and got out my personal calling card. I slid it slowly into Punk Girl's front pocket and threw my arm around Mells neck. I looked back as we walked to the front door. She was looking at me making the hand signal of I will call you. We got outside, the air was that cool dampness you get from the great lakes. I lit two smokes at the same time. "Do you want to stay and dance and drink some more?" Mells asked as she took one of the lit cigarettes from my mouth. "That sounds..." I trailed off looking to the side listening to the streets because I was most certain I heard a man yelling. I then heard crying and the unmistakable crack sound of flesh and bone being struck with something hard as it echoed through the night. The streets were still busy enough for the sound to be ignored. I ripped off my stilettos cursing. Like a loyal sidekick Mellissa ran behind me picking up my shoes behind me. Priorities to some are simply a nescience to me. I was running as fast as my bare feet could run while watching the street as to not step on anything sharp. I grappled the building corner as to not lose momentum or over shoot my trajectory. I dropped my right shoulder to slam into the man who was about to kick the crying woman huddled on the ground. I hit just under his left shoulder blade so that he fell forward into the wall. I grabbed his right elbow all at same time so that he couldn't break his fall. I used his weight to bring us onto the ground I had both his arms and my knee firmly his small his back. I did this in one fluid motion before anyone knew but me as to what was happening. I patted him for weapons. I found a glock in the waist of the back his pants. I pulled it out wrenched on his arm harder so that he would be struck with pain. I did it to give me that few extra seconds to empty the clip safely. I wiped down my prints with his shirt and threw the clip and the gun in the corner behind the dumpster. The man kept yelling profanities in protest. I heard Mells feet come around the corner. "Give me your ribbon! Make sure she's okay!" I yelled to her. Something I could always count on was her carrying out orders without a word of protest and when a crisis was over then she would have her melt down. I took the ribbon from her hand tying the yelling man's hands together expertly. I stood up giving my body a good stretch before I put my foot firmly on his back. Mells had the woman in her arms rocking her back and forth in the comforting way that seemed to help people when they are in pain or sad. I made sure the guy couldn't see our faces while I took his wallet out of his front pocket of his jacket. I had pressure in the middle of his back so that he couldn't get up while I looked through his wallet. First thing I saw was the badge. 'Fuck. A Batter.' I thought. I took the money out of the wallet and his cards. 'I'll take care of you later' I thought while ignored his threats. "Hail a cab from across the street. Take her with you. Come here first." I handed her the money and nodded to the woman signaling to Mells that the money was for her. I didn't say it out loud because I didn't want the bastard to blame the woman for what happened but the least he could do was pay for her medical bills. There was a good five grand there. I wiped my prints off the wallet but kept his gym membership card and threw the rest in the dumpster. I wasn't going to take any cards with chips in it so that I could be tracked. I stood up. Leaning backwards to see if they had gotten in the cab I didn't see them. "Stay down you sorry son of a bitch or I'll shoot." He lay still. I silently walked backwards on the balls of my feet grabbing my purse that I dropped when turning the corner. I got my folding flats out of my purse slipped them on and walked down the street as if nothing happened. I walked back to the club. I took out a smoke and asked the man standing alone if he had a lighter. He lit my smoke for me while I made polite small talk. I watched out of the corner of my eye to see the man I tackled come staggering out of the alley way. He looked wildly around the street for his attacker. An unmarked car stopped and two people helped him in. I flicked my smoke as the car drove past. I touched the man on the shoulder, "Thanks for the light." I walked back down the street to the alley way. I picked up the shredded ribbon I tied the man up with before the sweepers found it. 'Stupid Batters never think about DNA. The sweepers sure would.' I had about two minutes to clean up and get on my way. I pulled out my hair spray bottle of highly concentrated explosive spray and covered every inch that Mellissa and I had touched. I stepped out onto the street, lit a smoke and held out a hand. As I stepped into the cab I flicked my smoke into the alley corner and felt the heat of the fire that erupted. "6th ave and 19th street please." Like most cabbies they ignored all the strange and violent things that surrounded them. It was the only way to survive. I got to Mells house to find her sitting on her steps of her condo smoking furiously. I walked towards her thinking, 'And here comes the melt down.' "You okay?" I asked. "Lillian Alexandria Scott!" She scolded. 'The LAS.... Yup, I'm in shit.' I looked her right in eye and waited. "You can't just run around saving damsels in distress from guys!" She threw her arms up and down in the air making that really funny face women make when they are mad. "You can't be some cocktail dress wearing vigilante! The batters won't stand for it one of these days you're going to get pinched or shot!" She was stamping her feet and I was trying to keep a straight face because it was so funny in such an ironic way and she had no idea. "I will never, Never forgive you if you get killed Lily!" She looked at me really hard as if she was trying to get me to promise not to get killed. "Why are you laughing?" She asked. "I'm not." Trying to be serious and failing not to smirk. "What's so funny!?" I looked at her little fists on her hips. I couldn't help but start to laugh. She wound up and clocked me right in the jaw. That was it I was holding my sides 'Oh man, I gotta pull myself together but it's just so funny!' "I'm sorry! It's just that you're making the cute angry face and you think you can punch!" I'm laughed. She threw another but I ducked and scooped her up in a hug. Melissa started to cry in my arms. 'Ah hell.' "Don't cry. We are okay. That woman, where did you take her?" I asked. "I," Melissa sobbed, "dropped her off at the hospital but stayed out of camera view like you taught me." She squeezed me tighter. "Things are getting worse Lily; it's not like when we were kids. You can't keep doing this. You're supposed to keep your nose out of trouble and off the radar like you taught me. Why can't you follow your own rules?" I squeezed her back. "I don't know." It was the only answer I had even to myself. You would think I would know better. I can do a lot of things that the sheep can't. It's the reason I cannot turn a blind eye or do nothing. Melissa and I just sat on the steps holding each other lost in our own thoughts. Sheep, the slang term used by the government for the people not in service to the country. The sheppards as they call them are the patrols of the city to keep the sheep in line. We call them batters because they are dumb as sticks and carry billy clubs and guns. The government's goons. The resistance has been driven underground. Every ten years a small civil war breaks out. People die and they are more powerful and the resistance has become an underground council. Resorting to covert Intel, assassinations and secret penetration of parliament. Dangerous work for someone to get into. If I was caught for attacking that Batter I would be sent to fields to work without trial for 15 years then sentenced to death. It was why I had to be so careful with him not seeing our faces. "Get some sleep love, I'm going to head home and clean up. Maybe ice my jaw." I teased. I kissed her on the forehead. "Night." "Night Pan." She said her voice sounding distant. I only lived three blocks from her so I walked home. It took me 9 minutes to get into my apartment and pass out on my couch. Aftermath Ch. 04-05 4 I woke up to a familiar searing pain in my left shoulder; the one that had hit the wall when I charged the Batter. I blinked my eyes into focus my arm and shoulder were wedged into the couch cushions. My right foot wedged into the corner I had slept as twisted up as a tasty twizzler. I straightened out and stretched a deep unattractive stretch and scratch along the sides the way women do only when they are alone. I scratched at the hose I was still wearing. Now fully alert I was ready to get my ass out of this dress. I clicked my jaw. 'She got me pretty good.' I dropped my dress on the floor and headed to my kitchen. 'Coffee....' As soon as I got to the cupboards I heard my front door creak open. I had made the front door creak when I moved in by bending the hinge slightly. I got on the balls of my feet. Running on pure instinct I grabbed the peering knife on the counter. I was only wearing my strapless bra and black lace underwear. I listened to the heavy shuffling feet that were trying to be quiet. Those feet were headed towards me. I grabbed a towel put it over the knife. "George? What did you get at the store for breakfast?" I called out as I came around the corner to confront the intruder. "Who the hell is George? Nice thong!"Melissa said as she shuffled into my living room. "Thanks. How did you get in? I thought you were a burglar." I lied. I put the towel and knife onto the on the counter. 'I know I locked the door. Unless... that sneaky son of bitch.' I frowned looking for a clue he would have left me. "You're door was unlocked and I'm not here to rob you. I have coffee!" said exclaimed as she hugged me and handed me a hot cup of delicious fuel. I took a sip, "Mmmm. This is a great big cup of I'm sorry for punching you. Thanks!" She smiled and did a little mock bow. "Saturday will be I'm sorry for putting you in danger shopping day." She chuckled, "Oh I love that kind!" She headed for the arm chair folding herself up cradling her coffee. "That involves purses and accessories for hair and shoes and a dresses ooh and hair and," "Hey," I interrupted "I didn't get you shot! Calm down." Montage of shopping played in my head. It made my stomach hurt. 'Oh I'm getting heartburn.' I stood my ground firmly, "Spa and dress." When bargaining with Melissa you always had to start small so that she felt like she won in the end. She straightened up in the chair. When it came to shopping in her mind it meant business. "Spa, dress, shoes, purse, hair and two hours of window shopping." "shoes, dress, spa." I countered. "Shoes, dress, spa, purse and hair. "No way!" I threw my hand in the air. 'I would like to that my mother for my acting lessons' I leaned in giving her a grumpy puppy dog look, "Shoes, dress spa. That's it that's all." Putting my hands on my hips I mock her seriousness. 'Here comes the part where I win.' "Fine. Shoes, dress and spa. You're buying breakfast and we are getting massages." I walked over holding out my hand. "Deal." I shook her hand, "I would have taken jewelry too but it's too late." I walked to my room leaving her stewing. I lost the hose and threw on comfy pants and a tee. "It's my turn to start first!" I yelled as I heard her getting the scrabble board out. "What do you want for breakfast?" She called out. "You don't work today? Sweet or salty?" I answered. "They sent us home early. Both please!" She cheered. "Pancakes and omelets!" I asked. "French toast and bacon!" she exclaimed. I walked back to the living room. "I'm out of bacon, how about ham omelets and pancakes?" "Okay." She smiled as she shook the tile bag then picked out her letters. I went to the cupboard and got out two packs of dehydrated omelets and pancakes and put them in the hydrator. I picked out my tiles. TYIDALU. I laughed to myself. I put down DUALITY. "74 points." The timer beeped. I went to the kitchen served out the steaming omelets and fluffy pancakes. I handed her the plate. "I hate you." She joked as she stuffed her mouth with pancake. It was a good day of laughs with my favourites. Food, scrabble and Mells. The kind of day I need before I complete an assignment. *** I had looped the security cameras in the building I used to be employed the day I spent with Sherry; Mr. Swanson's wife. It took me a month to find it but Swanson had put his safe in the floor it was voice activated full hand scan as well as retina scan. As much as spy movies make it looked easy it very hard to get a full hand print of a paranoid recluse that never leaves his office until he leaves for the evening. I unfolded my cardboard folder from inside my shirt as I walked to the safe that was under a potted plant. Damn thing is metal lined and the safe is in the floor no outside detectors could see it. No wonder someone paid top dollar for these wanted documents. The documented files were of Derek's off shore accounts which were hard evidence of the tax evasion. It was punishable by death all assets were liquidated. Sherry would get exactly half. I on the other hand knew that Derek Swanson has been selling attractive F's in the sex trade market in Bangladesh. A place where he keeps his favourites. 'Someone who has sold the soul of an innocent child deserves to rot.' Feeling resolved I continued my work. I took the diamonds and gold so that I could donate them to the cause. It also covered the fact that I was after only one thing. I put everything back in its place. My heart was pounding with adrenaline I just took down one of the largest slave trader. I couldn't resist the urge I began skipping down the street with joy. Let people look I didn't care, when I found out what my parents. I vowed in my heart to take them down one by one. 5 I woke up to yoga pants tip toeing around my bathroom. I rolled over and stretched my limbs as far as I could make them, forming a star. There's nothing like insane tantric sex before bed. I slept like a rock and wake up feeling limber and alert ready to tackle the world. I looked at the clock 8:15. 'Tons of time.' I rolled over again planting my feet on the floor and stood up in one fluid motion. I walked over to the bathroom to find her with the door open and she was sitting on the counter with her legs spread and only wearing a grin. I knew exactly what she wanted only she was going to have to wait. Without saying a word or changing my facial expression I stepped into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, while closing the door from behind with my foot holding her tightly against me as I whispered against her lips in a low needful voice, "Now that's a bold invitation." A throaty sexy giggle that escaped her, thrusting my sex drive into 5th gear of urgent. Still holding her tight I swung her around and slammed her against the door. She made a "Argh" noise when she hit the door. My hands moved up the sides of her as I brought my knee up between her legs to support her weight. My hands moving up the front of her so that my thumbs brushed her tight pointing nipples. My mouth hovering over hers; backing up my face every time she leaned in closer. My right hand reached her throat. I could feel her pulse jump. I placed my thumb and first finger holding that held delicate line under her jaw bone so that I could tilt that pretty face and dive my teeth into her neck. I inhaled that sweet cashmere scent women get when they are turned on. As I nibbled on her skin from jaw to collar bone she whimpered moans of encouragement. Her moaning was like a drug, my need to taste her turned into desperation. I was determined to keep control no matter how hard I had to fight it. I wanted her to be lost in a haze of lust before I feasted on her. Something about the way she was so sure she could get everything she wanted was driving me crazy. She could get it alright, at my pace not hers. With determination my hands turned into fists of her hair. I tilted her mouth to mine as I kissed her with ultimate possession. Hot and hungry. She put her arms around my neck. I slid my hands down her body to cup that well exercised ass, lifting her so I could put her legs back around my waist. I began grinding my pelvis against her heat. I positioned her legs wide enough that her pearl of pleasure was rubbing against my lower stomach. I could feel her sweet honey dripping between us making the skin that touched between us slick. I was moving in slow deep circles being very aware of what I was grinding against. All the while kissing until her breath became so ragged with the need for release she began to shake. I put her down on her feet. I pushed her up against the door to steady her so that I could devour her gorgeously ripe nipples cupping them up to my mouth. My hand cupped the heat between her legs. I slid my middle finger into that slick velvet folds. I drew circles on her beginning. I wanted her to beg for it. First she whimpered for it softly in my ear. Her teeth on my neck dragging along my skin she was going to bruise the skin. I ran two fingers in her slickness up and down and up and down. then drove those two fingers deep inside then twisted my hand so that I could get them to go just that extra bit deeper. Her eyes widen at the shock. It was a strange feeling but as I drove my fingers in and out of her I could feel them inside myself. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate. The harder I drove her the more I could feel. I opened my eyes to see the chandelier in my bedroom ceiling. I looked around. "Damn." I cursed because I had realized it had been a vivid dream nothing more. A dream so vivid I woke up fingering myself. I need to get this woman out of my head. I looked at the clock, 8:30. I got up and headed to the washroom. Turning on the shower I stepped in. Washing away my desire for the woman in the yoga pants. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. 'I need a hardcore work out.' I pushed in the tiles above the hot and cold taps then turned the shower head to the right then gave it a tug outwards. The back wall of the shower slid silently into the wall to the left revealing my hidden wardrobe and costume room. I stepped over the tub letting the wall close behind me. I had stepped into a small elevator I pressed the second button on the panel. It was run on a completely independent nano generator. My entire system ran off the grid and worth every ounce of gold. Shortly after my parents had died I bought four apartments under three aliases. I picked one high profile, one mundane and one simple. On one of my first assignments I had met Marc. It was a strange relationship we had. Only speaking to one another when we were in need of a partner. Occasionally he breaks into my apartment and steals my underwear. One time I had left my computer on with my favourite porn clip minimized on the bottom screen I came home to find my favourite pair tossed on my desk stiffened with his cum. Since then I started leaving my favourite toy and a video of a break in and entering where the woman is sleeping only to wake up to find a man hard and has his way with her. Maybe one day he will take the hint. I was basically giving him permission to take me and he had yet to respond. 'How disappointing.' It had been a long time since I was with a man and I didn't do relationships. It left me few options because I wasn't into men that fucked a different woman every night. I was aware of the double standard and the flaws in my logic when I will take any woman home that suits my fancy. I had looked for any evidence of him being in my apartment. Sadly I had found none. Maybe one day I will have my way with him. Marc had the ultimate of connections when it came to creating a bulletproof alias. An agent who worked for the government. He was the director of class B immigration. He was faithful to the cause but was also an addict and would do almost anything for a fix. I had him create an alias that I would be able to keep as long as I was in need of one. Sometimes it was the simple one that I liked best. People open doors and give you a seat on the bus when your name is Ethel-May Trail and you're pushing into your 70's. No one really notices the elderly. It was my best alias for getting in and out of the apartment quickly without anyone taking notice. I bought the apartments so that I could build a small elevator while the building was being completed. This way no one would know any differently if the bathrooms in 19c to 23c were 3 feet shallower than the rest and no storage closet. Each floor had their purpose. I had also explosion and sound proofed them. 23c was my absolute favourite with all my toys and books. 23c was my big splurge compared to the others; especially my apartment 19c which was under my birth name. If I didn't have Mel I would have killed that part of my life off completely. Everyone notices you when you are 5'10, waist length hair that is naturally black with purple and blue highlights. More indigo than blue. My parents had paid a small fortune to have my hair, eyes and skin genetically altered while I was nothing but an embryo. They gave me caramel skin that feels like satin and hair that grows too fast. It was thick and shines like a midnight navy satin curtain. My eyes a glowing ice blue. They had named Lillian Alexandria Scott and believed I would be a famous actress just like my mother. I was famous just not the way they were hoping. I have my mother's looks. Sinewy with a killer hourglass shape, my chest being on the larger side caused me more problems than good. They probably bought those too. I had my father's intelligence. I was able to assess a situation and calculate the probable income much faster than most. I worked very hard exercising my mind and body to keep an upper hand. One would think I had it all. The only thing that is missing is emotion. I can fake emotion better than any actress in New Hollywood. I don't know if they had it removed in some way, I do know for certain is that unless it is a strong emotion such as what I feel for Melissa; I do not feel at all. I am completely indifferent. I only choose to be good not because I feel I should. The elevator stopped and the door opened. As I walked through the room as the lights and music began to play. I had a playlist of all the old music that my grandparents listened to. When you think of grandparents you think the type of music they like is the top 40 songs of their younger years. In reality it was the type of music that made me want to have sex, fight or go on an epic adventure. Dead souls by Nine Inch nails began to play. I had become obsessed how the music made me feel when I discovered grandmother's old workout play list. She was the one that taught me to box. Grandfather was the one that taught me how to hunt. My grandparents were the ones who shaped me and taught me right from wrong. She instilled in me a great sense of justice and told me about how life and governments used to be. I was in one of my wardrobe rooms. Every floor opened up to one except for 19c the one I lived in as Lily. I lived as one would stereo type a young attractive woman of her mid twenties. Struggling to get my life in order, drinking on weekdays and showing off all my expensive clothes. I had the wardrobe placed in the center of the wall as if I gave two shits about cloths. 'A Channel vest is not going to stop a bullet going through me. Kevlar will.' I thought to myself as I dressed. I put on a pair of spandex pants and a tank top that was loose enough to box in. I opened the double doors on the other side to walk into my personal gym. Gleaming maple wood floors. Large bench for stretching and lifting weights. I had a heavy bag in the center with all the other equipment strategically placed so that I could do my circuit as efficiently as possible. I moved to the bench so I could stretch my limbs. "Clint Mansell." I called to the computer. My play list of the composer from the late 90's to 2040's always got me in the right mind set. Dead reckoning began to play. I could feel my pulse beating to first violin. I began every session with a series of difficult yoga positions keeping my balance keen. I moved to my heavy bag. Throwing various punches until my arms began to ache. Next was close encounter training high knees and low hard kicks. I wrestled with the body bag until my muscles began to scream in protest. I got up stretched out all the stiffness that was settling into my limbs and hopped onto my treadmill. "News." The music shut off. The back wall which had looked like a simple mirrored wall was now a screen showing ten different channels of the world news. I watched the screens as I jogged. Europe still at war with one another. They had called it the 50 year civil war. It began in the late 2010's with the fall of Greece. It was then the European currency, the Euro, began dragging its surrounding countries into a black hole of poverty and chaos. The people pulled into bankruptcy because their country had become corrupt and was no longer a true democracy. The trouble was every country on the planet was the in exact same detrimental situation. For 100 years globalization had turned into complex webs of lies and secrecy between each country finding different ways to push their beliefs on each other. The governments calling it politics, I call it 'how to take as much from one another while keeping the general public placated with their reality TV and the American dream of go to college, get married, buy a house with a garage and have 2.5 children work until retirement and then live off your pension until you die.' The trouble with that dream was that there ended up having too many retirees to cover the pensions; all the while the poor and the blue collars were getting openly robbed by their country through the banks. Retiring became a privilege. At the same time the world was dealing with Global warming, mass food shortages, record earth shaping earthquakes and hurricanes. Wars for the human right of freedom and food spread throughout Europe. Putin of Russia began putting a one world order campaign of one billion through the UN in place. The laws in North America began to change as they watched Rome burn once again. Governments began setting up their chess pieces against the ill informed citizens so that they do not have a choice but to fold under the pressure. Once the middle class had been eradicated the governments began a new classing system. Cities were separated into classes. Class (A+) were the government officials living on parliament hill Class (A) were the rich and famous of our country living lives of inherited wealth. (A-) were the politicians and military officials. (B) is the higher functioning office workers such as engineers and architects. (B-) are the (B)'s assistants or secretaries while the (B+) were the owners of the companies. The class system worked all the way down to (F). If you were classed into and (F) and deemed nonthreatening you were all but a slave. Working only for food and shelter, you were neutered and placed in working camps where you worked for your food and shelter. They were neutered because the government had marketed them as useless eaters and they needed to be eradicated to ensure man kinds survival. The most humane way to go about this was to allow them to live with dignity by giving back to their country as a thank you for their life. That was what kind of propaganda they spoon fed the public. Personally, I think a bullet to the back the head would be kinder than being a slave. Yet who would work the mines? Who would make our clothes? Who would do all the undesirable jobs for no pay? These were questions very few would even ask themselves in private because without (F)'s we would have to send the (D)'s to do the work. Then who would serve us our fast food and daily coffee? Society as we know it is no better than the Roman Empire thousands of years ago. We simply have better tools and less orgies.