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    “You told me there were five people with you: I only count four,” the government suit says
    “My navigator,” Patrick replies. He turns and looks past us toward the Humvee. “She isn’t so mobile, and I thought it would be okay for her to stay in the truck until we knew what was going on.”
    “We can allow that. For now,” the politician answers, like he’s giving us a gift.
    This guy is creepy.
    “Do you have any guns besides the one on top of the Humvee?” the man asks.
    “What? Oh no. We don’t even know how to use that one,” Patrick lies and I think he must be getting the same vibe that I am.
    “Good. You see, while we are still operating as the United States, I have declared martial law. The Constitution has been suspended.” A broad smile crosses the older man’s face.
    “So, my name is Patrick and I feel like we got off on a weird foot. Maybe we should do introductions and then we can all go inside and finish this conversation?” Patrick says awkwardly. He can’t stand still and I suddenly feel naked without a weapon.
    “Nice to meet you, Patrick. I’m Senator—or Acting President—Williams, and this is Mr. White and Mr. Black. It’s interesting that you need something, because I need something, too,” the man claiming to be president replies.
    “Um, what do we need?” Patrick asks. He never saw this as a negotiation; he was bound to fail from the start.
    “You need food and a safe place to rest, of course, you said so yourself,” Senator Williams explains.
    “Right. And what do you need?” Patrick appears to have just realized that a trade is about to be proposed.
    “Ahhhh, I’m glad you asked,” the senator says. “A willingness to negotiate and compromise are important survival skills in these uncertain times.” His silver hair is probably the same color as his tongue.
    This is a classic power and control tactic. He’s dictated our needs and is withholding the details of his own. My guess is he’s hoping we offer up a blank check to do “whatever he wants” just to get something to eat.
    “Well, we can’t do either without knowing what you need,” Patrick says, still unsteady.
    “Not that much really. In exchange for your safety, dare I say your lives, all I request is a simple blow job.” The early smile is now a smirk.
    “Dude, even I know now is not the time.” Tucker calls out to the suit.
    “I’m sorry, what’s that?” Patrick acts as though he didn’t hear what the slimeball said.
    “You need somewhere to rest and I need someone to suck my dick. A simple trade.” The smile and smirk are gone.
    “Fuck you,” Patrick says, and turns to leave.
    “Suit yourselves. Our computer models put the survival chances at lower than five percent for non-trained civilians. You may have a military vehicle, but you hardly seem trained in survival tactics. I’m sure the young lady has performed the act in exchange for a nice dinner or some other token. Six lives in exchange for something that could be at worst unpleasant is unfairly in your favor and hardly a token.” The Acting President is also acting like he’s being generous.
    “Let me say it again because you didn’t hear me. FUCK YOU!” Patrick’s voice trembles slightly.
    This is almost worse than shooting people from a distance like the guys in Philadelphia. They were detached and not affected by the proximity of human contact. This monster is up close and personal, like he’s getting high from watching us squirm.
    “Patrick, wait,” I say, stopping him at the hood of the Humvee.
    The guys crowd in around me and form a protective wall. None of them speak, but I can see rage in the eyes of Patrick and Cupcake.
    I’m not sure I’m ready to drop to my knees and take this guy in my mouth, but am I ready to let my friends die because I’m a prude?
    Wait, that’s not fair to me; not wanting to be raped at gunpoint does not make me a prude.
    “This is bad news. Even if they let us inside, do you