They had come back to restore order and rebuild not kill. Jolt had spent his life killing whoever the Federation told him to kill. For the first time in his existence, he ended lives for his own reasons. Males who committed violence against females were a detriment to society.
It was time to get back to his female. He cleaned off his knives on a piece of their shredded clothing and put them back into the sheaths strapped to his armor.
It was getting late, so he decided to catch up with his team back at the transport. He was approaching the end of an alley when he heard someone running barefoot toward the same corner of the building as he headed. Jolt stopped short of the corner and waited.
He stepped around the corner just in time to catch the young female who was running from three gangers. She started screaming and struggling as he held her by her upper arms and kicking at his legs with bare feet.
When the gangers saw the two-meter-tall cyborg in full battle armor, they came to a dead stop then started backing away.
“If you want to live, leave. You will not harm this female,” Jolt growled.
They stopped so fast they almost piled up on top of each other. Then they turned and fled the other way. The woman who still struggled against him drew his attention. “Female, stop! I will not harm you.”
“Then let me go.”
“You are not safe here. I will take you where you will have safe shelter and food,” he said.
“What if I don’t want to go?” she asked.
Jolt receded his helmet so she could see his face. His handsome young appearance looked deceivingly innocent, effectively hiding the ruthless killer he’d been designed to be. His expression softened, and he loosened his grip slightly.
“It is your choice,” he said and released her. “They will probably come back looking for you as soon as I leave.”
“Who do I have to fuck?” she asked bluntly.
“Sexual service is not required. We are here to serve and protect,” Jolt told her and released her. “We have food and secure shelter. You will be free to stay or go.”
“Okay,” she said finally. “I could use a meal, then I’ll decide.”
“I am Jolt Somber. What are you called?”
“Clara Ryan.”
Jolt nodded and turned to go back to the transport, and she followed. Ten minutes later, they came to the vehicle where Jolt had left it. A dozen other cyborgs straggled in to climb aboard. They brought seven females they had rescued with them.
It wasn’t part of the original plan, but that changed after what had happened to his female, Jolt told them to bring the women they found in danger back to their base. There was no Enclave to take care of them. Just cyborgs.
Chapter Two
Jolt shed his armor and went straight to the Med-bay when they got back to the base to see how the recovery of his female was progressing. She had improved enough that Knox had moved her to a medical cot. The swelling in her face had receded, and the bruises were starting to fade.
He pulled up a chair and sat down beside the cot and picked up her hand from the sheet that covered her. It was small compared to his. She was small compared to him---maybe 5’6” to his 6’6”. She had no more chance against those four goons than they had against him. Jolt almost wished he could kill them all again.
More than that, he wished he’d arrived in time to prevent them from attacking her. He would still have killed them. Such men were a blight on humanity.
Then he thought about the other women they brought back from the ruins in Farringay. He contacted Vyken who in turn spoke to the Enclave council about possibly sending some of the endangered women there. Jolt suggested perhaps other cyborgs might find their females among them.
The commander agreed with Jolt’s decision to bring them to their Farringay base to protect them. No plans had been made to rebuild anything but the starport and a walled city for the employees and support businesses. The fact was; the Federation was stretched thin, and they didn’t have the personnel to rebuild the communities as the Enclave had.
Commander Dark could probably have some newbies programmed to organize a setup like the Enclave, but there was no funding for the materials to build anything or provide for them. Most of the ruins in old Chicago had been razed, and the rebuilding was starting.
The simplest solution would be to transport them to where they had the resources. Jolt would wait for Dark to go through channels to make arrangements. There was time, they had only been working Farringay for a couple weeks.
He was just thinking about things to occupy his mind while he waited for his female to recover. Part of the time, he just sat watching her breathe. As the swelling went down and her real face emerged, he thought she was beautiful.
Her short blond hair framed her oval face with wispy bangs over her forehead. Her soft full lips almost beckoned to be kissed. She had a slim but shapely figure, a little too thin for her frame. She was probably underfed like most of the women they’d found in the ruins of old Chicago.
The thin sheet that covered her naked body did little to hide her feminine assets. She was everything he could have dreamed because he knew she was meant for him. Every time he thought about what those sadistic pricks had done to her, he wanted to torment them some more before he killed them.
