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Yeesh how long has it been...who are you people? Sorry about my sudden departure. The truth is I wasn't ready to hop back into writing a lot of things. Anyway can't believe I left you guys right before (this) penultimate chapter.
CH 24.
Marc set up the laptop that Uncle T had left them with. There was an application on there that connected with a disguised wireless camera that Trevor would be wearing. He put stood in the dining room hunching over it with Heather beside him. Ayden, Brett, and Ken were standing closer to Isabella ensuring she wouldn't make any sudden movements. Marc wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but he also couldn't stop Trevor, nor could uncle T. The best thing they could do was support him. Still though marc had to ask himself. `Was this really going to work?'
The laptop, the camera hidden in a necklace, and the application that connected it, were a few of the technologies Uncle T had used when he rescued Trevor and Ken. It was finally dawning on Marc that Uncle T was so much more than a farmer. Hearing that, Uncle T worked with law enforcement to rescue Trevor and Ken was one thing, but seeing it was another. Uncle T was more like a secret agent, heck all the workers were. Though Marc would have loved to daydream more about them on the farm, he had a job to do now.
"Marc you're taking too long, they're going to be there before we're done." Heather said over his shoulder.
"I know, just wait the program's loading." Marc said.
Suddenly a window popped on the computer screen all black, then blinked over to the image of uncle T sitting in his car. The car was stopped as Uncle T was faced towards the camera. Trevor must have slipped on the fake necklace due to the camera's position. Past the windows, Marc could see the trees and a darkening night sky. They had left the farm, but they hadn't made it to Milkem yet either. Uncle T must have stopped on the road somewhere. Uncle T's lips were moving but no words were coming out. "What the?" Marc said.
Heather followed her eyes. She used her hips to playfully bump Marc out of the way. She leaned forward and turned on the computer's volume. "And I'm supposed to be the country girl."
"Whatever ever." Marc shot back.
"Trevor I just want to state you don't have to do this." Uncle T's voice playing through the video cut through whatever argument the teens were about to have. "We can stop right now, and I can just take Isabella to the police. We don't need to put you in a dangerous situation just to get at Milkem. Weston almost killed Marc over this. I'd hate to think they'd do the same to you."
Trevor spoke out of frame "I don't think Isabella's words is going to go that far. Even if she admits she was helping out Milkem. I don't think a company lie that would crumble so easily under the weight of one person."
Uncle T's face was stressed. He'd already knew what Trevor was going to say. He knew Trevor was right. Uncle T just wasn't crazy enough to send Trevor in there without trying to present another option.
"Marc, your phone" Ken made a dialing gesture, as Heather and Marc turned to look at him. Marc had gotten so invested in the conversation happening on screen he forgot to dial his uncle. He quickly remedied that. His uncle answered on the screen.
"Hey Marc, got it working?" Uncle T asked.
"Yeah, was pretty straight forward." Marc.
"Good...so how long were you listening to our conversation?" Uncle T smiled on the screen then laughed. "You said yourself it was straight forward so I didn't expect it to take you that long. So, I doubt it did." Uncle T was only teasing and didn't press the issue any further. He began to drive, his car taking off, as Trevor turned forward and the camera was aimed to the dashboard.
10 minutes passed before the mansion and its flanking twin towers came into view for the camera Trevor had resting on his chest. Marc and Heather sat together watching with Isabella off to the side. Isabella was ordained to hold the call which had been switched to video for Uncle T so he could see the feedback. Behind those three, Ayden, Ken, and Brett stood back in case Isabella tried to make any sudden movements. Marc silently prayed that Trevor would be alright. He hated having to wait behind a screen but was willing to do it if Trevor could pull it off.
The same two white guards from last time were standing on watch. The one on the left leaned offer and grabbed the guard on the rights attention so they could both watch Trevor make his way closer. Marc's heartbeat got faster. Those two and their freaking knock-off light saber bug zappers. The guard on the left put his hand on his baton, as the guard on the right rolled his eyes.
"You again? What is this a prank? I know teens get off on this stuff but coming onto private property at night is a serious offence."
"I'm here to see Mr. Karter." Trevor turned to the guard on the left. You went and got him last time you remember what happened then so just cut to the chase and go get him again for me."
The guard on the left snickered. "Doesn't work like that. Last time your friend came here with a business concern. Don't see him here now." The smug brunette tipped his cap, "We'll be seeing you then."
Marc cursed under his breath, watching it all playout on his side of the screen. Perhaps he should have gone with Trevor. The guards were loving their a `selective' amnesia bit.
"Just tell him Trevor from the Watkins farm is here. Or don't and when he finds out I came here and was turned away. Trust me he won't be pleased." Trevor turned away slowly and began a slow walk off.
"WAIT!" The brunette guard had his hand stretched out. He mumbled something before turning around and disappearing into the building. But the time he came back out he had a harsh look on his face and through gritted teeth he said. "Mr. Karter will see you now." Trevor walked past the guards. Marc felt a smirk cross his lips as Trevor breezed past the two bozos. Trevor walked a familiar pathway showing it through the camera. Upstairs and to the right.
Heather shivered next to Marc, but also gave a laugh. "This empty version of Milkem is how I imagine it should look all the time, but seeing it creeps me out."
Trevor walked into Mr. Karter's office. The CEO was sitting behind his oak desk signing papers. He looked up spotting Trevor and held out and arm, "Please sit." He gestured towards the two seats on the opposite sides of his desk. Today he was wearing a gray suit, and white shirt with the suit's jacket throw over the back seat and his chair. Trevor moved over to the seat, without hesitating. Marc was sure Trevor had as much confidence as the first time he was there.
"So go on then, what did Marc do while he was here?" The CEO took his attention off his work.
Marc froze on the other side of the screen. It felt like Mr. Karter knew he was watching though the man's gaze was solely on Trevor. Trevor didn't miss a beat, "What makes you think this had anything to do with Marc? Last time I was here. I wasn't pleased with how we ended things."
Mr. Karter rolled his tongue in his mouth sizing Trevor up. You want me to think your journey here has nothing to do with Marc's recent actions? I could have him charged." He said calmly. "We have cameras all around this facility, granted not in the employee lounge and bathroom. but from Marc's body language it's obvious he did something suspicious. Also, when we looked back, we saw it was his second time doing it as well." Mr. Karter organized his papers and sat them off to the side in a stack. He put his hands together and rested his elbows on his desk. "So, tell me what did he do in there? It'd be impossible to tell from the security footage alone. But no matter how much think about it, I can't imagine his actions and yours being unrelated. Considering your last visit, the two of you seem close. Answer me that and I'll tell you whatever you want to know. That's why you came here after all." Mr. Karter grew a smirk on his face.
"I want to punch his smug face." Heather said ready to pounce on the computer screen.
"Alright, you got us." Trevor said and all the teens, watching the screen seized up. "He stole pictures." Trevor continued. "He found more of my dad and told me you were lying. SO, I came here for answers."
Mr. Karter sat back in his chair. "Is that all?" He laughed. "Which I take it means he's the one who supplied you with the pictures the first time. That makes sense." Mr. Karter nodded to himself piecing together the lie Trevor told him. "For such a petty reason. Alright, I guess I can forgive such a transgression." Mr. Karter chuckled again amused by this revelation. "Teenagers they'll do anything for love." He paused for a moment, "But this is no longer about children's whims." Mr. Karter waved his hand as if brushing the topics of the photos aside. "How was the first taste?"
"Excuse me?" Trevor asked.
"I bet it was one of our men, and you don't want the poor boy to find out about it so...come work for us." Mr. Karter swiveled in his chair.
"I don't know what you're talking about, and there's no way I'd want to work here." Trevor responded.
"Let me be clearer," Mr. Karter leaned forward. "I know you ate someone. It's obvious by your muscle growth and the fact that we're missing certain workers." Mr. Karter held his hands up before Trevor could respond. "Now I'm not mad, nor do I plan to go to the police with it. That's because I'd rather have you here with us. It's the least you could do, don't you think?"
"FUCK that. I don't care if you go to the police or not." Trevor stood up, turning to leave.
"Hey, I just want you to know, we're not letting you out of our sights again."
"Oh, are you going to try and stop me?" Marc could tell from the way the camera moved Trevor had taken a step towards Mr. Karter, using his body for intimidation.
"I have no intentions of fighting you." Mr. Karter admitted. "I just want you to know, you won't make it to the front door. Even with your ridiculous strength there's only so much you can do. Everything has a limit. That's why I'm suggesting the easy way. You stay here and provide us your milk."
"Why are you so obsessed with my milk?" Trevor asked, facing Mr. Karter once more. The CEO probably thought it was in reference to that one question, but everyone watching knew it was also laced with knowledge about Isabella's actions.
Mr. Karter scoffed, truly offended "I put a lot of effort into developing it."
"What are you talking about?" Trevor asked.
Mr. Karter shook his head, "One of our many mantras, motto's, themes...whatever you want to call it. Milkem doesn't raise its own cowmen..."
"We entrust others to." Marc finished the statement on his side of the screen. There was a void growing and gnawing in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like where this was going. He glanced over at Heather. She seemed to have also picked up on what Mr. Karter had implied. Isabella slowly put her free hand over her mouth. Marc saw the realization dawn on her. He turned back at the three boys, Ayden Ken and Brett had uneasy looks on their face. Marc turned back to the computer. It didn't matter if everyone present knew of Trevor's childhood or not, learning that Milkem originally owned him was shocking enough.
Mr. Karter wasn't finished speaking, "We've been experimenting with reproducing Bullmen. I mean how else could we market our new product? We need some way to supply a constant stream of Bullmen milk." He pointed to Trevor. "You and Ken are proof of our success."
Ken's back hit a wall, causing all the teens watching to spin around. "What?" he muttered "Did he just," Ken never finished that statement.
Marc turned to Isabella, "What the hell is he talking about?!"
"I-I don't know, I honestly don't. Ken, Trevor I just thought they were Bullmen Milkem wanted to study." She said.
"You better be telling the truth." Heather threatened.
"Me and Ken?" Trevor's voice came from the computer stealing the teenager's attention back.
"Well, I can't take all the credit, your parents had already copulated before we... acquired them and luckily you were a Bullmen. So, we gave them to a couple to help run our experiment. We had a hypothesis: if Bullmen are put into varied upbringings will it change their aggressive nature towards humans? Along with that can we ensure these Bullmen produce milk like Cowmen all year round?" Mr. Karter held out his right hand "If you were forced to obey humans would it make you more compliant?" he held up his left hand. "If Ken was raised not knowing anything, would he be more docile?" Mr. Karter brought his hands together rubbing them. "We carried many experiments like this over the years. You and Ken just happened to be the latest ones." Mr. Karter closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "Though due to weakness of trust, or their own greed. The farmers we had selected to be your caretakers were deemed as unfit to continue. So, we whispered into the wind and sent that to the Watkin's farm."
Marc looked over at his uncle through the phone. Uncle T hadn't said anything this whole time only opting to watch and listen, but he happened to look over at mark. "The tip" they said in unison.
"If you wanted us so badly, why didn't you come for us sooner?" Trevor asked, voice hard as ice.
Mr. Karter sighed, "Make no mistake you are both valuable assets, but you are not the only assets, or reason we had for being in this area. We have experiments just like yours going all over the place. Not to mention acquiring this farm was a huge step for us." Mr. Karter unbuttoned his shirt, then sleeves, rolling them up. "Then there's your parents and others. Since we had no way of knowing if you or Ken could produce milk, we couldn't put our eggs in one basket. Why take Bullmen who can't be milked when we can ensure we can make more. We nailed down. Studying Bullmen like Princeton for years had ensured that. If there are a few duds who cares."
"You were studying, Princeton?"
"Of course, we took his milk as well, But I'm sure you've pieced that together since it was your friend Marc who told us that information." Mr. Karter clapped his hands. "Honestly, I have to say I put on quite the performance, wouldn't you agree? Letting you tell me your former farmers wet to Aruba. Marc, telling me about milk being stolen. When that was a Milkem operations all along."
"I don't find it funny." Trevor said.
"You should. We sent you to the Watkins farm because we knew you'd be safe there. He was `keeping you on the shelf' for lack of a better term. He also wasn't one of these farmers terrified of Bullmen. All thanks to Princeton."
"Princeton was just one of the many naturally born Bullmen we were studying, no interference. Unlike you naturally born, but part of a control group. And Neither like Ken, one of our Bullmen who's birth was ensured by Milkem researchers and he was part of a control group. It was all going great until Farmer Randall caught on and we all saw how that played out."
"You killed him?" Trevor asked.
Mr. Karter raised a finger, "Technically Princeton's gut did that and turned him into muscle. And personally, no I didn't kill him, but he was too smart. Someone spilled the big secret about the truth of Milkem's Bullmen. They can be made. It was a stroke of luck we caught Princeton divulging what he'd heard to Randall. There really wasn't time to do much else." Mr. Karter stretched his body, getting even more relaxed. "When you stop to think about it though we should blame the farmers. Every single one of them. They tried to collectively breed out Bullmen because they were afraid of their power. Though obviously they can't control Cowmen who don't live not on farms sex lives. Case in point your parents, Trevor. Top tier cowmen have a higher chance of making a bullmen, i.e. you, but obviously that's not the case most of the time. They'll tend to just end up with top tier cowmen children, like Ayden."
"What do you know about Ayden?" Trevor asked. Marc was glad Trevor asked that he was hoping to get insight on the whole candidate and non-candidate thing he found in the packet.
"Please, I have information about every single cowman on that farm. I know their daily routines, their milking days, and their breeding cycles. However, I'm not interested in just any of them. One's like Ayden perfect bred and born are cream of the crop, like your parents." Mr. Karter tilted his head to the side. "Though sometimes even if they don't start out perfect, we can fix that. Sometimes they need their genetics improved. For some it takes a lot of fodder to improve." Mr, Karter looked Trevor up and down. "And Cowmen are better material than humans."
"Holy shit," Marc looked over to Uncle T through the phone. Heather watched as an unspoken understanding passed between them. Marc wished he could see Trevor's face to know if he had picked up on what Mr. Karter was implying.
"Is it sinking in yet?" Mr. Karter replied as if he could hear Marc through the screen.
"What? What's going on Marc?" Heather asked.
Marc shook his "You know, this whole time I thought it was strange. Why would Milkmen be willing to kill people over milk? I mean sure corporate espionage; I get that's bad but what if that's not the only thing they were doing. What if they are willing to get rid of people because they're hiding a secret that's much worse. He said Bullmen births can be ensured but to do so a Cowmen needs to improve their genetics. We know that Cowman and Bullmen can ingest people and absorb their strength. Yet Mr. Karter is saying Cowmen make better fodder than humans. So where, where did he get those cowmen from?" Before anyone could respond to Marc's question, Trevor answered in response to Mr. Karter.
"You're the reason Cowmen are disappearing." Trevor's voice was light, having lost his edge, The boy was in a state of disbelief.
"If you want a Bullmen omelet you have to crack a few cowmen eggs. In layman's terms." Mr, Karter said.
Back on the other side of the screen, Brett had his own questions. "What is he talking about?"
Heather turned to Marc, "All those missing person reports at school. You don't think?" however Marc's mind was somewhere else. Marc took a deep breath before speaking.
"I once read an article that a Farmer in Peru and all the cowmen disappeared."
Brett stuck his head in between the two "Hate to cut in here, but what does anything you guys are saying have to do with this? Just because they're all missing isn't solid evidence you know there's nothing connecting them. Especially not people missing in Peru."
"But think about it." Ken said, "Mr. Karter said they had other reasons for not coming for us sooner."
Trevor spoke up, "Since you know so much about the Watkins farm. I'm sure you know this. Two cowmen Dru and Sheila went missing. Are they here?"
"You could join the Milkem collective and find out." Mr., Karter stated.
"Fucking cult leader." Heather rolled her eyes.
"Do you think I'd honestly. Join your company after learning all that twisted shit? You think I'm just going to let you get away with this?
Mr. Karter shrugged "You can do whatever you please. Beat me up, Take me hostage. But I've already told you, you're not leaving here. Why else do you think I divulge this information to you? Think of it as... your reward for coming so far and returning home."
"Screw you!" Trevor flung the door open and ran into the hallway. Standing there were six guards all with the extendable electric night sticks. Everyone heard Trevor crack his neck and his fists. "You guys are going to wish you carried loaded weapons."
The first guard came swinging Trevor ducked and punched him in the gut. The next two attacked in unison aiming for his upper body. Trevor side stepped one punching him in the face, then elbowed the other. The last three came straight for him. He did his best to avoid them but eventually they grazed him. He didn't go down but from his slowed movement the teens could tell it got to him. The guards he knocked down slowly got up hunched over. They circled him in as he tried to move pass them, but they locked up and stuck their Baton's out. Trevor fell to the ground groaning. There was a slow clap as Mr. Karter excited his office.
"You lasted longer than I expected. You're going to do great work with us." He smiled giving a thumbs up. Take him away please." Two of the guards move to Trevor's side and picked him up. "Thanks for making our job easier. Now all we have to do is recapture Ken."
"We have to do something!" Marc stood up.
The feed from the camera showed, Trevor getting escorted down the steps into the main lobby. However, the guards kept walking, heading towards the `breeding' station tower. Everyone watched as the video feed began to clip, cutting out parts. They watched Trevor get carried on an elevator, a guard pressed a button going down. Then the video feed cut out.
"Marc, stay right there! I'm on my way back." Uncle T ended the video feed. Marc was going to take off anyway, but Ayden and Brett blocked his path. Marc wanted to squeeze past them but decided to take a minute. He was worried about Trevor but that wasn't the only revelation they had gotten tonight. Marc saw Ken standing off to the side. He walked over placing a hand on Ken's back he asked, "Are you okay?"
"I—I don't know." Ken said sincerely, "Finding out I'm an experiment. That Milkem played with my childhood because they could. Anyone would be angry by that right? But I'm just numb." Ken rested his head on Marc's shoulder, "We can worry about me later. It's Trevor I'm worries about."
"You better start explaining something." Heather said standing over Isabella.
"I already said I didn't know, And it's not a lie. There's no way I could have known Ken and Trevor were just like me."
`You expect me to believe they wanted you stealing milk, because you thought one was a bullman, the other was a cowman. They just happened to want milk from random targets." Heather crossed her arms.
"YES! That's what I'm telling you. I grew up on a farm ran by Milkem's oversight and it wasn't some experiment like Ken or Trevor. From the beginning I knew that Milkem was the company that owned us. They were open about studying us on the farm Cowmen, Bullmen, it didn't matter. Then as I grew up I learned they had other farms where they did the same thing. It seemed natural. When, I learned they were studying other farms I decided to leave. It was one thing to study ones under your care, but secretively gathering information was a step too far."
"That seems awfully convenient for you." Ayden spoke up, "They found you here, threatened to take you back and you didn't just leave? You decided to stay and help them."
Isabella rolled her eyes in disgust, "The only reason I got away is because I knew they wouldn't come looking for me. Just like Mr. Karter told Trevor I know I'm an asset, even a valuable one, but I'm not the most important one. As a female Bullmen I didn't exactly live up to their expectations, apparently, I was still lacking something that they wanted. When Milkem's interest in our farm began to subside, I saw my opportunity to leave."
"So, you came to the farm that's practically down the street from Milkem's new base of operations," Heather crossed her arms.
"I was doing the best I could. What do you think you send in an application to a farm and they'll just accept you? Farmer Tyrone was the only one willing to give me a chance without knowing much about me. I only planned to be here for a few months a year at most. I didn't expect to meet anyone." Her eyes went over to Ken, who didn't have anything to say. She continued on, "That's when Javier and Weston found me. They must have figured out who I was after sharing our profiles with the company. I'm sure someone recognized me and saw a way to use me. But if all they wanted was milk I thought I could do that before making another escape."
"Well, that's dumb you should have done it sooner."
"And where would I go?" Isabella shot back. "I've never lived on my own. Milkem never gave us money. I had just gotten here so Farmer Tyrone wouldn't have had anything for me."
"You should have told him." Ken spoke up, as Isabella turned to look at him surprised. "If you told him what was happening, I'm sure he would have believed you. He's a nice man." Ken took his head off Marc's shoulder, "and Marc is too. Their whole family is wonderful. They would have helped you like they helped me."
Isabella cut back, "Did you not hear the part where Mr. Karter said he tricked Farmer Tyrone into doing that?"
"Really?" Ken tilted his head "That's not what I heard. All Mr. Karter said was that Milkem provided an anonymous tip to Famer Tyrone. He didn't have to get involve helping with the police. Did it occur to you that maybe Mr. Karter predicted Farmer Tyrone's actions because he knew Farmer Tyrone was a good person? That Farmer Tyrone wasn't the kind of person to just let the police force save kids in need. He got involved and saved Trevor and me."
Isabella's body sagged as she released a sigh, "Maybe you have a point. But none of that matters anymore you heard Mr. Karter. He's going to come for you eventually and even Farmer Tyrone won't be able to stop that." Then she pointed to the packet Marc had obtained from Milkem, which was left sitting abandoned on the dining room table. "That thing also said Ayden was a candidate," She locked eyes with the blonde cowmen, "What will you do?"
"but what exactly am I a candidate for?" Ayden asked.
Marc noticed how tight Isabella's lips got. She didn't want to be the one to say the truth because it was terrifying, Marc could understand that much. But Heather never one who backed down, said, "I think, based on Trevor and Mr. Karter's conversation. You're a candidate for being a parent of another bullman for Milkem. And if for some reason your not up to the task, they're willing to cram other cowmen down your throat until you produce a bullman."
"That's what I was afraid of." Ayden admitted.
The front door slammed open, and all the teens jumped. Uncle T came into the dining room breathing heavy. "Hand me the computer," he said to Marc as the older man hunched catching his breath. Marc did as told and Uncle T said, "Sorry I'm not as spry as I used to be." He took a moment and got himself together. "Here's what's going to happen. That camera was recording everything. I'm going to take this and go to the police with it."
"But what about Trevor? We can't just leave him." Marc said.
"Marcquel." Uncle T said in his strict voice. There was no humor or hint of his usual laid-back self. "This isn't some game. You almost got killed dealing with Milkem before. We can't charge in there without a plan. Getting the police is the safest option that protects everyone."
"But mobilizing the police? At night that could take a while. Trevor could be dead by then. And if they haven't killed him yet they might do it when they see all the cops just to be petty. Or what if they have him shipped off to one of their other locations?" Marc stated.
"Marc, I understand where you're coming from and I hear you, but we cannot afford to put anyone at risk." Uncle T rested his hand on his nephew's shoulders. Then he went over to the light panel for the room lifting it up.
"What's that?" Marc asked.
"A silent alarm. Every house on the property Is equipped with one. This lets everyone know we need to have an unplanned meeting right now. We're about to go on lockdown. No one's allowed to leave, until I get back." Uncle T said as he walked out the back with all the teens following. Ayden and Brett stayed walking behind Isabella, just in case. Slowly over the course of 5-10 mins a modest gathering of night workers and Cowmen or various ages in pajamas were gathered on the backyard.
"H—Hello," Uncle T said, "Sorry to wake you during the night like this. For those of you who are up, or at least decided to respond to the alarm, I hope you can pass this message along to your fellow cowmen, we are entering a lockdown. I don't want anyone leaving the farm until I return is that understood. Workers or Cowmen."
A body moved to the front, "Tyrone, what's going on?" Marc's eyes went wide, as Dan came into view. Marc hadn't seen Dan in a while. Which now Marc understood Cowmen on the farm didn't like the scent Bullmen gave off and Ken and Trevor were like repellent. Marc sacrificed getting to know some of the cowmen in favour of his charges. There was a teenager close behind Dan and Marc figured that was the baby Dan had been carrying a year ago. Uncle T walked over to Dan cupping his face, "I'll explain it later,"
"But he had a point I think we deserve to know." Someone said a small child clinging behind him.
"Ron, I understand but—
"We're not like under attack or something?" a female voice cried out.
He turned to the crowd, "I'll explain to all of you later but for right now, Lockdown." Uncle T kissed Dan on the top of his head before going back inside. The workers had positions to be in a quickly disappeared. The Cowmen crowd had a much longer time dispersing, muttering to themselves. Marc, his friends, and Isabella eventually, went back inside to check on Uncle T. He was in the foyer on his cell phone, laptop computer under his arm.
"I'm on my way." Uncle T hung up. That was the captain down at our local station. I've worked with him many times before. I'm going to go show him this and then we'll come up with a solution." Uncle t rubbed the top of Marc's head. "I want you to go up to your room and stay there. The workers already know not to let you leave. I'll be back." Uncle T took off closing the door he left open since his arrival.
"Well, shit now what?" Brett said.