Here it was almost like a desert and everything was brown, hopefully, she could get to the tower before it got too dark. The landscape seemed easy eno...ugh to traverse at least on the way to the tower it did.After what was only about a 15-minute walk she reached what she assumed was the front door of the tower, it must have been closer than she thought to have made it in that amount of time. Hopefully whoever or whatever inside was kind enough to at least let her stay the night and hopefully it. The Marina security cameras would show nothing out of the ordinary.Grabbing this slut had taken some planning. We picked Melanie since she had a checkered past. Abusive boyfriends, minor run-ins with the police and some erratic behavior. She worked late at a local bar which gave us our opportunity. We blocked the small road to her house, the bitch grab had gone off without a hitch. We drove her car into a remote lake and took back roads to avoid any cameras. Everything considered she. There was Mighty Mike, the football player. He still looked like hecould take the field. 6'2" and 225lbs, Mike was the brick shithouse ofour little gang. He hung out with us because Jack the Black flattenedhim during practice one day, though how is beyond our imagination. Jackwas our, as he laughed, token black man. And he played it up more forlaughs then anything.Our resident comedian was Frank the Funny, he gave us our names,because, for him, it was funny. I didn't care, it gave our little. Some survivalist whacko with big bucks funded the original group, but it had grown over time and they had gotten terrorist training from some VERY bad people. Most of them were disgruntled spouses of concubines who opted for pickup over staying home with the old man -- and due to a certain weeding process they had to thin out the weak sisters -- permanently -- it was clear that the women involved had all made the right choice. Oddly enough, they had no problem with harems -- the Marines found.