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Quaranteam - Dave In Dallas: Part 11 Cleanup: The Air Force arrives with a mop. Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Dave's second quandary was his position, nearly on the middle of the pad, left him seriously exposed. Applying the aggressiveness taught by Carter, he knew Liv had him protected to the right, so he closed with the occupied building, moving to the far corner. A quick look showed him there were again two doors, like the other building. And two men emerging from the far door. Turning their backs to him as they followed a third man who was just rounding the opposite corner. That put him out of Dave's sight, but into Liv's. As the men receded, Dave fired into their backs. Neither was at a sprint, so they fell forward without the dramatic tumbling of the earlier target. A simultaneous rifle crack announced the death of the lead in that trio. He paused. Dave couldn't hear any sounds coming from the building. He remained wary, uneasy. How many more will it take? He waited. An eternity later, the door on one of the smaller buildings slowly opened. Two hands held high and outward came into view, followed by the woman they were attached to. She moved slowly. She was too far away for Dave to read her facial expression but she was giving all the big outward signs of surrender. Two more women exited another of the smaller buildings. One was an average build, the other rotund. The latter's feet seemed reluctant to move. Great. Don't know if there's anyone left in the big building, and now I have unknowns coming in from the houses. Other women began issuing from what must be the dwellings. Eight in all. As they neared, most had curious, guarded expressions on their faces. The big one had a look like she rarely smiled, ever. "Alright, that's close enough! Just stop where you are. Pick a leader and send her forward." There was a brief discussion which resulted in a medium height brunette walking towards him. The third woman out glared daggers into the back of the brunette's skull. The angry one argued hard with all of them, but none seemed interested in anything she had to say. Dave waited until the brunette reached easy speaking distance. "Stop right there. What's your name?" "Sandy." "How many of you are there?" "I don't rightly know." She looked thoughtful. "All the men were in the community building. Us women and our kids were in our homes. Jeb, the man that bound me to him, came in awhile ago with a new woman. She was out, like from the shot he gave me before." That confirms they're using the QT serum . "If he bound you to him with that shot, why are you awake?" "Oh, that was a few weeks back for me. I knew him a little bit before lockdowns started. Then he just shows up and says he has this safe place to stay and we can both be safe from the virus runnin' round, but I have to take this shot and sleep with him. He's been an okay guy, and I ain't had no boyfriend in several months anyway. 'Sides, he didn't tell me that I couldn't be with anybody else after that. Which sucks, but mostly he's been okay. Only been an asshole a few times, but that's pretty fair for most guys I've met. No offense." Dave smirked. "Sandy, how many men are there in your community?" She stopped, looking off to the side, thinking. "Well, there was the ten that left saying' they's gonna raid a rich man's house for somethin', never told us what. Now we know why. They were out collectin' poon like we's just a bunch a deer and no tag limit." Sandy paused. "Is that why you're here? You come to scoop us up and make us your whores?" "No, ma'am." We killed more than ten, so that can't be all . "If you ladies were bound to these men, we'll need to take you to the people that hand out the vaccine to see what they can do for you. But ma'am, please, how many men total are there?" The far door of the community building opened slowly, and a woman stepped out. It was the one Dave had seen inject one of the women right before she got raped. "Get over with the others. Is anyone else inside?" The woman shook her head no and moved swiftly to join the pack. "Oh, right. Well, after the ten left, all six of the others took off saying' they could do just as good somewhere else. But only three of them came back, including Jeb. As soon as they's back they took the nurse, that's the woman that just came out, well they took her and the two women bound to two of the guys that didn't come back and a bit later those women are out cold again. I thought the whole shot thing was permanent, but maybe not if the guy's dead? I hope so, 'cuz we're about to be in a bad way aren't we?" Thirteen. Thirteen men here. Dave counted off in his head. He thought they'd taken out thirteen, but he wasn't going to make assumptions. Especially when one part of his brain was parodying an old farcical movie about how many bullets had been fired from a gun. An 80's flick set in the 50's. "Alright Sandy, is there anyone else left in the houses?" "Just the kids, and some unconscious women. The men said they'd gotten them; reassigned?" She looked frustrated. "Guess I still wasn't good enough to keep that asshole by m'self." Dave deliberately gave Sandy an appraising look. "I think that has more to do with his greed than your looks or personality." "Well ain't you sweet?" Sandy licked her lips and looked Dave up and down. "Easy, I meant every word I said, but I already have several partners. Those six that left attacked my house." Sandy's face dropped. "I don't know if I should hate your guts for killing Jeb, or thank you, for the same thing." After a pause she spoke again. "You should be careful of Debbie. Her husband brought her here for some kinda rebel nation shit. She's already pissed he came back with some hot blonde from a rich man's house. But not so mad at him she's just gonna let you killin' him slide." "Is she the rather large woman that looks like she sucked on an entire lemon tree?" "That's the one." "How 'bout we settle on neutrality for now? Look, let's get all of you back in your homes and warm. I'll need to call the authorities to make sure you all get taken care of before that serum starts doing ugly things." Sandy walked back to the assembled throng. Another debate broke out. Debbie leading a third of the group in angry objections. Then she turned to face Dave. "Where's our men? What gives you the right to come bargin' in here?" She headed for the far end of the building. Several others followed, more than just the ones that had agreed with her. Dave knew things would turn ugly as soon as these women saw the dead bodies. His fastest route into the open yard space was behind him. He sprinted the way he'd come, entering the yard through the gap just as the women began kneeling near selected bodies. By the women's placement, some of the men must have sprinted from the building's edge. Instead of a clump near the corner, there was a line of a few reaching towards the tree line. Dave felt a cold turn inside. Rationally, he could see the line ended well before the trees, suggesting Liv had taken all of them down before they got close. But could one have gotten through? That thought was interrupted by Debbie leaving the line of dead, beginning to search the yard and moving as quickly as her thick legs would carry her. Dave moved to get clear of the gap and the bodies just beyond it. Several of the other women left the line of dead as well. They slowly swarmed about the open space while Debbie made a beeline for the gap. Then she noticed a body in the grass. Fury returned to her face after a brief look of relief. Then she paused. Her chest was already heaving from exertion. When she faced Dave, the anguish was obvious. "You fucking coward! You shot 'em in the back! You shot my husband!" She began a slow charge at him. Dave sorted through his options. The only sure way he had of stopping this woman was his weapon, but he had no desire to shoot an unarmed woman grieving her husband. He could outrun her easily, but he needed to stay in the area. For a moment, Dave's brain played an image of him making short sprints and the woman chasing after him like some schoolyard game. Not helping dammit . Dave took a few steps backwards, bringing him near the back wall of the community building. He noticed the dryer vent again, which meant the pile of pipes wasn't far. He'd have to be careful if he backpedaled any more. Falling on his ass would not engender obedience or respect. Debbie's tirade ended in a screech as she reached into her pocket. Her hand came back out with a small revolver. Shit. Shit. Shit. Dave brought his weapon up faster than her and pulled his trigger. Click . No round fired. The weapon jammed. Shit . Dave dove sideways and backwards just as Debbie fired. He felt a smack on his shoulder as he fell. His hand landed on the pipe pile. He grabbed and rolled away from the wall as another shot spanged off the brick. As he rolled, he swung one arm, releasing one of the two rods he'd snagged. He threw one leg out and came up from his roll, facing Debbie as she recovered from the rod that hit her. Her motion and his brought them in close proximity. On instinct, Dave snapped out with the remaining rod, striking Debbie's wrist. She shrieked in pain as she dropped the pistol. Dave followed up with two strikes to her knee before stepping back into a ready stance. Debbie cried out, but still managed one step forward before the side of her head exploded. Dave turned from Debbie's corpse to scan the area. All of the other women were on the ground. Clearly, they'd done the math in their head and figured out he had a partner in the trees. "Don't make us shoot anyone else. We only came here because we were attacked. The people that attacked us and another house are now all dead. We've done what we came for. We are not leaving you hanging. We know you've been given Quaranteam doses so your lives are bound to these men. There is a way to free you from that bond." Dave decided a bit of vague spitballing could be useful here and played it fast and loose based on what he'd learned in the past 24 hours. "Well, not exactly free you, but transfer that bond to someone else. This time, you will have a choice in that bonding. But, I will not countenance any threat to myself or my partner. And as you can see, she is very protective of me as well. You can also see she is a damn good shot. I want all of you to gather over here, in the lee of this building, while I get someone here to help." The women got up, moving slowly so as not to provoke Dave or his hidden partner. Once they were all clumped together, he pulled out his cell phone. Time to call Detective Verratti. Chapter 13; Cleanup. October 29, 2020 8:20am "Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean you and Olivia are at the compound? Didn't you say you and your special forces friend; Carter? That the two of you were heading to the compound?" On another call, Dave would have switched ears by now. The burning in his left shoulder threatened to make that shift a very painful decision. "No, detective, I simply said we." "Dammit, professor, why the hell wouldn't you take the trained spec-ops guy on something; oh, fuck." "Exactly. Carter and his wife have been dead for two months now. Carter was the security expert in our prepper community. He ran us through many drills on how to protect ourselves and those around us. Olivia is an excellent long-range shot. She proved it again today. Took out half the compound with her sniping. Shot one that was coming at me with a.38, when my gun jammed." "Okay, okay. Damn. Look, I contacted the Air Force when you sent me the text saying you were there. As soon as the liaison red off the coordinates, whoever was on the other end of the phone got pissed. If I overheard correctly, they gathered a small force and headed that way by chopper. I think they lifted off about twenty minutes ago. Expect them in less than an hour. If they arrive in the same mood their boss was in, keep your head down. I know I'm already in deep shit. After getting shouted at over the phone, the Air Force liaison went into my boss' office and shouted for ten minutes straight. Professor; I'm sorry I got you into this." Dave signed off that call, then texted Liv. -Sling your rifle, come into the glade with pistol drawn. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and waited. Half his energy was devoted to ignoring the pain in his arm. The adrenaline and other wonderful bio-chemicals the body produces during high stress situations all drained out in the past ten minutes so nothing got in the way of his arm screaming at his head for doing damn fool things. On the plus side, the bleeding had stopped. Mostly. As long as he didn't move it. The blood that had come out was enough to stain most of his sleeve, but not significantly impair his thinking from blood loss. Liv emerged from the tree line with all the charisma of a warrior queen. As Dave requested, her rifle was slung cross body, and her 10mm pistol was in her hands, held low, as her eyes scanned her surroundings. She took a bit of extra 'dwell time' when her eyes passed over the assembled women. Liv strode purposefully across the ground, halting at a position within easy talking range, yet too far to make them both a single target. Dave looked her over, examining her face and posture. Concern for the psychological impact of this on Olivia was uppermost in his mind. Great time to be worried about that, huh? After all the fighting is done. Genius . He snapped himself back to reality. There would be time later for self-recrimination. Liv's visual scanning kept lingering on Dave's left shoulder. "We need to treat that. It'll be tricky to do while maintaining security." "There's an Air Force team on their way. Detective Verratti said they may be unhappy, but I'm sure they'll have a medic. Or at least a first aid bag." "How long?" "Less than an hour. Sounds like forty minutes, most likely." "That arm shouldn't wait that long. You need stitches." "Got any in your back pocket, Liv?" Dave hadn't meant to get testy, but the pain was eroding his 'nice function' and the conversation felt like it was spiraling already. The flat look from Olivia carried a tinge of hurt, and forgiveness, and her own self-restraint. "Sorry, Olivia." She nodded in response, her eyes once again on their charges. One of them stood and moved slowly towards Dave. Livy squared her shoulders to the woman, but made no other change in her focus. When the woman was halfway to him, Dave recognized her as the lady that came out of the building as he spoke with Sandy. The one Sandy identified as a nurse. "Sir, would you let me look at your wound? I'm a nurse." Liv looked at him cautiously, then gave him one slow blink. Dave restrained himself from chuckling. From her, the slow blink meant anything from 'sure' to 'don't make me say I told you so'. Dave nodded at the woman. She approached slowly, then cautiously brought one hand up to examine his wound. She pulled back on the shirt to ascertain the extent of the injury. "I can treat it temporarily for now. You need stitches; which we don't have. And a painkiller. All they have here for that is alcohol, marijuana and meth. None of which I would recommend." Dave chuckled. With her finger so close, his shaking caused her to jab the side of the open gash. Dave flinched and gritted his teeth. "Oh, I'm so sorry." The nurse jumped back, pulling her hand back to her chest. Her other hand clasped the offending one closely, like she was putting it in time out. "It's okay, ma'am. I'm the one that moved suddenly." "Parker. My name is Parker." "Dave." "Well, Dave, you've got a decent flesh wound that will make a good reminder scar once it heals. You need to get stitches as soon as possible. Like today. Wait too long and it won't do any good. In the meantime, I can bandage it up. I'll need to go inside to get some clean cloth, though." Her eyes held the obvious question of whether he would let her. "How did you wind up here?" "I was on a transport from the vaccine center on my way to my Oracle designated partner when the bus got hijacked. Fifteen of us were diverted from someone we'd chosen to these guys that made their choices just by looking at us. They went in order, so whoever had priority got first pick, and so on." That matched what Verratti told Dave. More importantly, she didn't hesitate and there was no sign of falsehood in her eyes or face. Carter taught him to be careful who you trust, but you have to trust someone. There was a haunted look in her eyes, but no deception. "Liv, can you escort this nurse inside so she can get something to bandage me with?" The young brunette that had known him longer than anyone left alive gave him a funny look. "Or maybe you escort her, so you can sit down and put your arm on a table while she does her work. Should be easier for both of you that way." The nurse's face immediately took on a restrained, but amused look. "Don't say it, let's go," said Dave with a sigh. He followed her back around to the front of the building. She entered through the first door. It opened into the kitchen area. In short order, she scooped up the first aid kit and led Dave into the dining space. The room still smelled of the recent nonconsensual ruttings. Parker visibly flinched when the smell hit her. She came to a dead stop when she saw the body lying against the wall. The look on her face suggested her desire to not be here, and not be reminded of the events of this morning and her part in them, was warring with her professional instincts. Dave watched as she composed herself and ushered him to take a seat with just a hand gesture. Dave sat so Parker's back would be towards the body. As she tended his wound, he searched for visual clues. The man was older, at least fifty, likely over sixty, judging by the condition of his skin. Prominent wrinkles and liver spots, and a leathery look of someone that spent much of his life with a heavy tan. A distinctly aquiline nose and patrician features shouted 'man of money' even more so than his silk pajamas. Necessarily, Parker - more specifically her face - lay in Dave's line of sight as he looked about. Underneath the mien of professional concentration lay clear signs that removing the visual cue of the dead body was barely tamping down her anxiety. When she reached into the kit to find the scissors; so she could trim the excess off the bandage; her fingers first brought out the razor. The way she stared at it was unsettling. She paused to wipe away newly forming tears before finishing with Dave's gauze. As she neatly placed each piece of unused equipment in the kit, he gently took her chin in his right hand, turning her head to look directly at him. "Parker, you've had to make some tough choices here. You did the best you could with what you had. You're an ER nurse, right?" He recalled that tidbit from the detective's discussion. Parker nodded in affirmation. "Okay, so your training and experience is to do everything you can to get your patient that next heartbeat, to take the next breath, and another, and another. Just keep them going, and let someone else do the fancy work once you're sure the patient is alive right?" Her face contorted further as she nodded. "But I didn't. I didn't keep her alive. They took her outside ;” Parker's voice trailed off as she wept, her chest heaving. "An older blonde woman, probably in her mid-forties right?" She nodded, still weeping, not looking at him. "Her name is Natasha, and she's alive." Parker's head snapped up. Her eyes were wide in astonishment and hope. "But; how?" "I killed those men with a silenced pistol. She's hiding in my truck. Actually, I need to check on her. My partner had some spare clothes in there. Hopefully she found them." "Can I see her? Please? I just ;” The wild, desperate look in her eyes was impossible to deny. Dave gave his arm a few careful motions, testing out the pain level for various directions and ranges. It gave him an excuse to delay answering and drew her attention back to occupational concerns. "Yeah, we can do that. First, I need to touch base with my partner though." Gesturing he said, "Let's go." Parker quickly rose, snatching up the first aid kit. She deposited it back in its secure place in the kitchen before exiting, with Dave right behind her. She glanced over her shoulder several times to check that Dave was still with her as she walked around the building and straight towards Olivia. Over the last few steps, she veered off, giving Dave and Liv enough space to talk privately while she remained close by. Dave filled Livy in on what was happening. "Maybe you should escort her though, in case Natasha has not found your clothes. Besides, it would give you a chance to move about instead of standing here, getting cold." "Are you sure she saw me well enough to be comfortable when I approach? You, she got a good look at. And vice versa." Liv added a wink. Dave looked at her, his face flat and unimpressed. "Oh come on, David, you have nine women at home, came out here to dispense some justice on the assholes that attacked us, and picked up a groupie." "For crying out loud, Liv. She's not; Okay, fine, I'll escort the nurse. That woman's been through enough trauma without being exposed to your humor." Liv gave him an enigmatic smile as he walked away with Parker. Dave pointed to the gap in the trees he'd used for entry and exit previously. Once inside, the nurse stopped him. "David, I; I'm not sure if anything can be done for her." "What do you mean? "I mean, I; um, I'm not sure how much I can say. She needs something that I'm not sure is possible anymore." "You mean you couldn't extract any more semen from the dead guy's balls?" "How the hell did you know that?! That's confidential information! No one's supposed to know!" "Parker, these guys attacked my house. We killed three of them. The bodies were on my back deck and driveway with their balls cut off. Later, we get here and I see you jab the old guy in the balls with a syringe and the shot changes color. You're reassigning these women from the dead guy to the attackers using the dead man's cum, right?" She hung her head. "It was the only way to keep them alive." "And as long as they're alive, there's hope. There's a chance to fight another day, right?" She raised her head again, eyes watery, looking as if she really wanted to believe in the thin reed he offered her. "But, what about her? She's bound to that guy, and I couldn't get any more cum out. Depending on when she last slept with him, she's got a week or two before this stuff eats her up from the inside. It'll be like what they wanted to do to her, but in slow motion." Her voice cracked as she spoke. "Parker, I want you to consider something, and this is not a knock on you, but the conditions. You are an ER nurse, working under field conditions. If we take his body back to a hospital, or the vaccine center, do you think maybe a lab tech with precision equipment and ideal conditions could manage to eke out enough semen to let her switch partners?" She smiled again, taking a shaky breath. The suggestion relaxed her enough to acquiesce when he motioned her down the trail. "I don't know. I don't know, but it's worth a try. We have to move fast though. There's a time limit on how long we have to get it done." "Then we'll make sure when the Air Force gets here with their chopper, Natasha and the dead body are on the first bird out." Parker said no more as they walked. Dave only spoke to guide her on the path. When they got into visual range of the truck, Parker's steps took on an extra urgency, like she wanted to run, but held herself back. Dave signaled for her to fall in trail behind him and wait when they neared the truck. "Natasha? Natasha, it's David. I'm here with the nurse. The compound is secure now. The Air Force is on its way. We came to check on you. Did you find the clothes in the truck?" A blonde head slowly peeked over the dashboard, only one eye visible. That one eye held enough wariness for a dozen faces. The head scanned about carefully, never spending much time away from Dave and Parker. "All of the attackers are dead, Natasha. They can't hurt you." Her head cleared the dashboard and moved towards the passenger door, the same side Dave and Parker stood several feet away from. The door opened at a glacial pace. Then two legs clad in grey sweatpants stepped down. Natasha stepped clear of the door, wearing a thin white shirt, grey sweatpants that threatened to fall off, and a look of nervous hope and apprehension. Dave tried to ignore what the cold was doing to her nipples. Rigidly holding his eye contact on her face, he said, "Parker here is an ER nurse. How about letting her examine you? And then join the rest of the women. The ladies abducted with you are all; asleep, but there are women that were captured previously, like Parker here." Natasha glanced quickly at Parker. "They captured you too?" "Nearly two months ago. Our transport was hijacked after we'd already had our injections. We were on our way to our Oracle match partners when the attack happened." Natasha's wariness fell in the face of shared trauma; and the knowledge of traumas she'd been spared. She closed the distance and hugged Parker. The nurse initially stood shocked, unresponsive, her arms limp at her sides. Slowly, her hands rose, clasping onto Natasha's shoulder blades before she began shaking with sobs of relief. Reluctantly, Dave stepped in. When he spoke, he used the softest tone he was capable of. "Ladies, we need to get back. I'd rather not walk back into the clearing after the Air Force folks arrive, armed. That tends to make them nervous." He pitched his words softly, but firmly. Parker nodded in acknowledgement. The two shared a look that communicated; something. Then Dave noticed the older blonde still had nothing on her feet. "No socks in the bag?" he asked. Natasha shook her head no. Dave sighed, walked in front of her, turned his back to her and crouched. "Come on." He lowered his weapon to dangle from its sling. "What?" "Get on my back, I'll carry you." "Uh, are you sure about this? With your arm like it is?" Parker queried. "My back can carry the burden without straining my arm muscles." After a brief pause, he heard her moving hesitantly before her weight rested on his back. Her arms came around his neck. Then he hooked his hands under her knees and stood carefully. With Parker following behind, Dave navigated the path quickly. He maintained a slightly stooped posture that Carter had taught as the best way to carry a ruck. It worked quite well for carrying a person, too. The trio made good time through the woods and emerged from the tree line very deliberately, so as not to startle Liv, who was still on guard. The smile on the brunette's face when Dave emerged with Natasha on his back was unmistakable. Dave studiously ignored it. Once they were over soft grass, he lowered Natasha to the ground. He was uncomfortable sending these two to huddle with the rest of the women, but he wasn't sure what else to do. Until the moment he was ready to open his mouth. "Liv, take Parker and inspect the houses. Check on the women that got imprinted. Keep an eye out for kids or other adults. If it's just kids, reassure them the best you can. Keep them where they are if possible." Parker spoke up. "What if we bring; Natasha?; with us. I think my spare shoes would fit her. I can get her a jacket too." Dave looked at Liv, questioningly. She gave a short nod in response. Dave shrugged his agreement. After a long backwards look at Dave, Natasha followed the other two, leaving Dave on guard over the women huddled against the building. Most of them wore some manner of jacket and long pants. A few were in pajama pants and thick housecoats. All remained quiet, barely even talking amongst themselves. One brunette, a bit older, kept glancing at Dave. After several minutes, she rose and slowly approached him. As she got closer, Dave had a strange sense of recognition. Like he should know who she was, but couldn't place her. "Hi, um, I just wanted to say thank you. I've been stuck here for over a month. Several of us have, including the nurse that was with you earlier." Her dark eyes gleamed as she continued. "Listen, I know we'll need new partners soon. I think you should know that a few of the girls are already discussing the possibility of getting paired with you." Dave stiffened. His spine, not his cock. "Well, that's very flattering, but I didn't come here for that. Hell, I already have nine partners. My house is getting kinda full. I know the CDC guy that showed up a month and a half ago said I could wind up with twelve or more, but, uh, I could be just fine with stopping where I am. So, thank you, but no thank you. I mean, unless you specially match to me and don't have anyone else nearly as good a match." Her eyes widened. "Oh, no. No, I wasn't speaking personally. I mean, I appreciate what you've done, but not that far. The others just asked me to come over, sort of as a spokesperson. You know, use my fame in the hope that would help get your approval." It was the mild gravelly tone in her voice that finally did it. "Oh. Oh, shit. Aurora Hensley?" Dave shook his head. "Sorry, I knew I recognized you, but my brain just didn't place you until after you spoke for a bit. How the hell did a star like you wind up here?" Miss Henley tried to grin to cover up her grimace, but it didn't work. "Please, call me Rory. Lockdown stopped production on my show. You may have noticed we don't have a new season out." Dave nodded. "Yes, a few of my partners grumbled about it." "Ah, but not you, huh?" she said with a real grin this time. "Oh, I've watched some re-runs with them a few times. It's just that cop shows are only a fifty-fifty interest for me. Mostly, the ones I like get into the crime lab stuff, and yours didn't have that. No offense." Dave shrugged with the last statement. She examined him coyly. "Ah, so the fact that the two leads were women has nothing to do with it?" The words were accusatory, but something about her tone suggested she was playing with him. "Naw, not particularly. The story is well executed I think. It's just a type that only sometimes grabs my interest. I did appreciate that the show featured two female leads, without pounding the fact in the viewer's face. It stood on the writing and acting, and didn't beat some political drum." "Well, thank you. I think." She smirked at him. "Sorry for dodging, it's just; it hurts you know?" A shadow passed over her features, causing Dave to place a hand on her shoulder. He also forced himself to scan the group again, making sure no one was using his distraction to do something. He kicked himself for his obliviousness and made sure he kept his focus where it needed to be, without sacrificing the conversation. "Look, I know this is all still fresh, so if you don't want to talk about what these guys did to you here, you don't have to. I'm sure they'll have profess--" "Oh no, not that. I mean, I might, but honestly, you wiping them out is already a big help. That's why I came up to thank you." Then Rory grinned slyly again. "It's also why some of them want to thank you." "Well, with the vaccine, that's a rather permanent thing. They need to take some time to think it over first, and use the matching system, um, Oracle." "True, very true. You know, it's tempting to come at you like a rescued princess, just like the others. But in truth, I have a friend I was on my way to meet when our transport was hijacked. He's been a good friend for years, but we never dated or anything. He showed up as a reasonable match, so I was supposed to be with him. I'm going to call him as soon as I can to see if he's still interested." "More than likely, he'll be thrilled to hear you're alright." "Yes, probably. He's a good man. The girls like him." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Rory grimaced like she'd been stabbed and the wielder was twisting the knife in her guts. Dave got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I, uh, I have to go." She turned away briefly, then turned back. "No, wait." She took a few deep breaths before continuing. "The reason I came over in the first place." She paused for a hiccupping sob. "Um, look, I can never express how much I appreciate what you've done for me here. If you need anything. Anything at all. I know people. People in entertainment, and in politics. Just call me. I'd be glad to help." With tears in her eyes, she turned back towards the wall and walked swiftly, managing not to run. Rory's rushed return and obvious emotional turmoil was greeted by consternation among the small crowd of women. Two took the time to stare at him, worry clear on their faces. Quiet conversations started up and rapidly turned internal. The women clustered around Rory, wrapping her in hugs. When they finally parted, they began speaking again, in low tones, and long periods in which all were silent. It was quite some time before Liv, Parker, and Natasha came around the right side of the building. All appeared in good spirits. Natasha now sported a denim jacket over her white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes on her feet. As they approached, Dave noted that Natasha was no longer grabbing at the waist band of the sweatpants to keep them up, so some solution had been found. The jacket was of sufficient length to conceal whatever that had been. Likewise, it was likely she had socks to go with the shoes, but there was no visible gap between pants and shoes to confirm that deduction. The relaxed look on her face would have to do. Parker spoke first when they came within a reasonable speaking distance. "Sixteen women are in imprinting sleep in the houses. I checked their vitals, and nothing appears amiss. Except that they're all blondes." "I told the others while we were out, Drew, the man we were paired to, only had blondes in his; team." Natasha spoke slowly, not quite reluctantly. "It was a fetish of his. Though there was variety, of a sort. Cheerleader, businesswoman, that sort of thing. I was the 'older woman' blonde. One is a teenager, just barely survived to get injected. I; I knew him before this, or at least, I thought I knew him. We went to many of the same charity dinners and such. He was so cordial in public." Parker hugged Natasha around the shoulders, a supportive measure to remind her that problem was in her past. Then Olivia spoke. "A few houses had kids. They are awake and hungry. A little worried, but not frantic. I was thinking we could get a meal going in the main cafeteria instead of separate little meals in each house." "Sure," Dave replied. "That's a good plan. First, we'll need to get the body out of there." "Body?" Liv asked. "Drew, the man all those women are partnered to. These guys were re-imprinting the women to themselves in the cafeteria space." Dave kept his voice carefully neutral. "How the hell does that work?" "We're not supposed to know, but what I saw here and at our house, I made some good guesses that Parker confirmed. You and I are probably going to spend a lot of time explaining ourselves, so the less I share the better." Liv's nodding reply carried an undertone of expectation that, once all this blew over, Dave had better spill what he knows. A small traitorous part of Dave's heart took that as a possible indication that Liv wanted to know a way out of the bonding effects of the serum. Dave's brain was pretty convinced that was B S, though he would certainly ask if she wanted out later. The idea of keeping any woman bound to him against her will made him physically nauseous. Doing that to his Livy Bean was unacceptable in the extreme. "Tell you what," Dave continued, "You stay here for a few minutes. I'll haul the body out of the cafeteria and around to this side of the building. Then, Liv, supervise getting breakfast going in the cafeteria; and I mean supervise, you maintain control and security, someone else cooks. Parker, you can escort the kids from the houses to the cafeteria." Still facing the nurse, he asked, "Who would you recommend do the cooking?" "Sandy and Rory are pretty good. Together they should be able to handle breakfast for all the kids." "OK, sounds good. Wait 'til I get the body moved around to this area before you get moving." All three women nodded. Dave immediately stalked off, eager to get things in motion before the military arrived and brought everything to a halt while they took their time coming to the same conclusions Dave had already arrived at. The kids needed to be fed. He went around the right side of the building for once, since it provided the shortest route to his destination. As soon as he stepped inside, he was greeted by the older man's corpse lying flat on the floor, up against the wall, his silk pajama pants still pulled down to his knees. That was the first thing to fix. Doing his best to avoid touching the corpse (or another man's naked body), Dave took hold of the waistband near each knee and pulled them up and over the man's hips. That done, he stopped to consider the best way to get the body moved. Rigor. Rigor mortis had set in. None of the man' joints would move. And he'd been left on the floor, jammed into the corner between wall and floor for hours. There were two options Dave could see: grab and lift by the man's shoulders and drag him with his heels on the ground. A little awkward, but doable. The downside there was the chance his pajama pants cuffs could snag on something and come all the way off. Hell, even part way was undesirable. The second option was to get this guy onto Dave's shoulder like a two by four. A one hundred and fifty pound two by four. Sure, no problem. Mentally retracting all the curses he'd flung at Carter during upper body workouts, Dave went to work. First, he knelt beside the corpse. Then he lifted the torso so it lay on his shoulder. The next part was tricky. Silk didn't give a lot of traction to grab with. Neither did flesh. It took three tries that quickly returned to the floor-kneeling position when the body began to slip before Dave managed to successfully gain his feet on the fourth attempt, the body securely balanced on his left shoulder. And every single time he used his left arm for anything, a serenade of pain accompanied the act. He'd had experience getting through doorways with lumber or pipes on his shoulder, so while it was cumbersome, Dave managed the maneuver just fine. Though he had to use his left arm to operate the door. He couldn't avoid whimpering as he forced the injured limb to comply. Once outside, it was quite easy to make the brief trek around the building and dump the body in the grass a reasonable distance from the line of dead pointing towards the trees. He also picked up the staccato sounds of a chopper, low, and building quickly. Parker was halfway to the houses and Liv had disappeared into the cafeteria building with Rory and Sandy when their heads turned, picking up the sound. Figuring it was the safest course of action, Dave walked to the middle of the open space he'd fought in, away from others, his hands away from his body and his weapons slung on his back or holstered. He knew Olivia had the presence of mind to do the same. One Blackhawk landed to Dave's left, on the other side of the unused building. A second landed beyond the community building, presumably beyond the first house and to the left of the others. The third Blackhawk landed to Dave's right, well clear of the community building. The rotor blast was strong, but not overwhelming. The moisture in the air guaranteed no dust blown around, and the cold snap was too recent to kill off any grass, so at least there was no debris kicked up by the artificial cyclone. Troops began to disgorge from the chopper the moment the wheels touched grass, running straight out, hunched over, weapons in hand. Dave slowly turned to face them, his hands clearly away from his body. "You David Belsus?" The voice was pissed, loud, and behind him. Oops. Of course the team leader was on the first chopper that landed. Hadn't Carter harped something about leading from the front? "That's me." A short, strongly muscled man stepped around into Dave's field of view. "You blew my fucking op, dammit. Hunting these boys down was my job." "Considering the number of women enslaved to these fucking animals you clearly aren't doing your fucking job!" "Don't piss me off asshole. I'm willing to consider you're one of the good guys, for now. Fuck with me and I'll throw you in a hole so deep, you'll water the rice paddies in China when you pee." Dave wisely shut the fuck up. Carter had told him there were two very important times to know in the military; when to shut up, and when to shut the fuck up . This seemed like the latter. "You got the wanna bees at your house. A few real troops here. You got lucky, Boy Scout. Stand down and let us do our jobs." Before the short, powerfully built man turned away, Dave noted the nametape on the man's uniform; Barnett. The two chevrons upside down on the top of his rank insignia meant he was a Technical Sergeant; an E-6, a middle level NCO. "Sergeant Barnett?" Dave called to get his attention. The little bantam turned, one eyebrow cocked. "The kids in this place haven't been fed breakfast yet. My partner is inside the community building with a few women who've been stuck here for over a month. They're getting something cooked up while the nurse moves the kids. You think you can let that plan roll forward? Otherwise, you'll have some cranky kids to deal with soon. "Is she armed?" "My partner?" Dave got a nod in response. "Yes, she has a slung rifle and a holstered pistol. If you go in cautious, and announce yourself, there shouldn't be a problem. Or you can send me in ahead of you." "Sure, fine. Just know if you try anything stupid, my two partners behind you will drop you in a heartbeat." "I think we understand each other." Dave stepped off deliberately, at a steady pace, getting around the corner of the building with Sgt Barnett two arm's lengths to his right. He could hear the soft footsteps in the grass of two more people behind him. Barnett wasn't bluffing. Dave reached the door of the cafeteria space. He knocked twice, then slowly opened it. "Hey, Liv? It's me, I'm coming in. There's some Air Force folks with me. Keep your weapons holstered and your hands visible. These folks seem a mite twitchy." Olivia stood in the Archway between the dining side and the kitchen side. The sounds of pans and utensils and sizzling meat were quickly joined by the aroma of bacon. Dave's stomach grumbled. Two voices behind him tittered. Seems his guards and executioners heard him. They guffawed when Barnett's stomach responded. "Should we let you two get a plate boss?" The laughing voice behind Dave almost had a Tinkerbell fairy quality to it. Great. My erstwhile executioner leaves pixie dust in her wake. Liv kept quiet. Verbally that is. Her eyes were laughing though. Laughing loud enough to make up for the silence of her lips. "No, they're cooking for a bunch of hungry kids. Leave 'em alone." Barnett paused, looking between Liv and Dave, and sizing them up. "You two, one at a time, very carefully, place your weapons on that back counter. You're closer, young lady, so you go first." Liv sighed, staying stony faced. Dave widened his eyes and nodded his head, with a slight tilt towards the counter. With an exasperated exhale, she unslung her rifle, touching only the sling, and only with her thumb, laying it on the counter. In doing so, she now had her back to the archway leading to the kitchen. She deliberately used her left hand to remove her pistol. Liv then placed it beside the rifle. Her combat knife came next. Placing it with her firearms, she stepped away from the counter and faced the others. "Boot knife." Barnett said flatly. "Excuse me?" Liv asked blankly. "Remove the knife from your boot and place it on the table." Liv pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and then complied. Tinkerbell tittered. "Step over there." Dave waved his arm towards the opposite corner from where Liv had been, along the wall separating the kitchen space and the dining space. Olivia moved as indicated, her eyes locked on the two behind Dave. "Okay, now you." Dave walked to the counter. He unslung his SMG, again, using only his thumb, and placed it beside Liv's rifle. With open, deliberate motions, his pistol quickly followed. "Don't make me say it again." "I don't have any knives. Never been any good with 'em." Liv snorted. "You shittin me? You came in here with no knife? Better a weapon you're only mediocre with than no weapon at all." Dave just shrugged. "You're doing a great job of convincing me you merely got lucky; twice; rather than win by skill and teamwork." Dave elected not to rise to barb. "Stand over there with your girlfriend." Dave turned and walked along the wall. He took the opportunity to look at the two guards. One was a wasp waisted, svelte brunette with her hair back in a bun. The other; fucking well looked like Tinkerbelle. Pale skin, silky blonde hair in a braid that wrapped around her head like a home-grown crown. Give her a pair of wings and no one would even blink if she claimed to be the fictional character. Well, Tinkerbelle never carried an M4 with a daylight scope. Sure as shit would have given that saucy wink though. Once Dave was beside Livy, Barnett spoke to the two of them. "You will both get a full debriefing at headquarters. For now, let's start with the disposition of the corpse of one Andrew Bilk. He was a very rich man, and someone wants an accounting of his death. Starting with where his body is." "Out in the grass. The goons in this camp had his body on the floor, up against the wall there" Dave pointed, "since we had kids coming in soon, I thought it best to get him out of here, so I carried him out into the grass near the other bodies. He's the one in the silk pajamas." "Silk pajamas? That should be easy to distinguish." "Oh, uh Sergeant Barnett? There is a time critical element here. The blonde lady we rescued first, Natasha, she was bound to the rich guy; Bilk you said? Anyway, she needs to be re-partnered. I don't know the exact timeline, but he died around or just after midnight. Problem is, the nurse around here couldn't get any more semen out of the rich guy's nuts, so her only shot is if a lab geek can eke out enough for her. She and the body need to get back to Dallas fast." "Right. Okay, Silvia?" The brunette focused on Barnett. "Yes, sergeant?" "Find this Natasha woman, get her and the silk clad corpse on a chopper and send them back now." "Yes, sergeant." She slipped out the door like vanishing smoke. "Also," Dave interjected, "in the houses are several women that the nurse, Parker, was forced to re-pair from the rich guy to one of these clowns. That was this morning, so they're all in imprinting sleep at the moment. The ones that imprinted later might be able to recognize which redneck imprinted which blonde." Barnett raised an eyebrow. "Apparently, the rich guy had a fixation with blondes." Tinkerbelle ran a hand down her side, giving her body a little wriggle as she did so. "Alright, I'll let lab techs and medicos sort that mess out. We've got a convoy of trucks enroute to haul these folks back to Dallas." As Barnett spoke, the sound of rotors could be heard. As the sound built, the door opened and five kids went straight to the nearest table. Parker followed in after them. "Oh, hey Dave. Listen, some Air Force woman pulled Natasha away. I think they just left on a chopper." Dave nodded. "Are you the nurse that used the Dead Man's Switch on these women?" Barnett asked. Parker stiffened. "Yes, I am. It was either that or let them die." "Relax, I'm not your judge or your jury. I'm just trying to establish a few facts and identities. Do you think you can remember which woman paired with which man?" "Not all of them, but some. The first was the one with the enormous" she suddenly remembered there were kids in the room, "uh, assets. The boss man took her for himself." "Okay, that's fine. Uh, Jessie, think you can find a notepad for ;” "Parker." "Parker here to write down what she remembers on the pairings this morning. The ones from before should be able to tell us themselves." The short blonde exited with haste. Parker checked in with the kids before approaching the sergeant. "Can I check in with the kitchen, to see when their breakfast is ready?" "No need," said Rory, passing through the arch with a plate in each hand, "breakfast is served." Sandy was right behind her, carrying three plates, one in her left hand, and two more up her left arm. The kids cheered. Sandy also had silverware in her right hand. She set that down first. Unburdened, Rory came across the room to Dave. "Listen, Parker mentioned being paired increases a man's metabolism. We made some extra. Would you like something?" "What if the kids want seconds?" "We made enough in case the older two ask for seconds, and still serve a couple of adults." "Like me and the sergeant here?" Rory grinned, "Correct. Why don't you two sit, and I'll bring out two more plates." "I appreciate that, Rory, but Liv hasn't eaten either. Neither has Parker, or you, or ;” "I know, I know, I've got five more servings in here. Sandy and I can make more shortly." "You don't ha--" "Hush. I want to." She leaned in close. "It helps keep my mind off other things." Immediately, Rory exited to the kitchen. Sandy followed after. As they passed through the arch, Jessie, the little blonde Air Force attack pixie came back bearing a portfolio containing a yellow legal pad and a pen. She handed that off to Parker and found herself an out of the way spot along the wall. Dave watched as Parker took a seat several spaces down from the children. After staring blankly at the page for almost a minute, she began writing at a steady pace. Absorbed in watching her, Dave was surprised when Sandy brought him a plate and silverware. Bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast. A perfectly worthy American breakfast. As he ate, Dave noted his companion / captor's face. The man's fair skin was as unpale as possible without adding descriptors like 'sun-kissed'. His jet-black hair strongly suggested an eastern or southern European heritage. That presumption was supported by the darkening along his jawline. Clearly a man that had to shave twice a day to remain within military regs. Unless of course, he went undercover, in which case he could grow a partial disguise in short order. Liv caught his eye as she returned from the kitchen. She took a seat next to Dave, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before digging into the scrambled eggs on the plate of food she'd carried in. She giggled at his pro forma protest when she stole a piece of bacon off his plate. Liv, on one side of Dave, missed the small grin on Barnett's face over the exchange. Her partner saw it though. Another enlisted woman came through the door carrying a sizable hardcase, the kind that usually has thick foam padding inside. She proceeded directly to the counter and swiftly stowed the weapons in the case. Then she carried the case back outside. "We're going to cycle the civilians through here for some breakfast before we entrain for Dallas," Barnett said. "When you're through here, meet me out on the lawn space where we started. Both of you." "You got it." Barnett took his plate and silverware through the kitchen archway. Shortly after, Dave heard the outer door to the kitchen open and close. Dave took a few more minutes to finish his meal. Liv spoke as he arranged his silverware on his plate. "Before you go, you should talk with Aurora. I think you two have something to share." Dave looked at her flatly. "She'd bonded, Liv." The young woman's smile broadened. "Not quite what I meant." Then she grew serious. "Just talk to her. Really, I think it could be good for both of you." She smirked when Dave walked away, fixing her with a wary eye. He found the sink, with a dishwasher beside it. Quickly, he rinsed his plate, placing it in the dishwasher. Rory and Sandy both objected, but he waved them off. Dave went ahead and rinsed the plate and silverware in the sink as well, along with a few cooking utensils. After drying his hands, he approached Rory. "Olivia said we should talk. She didn't say what about. Is this just her idea, or something you want to discuss?" Rory looked downward and swallowed. She looked back up. The haunted look in her eyes tugged at Dave's heart. Sandy noted their faces and suggested they step outside for a private conversation. Rory took his hand and led Dave out of the kitchen's heat and into the cool damp outside. Following her example, he leaned one shoulder against the wall, facing her. He waited for her to speak. "When we were surveying the houses; checking on the women and kids; Liv was asking me how I got here, what I dealt with getting here and being here. Honestly, she was just trying to make conversation. She didn't know what that would lead to." Dave waited again as Rory screwed up her resolve. Hopefully, his eyes were communicating support and patience. He could try speaking words of comfort or support, but the moment seemed too fragile to withstand him saying anything. "One of her questions was why didn't I try to escape after we were captured, before we were imprinted. Or why didn't we try signaling for help once we were stuck here. I can't speak for the others, but; I was not in a good place mentally when I was captured." She paused again, but not as long this time. Her shoulders came inward though, like she was trying to shrink; or hide. "Casey, the man I was supposed to partner with after getting my vaccine shot, is a good friend. He; spent time, when he could, talking to me by Zoom after; after ;” Rory shook with silent sobs. In Dave's heart, he knew what was coming next. The cold hand that gripped him, sapped the joy out of moments with his new family. His brain kept trying to reject the knowledge. Finally, she looked him directly in the eyes. Her composure shattered. "I had two daughters. They were both teenagers." As her tears poured out, Dave stepped in closer, wrapping his arms around her, his own visage twisted with the shared pain. He said nothing, merely held her for several minutes. When her shaking subsided, he waited a bit more. Finally, he took a deep breath and brought his mouth near her ear. With a shaky voice, he said, "My son's name was Eddie. He was twenty-three years old." Her arms around him tightened. Neither spoke. Several minutes later, Rory pulled her head back, an empathetic look on her face. She kissed Dave on the cheek and went back inside. Dave took a few minutes to collect himself. Feeling reasonably steady, he walked around the building. Liv and Barnett were there, waiting. "Okay, so here's what's happening. Most of these people are going back by truck. The convoy is nearly here. You two have a date with Air Force Intel, DPD, and possibly the FBI. You're going back in a chopper, now." Barnett paused, giving Dave a moment to process what he'd said. "Is that white pickup about three hundred meters back along the entry road yours?" "Yes." "Keys." "Excuse me?" "Gimme your keys. I'll have one of my people drive it with the convoy. We'll have it waiting for you when the intel boys and detectives decide to loosen the thumbscrews." Dave pulled his keys out and tossed them to the sergeant. "What about our weapons?" "They'll be in your vehicle." Dave nodded in acknowledgment. Jessie, the little pixie blonde, motioned for Dave and Liv to follow her. She led them to the nearby chopper and walked them through the seat harness mechanism. Two other Air Force personnel took seats on either side of the pair. Jessie returned to Barnett as the rotors began to move. Two minutes later, Dave watched the ground recede. Air Force personnel were scattered all over the compound. As of yet none of the kids had been in the big grassy area where the bodies lay. Just as the nose dipped and turned, Dave caught sight of military trucks edging down the dirt road into the camp. To be continued in part 12, Based on a post by RonanJWilkerson, in 12 parts, for Literotica.

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Ngày 15/08/2021, quân đội Mỹ rút đi, phe Taliban giành lại chính quyền ở Afghanistan, hai mươi năm sau khi bị lật đổ. Sau những năm tháng tương đối tự do, người dân tại quốc gia Trung Á này lại sống dưới một chế độ vô cùng hà khắc, nhất là đối với nữ giới: Trẻ em gái bị loại khỏi giáo dục trung học, phụ nữ khi ra ngoài phải che kín từ đầu đến chân, thậm chí trên đường phố không được nói chuyện với nhau. Họ gần như bị xóa bỏ khỏi không gian công cộng. Cuộc sống tăm tối của phụ nữ Afghanistan ngày nay đã được nữ phóng viên nhiếp ảnh người Pháp Sandra Calligaro ghi lại trong một phóng sự ảnh được trưng bày gần đây tại Pháp. Năm 2007, Sandra Calligaro mới 25 tuổi và đang làm thêm tại một quán bar trong thời gian học nghệ thuật và nhiếp ảnh. Ước mơ của cô là trở thành một phóng viên kỳ cựu và đưa tin về các quốc gia đang có xung đột. Khi biết một người bạn phóng viên sẽ đi Afghanistan, Sandra đã xin đi theo. Một tháng rưỡi sau, cô phóng viên trẻ người Pháp đặt chân đến Kabul. Rồi vì say mê đất nước này, Sandra đã sống ở đó mười năm, trước khi trở lại Paris, nhưng vẫn thường xuyên đi lại giữa Pháp và Afghanistan. Người nữ phóng viên nhiếp ảnh này đã quyết định ghi lại cuộc sống thường nhật của người dân Afghanistan, nhất là của phụ nữ, dưới ách thống trị của Taliban. Sau khi đoạt Giải thưởng Françoise Demulder ( tên của phóng viên nhiếp ảnh chiến trường người Pháp ) vào năm 2024, Sandra Calligaro đã một lần nữa tham gia triển lãm tại Liên hoan ảnh báo chí quốc tế Visa pour l'image ở thành phố Perpignan, miền nam nước Pháp, đầu tháng 9/2025. Loạt ảnh được trưng bày có tựa đề “Afghanistan: Dưới Bóng Cờ Trắng”. Trả lời RFI Việt ngữ tại Liên hoan Visa pour l'image ngày 03/09/2025, Sandra Calligaro cho biết:  “Tôi đã làm việc ở Afghanistan hơn 15 năm, với thời gian sống ở đó là khoảng mười năm. Giờ đây, tôi vẫn thường xuyên đi lại giữa hai nước Pháp và Afghanistan. Cho đến bây giờ, tôi luôn muốn ghi lại những hình ảnh về toàn bộ xã hội Afghanistan, cả nam lẫn nữ. Nhưng đúng là từ khi Taliban trở lại, tôi nhấn mạnh hơn một chút về những người phụ nữ đang sống một cuộc sống thường nhật như bị giam cầm. Đó là điều cần thiết và quan trọng.  Chính sách đàn áp đã được thực hiện từng bước khá nhanh chóng. Khi Taliban trở lại nắm quyền vào năm 2021, không phải mọi thứ đều bị dừng lại cùng một lúc. Đầu tiên, các trường học bị đóng cửa đối với các bé gái đã qua tuổi dậy thì. Sau đó phụ nữ bị cấm vào các công viên, rồi các tiệm làm đẹp cũng bị đóng cửa. Hàng loạt biện pháp như vậy đã được áp dụng trong nhiều tháng sau đó. Trước sự đàn áp này, trước những sắc lệnh ngày càng hạn chế quyền tự do, tôi muốn cho thấy phụ nữ Afghanistan đang kháng cự như thế nào.” Tuy Afghanistan nay sống dưới chế độ hà khắc của Taliban, nhưng do cũng là phụ nữ nên Sandra Calligaro có phần nào dễ dàng tiếp cận những người mà nay hầu như chỉ sống trong không gian hạn hẹp của những căn nhà, căn hộ: “Hiện nay, làm việc ở Afghanistan hay đi đến nước này là rất khó khăn. Nhưng mặt khác, vì tôi là phụ nữ và hầu hết phụ nữ nay phải sống trong nhà, cho nên gặp gỡ trò chuyện với họ thực sự là khá dễ dàng. Hầu hết các bức ảnh chúng ta thấy trong triển lãm này đều được chụp trong nhà.  Tôi muốn cho thấy sự phân đôi của xã hội Afghanistan thông qua các bức ảnh, với một không gian công cộng, không gian bên ngoài chủ yếu dành cho đàn ông và một không gian bên trong, nơi mà phụ nữ phần nào được tự do hơn một chút vì không bị quấy rầy. Những người phụ nữ, những cô gái trẻ mà tôi gặp đều có những cảm xúc khác nhau, vừa chán nản, vừa cam chịu và nhưng cũng vừa hy vọng. Đó chính là điều tôi muốn thể hiện trong loạt ảnh này: Trong nỗi tuyệt vọng tột cùng, chúng ta vẫn thấy rất nhiều hy vọng, hoặc ít nhất không chỉ là sự cam chịu, mà là rất nhiều sự chống chọi, rất nhiều sự thích nghi. Tôi muốn ghi lại bằng hình ảnh tất cả những điều đó.” Minh họa cho hai không gian cách biệt này là một bức ảnh của Sandra Calligaro chụp một nhà hàng truyền thống ở Shar-e Naw, trung tâm Kabul, vào giờ ăn tối ngày 12/04/2025. Trong nhà hàng này, phụ nữ không được phép ngồi trong phòng ăn chính. Đàn ông chỉ được phép ngồi cùng con gái chưa đến tuổi dậy thì.  Bị cấm đoán, bị hạn chế đủ điều, sống như những cái bóng lặng lẽ, tâm trạng của phụ nữ Afghanistan hiện nay ra sao, Sandra Calligaro kể lại: “Tôi nhớ đến một câu mà một cô gái trẻ từng nói với tôi: “Sandra, trạng thái tâm lý bình thường của người dân Afghanistan hiện nay đó là trầm cảm. Đó là điều mà cô cảm nhận trong cuộc sống thường nhật của người dân Afghanistan. Nhưng không phải vì chán nản mà họ không làm gì cả. Họ không thể ngừng sống, họ vẫn đấu tranh cho những điều dù nhỏ nhặt. Đối với tất cả những người mà tôi đến gặp, được chụp ảnh hay làm nhân chứng là điều rất quan trọng.  Họ muốn tôi ghi lại sự khắc nghiệt, khó khăn trong cuộc sống hàng ngày của họ, cùng với tất cả những hình thức kháng cự dù là nhỏ nhoi để họ tiếp tục sống sót, với những lớp học đang được thành lập, những tiệm làm đẹp đang mở cửa lại. Thực sự điều rất quan trọng đối với họ là được gặp tôi và để tôi cho thấy họ vẫn đang cố gắng để sống. Tôi nghĩ việc phơi bày sự khắc nghiệt trong cuộc sống thường nhật của họ, cũng như tất cả những hình kháng cự nhỏ nhặt đó thực sự mang lại cho họ một chút hy vọng để tiếp tục chiến đấu, tiếp tục sống, và cảm thấy bớt 'vô hình' hơn một chút.” Ngay cả những thiếu nữ cũng không cam chịu với cuộc sống thiếu vắng học đường. Trong một bức ảnh của Sandra Calliaga, Fatima, 17, ở Kabul, đang theo học một lớp trên mạng qua smartphone. Những thiếu nữ khác thì lén lút đến các lớp học tại gia. Sandra Calligaro đã đến một trong những lớp học này, nơi mà các “cô giáo” chỉ lớn hơn học trò có vài tuổi. Đó là những cô gái trẻ nay không còn được tiếp tục học đại học, hoặc không được đi làm cho nên muốn truyền đạt kiến thức cho những em gái cũng không được cắp sách đến trường. Sandra Calligaro giải thích:  “Đây là những lớp học hoàn toàn không chính thức. Chính quyền Taliban biết là có những lớp học như vậy, nhưng họ không biết gì về những môn được dạy, cho nên họ để yên, mặc dù thỉnh thoảng họ cũng đến kiểm tra. Khi bị kiểm tra thì các cô giáo bảo họ chỉ dạy may vá, thêu thùa, dạy Kinh Coran, dạy các môn về tôn giáo, giống như ở các trường Hồi Giáo.  Đó là điều thực sự rất, rất đau đớn đối với những người phụ nữ thuộc thế hệ đã trải qua chế độ Taliban đầu tiên vào những năm 90 và nay chứng kiến ​​lịch sử lặp lại với con gái mình. Thật khó khăn cho những người mẹ đó và tôi nghĩ cũng rất khó khăn đối với những cô gái trẻ lớn tuổi hơn một chút, những người trong 20 năm trước đó đã được hưởng một chút tự do, rồi đột nhiên, cánh cửa đóng sầm lại trước mắt họ. Trong 20 năm, họ đã được thoáng thấy một thế giới khả dĩ sống được và đột nhiên, mọi thứ dừng lại, từ học tập đến sinh hoạt giải  trí. Vào năm 2001, chế độ Taliban đã bị lật đổ nhờ có sự can thiệp mạnh mẽ của quốc tế, nhưng bây giờ tình hình không giống như trước và rõ ràng là quốc tế sẽ không quay lại đó. Thật không may là thế giới đang trở nên tồi tệ hơn. Điều thực sự phức tạp với Afghanistan, đó là dầu sao Taliban vẫn là người Afghanistan, đang ở trong nước họ và tôi nghĩ rằng rất khó mà quốc tế can thiệp vào, nhất là vì Taliban không hề có ý đồ bành trướng, họ chỉ làm những gì họ muốn trong đất nước của họ.” Hậu quả của chính sách mà phe Taliban thi hành từ 4 năm qua được thể hiện qua một bức ảnh mà Sandra Calligaro vào sáng sớm tại một vùng quê, trên đường, từ người đi bộ, đi xe đạp, đi xe gắn máy, cho đến người bán rong đều là đàn ông, không có một bóng dáng phụ nữ nào. Không chỉ sống dưới sự hà khắc của chế độ Taliban, các em gái ở Afghanistan nay còn chịu những hủ tục của một xã hội vẫn còn lạc hậu. Sandra Calligaro đã ghi lại hình ảnh của cô bé Nazanin đang ngồi trong góc nhà, tay ôm chặt chú gấu bông. Một giọt nước mắt lặng lẽ lăn dài trên má cô. Bố mẹ đã gả cô cho một người đàn ông cô không yêu, hiện đang sống ở New Zealand. Cô rất sợ phải rời xa nhà và sống trong sự kiểm soát của gia đình chồng, giống như mẹ của cô trước đây. 

Ngày 15/08/2021, quân đội Mỹ rút đi, phe Taliban giành lại chính quyền ở Afghanistan, hai mươi năm sau khi bị lật đổ. Sau những năm tháng tương đối tự do, người dân tại quốc gia Trung Á này lại sống dưới một chế độ vô cùng hà khắc, nhất là đối với nữ giới: Trẻ em gái bị loại khỏi giáo dục trung học, phụ nữ khi ra ngoài phải che kín từ đầu đến chân, thậm chí trên đường phố không được nói chuyện với nhau. Họ gần như bị xóa bỏ khỏi không gian công cộng. Cuộc sống tăm tối của phụ nữ Afghanistan ngày nay đã được nữ phóng viên nhiếp ảnh người Pháp Sandra Calligaro ghi lại trong một phóng sự ảnh được trưng bày gần đây tại Pháp. Năm 2007, Sandra Calligaro mới 25 tuổi và đang làm thêm tại một quán bar trong thời gian học nghệ thuật và nhiếp ảnh. Ước mơ của cô là trở thành một phóng viên kỳ cựu và đưa tin về các quốc gia đang có xung đột. Khi biết một người bạn phóng viên sẽ đi Afghanistan, Sandra đã xin đi theo. Một tháng rưỡi sau, cô phóng viên trẻ người Pháp đặt chân đến Kabul. Rồi vì say mê đất nước này, Sandra đã sống ở đó mười năm, trước khi trở lại Paris, nhưng vẫn thường xuyên đi lại giữa Pháp và Afghanistan. Người nữ phóng viên nhiếp ảnh này đã quyết định ghi lại cuộc sống thường nhật của người dân Afghanistan, nhất là của phụ nữ, dưới ách thống trị của Taliban. Sau khi đoạt Giải thưởng Françoise Demulder ( tên của phóng viên nhiếp ảnh chiến trường người Pháp ) vào năm 2024, Sandra Calligaro đã một lần nữa tham gia triển lãm tại Liên hoan ảnh báo chí quốc tế Visa pour l'image ở thành phố Perpignan, miền nam nước Pháp, đầu tháng 9/2025. Loạt ảnh được trưng bày có tựa đề “Afghanistan: Dưới Bóng Cờ Trắng”. Trả lời RFI Việt ngữ tại Liên hoan Visa pour l'image ngày 03/09/2025, Sandra Calligaro cho biết:  “Tôi đã làm việc ở Afghanistan hơn 15 năm, với thời gian sống ở đó là khoảng mười năm. Giờ đây, tôi vẫn thường xuyên đi lại giữa hai nước Pháp và Afghanistan. Cho đến bây giờ, tôi luôn muốn ghi lại những hình ảnh về toàn bộ xã hội Afghanistan, cả nam lẫn nữ. Nhưng đúng là từ khi Taliban trở lại, tôi nhấn mạnh hơn một chút về những người phụ nữ đang sống một cuộc sống thường nhật như bị giam cầm. Đó là điều cần thiết và quan trọng.  Chính sách đàn áp đã được thực hiện từng bước khá nhanh chóng. Khi Taliban trở lại nắm quyền vào năm 2021, không phải mọi thứ đều bị dừng lại cùng một lúc. Đầu tiên, các trường học bị đóng cửa đối với các bé gái đã qua tuổi dậy thì. Sau đó phụ nữ bị cấm vào các công viên, rồi các tiệm làm đẹp cũng bị đóng cửa. Hàng loạt biện pháp như vậy đã được áp dụng trong nhiều tháng sau đó. Trước sự đàn áp này, trước những sắc lệnh ngày càng hạn chế quyền tự do, tôi muốn cho thấy phụ nữ Afghanistan đang kháng cự như thế nào.” Tuy Afghanistan nay sống dưới chế độ hà khắc của Taliban, nhưng do cũng là phụ nữ nên Sandra Calligaro có phần nào dễ dàng tiếp cận những người mà nay hầu như chỉ sống trong không gian hạn hẹp của những căn nhà, căn hộ: “Hiện nay, làm việc ở Afghanistan hay đi đến nước này là rất khó khăn. Nhưng mặt khác, vì tôi là phụ nữ và hầu hết phụ nữ nay phải sống trong nhà, cho nên gặp gỡ trò chuyện với họ thực sự là khá dễ dàng. Hầu hết các bức ảnh chúng ta thấy trong triển lãm này đều được chụp trong nhà.  Tôi muốn cho thấy sự phân đôi của xã hội Afghanistan thông qua các bức ảnh, với một không gian công cộng, không gian bên ngoài chủ yếu dành cho đàn ông và một không gian bên trong, nơi mà phụ nữ phần nào được tự do hơn một chút vì không bị quấy rầy. Những người phụ nữ, những cô gái trẻ mà tôi gặp đều có những cảm xúc khác nhau, vừa chán nản, vừa cam chịu và nhưng cũng vừa hy vọng. Đó chính là điều tôi muốn thể hiện trong loạt ảnh này: Trong nỗi tuyệt vọng tột cùng, chúng ta vẫn thấy rất nhiều hy vọng, hoặc ít nhất không chỉ là sự cam chịu, mà là rất nhiều sự chống chọi, rất nhiều sự thích nghi. Tôi muốn ghi lại bằng hình ảnh tất cả những điều đó.” Minh họa cho hai không gian cách biệt này là một bức ảnh của Sandra Calligaro chụp một nhà hàng truyền thống ở Shar-e Naw, trung tâm Kabul, vào giờ ăn tối ngày 12/04/2025. Trong nhà hàng này, phụ nữ không được phép ngồi trong phòng ăn chính. Đàn ông chỉ được phép ngồi cùng con gái chưa đến tuổi dậy thì.  Bị cấm đoán, bị hạn chế đủ điều, sống như những cái bóng lặng lẽ, tâm trạng của phụ nữ Afghanistan hiện nay ra sao, Sandra Calligaro kể lại: “Tôi nhớ đến một câu mà một cô gái trẻ từng nói với tôi: “Sandra, trạng thái tâm lý bình thường của người dân Afghanistan hiện nay đó là trầm cảm. Đó là điều mà cô cảm nhận trong cuộc sống thường nhật của người dân Afghanistan. Nhưng không phải vì chán nản mà họ không làm gì cả. Họ không thể ngừng sống, họ vẫn đấu tranh cho những điều dù nhỏ nhặt. Đối với tất cả những người mà tôi đến gặp, được chụp ảnh hay làm nhân chứng là điều rất quan trọng.  Họ muốn tôi ghi lại sự khắc nghiệt, khó khăn trong cuộc sống hàng ngày của họ, cùng với tất cả những hình thức kháng cự dù là nhỏ nhoi để họ tiếp tục sống sót, với những lớp học đang được thành lập, những tiệm làm đẹp đang mở cửa lại. Thực sự điều rất quan trọng đối với họ là được gặp tôi và để tôi cho thấy họ vẫn đang cố gắng để sống. Tôi nghĩ việc phơi bày sự khắc nghiệt trong cuộc sống thường nhật của họ, cũng như tất cả những hình kháng cự nhỏ nhặt đó thực sự mang lại cho họ một chút hy vọng để tiếp tục chiến đấu, tiếp tục sống, và cảm thấy bớt 'vô hình' hơn một chút.” Ngay cả những thiếu nữ cũng không cam chịu với cuộc sống thiếu vắng học đường. Trong một bức ảnh của Sandra Calliaga, Fatima, 17, ở Kabul, đang theo học một lớp trên mạng qua smartphone. Những thiếu nữ khác thì lén lút đến các lớp học tại gia. Sandra Calligaro đã đến một trong những lớp học này, nơi mà các “cô giáo” chỉ lớn hơn học trò có vài tuổi. Đó là những cô gái trẻ nay không còn được tiếp tục học đại học, hoặc không được đi làm cho nên muốn truyền đạt kiến thức cho những em gái cũng không được cắp sách đến trường. Sandra Calligaro giải thích:  “Đây là những lớp học hoàn toàn không chính thức. Chính quyền Taliban biết là có những lớp học như vậy, nhưng họ không biết gì về những môn được dạy, cho nên họ để yên, mặc dù thỉnh thoảng họ cũng đến kiểm tra. Khi bị kiểm tra thì các cô giáo bảo họ chỉ dạy may vá, thêu thùa, dạy Kinh Coran, dạy các môn về tôn giáo, giống như ở các trường Hồi Giáo.  Đó là điều thực sự rất, rất đau đớn đối với những người phụ nữ thuộc thế hệ đã trải qua chế độ Taliban đầu tiên vào những năm 90 và nay chứng kiến ​​lịch sử lặp lại với con gái mình. Thật khó khăn cho những người mẹ đó và tôi nghĩ cũng rất khó khăn đối với những cô gái trẻ lớn tuổi hơn một chút, những người trong 20 năm trước đó đã được hưởng một chút tự do, rồi đột nhiên, cánh cửa đóng sầm lại trước mắt họ. Trong 20 năm, họ đã được thoáng thấy một thế giới khả dĩ sống được và đột nhiên, mọi thứ dừng lại, từ học tập đến sinh hoạt giải  trí. Vào năm 2001, chế độ Taliban đã bị lật đổ nhờ có sự can thiệp mạnh mẽ của quốc tế, nhưng bây giờ tình hình không giống như trước và rõ ràng là quốc tế sẽ không quay lại đó. Thật không may là thế giới đang trở nên tồi tệ hơn. Điều thực sự phức tạp với Afghanistan, đó là dầu sao Taliban vẫn là người Afghanistan, đang ở trong nước họ và tôi nghĩ rằng rất khó mà quốc tế can thiệp vào, nhất là vì Taliban không hề có ý đồ bành trướng, họ chỉ làm những gì họ muốn trong đất nước của họ.” Hậu quả của chính sách mà phe Taliban thi hành từ 4 năm qua được thể hiện qua một bức ảnh mà Sandra Calligaro vào sáng sớm tại một vùng quê, trên đường, từ người đi bộ, đi xe đạp, đi xe gắn máy, cho đến người bán rong đều là đàn ông, không có một bóng dáng phụ nữ nào. Không chỉ sống dưới sự hà khắc của chế độ Taliban, các em gái ở Afghanistan nay còn chịu những hủ tục của một xã hội vẫn còn lạc hậu. Sandra Calligaro đã ghi lại hình ảnh của cô bé Nazanin đang ngồi trong góc nhà, tay ôm chặt chú gấu bông. Một giọt nước mắt lặng lẽ lăn dài trên má cô. Bố mẹ đã gả cô cho một người đàn ông cô không yêu, hiện đang sống ở New Zealand. Cô rất sợ phải rời xa nhà và sống trong sự kiểm soát của gia đình chồng, giống như mẹ của cô trước đây. 

Nueva entrega de Lo que viene con un programa repleto de buenos contenidos relacionados con la ciencia, la tecnología y la innovación: descubrimos Naw, el proyecto personal de una emprendedora que batalla contra grandes como Adidas o Nike, hablamos de 'Creators of next' y con el investigador, Carlos Lentisco, analizamos qué es lo que viene en el sector de la conectividad.

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Mic Check for Episode 209 of The Splash Cast Monday Night Raw!

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In this episode of The North American Waterfowler, Elliott goes full rant mode. From holiday nostalgia to Chiefs stress to duck hunting “experts” who speak in absolutes, this one covers it all. Elliott breaks down why claims about mallards, cold fronts, ice, and snow often get tossed around like scientific fact when most of it is nothing more than opinion dressed up as truth. He also dives into weather frustration, the chaos of unpredictable forecasts, and the strategy game of stale-bird hunting. Then the big one: Georgie's escalating whining problem. Elliott lays out exactly how it's getting worse, why it's such a devastating issue for a dog guy, and why even top pros don't have a real solution. The episode wraps with November hunt stats, comment of the week, and a powerful message for hunters dealing with trials and stress during the holiday season. PARTNERS AND DISCOUNT CODES Flight Day Ammunition Website: flightdayammo.com Code: FDH10 Details: Steel sixes, fives, threes and fours. Available in 20 gauge, 28 gauge, and 12 gauge. Cases of 200 or 250. Shotty Gear Website: shottygear.com Code: FDH10 Details: Waterproof packs, gun cases, shell pouches, blind bags and gear built for waterfowlers. Backpacks restocking soon. TideWe Website: tidewe.com Code: FDH18 Details: Heated vests and gloves, breathable waders from entry level to high end, and reliable cold weather gear. Mammoth Guardian Dog Crates Website: mammothpetproducts.com Code: GUARDIAN15 Details: Heavy duty dog crates with optional roll cage. Available on the Mammoth Pet Products site or by searching “Mammoth Guardian Dog Crate” on Amazon. Weatherby Shotguns Website: weatherby.com Details: Elliott is running the Element shotguns this year, including the 20 gauge with sixes and the 12 gauge 18. Also includes the Orion over-under series. North American Waterfowler App iOS and Android Website version: thenorthamericanwaterfowler.com Details: New photo library feature showing all hunt photos in one place. Tap a picture to pull up every hunt detail. Patreon Community patreon.com/freelanceduckhunting Details: Supports the show and includes full access to the NAW app plus bonus content. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hawks talk -R.I.P Lenny Wilkins (02:30) -Hawks west coast sweep (03:30)**Rotation talk: Mo as the “fire extinguisher,” Dyson's composure, NAW's closer run**Jalen and Okungwu: The new dynamic duo**Scrappy comeback vs the Suns-Injury notes: Z (hip), KP (knee), Trey (MCL re-eval) & what changes on return (31:30)-Trade whispers: KP value, rebounding need, guard depth (33:30)-What's next: Pistons, Spurs, Pelicans—bank the wins (35:30)-Other Basketball News (40:00)** Steph leaves under armour ***The burns wemby and the spurs two nights in a row**Gambling probe reaches Lebrons doorstep**Master P and UNO defeat Tulane and TCU

Episode 206 | The Splash Cast: Monday Night Raw — “Pain, Pride, & Pageantry”Reggie & Norwood are back for another rollercoaster of heartbreak, hilarity, and hot takes across the world of sports.From Trae Young's MCL injury to HBCU rivalry chaos, college football upsets, and Falcons misery, this episode hits every corner of sports culture — raw, unfiltered, and from the culture.Trae Young OUT (MCL sprain)

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Bill Catania of OneRail & Adam Isenberg of National Association of Wholesale Distributors discuss routing - the challenges, the tech & why unification is key.   IN THIS EPISODE WE DISCUSS:   [03.02] An introduction to Adam and the National Association of Wholesale Distributors (NAW). “We're the leading advocacy and government affairs voice for the distributors, whether you're moving computer chips, potato chips, or anything in between!” [04.34] How listeners can catch up on OneRail content, and why Bill believes in collaboration and connection. [06.03] An overview of OneRail – who they are, what they do, and how they help their customers. “We're really focused on exercising our horsepower around data science and AI to help internal fleets optimize. When you take that internal optimization, and bolt on third-party, you have something really unique. And over the top of all of that is the human component.” [08.12] Traditional routing engines, and their biggest weaknesses. “The problem with routing software in general is that it's really just a calculator… And there are a lot more constraints now; there's a tighter SLA window, more demands on the wholesale channel – the routing solution has to contemplate many more variables, and a lot of the solutions out there don't do that.” [10.32] The biggest pain points right now for distributors, and the impact of changing, multi-generational workforces. “The wholesale distribution industry, as vast as it is, are laggers in technology historically. But now, with the advent of so much technology, changing so fast, you're seeing distributors say: ‘We can't wait any longer.'” [14.33] The business impact of using routing engines that can't consider all the relevant inputs. [18.13] How exceptions and traditional routing solutions erode profitability, the importance of extracting tribal knowledge in the workplace, and how new technology can allow businesses to make smarter decisions, reducing costs and empowering teams. “It's about being able to move those levers in real time, and that's the difference between the visibility era and the actionable insights era, which is where we are today.” [24.16] The challenge with change management and how new technology can ease the transition and remove friction. [26.38] The importance of leaning into tech, and how wholesalers are balancing rising delivery expectations and cost pressures with data-driven decision-making. “People want to make informed decisions but they need data, they need intelligence. And when you have a software and a partner that provides you real-time intelligence, that's how people are going to make those informed decisions to drive their business forward.” [30.19] Why many dispatchers ‘swivel-chair' between systems, and why it's such a big problem. [33.57] The new mindset, innovative distribution strategies and technologies NAW members are adopting to improve fulfilment and the last mile. [37.04] Why OneRail is uniquely positioned to lead the future of last mile, and why their network is as important as their software. “We have a large network that allows us to execute; not just connect with a courier, but pick a courier because of price, quality, time of day, zip code, SKU… So when we're matching a delivery, it's extremely informed.” “It's a chief supply chain officers best friend, because it allows that professional to let their team do their job, but be more accountable; to leverage external partners and bring their data back in, make sense of it, and apply it.” [42.21] How partnerships between wholesalers, carriers and technology providers are shaping the future of last mile. [46.20] The future of last mile, and why the market is finally coming to OneRail.   RESOURCES AND LINKS MENTIONED:   Head over to OneRail's website now to find out more and discover how they could help you too. You can also connect with OneRail and keep up to date with the latest over on LinkedIn, YouTube, Facebook or X (Twitter) or you can connect with Bill or Adam on LinkedIn. If you enjoyed the show and want to hear more from OneRail, we have plenty more great content for you. Check out: 481: Combine the Power of In-House and Outsourced Fleet Management, with OneRail 461: Go Behind the Scenes of a History-Making Partnership, with OneRail and PepsiCo 440: Level Up Your Fulfillment Capabilities, with OneRail 419: Discover OmniPoint Inventory Visibility and Tackle Shrinkage, with OneRail 393: Get 100% Visibility Over Your Final Mile, with OneRail 349: Deliver a Frictionless Last Mile, with OneRail Check out our other podcasts HERE.

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In episode 1940, Jack and Miles are joined by hosts of Reading Glasses & Reading Smut, Mallory O'Meara & Brea Grant, to discuss…Ooops! Yall Thought The Rapture Was LAST Week? Naw... It’s Actually NEXT Week! Dynamic Pricing Doesn’t Just Cost The Rich, Jigsaw--Uh... Mr. Beast Defends Trapping Man In Burning Building and more! Ooops! Yall Thought The Rapture Was LAST Week? Naw... It’s Actually NEXT Week! Dynamic Pricing Doesn’t Just Cost The Rich Jigsaw--Uh... Mr. Beast Defends Trapping Man In Burning Building LISTEN: Your Soul & Mine by BADBADNOTGOODSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Jon Krawczynski of the Athletic and the Jon Krawczynski Show is our guest to look ahead to the Wolves' season as they look to build on back to back Conference Finals runs. How much will they miss NAW, and which of the young guys can step up? Join Dunc'd On Prime! It's the only place to get every episode with Nate & Danny, plus every pod with John Hollinger & Nate as well! DuncdOn.SupportingCast.FMSubscribe on YouTube to see our hilarious faces and, more importantly, see watch this free pod twice a week.Or, sign up for our FREE mailing list to get Dan Feldman's Daily Duncs with all the major topics around the league twice a week.