their father's wishes.  You must understand, Warlock, that in this country when a father tells a son to do something he has to do it."
     Young walked over and turned on the video, and turned up the volume so the little girl's horrid screams for mercy could be heard throughout the whole wing of the building.  "You tell me ANYBODY has a right to do that," she screamed, "you tell me that those boys should not have disobeyed, even if it meant their own executions!  There is no excuse!  No excuse for that!  Get out of my face!  Fuzzy evidence!  Go to hell!  Get out of here!"  Tears ran down the man's face. 
     "I'm sorry!"  he pleaded.  "I had no idea it was like that, no idea!  Please forgive me!  I was misinformed."
     "Get out!"  the Warlock screamed, "Get out!"  
      A little while later the local bishop asked for an audience.  Though the Christians were a minority in the area and often persecuted, he, too, begged for clemency.  Young would hear none of it.  When the slips came back from her officers she went through them. On every single one of them 'Execution' was crossed out. 
      "Will you put these in an envelope," she told her clerk, "and keep them as evidence that my decision was the universal decision of all commanders?"
     "Yes, ma'am!"  the aide snapped. 
     "I see no reason to delay it," Young snapped.  "Order them prepared for the chopper in the morning."
     "Yes, ma'am!"  the aide snapped again.
     The next morning in the city square one by one the prisoners were executed.  Screaming mobs were kept back with bayonets.  Finally the last body was sent for cremation. 
     "We're not very popular, ma'am!"  Warlock Hess commented. 
      "You know something?"  Young answered, "I don't give a damn!" 
      They continued their duties.  The evacuation was going well.  That afternoon a member of The Red Cross came in looking rather embarrassed. 
      "I have a complaint," she remarked, "from the mothers of some of the young men that were just executed.  It seems the night before ladies from the death units visited them in the detention areas, wined and dined them, and were intimate with them...were VERY intimate with them!  The mothers are complaining if our daughters can't be raped, how is it their sons were, made to engage in this activity before they were put to death?"
     Young stared at the woman, bewildered.  "I'll look into it!"  she finally managed.  She called Warlock Renfield and a couple of hours later he appeared with several of his ladies.  Their spokesman, a very young lady, explained.
     "Ma'am, we didn't think we were doing anything wrong!  We offered the young men comfort before they died.  Some of them hadn't....you know!  We can't do it with guys that are going to stay around.  They'd pass the infection.  No one was forced to do anything!  It was strictly voluntary.  Most of them appeared to have a good time, and thanked us for having a nice last night.  We really don't see where we did anything wrong!"
     Young scratched her head.  "Damned if I do either!"  she remarked.  "You have witness that there was no cohersion, force, or threats?"

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