Not this time

When the two officers arrived, Grant was lucky enough to have them come in slightly apart, as that enabled him to Claim each woman in turn without alerting the other. Lisa Sampson, the raven haired beauty came in first, and extended her hand in a professional greeting when she was captured. Brittany Smith on the other hand came in and noticed something strange with her fellow officers. She had only just managed to start looking around when Grant claimed her. He felt somewhat guilty about ambushing her, but the fact of the matter was that he didn’t have time to chase her, assuming that didn’t just end with him getting shot. Still, he was glad to see that the blonde’s sense of danger was fine-tuned, even if the fact that he and his were the ones who were the danger.

Once both of the new girls were his, Grant looked around and did a quick count of the ladies. The number, when he reached it, was something that seemed almost excessive to him. There were seven ladies he had claimed!

‘Seven! How the hell am I supposed to keep up with seven women who seemed absolutely bent on draining my balls faster than anything ever imagined or invented by man?!’ Grant thought somewhat frantically. The fact that he was getting used to the idea that these women were absolutely happy to drain his balls wasn’t lost to him. On the other hand, given how happy that Mary and Sarah had been to have him use them, he wasn’t going to argue with what made them happy.

Taking a deep breath to clear his thoughts, Grant turned to his girls, and gently cleared his throat. “Alright, so for right now, our business here at the station is done, I think. Unless there is a way to get into the ammo storage here at the station?” At Sarah’s head shake, Grant nodded and continued. “So, we have three main priorities right now. First, we need to get as much food, water, and weapons and ammo as possible. If what I think is going to happen starts happening, what I’m almost certain has already started in small amounts, then we’ll want to be able to fort up somewhere. Which means we’ll need supplies to be able to handle that. Which brings us to priority number 2. We need somewhere to go that we’ll not only not be cramped, but which will allow us to have those supplies that we need. And that brings us to our last, but still main, concern. We need to get back to the apartment complex, as well as everyone else’s home, to b able to collect personal items and cloths so that we actually have the ability to have changes of clothes, soap, and such.”

Looking around, Sarah bit her bottom lip as if she had a thought, and then spoke up. “Well, I don’t know what my husband with think, Master, but we could always use my house. We added a second story last year, and with the basement, we have room for each of us to have a room if we want it without cutting into any storage space for bulk goods. Plus, from the way you’re talking, it seems like you think we might not be able to get a lot of food resupplied for a while. I have a garden as well. It’s small, but the soil is pretty good, so if we pick up some vegetable seeds, we should be able to get fresh food too, not just store stuff.”

“That’s a great idea, Sarah! Plus, with me having lived next door until I went to school, I know the area well, and we can take advantage of knowing the area well.” Grant enthused, as he voiced his support.

“Uh, Master, as much as I hate to say this, I think we need to split into two groups. We have so much to do that if we try to stay all together then we’ll undoubtedly take a long time to do it.” Julie spoke up, her voice a mix of apology and firm resolution. She had been quite so much that Grant had started to worry that she was going to be a bit of a wall flower. The younger girls he understood were probably trying to be polite and respectful to the older ladies with him. Julie had just been nearly silent.

“Hmmm. I don’t like that idea either, but I think you may be right. Who are you thinking should be split off into a new group?”

Julie thought for a moment, and then outlined her thoughts. As she explained, Grant couldn’t help but nod along. Mary, Sarah, and Lisa should go to the Sam’s Club, making sure they took their police vehicles and having Mary right with Sarah in the Sergeant’s SUV. They would go and collect as much food, water, vegetable seeds, and other things that they could get their hands on that would be worth having. It was a strange sensation of being somewhat okay with Mary and Sarah going off on their own, but there was some unease at the thought of Lisa going without him. The thought tickled something in the back of Grant’s mind, but he couldn’t quite figure out what it could be.

The second group, which was going back to the apartment, was to consist of Brittany, Jessica, Julie, and Alice. That made the most sense to him, since all of the women who needed to pick up things from their apartments would be with him, except Mary. That said, Grant had Mary’s spare apartment key, and he trusted the girls to make sure that he got things that she would need while she was with Sarah and Lisa. Grant nodded in approval, and gave the signal for everyone to get going.

Grant smiled as Brittany made sure he knew that he was going to be in the front seat. The car smelled nice, but the seat cover was something that he had never expected in a car. The Kevlar fabric was not only in excellent condition, but gave him thoughts on what might be possible in the future. For now though, the first thing he noticed was the fact that there was a shotgun racked in the passenger seat that would go between his legs. It was an uncomfortable situation. His legs were cramped, and he definitely felt like he was constantly looking down the barrel of the shotgun. On the other hand, the fact that there was a shotgun as a terrific bonus in his opinion. They were going to need weapons, but that was going to be something that he was pretty sure needed to be a secondary concern. Not because he wanted it to be, but because with three officers, he felt that the immediate need for defense capability was handled. Maybe only for right then, but it did let them focus on some of the other things that would be needed.

“Master, do you know how to use a shotgun?” Brittany asked, her voice somewhere between hope and reservation about setting her expectations too high.

“I do, actually. My dad and I went duck and turkey hunting more than once. I have a feeling that your shotgun is a bit more tactical than it is for hunting. The same concepts apply for it though, for the most part.”

“For the most part, Master, you’re right. That said, that one is loaded with slugs rather than birdshot. So, it won’t have any spread, but it’ll go through doors or other things a lot easier. It also has a bit more in the way of range, so if you have too, you can use it to shoot targets further away.” Brittany explained, clearly trying her best to use language that wouldn’t upset the sensibilities of the other women.

Understanding that, if it came to a fight, it was more than likely that Grant would be the one handling the shotgun, especially sense Brittany had all but asked if he could, he had her explain the main differences between her shotgun and the ones that he had used growing up. As they drove through the streets, Grant tried to not look too closely at the various men running after women who sometimes got caught, and sometimes didn’t. With all the people out running around, Grant was suddenly very glad that they were taking the police car, even if it was more uncomfortable, rather than walking. It was a scary night, and walking seemed like it could have absolutely been a disaster.