But it was a beautiful Sunday evening so I thought, why not! I’d been walking for some 15 minutes deep into the forest, when I noticed a 4×4 car an... a tent attached to it, I didn’t think too much of it, but as circled around it I could hear some deep groans and aggressive and threatening language, I could hear a woman’s voice screaming … “You dirty bastards, your fucking sending me crazy … don’t shove that barrel’s up my cunt! … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh … you dirty fucking perverts! … Please rotate it. It was partly true. I knew I would get sick the moment I saw the lying smile of Charlotte and heard Onslow's treacherous voice. I also knew that I would call in again, maybe the next day and give him my notice. Getting a new job wasn't the biggest of my problems.Right now my priorities were getting out and getting sane.I was shaving when the phone rang. I thought I heard close-up breathing and distant sounds of beaches and seashores. Then I was disconnected.It proved the first of several calls. She deduced they were ressearchers or something like that.When she finished her tale they got silent and Max told her "go to your room and put on the clothes we brought you, then come back here." She quickly got to her room, scared of the strange men, and found a outfit similar to her mother's, donning it slowly.She was hearing their talk, but didn't understand it all. She hearded that they thought Nick to be special, and wanted to know if her increased resistence was caused by sheer will power. Brittany and I immediately froze and listened. Then I heard the faint sounds of sharp foreign voices. The three of us blended into the foliage and crawled silently to the proximity of the camp.The alien sight of the intrusion of strangers in our world was jarring to my sense of order. Two armed partially uniformed men were standing over a prostrate and cowering Kimberly. Both men held AK-47s at an attentive ready-arms position. Then a third stepped from the hut. The group had an air of menace.