Part 1

Sgt Joe Sims was standing watch over the top of one of the stands on the third turn. He heard the sound of small engines running. He looked to the outside and saw small grandstands surrounding what looked to be another track.

"AI, what is going on at the other facility?"

"There are two other facilities within range. One appears to be a dining facility of some sort. It is largely empty but there is some activity and five potential sponsors. The other is what appears to be a small race track. There are a number of family units and potential sponsors."

"Is there a way we can include them in this extraction?"

"Sgt Pearl has been sent to the dining facility and Lt Harlow has been sent to the track along with several enlisted. The current ship capacity has been accounted for, however those selected will be sent to the lunar holding facility. An Aurora will be in system within 24 hrs."

"Where will they be assigned to?"

"Many of the new candidates show similar tendencies to those currently being extracted. They will follow the personnel from this mission to Dighton."

Like the action at the big track nearby, the quarter midgets had been affected. While several teams were missing due to extractions, many were at the track for the first time. Quarter midgets are ¼ scale midget race cars. The midgets themselves were small open wheeled race cars but that is a subject for another story. The drivers ranged in age from 5 to 17 and both male and female. The crews were comprised of the families and friends of the drivers.

In the pit area Sam Houston was hunched over a small race car. It was the first time out in a while and the car was not running right. He drained the fuel tank and started cursing. It had not been drained before storage and there were flakes of rust in the stale fuel. Within minutes he had the system flushed and a new bladder borrowed from a neighboring team. In the trailer, his sixteen year old daughter was making out with her latest boyfriend. With the coming of the Swarm and the change in the age of majority, he had to work hard to keep her interested in cars. At 5'4" tall and just over 120 lbs, she had all the curves in the right places. She had lots of male attention and a 6.7 CAP score. The racing had added to the score by increasing her aggression. There was also the promise of a hobby stock ride at the big track later in the season.

Rich Apperson was in the flag stand high above the track. He, like all the other officials was a volunteer. He had just finished flagging a heat for the five and six year old novices. There were lots of spins and a couple of crashes. The push crews had gotten a workout and the race had ended at the time limit despite being three laps short of completion. He was used to hearing the sounds of race cars coming from the big track, since they often ran events on the same days. Suddenly, all of the racing noise stopped and a gray cloud encircled what he could see of the track.

Sally Apperson had been announcing at the track for several years. Her son Tom had graduated to the big track last year along with several of his friends. There had been no racing, but they had put in the time and were making their debut in the hobby stocks today. At a signal from her husband, she looked up and saw the gray wall surrounding the big oval.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, there appears to be an extraction taking place at the big track. We can only hope that the Confederacy takes note of us. Please stay in the area of this track and do not go near the gray areas."

Lt Harlow was slowly moving toward the tower. He had toured the pit area and noted the number of young families present. There were plenty of sponsor and concubine candidates and he was amazed at the workmanship of the miniature cars. One hour after the group from the college arrived at the big track, he took to the stairs and entered the scoring tower. Like all of the facilities at the track, the tower was first class. It had been built with volunteer materials and labor. The door opened quietly and he saw several young mothers hunched over tables. There was a coffee pot brewing in the corner and he took advantage to grab a steaming cup.

"Ladies, my name is Roger Harlow. I am a member of the Confederacy and I am here to conduct an extraction. Would you quietly return to your families?"

With that he moved to the announcer's booth and signaled to Sally. From the booth, he could look out over the track. It was set in a valley. To his left, he could see the grandstands of the big track. The track itself was perfect for thr task at hand. At 1/10th of a mile, it tried to copy the big track with long straights and tight turns. It was a very wide track and the outer edges were lined with old tires and guardrails. To his right was a low covered building where the cars were lined up before racing. Volunteers pushed the small cars to start them onto the surface.

"We are pleased to announce that Lt Harlow of the Confederacy has decided to join us this afternoon." Sally announced, "Please give him a warm welcome."

As he took the microphone, the barriers surrounding the track went up.

"I am here to extract volunteers for the Confederacy. In addition to people with the 6.5 CAP, I am also being allowed to extract certain folks with a 5.5 or better. You will be allowed two concubines. You will meet in the car staging area. Sponsors will be allowed a bonus concubine provided that it is a mother with at least five years of child rearing experience."

In the pit area there was a lot of activity going on in the trailers and haulers. The smells of sex and pot seeped through the doors. Tammy and Mary Jensen, a pair of fifteen year old twins, teamed up on the Anderson brothers. Within minutes, four virgins had been deflowered and two new lives begun.

Tom and Angie Stewart had been in a difficult marriage for years. Angie stripped and stood by the hauler door. She attracted the attention of Peter Simpson, a pimple faced fourteen year old with a large member. In the trailer, Tom caught Sissy Henderson and Margie James, two of his daughters friends. Within minutes three more cherries had been popped and two more young women left with full bellies.

Sgt Mellinger was not a happy camper. She had been torn away from her family. It might have been a normal thing for a Marine, but she did not have to like it. Extraction duty was usually difficult but this assignment looked to be a real cluster fuck. She had been sent to the track with the main force and was sent along with Harlow to the small track. When she got there she found the place swarming with teenagers and young children. Even though she had three of her own, they were all grown and gone before she was extracted. Men were not her favorite company either. She much preferred the company of her female concubines. She accepted the fact that she was going to be bred after this tour. Her male concubine kept himself busy with the other three females and she had loaned him out for stud on a few occasions. She had drawn the short straw on this assignment and would be in charge of the prospective concubines.

From the tower, Harlow started making announcements.

"We will start this off with a short meeting for all sponsors in the infield. If you have your pre packs here, bring their cards. All concubines will meet with Sgt Mellinger to the rear of the tower. Bring your dependents at this time. If you do not wish to be extracted, return to your vehicles and do not leave them for any reason. We have people in the pits who will be checking vehicles. If you have weapons of any type, you have 5 minutes to deposit them at the base of the tower."

As his last words came out, the sound of gunfire rang out in the pit area. In the hauler of the number 34, two teenagers lay dead. An angry man stomped the ground outside. Two privates came around the corner of the vehicle and stunned him. Several more teenagers came out of nearby haulers.

"That was Mr Jorgensen that you just stunned. He was an Earth First member. The couple he killed were his son and his girl friend. His son had a CAP card and they were planning on going."

"Any more of his kind here?"

"There used to be a couple of families that leaned towards EF, but nobody liked them, so they went elsewhere to race."

Slowly things started moving forward. The sponsors moved to the infield and the concubines to the tower.