John paused for a moment "In a day, I or we will go back, i need the rest, and we need to think of a way to bust out all of the mutants in that camp, then we need to destroy the camp. I think I may be able to destroy the camp, but i'd prefer to have it evaquated of all mutants first..." John told Jezebel "Are you up for it?"
She thought about it. She remembered all of the mutants who she heard scream in the night. Blood curdling screams filled with pain. She did not have any friends in the camp since she was kept in isolation from being "bad" and trying to escape many times. However, when she was dragged through the camp one night as they transfered her from one building to another she remembers seeing young children, no older then ten. They were being taken to the barraks where they would spend the rest of their lives. She then came back to the present, looking into John's eyes. "I will help you."
Jezebel looked down at the carpet. "They did it to some of the other girls, the older ones like me. I heard them talk about them, but I was the most frequent." She closed her eyes surpressing the tears, not wanting to cry. "They use stun guns, and strap you to furniture so you can't move. Sometimes I was strapped to the bed or chair for four or five days in a row." Flashbacks came and went. "They used physical force, like hitting us with sticks (( like the cops have )) or with their own hands. I heard they beat up the guys pretty bad when they didn't do what they wanted."