Eddie took a close look at the way he had parked the fake Oregon State Police cruiser. He had angled it across the two lane highway just a few miles outside of Olney, Oregon. He had flares out about fifteen feet in front of the car, and he had the light bar on the top flashing. It looked pretty good to him, at least he didn't see any major flaws. The gravel road to the right was just in front of the bumper of the fake police car, an easy turn for the bus he thought. He reached down for the portable radio with the scrambler circuits clipped to his belt, tugging at the crotch of his blue uniform pants as he unclipped the radio. The damn things were just too tight he thought, he could never buy pants off the shelf, his thighs were just too big and these things were cutting off his circulation. I'd better not get a hardon, he thought, I'll split these damn things wide open.

"This is Eagle Rock two to Eagle Rock one, over." Eddie spoke into the small portable.

"Eagle Rock two, this is one, go ahead, over." Eddie heard Reggie answer from the pickup truck he was driving a few mile south along the narrow highway. His voice had that particular hollow sound that came over a scrambled circuit. Even with the scrambler the men weren't taking any chances, they limited their radio traffic to the absolute minimum.

"Position one, everything set, over." Eddie responded, telling Reggie that he was ready. He heard the double click acknowledging his transmission.

"Eagle Rock three, this is Eagle Rock one, over." Reggie was calling Hans who waited about a half a mile up the gravel and dirt road in a large eighteen wheeler. Hans had the truck and flatbed trailer parked in the center of the road and was standing beside the cab.

"One this is three, go ahead, over". Hans answered.

"Roger three, are you in position? Over". Reggie asked.

"That's affirmative one, in position, over" Hans replied, he too hearing the confirming double click from Reggie.

"Eagle Rock four this is Eagle Rock one, over." Reggie was calling Mike who was about a mile north of Eddie's position on the two lane blacktop.

"One, this is four, in position, " Mike's voice came over everyone's radio. "Equipment is out, no visitors, over." Mike had some flares and a detour sign out in his position moving anyone that might be driving south on the road off on to a second detour that would route them around both the gravel road and the fake police car. He too was wearing a fake OSP uniform, just in case anyone stopped to question what he was doing rerouting traffic on State Highway 202.

The four men were each playing a carefully scripted part in a well planned crime. A chartered school bus was transporting forty young girls and three chaperons to a ranch in northern Oregon for an afternoon of relaxation and publicity photos. The girls, all between eleven and fourteen were contestants in the Northwest Region Junior Teen US Pageant. The top five winners of this regional pageant would advance to the National contest to be held in Kansas City in a few months. The girls had been competing for three days in various events and were on the way to the horse ranch near the Pacific ocean with their sponsors. They were scheduled to spend the afternoon on the ranch having photos taken and then return the sixty miles to Portland by early evening. The four men had spent a great deal of time and money to make sure that the girls never reached the ranch, or ever returned to Portland either.

The men figured that they were overkill for this job, they had worked together for over five years, first as mercenaries in Africa and the Mid-East. Most recently in the Balkans they had led a team that specialized in the rape of innocent women and girls in both Bosnia and later in Kosovo. Things had gotten a little hot for them with both NATO and the International War Crimes Tribunal at the Hague, so after their last job so they decided to leave the region for awhile to let things cool off. While hiding out in South Central Asia they were approached by a man with a plan to kidnap a large number of American girls and sell them off to his clients as sex toys. The group figured that the pay was right, the risk minimal and there was a good chance of a lot of first class pussy - so they signed on. All of the men had become partial to rape, it was part of the job and they always tried to enjoyed their work. If things went smoothly they had assurances from their employer that more similar work would be made available. Reggie was the leader of the group, but it was a pretty informal organization, every man pretty much did what he wanted unless it concerned the operation in which they were engaged at the moment.

Reggie was driving a pickup a few hundred yards behind the bus, keeping track of it's position as well as making sure that no one was following them. Mike and Eddie had closed off the main road and had detour signs up to guide the school bus to where Hans waited with the big truck. A detour on each side of the road above and below the bus detour insured that other cars wouldn't arrive at an inopportune moment. Reggie passed a marker on the side of the road, they were 500 yards from Eddie and the fake OSP car.

"Eagle two, this is Eagle one, position alpha, over." Reggie called Eddie to tell him to get ready. He heard a double click as Eddie pressed his transmit button twice in acknowledgement.......(cont)