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Cesar invaded the untouched town of Windsor under the cover of darkness and a violent thunderstorm, ruthlessly directing his men to block escape routes at all four corners of the city.
They split up and began moving in at the stroke of midnight and gave no mercy to anyone, just like they hadn't in any of the twenty other towns and cities they'd taken along Interstate 25. Moving inward, the Mexicans slowly took over Windsor for the next six hours, burning everything as they went. Those few who managed to escape would have nothing to return to.
Doors were kicked in and terrified girls and women dragged out into the rain, floors and bed clothes soaking up the blood of their husbands and fathers. Those found with the radio broadcasting good old American values were tortured, beheaded, and dismembered, left with Mexican flags draped over their faces. All the males were killed where they were found, babies left to die alone, and female after female was raped, beaten, broken.
During the first hours of this hell, the twins were in Cesar's tent, taking what was his. They snuck back to join the battle (slaughter) after they filled her with seed over and over again, and Cesar never knew they hadn't been with him all the time. A few of his sharper men could have told him, but that might mean a confrontation between the three and Cesar's men weren't sure he would come out on top.
The twins were hard, and none of Cesar's men wanted them in control. Their way of life now was perfect, without rules, and the stocky Mexican was still followed without hesitation even when they got to Ft. Collins and found it abandoned. Word had spread through the area, and the survivors were scared. The Slavers were coming.