There is a lot of action and violence in this part.
Notes , In the UK , an allotment is a piece of land divided into sections for people to grow fruit and vegetables. These are usually rented out by a local authorities.

Peter used his secure phone to contact the forcibly converted male he had met the year before. He sounded as masculine as he ever did. He had told Peter he did it to remind the women around him what they did to him. He looked feminine, but sounded all male.

“I just want to say thanks for all your help. I also want to tell you we are considering offering mals help in becoming males again. Australia have done a number of successful testicle implants. In your case it would be impossible to give you back what was taken, but we may be able to help with plastic surgery.”

“No, I’m fine with what I am now, but thanks. I love the shocked look on women’s faces when they hear me speak. I definitely detect a lot more guilt. I’m a living example of why they should never vote for a feminist government. How can I help you Peter?”

“We are trying track down Charlie Sage’s father. His name is David Rodgers. He was in a work camp outside Cambridge. When the feminists institutions were investigate for corruption, many of the camp staff fled in fear of prosecution for mistreatment. The camp unofficially disbanded. We lost track of him. Please anything you can do.”

“No problem. That guy is the reason we are getting back to normal after years of fucked up feminist rule. I’ll look into it personally.”

“Thanks, you never did tell me your name.”

“Just call me Phil, OK.”

“Thanks Phil let me know as soon as you have something.”

Later that day his secure phone rang while in a debate about making it a legal right for men to contact their offspring without the permission of their mothers. He stepped out to take the call.

“Peter this is urgent. We think we have located him. We suspect he’s been living in a shed on an allotment in Huntingdon. He must have been hiding there for some reason, surviving by stealing fruit and vegetables. There have been a number of reports of men’s clothing and food being stolen in the local area going back about a year. The problem is we aren’t the only one’s looking. I traced back the other searches. The feminist regime was looking for him around the time of Wilson’s trial. They probably wanted to use him against Charlie.”

“Do you think they got him?”

“We have a poor picture of him from a door camera last night on his way back to the allotment. This image has been accessed by someone else too. I checked telecom records and found a message to and from an unauthorized mobile in Holloway prison.”

“That’s where Wilson is!”

“Yes, it could be her. The message was. Target located. Clear to proceed? The reply came back with this message. Make sure the job is done properly this time. Get backup and film the execution if possible.”

“No! When was this?”

“It was half an hour ago. If you hurry you may get there first. They may take time to arrange things and they don’t know we are on to them.”

Peter’s mind raced. He interrupted Em, who arrange for a helicopter to pick up Peter and three armed guards. He tried to ring Charlie, but couldn’t get through. Then he remembered he had Juliet’s number.

Juliet told him Charlie was a’moon, with Chloe. She connected him using the base radio.

“Hi Peter, just testing the new improved engines on Dawn, they work very well almost a 50% speed improvement!”

“Sorry Charlie this is urgent. I found your father. He’s alive, but the Wilson’s feminist goons are after him.”

There was a long silence. This was all a huge shock for him.

“FUCKING BITCH!!, I’ll fucking kill her if they do anything to him. I've had enough of this. No bloody more, no more! Give me the coordinates.”

Peter had heard Charlie angry before. This time though he was raging. He gave Charlie the map reference.

“I called the local Police, they sent a firearms unit to investigate. I suspect your father will think they are trying to kill him too. They should be there in 15 minutes. I’ll be there in around 20 minutes.”

There was no answer. Peter suspected that the amazing armored ship was already speeding through space.

The police arrived at the allotment first. The team consisted of two women and one man. The man, Patrick, had just finished his firearms training. He was the only male officer in the whole of Cambridgeshire to be trained so far. The inspector rightly thought that Mr. Rodgers would most likely respond better to another male.

They pulled up outside and carefully looked around the sheds. Patrick called out to Charlie’s father.

“This is the police Mr. Rodgers. You’re not in any trouble. We’re here to help. As you must know, the feminists aren’t in charge anymore. We think some rouge group are trying to harm you though. If you come out, we can get you to safety.”

As the approached the ninth shed they heard a reply.

“How do I know you aren’t working for them. They tried to kill me in the work camp."

"We're not Mr Rodgers. Would the feminist have a male police officer? What happened to you."

"It was the day the feminist’s government officials were being arrested. A guard came into my cell and tasered me. They knew I had a weak heart. I'm sure she would have kept it up until I died. My friend Billy hit her on the head with a chair.”

“I’m sorry Dave. Is it OK to call you Dave? We are just trying to help. We know how you were all mistreated. We don’t know how much time we have. Please come out.

Just then a black Range Rover burst through the gates. It skidded sideways and three women clad in black leapt out and went to ground. All three were armed.

The police all dropped to the ground and drew their weapons.

Sargent Ann Peirce got to her knees.

“Armed police drop your weapons or we will open fire.”

The response was a short burst of machine gun fire that hit her upper chest and unprotected neck. She fell to the ground with blood bubbling from a neck wound as she tried to breath.

The radical feminist spread out in a line to get better cover and shot towards the police and the shed. Inside the shed David Rodgers cowered behind a battered wooden work bench. He was cut in several places from splinters from the gunfire.

The now outnumbered police returned fire, but knew they would soon be outmaneuvered.

Patrick crawled towards Liz, who had just taken a wound in her leg.

“I’ve called for backup Pat, but they say it will take at least ten. We’re not going to last that long. They’ll get behind us soon.”

Patrick looked up and saw a black object plummet from the sky with a whooshing noise.

“What the hell is that?”

Charlie had Chloe train the cameras on the allotment at maximum magnification. They had been improved and were controlled by the computer to zoom in and out, this was to keep the image the same size on the screen. Charlie assessed what was happening as he descended.

Dawn dropped from the sky and hovered 6ft off the ground. The feminist assassins fired continuously at this strange new target. Charlie tapped the screen and plotted a maneuver.

The craft lurched sideways as the assassin’s backup arrived. Another Range Rover pulled up outside, and four heavily armed women rushed into the allotments.

Dawn’s shear dropped as she swung on her new course. It ripped a 4ft deep furrow as it came towards the first three women. They screamed and ran away, but the radar tracked them and altered course. The first woman was cut in two and ploughed into the ground. The second stood her ground and emptied a whole clip at the ship as she was hit head on by the plough. She was pulped as the plough ran over her..

The last woman almost made it back to her car. The plough shear hit her from behind crushing her body against the Range Rover's rear door.

Dawn stopped. It’s preprogrammed sequence being complete.

Charlie panned around with the cameras to see one of the new arrivals retrieve a bazooka from the rear of the undamaged vehicle. A bloody bazooka! he thought. They were going to use that against a man in a shed. What’s wrong with these people.

“Hold tight Chloe. I’m not sure if this will work this close to the ground.”

He activated the collision detection system that he had developed at Anston Aerospace. It helped the UQ planes avoid missiles. He had it tied into the navigation computer. He had fitted it to avoid asteroid strikes when prospecting the asteroid belt.

The rocket fired at a range of 100ft. It couldn’t miss, or so the woman shooting it thought. The ship moved faster than she could perceive. It lifted up 5ft then returned to its original position. The rocket exploded in the woods behind the allotment.

She dropped the bazooka and ran for the Range over. All the other women did the same.

“No you bloody don’t. Try to kill me and my wife. You think I’m going to let you get away with that."

He tapped the keyboard and Dawn cut through the fence toward the vehicle. The driver floored the accelerator and the tires threw up a cloud of smoke as they sped off.

The plough crashed through the back window and roof. As Dawn rose into the sky one of the women in the back seat was caught in the hook and eviscerated against the metal roof.

Within seconds they were at thirty thousand feet. The remaining women screamed, They were crushed by the sudden acceleration, their lungs burned with the cold and lack of oxygen.

Chloe froze, she knew what he was going to do. She had stopped him from killing Wilson, and Wilson had tried to have him killed again. While people like this were around, they would always be in fear for their children’s or their own lives.

When her children had been kidnapped, she would have killed anyone to protect them. As a doctor she should “Do no harm”. She knew she had to let Charlie do what men have done since antiquity, protect their family.

Dawn was over a large wooded area. Charlie put the craft into a spin. The plough ripped open the roof, and the Range Rover fell back towards earth. He set the ship to return to the allotment.

His brilliant mind calculated with a terminal velocity of around 53 m/sec, it would about 157 seconds to fall 30,000 feet. Almost three minutes of pure terror, knowing you are about to die. He didn’t regret it. It was cathartic.

Dawn arrived at the shed before the range rover hit the forest. He saw a helicopter had landed and the guards were helping the police. He and Chloe walked over to Peter as the helicopter took off with the injured police officer. The sergeant was dead.

A figure, unsteady on his feet, held himself up in the doorway of the shed.

They all turned as a large object hit the nearby forest and exploded.

“Oh my, he looks just like you Charlie.” Chloe said, as she rushed back to the ship for the medikit.

Charlie looked at the blood covered man emerging from the shed.

“Daddy? Err sorry. I think you’re my Dad.”

The man stared into Charlie’s eyes for a few seconds, then clutched his chest and collapsed.

Chloe rushed across to help him.