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Warning: This story contains sexual material and transgender themes. If you're not 18 or over, or are offended by such material then don't read it! This story can be posted on Fictionmania or any other free sites however, I do ask that you notify me first before doing so. This story is based on the story called, "I, my sister" and was written by Diana Christy (07/97). I would like to thank Diana for allowing me to use parts of her story in mine. I would also like to thank Arcee and Darkside for offering suggestions needed to finish this story. I could not have written this story without their support. Thanks guys! The Life And Death Of Al Parker Part 1 - Jennifer's Beginnings By Kelly Davidson Chapter 1 - Easy Money "Ten thousand dollars," said the fat, bald man. Al Parker was shocked at the offer. He had heard Klein Walker was a cheap son of a bitch but this was an insult. He pushed back his anger and calmly replied, "you have to be kidding Mr. Walker. You want me to break into a very secure research lab and steal information that you'll turn around and make millions off of. We're talking about real jail time here if I get caught!" "If you're as good as you claim you to be then that isn't a concern now is it?" Klein sarcastically snapped back. "I could find a dozen other people to do this job!" "Yes, that's true," the young man replied, "but then your chance of success is much lower, isn't it? The last thing you need is to send someone who'll get caught and then tell the police everything." Al stopped talking for a moment to let comment sink in. Klein Walker may be a cheapskate, but he wasn't a fool. "I know this security system like the back of my hand," Al continued. "Hell, I used to work with the company bigwigs during my stint in the army -- trying to find ways around this system. I know its weaknesses and secrets and I was trained by the army to get in and out of a location without anyone even knowing I was there. But if I do get caught, it will appear as if I was there for other reasons." "How will you accomplish that?" Klein demanded. "That's my concern," the private detective replied. "But for me to take this job it's going to cost you $150,000 in cash". "THAT'S OUTRAGEOUS!" Klein shouted back, trying to bully the younger man into a lower amount. "I'll give you $20,000, take it or leave it." The pair continued to haggle for another 5 minutes before they finally agreed on $50,000. Not as much as Al had wanted but he could live with that amount. "Here are the plans for the house and the other information you asked for," said the fat man handing over a large envelope to Al. "The lady will be leaving for Washington this evening and won't be back until Friday night. Her bodyguard is almost never there when she's gone, we checked. When will you be leaving?" "Tonight," Al answered quickly. "With luck, you'll have the information no later than Saturday. In the mean time I'm going to need an advance to handle my travel expenses, say about $5,000?" "I'll give you $1,000 and not a penny more until I see what you're going after." Klein laid down a stack of bills down in front of the detective, now turned corporate spy. "See you in a few days then." Klein turned to some paperwork on his desk. It was his way of impolitely dismissing the young man from his presence. "In a few days," Al repeated back. He didn't bother trying to shake Klein's hand as he left. The private investigator may now be working for him but that didn't mean he had to like it. As he walked out of the office, Al's mind was in deep thought. There were a number of things that needed to be done before he left that night. With just under a week left before Christmas it would take even longer to accomplish these tasks since he had to fight the vast crowds of last minute shoppers. He was so deep in thought, that it wasn't until Al heard his name for the third time that he realized someone was calling him. "Hey Al, wait up!" said the voice from the other side of the street. He turned to see his friend, Jim Baker, running up to him. "Hey, what planet were you on?" Jim asked. "I've been yelling your name for over a minute." "Sorry about that," Al replied sheepishly. "I've got a lot on my mind." He decided to spill the beans. "I'm on my way to the jewelry store to buy Sally an engagement ring. I already have one picked out. I just needed the money to pay for it." "Hey, congratulations buddy. When do you plan to ask her?" "Christmas Eve," Al replied back happily. "That's great buddy. So what the hell were you doing in Walker's Enterprise? Don't tell me you work for him now?" "Sort of," Al explained. "He's hired me for a job and I'm leaving tonight. I hope to be back by Saturday." "Tom doesn't know about this, does he?" Jim asked. Tom was Al's partner and the closest thing to family that he had. Tom also knew, like half of the Seattle police force, that Klein Walker was a career criminal who had always managed to stay one step ahead of the law. His partner's one goal in life was to put Klein behind bars for good. If Tom found out that Al was doing a job for his old adversary, well, the shit would hit the fan. "No he doesn't Jim, and I'd like to keep it that way. If you ever run into him please don't say anything, okay?" "Hey man, no problem Al," said Jim and then eased the situation. "I won't be around for the next few weeks anyway. The army's sending me out on a mission tomorrow. Sorry Al, but I can't tell you were I'm going. You understand." Al shook his head. "I understand, but just before Christmas. That's one of the reasons why I didn't re-enlist. You can never plan anything in advance. Hey look, give me a call when you get back in and we'll celebrate over dinner or something." "Sounds great buddy," Jim smiled. "Talk to you when I get back." Al shook Jim's hand and watched him leave. The army had treated him well but unlike Jim, he'd been ready to leave after his four years were up. But not Jim, he was a career soldier and enjoyed the life. The detective thought that was a mistake. His friend was smart and could easily land a good paying job almost anywhere. Well, Jim was happy and how many guys could say that about their job. Right now Al had his own life to run and he didn't have any time to waste. There would be a train leaving for Salt Lake City tonight (wrong tense) and he needed to be on it. The detective turned and started walking towards the shopping mall. *** Dr. Sarah Jensen stretched far back in her chair. She felt stiff from sitting so long and being in this windowless office didn't help matters. It would have been nice if the contractors had included at least one window when they were setting up this room but her bosses wouldn't hear of it. 'Oh well, it wasn't too high of a price to pay for working at home,' Sarah thought. She decided to take a break and get a cup of coffee. As she closed the office door the doctor heard it lock automatically. This was another price to pay for working at home. The security agency had insisted the door to her office remained shut and locked anytime she was away. At least she didn't have to use a key to get back in; the door was equipped with a palm reader, the newest thing in security systems. And then there was Gerald, the security agent assigned by the agency to watch over her and the lab. He was the biggest price she had to pay for working at home. Still, it wasn't that bad. At times she was glad he was there to help her out. Today however, was not one of those days. Gerald was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when she walked in. "Good afternoon doctor. How's it going?" he asked. "Fine I guess. I still have a lot of work to take care of before I leave tonight." She spotting the dirty dishes Gerald had piled up in the sink. "Why didn't you put these dishes in the dishwasher? It's only three feet away!" "Hey doctor, it's not my job. I'm only here to protect you and keep an eye on the lab, not play maid. But leave it there, I'll get to it later!" Sarah knew he wouldn't. They had been down this road many times before. She also knew that he knew it would bug her until it got done and she would end up doing it for him. The doctor was a very neat and orderly person who insisted on a tidy house. It wasn't in her nature to leave a mess lying around for very long. "Speaking of maids, when do we get a new one?" she asked while grabbing a dirty plate. It had been over a month since the last one quit and she was getting tired of doing her research, the housework and picking up after Gerald. "I don't know yet doctor. The last two didn't check out. There are a couple of others I plan to talk to next week but you know how careful we have to be with the work you do." 'As if that had anything to do with it,' Sarah thought to herself. What it really came down to was how pretty and willing one of these new ladies would be to go to bed with him. In the past 2 years they had hired six different female maids with the oldest being just 23 and the youngest only 19. They would work for a few months while becoming Gerald's girlfriend and everything would be just fine. But then the bodyguard would grow tired of them. Once the romance faded these women usually didn't want to be around him anymore so they would just quit. Gerald may be charming and good-looking but underneath all the glitter he was still a chauvinistic pig. "We need to get a new maid 'soon' Gerald!" she complained. "It's affecting the research I'm doing and we don't want that to happen, do we? I don't care if the next new maid is 80 years old; I want you to hire someone new by the end of the year! Do you understand me Gerald?" Sarah took a deep breath to calm down. She was under way too much stress at the moment and having to fly to Washington to meet her boss didn't help. She really needed that vacation she would be taking after Christmas. New Years Eve couldn't come soon enough for her. "Okay doctor, calm down. Once you get back from Washington we'll take care of the matter." Gerald tried to change the subject. "Speaking of which, do you want me to drive you to the airport tonight? It would give you a chance to relax before the flight and you wouldn't have to leave the car in the airport garage." "No thanks, I'll drive myself," Sarah answered back. The last time she left her car with Gerald he had driven it for the entire week. When she got it back there was an empty gas tank and two, long ugly scratches on the driver's door. 'Not this time buddy', she said to herself heading back to her office. There was still an hour or so of work left to do before she would start packing. *** Chapter 2 - Road Trip Al stared out at the mountains slowly going past the boxcar door. There was no better way to travel than by train...in this case a freight train. He was standing inside a yellow boxcar with the name "Railbox" printed on the outside; one of thousands just like it that roamed all over the United States and Canadian railroads. "Next load, any road." was its slogan. In this case he was the load, the road was the Union Pacific railroad, and his destination was Williams siding, located just north Salt Lake City. As luck would have it, the UP main line ran less than a mile from the house he was going to break into. It was the third day of his trip and Al was dirty, smelly, and tired. The last item he could take care of once he got to his motel room. The other two would have to wait until he got this job done. Just in case he did get caught breaking in, he wanted to give the appearance that was a nothing more than a homeless vagrant. But he knew he wouldn't get caught. Al thought of himself like James Bond! Daring, cunning, resourceful, and able to work himself out of a tight situation when he needed to. He had spent most of his time on the train planning how to get in and out of the house in case he ran into any trouble. His disguise was nothing more then a safety net in case all else failed. The private investigator was convinced nothing would go wrong. He saw the sign with the word "Williams" printed on it located right next to the track switch. The train was going much slower now as it strained to climb the steep grade it had just encountered. Al picked up the two backpacks he'd brought along and slung them over his shoulder. His favorite pack, covered with railroad patches front to back, contained food and water he had taken for the trip - as well as a change of clothes he would change into once the job was complete. The other pack had been custom designed to hold the equipment he needed to get past the security system. It had been liberated from the Army depot shortly before he was discharged. Al waited until the train slowed to about 10 miles per hour before jumping off. Then he stood by the track and watched the rest of the cars slowly roll by. He didn't know it then but it would be the last train he would see for a long time. The hike to the house was hard but he didn't mind. Normally the private detective ran 5 miles a day and was in excellent shape. Being cooped up in the boxcar had been the hardest part of the trip so far and Al was enjoying every step he took. As he cleared the woods, Al spotted what he had come for. The house was located on a small hill surrounded by a high, brick wall and to the trained eye, a very elaborate security system. Anyone climbing over the wall or gate would set off an alarm alerting the people inside. Wanting to get a better view, the private investigator climbed a tree near the wall. From there he could see a beautiful, expensive home with a windowless room added to the rear. Compared to the rest of the house that room looked out of place. In the driveway was a brand new Ford Mustang. The information he had been given said it belonged to the bodyguard, Gerald. Today was Friday and Al figured he would most likely be going out for the evening. At least that was what he hoped would happen. There was no car in the garage as expected. The owner, Sarah Jensen, was obviously still in Washington and wouldn't be home until later that night. It was a perfect setup! Now all he had to do was wait until it got dark, come back, get the information he needed, and then go collect his $50,000 from Klein Walker. Al left the woods and started jogging down the road toward a motel located three miles away. The detective was tired and looking forward to a decent 8 hours of sleep in a real bed. Less then an hour later he arrived at the 3rd class joint called The Sunset Motel. The owner looked much like the place did, old and run down. 'Well, beggars can't be choosy', Al told himself as he walked in. "I need a room - one that's quiet and away from the traffic," Al told the owner/manager. "I'll give you number 4," the man replied back. "It's clean, quiet and the shower works." The owner emphasized the word "shower". Well, at least he smelled the part. Once in his room, Al unfolded the map of the house to look at it once more. He really didn't need to look; the private investigator had a photographic memory. Still, his army training had taught him to be thorough. "Piece of cake," he said to himself lying down on the bed. Less then 10 minutes later he was sound asleep. *** Gerald was furious. His car, his brand new Mustang wouldn't start. It was less then three months old and already it had developed ignition problems. "What morons!" he muttered to himself after he'd hung up the phone with the local Ford dealership. The manager had promised to pick up the car within the next hour and find out what the problem was. In the meantime he was stuck at home miles from anywhere. The dealership manager had assured him that he would get his car back before the day was over. They'd better or there will be hell to pay! Gerald said to himself. *** Tom McClain arrived late at the office but wasn't surprised to see Al not there. They both worked irregular hours and coming in late was part of the job. He looked down at the answering machine and noticed several messages waiting to be played back - some of them were a few days old. Tom frowned slightly. Al was supposed to have taken care of this while he was away. 'Well, maybe he got called out on his own assignment,' Tom thought. It had happened once before. He clicked the play button and listened to the messages on the machine. None of them were from Al. 'Damn it!' Tom swore silently. How many times had he told Al to check in and let him know what was going on. His partner had all the makings of a great detective but was also too much of a lone wolf. While being a private investigator wasn't as dangerous as some detective novels made it out to be, there were still some tense moments at times. And if anything bad did happen to his friend well, Tom needed to know where to start looking. Well, he would talk to his friend when he got in. In the meantime Tom had his own work to do. He had to fill out a report for a woman who had suspected her husband was cheating on her. She was right of course, he was. When would they ever learn? *** Chapter 3 - Inside the lion's den Al woke up to the sound of the radio broadcasting a winter storm alert. It was already getting dark outside and the weatherman was warning everyone of a severe snowstorm that would hit the area sometime after 9pm. 'Perfect,' he thought to himself. 'The snow will cover up all my tracks after I leave.' He studied the map of the house one more time before taping it to the underside of the drawer. Carefully he slid the drawer back into the slot. Then he grabbed the backpack with the equipment. As he stepped outside a blast of cold wind greeted him. Well, he would warm up in a few minutes. Al did some stretching exercises and then started jogging toward the Jensen house. *** "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIX IT UNTIL TUESDAY?" Gerald yelled into the phone. "Take the part off one of the other cars on the lot." The bodyguard listened to the manager's poor excuse on why this couldn't be done. He had watched them tow his car away with the assurance it would be fixed by the end of the day. Now the dealership waited until 5 minutes before they closed to tell him it would be Tuesday before the part would come in. "What about a rental?" Gerald demanded. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY? You have an ENTIRE LOT FULL OF CARS I COULD DRIVE!" The manager on the other end tried to explain about their insurance not covering such a situation but Gerald cut him off. "Screw YOUR insurance," said Gerald in a fit of rage. "I have my OWN INSURANCE AND I WANT A CAR RIGHT NOW! NOT NEXT WEEK, TODAY!" Sometimes yelling got him what he wanted but not this time. Gerald slammed the phone down in a fit of rage. "GREAT! A Friday night and no car to go anywhere." The bodyguard sat down on the couch to sulk. If only Dr. Jensen hadn't taken her car. Now he would have to spend Friday night home alone. But Gerald didn't realize how mistaken he was. *** The sky was starting to spit snow when Al arrived at the main gate. There was a light on in the living room but the car that had been parked in the driveway was gone. Quickly he moved off to one side of the surrounding wall towards a clump of trees. In this type of weather it would be impossible for anyone to see him from the road. He took a few steps back and made a running jump for the wall. His fingers grabbed the edge and slowly Al pulled his head even with the top to see what he was up against. Imbedded in the bricks were a series of sensors spaced about every six inches. They were designed to pick up large objects climbing over the wall, like a man for instance. The sensor's range was only a few feet at best; but then it didn't need to be more since the wall was almost seven feet high. It would have taken a giant to jump over the wall and clear the sensors without breaking a leg (or two) on landing. Al looked around for the place he had spotted earlier in the day. A thick tree branch had been allowed to grow over the wall making it the perfect bridge to cross. Carefully he climbed high into the tree until he got to the branch. After making sure it wouldn't break, he slowly inched his way out across it. Once passed the wall, Al placed a rope over both sides of the branch and gently lowered himself down. When his feet touched the ground he retrieved the rope and looked around for a junction box. The house was protected by a high-rated security system called 'The Nighthawk'. It was the same system Al had worked with before while in the Army. 'The Nighthawk' was simple in terms of hardware but very effective in what it was designed to do. Each system had it's own standard computer that could be located anywhere inside the house. Attached to the back of the computer was a high powered receiver. By using radio signals, it allowed the system to be free of wires between the computer and the sensors; wires that could be cut both accidentally and on purpose. The sensors in the wall were connected to a device called the junction box. Its purpose was to collect the data from the sensors and pass it on to the receiver via a narrow-band signal. The signal was scrambled between the two locations making it almost impossible to duplicate. Because of its strength, the signal was equally impossible to jam unless someone used a jammer the size of a small car. In the case of the latter, any interruption in the signal would cause alarm to go off making the attempt pointless. All in all it was a beautiful system but it had one major flaw - the junction boxes were not made to be tamper-proof. Instead of having the front panel monitored with a sensor so the computer could alert someone when the door was open; it was kept shut with a cheap metal latch that a 2-year-old could have opened. Al had tried to warn the company about the problem but the designer's arrogance wouldn't allow him to admit there could be anything wrong with his baby. "After all," the designer had lectured the young army soldier like some college professor who was berating a student for questioning something so obvious; "first you have to get to the junction box - which of course is impossible anyway. So why increase the security of the box if a intruder can't get to it in the first place." Al almost rolled his eyes when the designer then started talking about how much more expensive the system would be with the change. He had checked to see what the cost would have been. All together, the parts wouldn't have added up to more then $20 per box. If they went with just a simple, high-rated lock, then that price was almost cut in half. What was a couple of hundred dollars extra to someone buying a $100,000 system? It was well worth the cost considering it would have increased the security protection of 'The Nighthawk' tenfold. At the Jensen house there were two junction boxes assigned to each of the four walls for a total of eight. 'That salesperson must have done some fast-talking,' Al told himself. 'One box per wall would have done the job nicely.' The private eye spotted what he was looking for behind a bush and went to work. First he pulled out a digital tester and turned it on. The numbers on the display panel were lit making them easy to see in the dark. Next he hooked up the leads to the junction box circuits and hit the scan button. What few people realized when they purchased a security system was that there was always a back door built into them. This allowed the service people to monitor and calibrate the system without having to pry the password out of the owner each time this was done. In a matter of minutes his tester had figured out the code needed to disable the sensors on that part of the wall for one minute. Sixty seconds would be plenty of time to cross over the wall and get away. Al punched the code into the memory, disconnected everything, and packed the digital tester back into its backpack. Then he made his way over a set of trashcans next to the garage window. Being careful not to make any noise, he tucked the backpack into one of the cans and covered it up with trash. While Al was confident the house was empty, he wanted to be sure no one was inside before he brought anything in. After all, what would a transient be doing breaking into a house with a backpack full of expensive, electrical equipment? Prying open the garage window was easy; it wasn't even locked. But in the process of climbing in, Al knocked over a can, which made a loud rattling noise as it hit the floor. The PI almost jumped out of his skin when he heard it hit the ground. He stopped dead in his tracks and listened carefully to see if he could hear anyone coming. *** Inside Gerald heard the can fall and laid down the newspaper. He didn't believe things fell for no reason so he quietly tiptoed over to the door and put his ear to it. Listening carefully, he was soon rewarded by the sound of footsteps walking across the hard garage floor. Then the handle on the door jiggled. *** Al tried the door even though he knew it would most likely be locked. Well, that really wasn't true. It was fitted with one of the cheaper door locks you could buy. 'Very typical of the world we live in,' Al thought to himself. 'Buy a super expensive alarm system for the house but protect the outside doors with a $2 lock.' He took out a pick and in less then 30 seconds he had it unlocked. *** While this was going on, Gerald's training was kicking in. He walked inside a closet and closed the door until there was just a crack to see through. 'Better to find out just whom I'm dealing with before acting,' he thought to himself. His right hand gripped the gun that was already out of its holster. It had been a while since he had had a reason to use it. What he saw come through the door surprised him. In walked a skinny, dirty man dressed in shabby clothes. 'A thief!' If so he was going to be in for a rude surprise. Next to the door was the alarm panel. Al noticed the ready light was green, indicating the system was waiting to be turned on. 'Also very typical of the world we live in today,' Al said to himself. In the army his commander had drilled into him to turn on the alarm whenever he was leaving a secure area. Yet most people only set the alarm when they would be gone for more then a day - sometimes not even then. Al didn't see the point of having a security system if you weren't going to use it all the time! He stood by the door for a moment and listened. The car outside was gone and the house seemed to be quite deserted. If the bodyguard were in the house he would have known it by now. Al headed up the steps toward the bedrooms, unaware he was being watched. Gerald was sure he was dealing with an ordinary thief. The intruder was heading upstairs, not towards the lab. The bodyguard put his gun away. He wouldn't need it to take care of this job. After about 30 seconds he headed up the stairs behind Al. *** Al entered the main bedroom and started going through some drawers packed with expensive lingerie. 'This doctor sure has good taste,' he thought. Underneath a pair of lacy underwear he found some expensive gold rings. 'Jackpot!' Al almost said out loud. Maybe he wouldn't have to use any of the money Klein Walker had given him to get back home. His original plan had been to get some stuff together in the event he was caught, making him look like an intruder rather than an industrial spy. Then, after he got what he had came for, he would put everything back the way he had found it. But the lure of easy cash was just too inviting. The investigator now understood why criminals continued to rob houses even when they no longer needed the money. It gave them a high. Looking in another drawer he found $700 in cash rolled up in a pair of pink socks. This was getting better. Other drawers revealed similar items he could sell for lots of money. Al stuffed them all into a small bag he had brought along. "Now for the real prize," he said quietly to himself. As he turned towards the door Al came face to face with the biggest man he had ever seen in his life. "Hi there," Gerald said with a smile. Al felt something hit the side of his face and a moment later found himself on the floor. As the private investigator tried to get up, he was rewarded with a blow to his side that knocked the wind out of him. Then came a sharp blow to his back, leaving him partially paralyzed. Al gasped for air and looked up at the big man standing above him, still with a smile on this face. "I...I," he gasped. "I made a mistake...the wrong house." "Yes, you made a big mistake my friend," Gerald replied back. "And now you're going to pay for it." The bodyguard reached down to hit the intruder hard again. *** Chapter 4 - The wrong choice The flight had been a long and Sarah was glad to be home. Pulling into the driveway she noticed the light was on in her bedroom. 'That's rather odd,' she thought as Gerald met her at the door. "We have a small problem," he said to her. *** Al was locked in a small room located inside the very lab he was supposed to have broken into. His body was bruised and bleeding from the beating he had taken. Gerald's punches felt like he was being hit with a sledgehammer and the bodyguard seemed to take great pleasure in distributing them even when it was clear Al was no longer a threat to him. As he lay on the bare cot, his eyes turned to the large mirror located on the wall that the lab office shared. He had been too groggy to notice when Gerald brought him in but guessed it was really a one-way mirror. He rubbed his head and tried to think about what had happened. The physical pain was bad but it was his pride that hurt the most. After all his planning, what had gone wrong? Gerald had questioned him roughly for over an hour about how he had gotten over the wall and what he was doing here. Well, at least Al had the satisfaction of knowing the screw-up didn't occur there. But that had been over an hour and a half ago, the police should have arrived long ago. If only he could see what was happening on the other side of the mirror. *** On the other side of the mirror Sarah stared at the intruder lying on the cot. "How did he get in?" she demanded to know. "I'm not sure," Gerald replied back slowly. "As you can see, I questioned him extensively. He told me that he pole vaulted over the front gate. I guess that's possible, he's in pretty good shape for a transit; but I didn't find a pole anywhere near the gate. He said he needed some money for a place to stay. Here are all the things he had on him." Sarah looked at all the items Al had taken from her room, some of them having a very high sentimental value to her. She really did need to get a safe, didn't she? Cash could be replaced but not sentimental items. There was also a wallet containing an ID card with the name of "Joe Smith" and his picture on it. Odd, he was wearing the same clothes in the picture that he had on now and the ID card was several years old. It had to be a fake. "I was getting ready to call the police but...," said Gerald. "Yes," Sarah finished for him. "That's the last thing we need right now." There was more at stake here than a simple break-in. If the agency found out what had happened they would force the doctor to move out of her home and into someplace they felt was more secure. If she refused well, they may not cut their support for her research but she couldn't take that chance, could she? The doctor was so close to achieving her goal and needed the test subjects the agency provided her with. But what could she do? Gerald could take care of the man and not have it bother him but her? No, she could not be a party to murder. She would rather turn him over to the police first. So was there another way? Gerald read her mind and prepared to spring a plan he had been thinking about before she had shown up. "There is another way we can handle the situation where the police don't have to be called in and no one gets hurt," he told her in a cunning tone. "It also fixes another problem we talked about earlier. Remember how you were telling me we needed a maid and I told you about the security risk. The problem is finding someone we can trust...or control." Sarah didn't even look over at Gerald. She just stared at this dirty, most likely smelly thing that had invaded her home and tried to steal her precious possessions. 'Why not?' she thought. 'The police would only turn him lose in a few days to steal from someone else. This bum was never going to find a job and here she could offer him real security where he would serve a useful purpose. Outside he was just another leech on society.' "We have to make sure he has no family or friends before doing 'anything' to him," she finally said. "We don't want someone coming around later looking for him. Let me in so I can question him." "Hold your nose," said Gerald as he unlocked the door. "He stinks pretty badly!" Al didn't rise as the bodyguard and Dr. Jensen strolled into the room. Damn it, how was he going to get out of this mess without being arrested? And if he was arrested, how was he going to make sure no one found out who he really was? Well, the police hadn't been called otherwise they would have been here by now. Al decided to play it cool and see what they wanted. The lady spoke to him first. "So, I understand you went through my things looking for stuff to steal. What do you have to say for yourself?" she asked sternly. Her bodyguard wasn't kidding, he did stink. "Hey lady, I'm sorry. It's cold outside and I didn't want to spend Christmas in the snow. I wasn't trying to hurt anyone, honest. I'm very sorry, please let me go. Please?" 'Not a bad act,' Al thought to himself. "What about your family? Don't you want to spend time with them?" "Don't have no family. My parents were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver when I was two years old. I lived in an orphanage until I was 13, then I ran away." Al didn't mention he had been caught a few days later and sent back. "So no family? No one to miss you?" Sarah asked in what sounded to Al to be a concerned tone. "No, no one. I'm all-alone with no one who cares for me. I take care of myself. I've done so for a long time." Al looked down on the ground trying to create sympathy for himself. Being so close to Christmas, people tended to be more generous to the less fortunate. It was a dirty trick but Al needed to use every one in the book if he planned to get out of this mess. He couldn't have realized he was writing his own death warrant. "How come you're in such good shape for a transit?" asked Gerald. "Hey man, it's a hard life, with no health policy if I get sick, you know what I mean? I spend hours in railroad boxcars with nothing to do so I might as well keep in shape, right? Besides, it protects me from the other people who ride the rails." 'He's perfect,' Sarah said to herself. There were no family members or friends who would miss him. He's kept himself in good shape, which was needed for what she had in mind. Yes, he would do very nicely. "I'll give you a choice Joe. I can call the police and have them pick you up or you can help me with my research. I will need a sample of your blood and skin. Don't worry, it won't hurt at all. And, you will need to spend the next 48 hours here while I conduct my tests. The sample is for some genetic research I am working on. I'll even let you keep the cash you took from my sock drawer. So, what do you want me to do?" Gerald knew his boss had made up her mind to use him when she mentioned the word's "genetic research". It was a big breach of security to mention what they were doing here and Dr. Jensen knew it all to well. There was no way this Joe Smith, or whoever he really was, was going to walk out of this lab alive if he decided wrongly. Al on the other hand considered himself very lucky. Not only could he avoid going to jail, he may even earn some money out of this. At least he wouldn't be going home empty handed. He would have loved to teach this big ape a lesson but if that was the cost of not spending Christmas in jail, along with a small sample of his skin and blood, it was worth it. Al started to roll up his shirtsleeve. *** Chapter 5 - Crossing the "T"s, dotting the "I"s Sarah was pouring through the thick books on her desk. The hardest part of the process was making up a word -- one word -- which had never been spoken before and would never be heard in public. It sounded so easy and yet it wasn't. The problem was, you never knew when the test subject (that is how she thought of Al now) was going to run into someone from a foreign country where in English the word meant nothing but in their language it did. She was on her third word; the first two had failed to be unique. One had been a medical term in Russia and the other was a common name for a tool in Spanish. The odds against hearing such a word were great but if it happened, the results could be disastrous. Her computer was searching the CD's (there were 19 of them) containing numerous words from around the world. It checked to see if the word she typed in existed or sounded like any of the other words the CD's had on file. But even they didn't contain all the words (yet) and she still had to look in real books to be sure. The computer beep and displayed, "NO MATCHING WORDS FOUND." Sarah also hadn't found the word listed in any of the books she checked. So, this was the word she could use. 'Ekala!' Next the doctor looked at the profile sheets of several donors she had received from around the country. All of them were young females between the ages of 18 and 25. She looked at each one carefully and picked out what she thought were the best two. One was a 23-year-old named Cindy Baker. From the report she had beautiful blonde hair and a body to match. She was also intelligent and carried herself well. The other was an 18-year-old female named Jennifer Anderson. She was a cheerleader and an "A" student in high school. The person taking her report had given her a top score of 5 in several categories including looks, poise and mannerism. Sarah thought about it for a moment and put Cindy Bakers profile back in the pile. "Sorry Cindy, I have to go with the younger woman this time." There was one more thing she had to do before going to bed. 'How late was it?' she wondered. The clock showed it was almost 3am. Sarah looked up the number and dialed. "Sam, this is Sarah Jensen. I have a job for you. I need you to find out what is happening with a Jennifer Lynnette Anderson." She gave him all the information he needed. "I also need you to find me a new female ID around the same age range and Sam, I want you to keep this to yourself, understand? Yes, I know that will double the price; I'll pay it. Okay, thanks Sam. You can fax me the information when you get it. Night." Dr. Jensen hung up the phone and stretched. It had been a busy day but tomorrow, no today, was going to be an even busier one. Still she didn't feel tired despite being on the move for more then 20 hours straight. The excitement of starting a new experiment had kept her going half the night. Now came the hardest part, waiting on the information to come in from Sam. She peeked behind the curtain at the man sound asleep in the room. Gerald had found the vagrant a pair of sweat pants and T-shirt to wear along with a bar of soap. He made sure the man had taken a shower before being locked up for the night. How strange that fate had brought this stranger to her. In less then 48 hours he would go from being a useless vagrant to a great asset for her use. She would learn so much from him, more than she had been able to learn in the past year. Hopefully he would prove what Sarah already thought to be true about her new drug. She took one more look at him then dropped the curtain and headed up to bed. *** It had taken the better part of the morning but Sam had found and faxed the information to her. It was better then Sarah had expected. Jennifer Anderson had been killed in a traffic accident a few months earlier. Her older brother and sister had died years ago and her parents were retired and living in Florida. They apparently didn't have any close relatives (there were none listed on the report Jennifer had filled out when she agreed to donate her tissue sample) so there was no chance on running into anyone out near Salt Lake City who knew her. Sam was asking if he should reactivate her Social Security number or provide Sarah with another identity of someone else who had been born around the same time. Sarah thought for a moment. Here was an ideal situation to use the real identity of the donor from which the sample had been taken. In many ways, she was going to bring Jennifer Anderson back to life. To bad she couldn't allow Jennifer's parents to see her again because she was sure they must have been devastated. Losing a child had to be hard to deal with, but losing all three of them at different times must have been pure hell! Well, she couldn't let them know about her creation. In fact, no one but Gerald, herself and this vagrant could ever know the truth. That was why she needed a proper ID for this subject, in case the people she worked for decided to do a little background check themselves. This subject would need a driver's license, credit cards and a checking account. In short, she needed to be just like everyone else in the world. Sarah was amazed how everything seemed to be coming together. She had needed a maid and a subject to test her drug on, and then this vagrant showed up that no one would miss. Then she needed a new identity for him and the real donor's information was readily available. It was like some higher being was pulling all the strings together for her. Now that all the strings where in place, she was ready to begin. She would start the process after the subject had his supper. *** Tom was more then just a little concerned. It had been over three days since he'd heard from Al and that just wasn't like him. He had already left 2 phone messages on his home answering machine asking him to call. Well, Tom decided he was really going to give it to his friend the next time he saw him. Taking off like that and not telling anyone where he was going was irresponsible and stupid. Tom tried to stop thinking about it as he turned back to another case he was working on. *** In his locked room Al had time to think about everything that had happen in the past 24 hours. He should have been home by now, kissing Sally and getting ready for Christmas. Instead he was prisoner with no idea what was really going on. He wondered if this Dr. Jensen would keep her word. Suddenly the door opened and Gerald walked in carrying a tray of food. "Better eat it all," he informed Al laying the tray on the desk. "That's all you're going to get for tonight". They had fed him breakfast but not lunch so Al was hungry. He dug into the hot food, enjoying every mouthful. He was sure the big ape was watching him on the other side of this mirror. 'Well let him enjoy himself,' Al said to himself. 'In another day I'll be out of this prison and on his way back home.' 'Home!' The word sounded so nice. Al started to dream about how wonderful it would be to get home and sleep in his own bed. All of the sudden he felt very, very tired. Strange, he never went to bed this early and yet...he couldn't keep his eyes open. Al moved towards the cot and fell onto it. In less then a minute he was sound asleep. *** Chapter 6 - The experiment He woke up in a chair located in Sarah Jensen's bedroom. Someone had removed all his clothes and placed him in a robe. Still a little groggy, Al looked around and saw a small pile of clothes on the bed. Dr. Jensen was standing in a corner looking at a laptop computer while Gerald stood next to him. The private investigator felt a slight pain in the back of his neck, as if it had been pricked. He also could see and feel several sensors attached to his legs, chest, arms and head. Looking at the clock next to the bed Al realized he had been asleep for over three hours. What the hell had happen to him in those three hours? "Ah, I see you're finally up," Sarah said to him cheerfully. "Good, we can begin our experiment." "What experiment? I didn't agree to ANY FUCKING EXPERIMENT! And what the HELL are these fucking things?" Al demanded to know while pointing at one of the sensors on his leg. "Those are the newest thing in the medical community; wireless sensors. I can pick up all your vital signs on this computer without the need of wires. They're much more comfortable to wear than the old type. Don't worry, you will only have them on for a few days." Sarah smiled warmly at him but Al sensed it was forced rather then one of genuine compassion and concern. "Now, if we can begin. Since you seemed to enjoy going through my things I thought maybe you'd like to try some of them on. I want you to go over to the bed and put on my clothes." Al Parker was taken back by the request/demand. "Are you crazy lady? There's no way in HELL you or that big ape of yours is going to make me put on your clothes. I don't know what you take me for but you can forget that idea. Call the fucking police if you want but I want no part of this." "Oh, that's too bad," Sarah said with a disappointed frown that Al sensed was also being forced. "I was so looking forward to seeing you get dressed in some of my finest lingerie. Perhaps I can make you change your mind." She moved closer to him and spoke, "Ekala! You will do exactly what I tell you to do. You will not try to hurt Gerald or myself in any way and you will never speak the key word Ekala out loud. Ekala! " She paused for a moment then said, "Now, I want you to get up and get dressed in my clothes that I have laid out on the bed." Al felt a slight burning in his neck but ignored it. "I said are you crazy lady? There's no fucking way..." he stopped short in mid-sentence. Despite not wanting to, he found himself getting up and walking towards the bed. When he tried to stop himself, the burning sensation in the back of his neck got stronger. "What the hell, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" he yelled out to Dr. Jensen. She didn't answer, instead keeping her eyes glued to the computer screen in front of her. Al removed the robe and then watched in horror as his hands; his own hands, reached out and picked up a pair of pink, nylon panties. He suddenly felt a strong desire growing inside him to put them on. "No, no, stop! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he shouted to his now useless hands. He didn't want to put them on and yet in the back of his mind he knew he was going to do just that. He stepped into the panties and pulled them up his naked body. Then he picked up the bra. "GOD DAMN IT, STOP!" Al shouted out to his body. In the back of his mind he didn't want to do any of this and yet he couldn't a prevent himself to doing so. Al felt like he was on a runaway roller coaster with no control over what would happen next. He was only along for the ride. Al hooked the bra just like he had seen his girlfriend do many times before. Then he pushed his arms through the straps and straightened it the best he could. Next he picked up the lacy blue half slip off the bed. He concentrated on trying to stop the action before it happened. But the more he tried to fight it, the greater the desire to put it on grew. "You DAMN BITCH! STOP what you're doing or I swear to God I'll break your fucking neck!" He shouted out more threats but noticed Gerald didn't move from his corner to try and stop him. Dr. Jensen meanwhile gave him an emotionless expression and looked back down at the computer screen again. Stress levels, respiration, heart rate were all way up, far beyond normal. It was a good thing this subject was in excellent shape, otherwise there could be some serious damage. 'Well, enough of this,' she thought. It was now time for phase two. She cut him off in the middle of some more threats. "Ekala! You shall remain happy and calm. You will not issue any more threats and you will enjoy doing what you are doing. You will only answer questions in a nice and polite way from now on. Ekala! Immediately Al's outside appearance changed from anger to an almost unnerving calm. Inside his stress level rose up to 220, 80 points higher than what was considered normal. But to Sarah's surprise, his heart rate dropped from 160 to 140 and his respiration showed some improvement as well. She hadn't expected that to happen. "Oh, this is so pretty!" Al remarked as he slid the half-slip up to his waist. Gerald started to chuckle, enjoying every moment of the show. The doctor looked up at him sternly. She took her experiments very seriously and didn't want anyone around who didn't feel the same way. "Gerald, why don't you wait outside in the hallway until I need you." The bodyguard gave her a questioning look. "It's okay, I have things under control and it looks as if our guest is enjoying this now, isn't that right Joe?" "Oh yes doctor. I just love putting on your clothes," Al replied. This was totally opposite of what he'd wanted to say. Inside Al was like a boiling volcano ready to explode. He tried to concentrate and block out this need to wear her clothes but it only caused the burning in his neck to increase and the desire to grow even stronger. Gerald nodded and left the room without saying a word, while Al started putting on a pair of the doctor's pantyhose. He used to love watching Sally get dressed whenever he spent the night at her place. But now...now he was doing the same thing based on what he had learned from watching her. And worse, there was nothing he could do about it. It was so frustrating, so embarrassing. Sarah watched the readouts some more and then spoke to him. "You know, if you calm down and just accepted what's happening then things would go a lot smoother for you. Getting dressed up in women's clothing really isn't so bad, I do it all the time." She giggled slightly at her own comment. "Thank you for the advice doctor." 'Damn it!' He wanted to yell and threaten her but all he could do was reply back in a nice, calm way. 'How am I going to get out of this?' he thought. 'Think man, think!' After Al put on the pair of pantyhose he reached to pick up the dress she had laid out for him. No, he wouldn't put it on. He was going to fight this with all his might. He concentrated as hard as he could to stop himself. 'No! No! No! I won't put this dress on! I'll stop myself from doing it. I won't do this! I have control over my own body. No! No! No! I won't do this.' He kept repeating that in his mind but all it did was build up his desire to wear the dress even more. His hands gently lifted the dress off the bed and held it up in front of him. It was a beautiful blue and white flower dress trimmed with white lace at the neckline and hem. If Sally had been wearing it he would have been drooling all over her. It was a real feminine dress and knowing that only made it worse for Al. He knew he was going to put it on. No matter how hard he concentrated, how hard he tried to avoid it, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Still he tried, concentrating now on just the word, "no". His only reward for the effort was a burning sensation in the back of his neck and a desire to put it on that reached a 'feverish state'. Every part of his body was telling him that putting on the dress was the right thing to do, that it wanted to feel the dress against his skin. Inside Al's mind screamed out to stop but his body just wasn't listening to him anymore. After a few seconds of struggling, he lost the mental battle. There was nothing Al could do but watch and suffer in silence as his hands worked the dress over his head and pulled it down over his body. The doctor meanwhile watched the readouts with fascination as they rapidly increased. The subject's stress level reached 260 and continued to climb. His heart rate reached 170 but quickly dropped back down to 120 after the dress was on. Respiration was still high but showed strong signs that he was getting tired of fighting. Perfect, just as she had predicted. But there were still other tests to perform before she could be sure everything was all right. "You did a very good job, Joe. Now I want you to sit down at my vanity here." Al did as he was commanded in silence despite the fact he tried to say no. "Okay Joe, I want you to put on this wig and then some makeup. Don't worry if you can't get it on right, we can fix that later." This constant fighting within him had drained Al, still, he tried resisting with what little strength he had. It didn't matter, he watched his hands reach out and pick up the blonde wig the doctor had set out for him. With care, he placed it over his head the best way he knew how. Then his attention turned to the makeup lying about on the table. He had seen Sally fool with her makeup before but he'd never actually watch her put any on. Sarah gave him some directions but Al ended up doing a terrible job. He put on way to much eye shadow, some of the mascara ended up on his nose, and he didn't get all of the lipstick on his lips. Sarah patted him on the shoulder after he was done. "There, that isn't too bad for a first time." She smiled at him in the mirror and Al couldn't help but smile back. How he wanted to wipe that smile off her pretty little face. The readouts on the computer were going down now. Heart rate was at 100; respiration was almost back to normal. His stress rate was at 190; still high but showing signs of improvement. It was time to proceed with the next step. "Come with me Joe. It's time we find out the TRUTH about you." Al stood up to follow her out of the bedroom. "Oh, I'm sorry about the lack of shoes," she told him opening up the door. "I didn't have time to buy any high heels in your size. Besides, I didn't see a need to spend good money on shoes you would only wear once." Al was relieved over the doctor's last sentence; at least he wouldn't have to repeat this experiment again. He couldn't have been more wrong about anything else. *** Chapter 7 - And the truth shall set you free Gerald was standing in the hallway as they walked out. "Hi gorgeous!" he said with a smirk. Then he started laughing uncontrollably at Al. Inside the private detective was embarrassed and angry. He wanted to strike out and teach this asshole a thing or too. Sarah noticed Al's stress level increase on the computer screen. "Now Gerald," she told him. "Joe is our guest and needs to be treated with respect... no matter how he's dressed. However Joe, I feel we need to give you a new name - something to match the way you look. We'll take care of that after we start our chat. Lets go down into the living room where we can talk." Sarah led the way followed by Al and then Gerald, who was still snickering with delight. Al took a seat on the couch across from his two captors. "Let's begin Joe." Sarah flashed him a quick smile. She was enjoying herself. "What is your real name?" "I told you. It's Joe Smith, just like my ID says." "I'm sorry, but I really don't believe you." She smiled at him like someone who had the upper hand and knew it. "I see we're going to have to do it my way. Ekala! You will speak only the truth whenever you are asked a question. You will only answer my questions in a calm manner. Ekala! Now, what's your real name mister?" Al felt a slight burning in his neck. "My name is - Al Parker." 'What the hell?' He had planned to say Joe Smith just as before, not his real name. "I see," Sarah replied with big smile. "So Al -- how about we call you Alice instead? You look more like an Alice to me." The private investigator felt his ears burn from shame and embarrassment. When he was a young boy, a much bigger and older kid had once called him Alice. The older kid had paid for his mistake with a bloody nose. Al wanted to do the same thing to Dr. Jensen right now. "I hate that name so don't call me that again." Al was surprised at how rude he was able to sound despite her command to remain calm. Perhaps they hadn't worked all the bugs out yet? Sarah looked over at him with a frown. "I see we need to help our friend here concerning manners Gerald. Ekala! You will no longer be rude or short tempered with Gerald or myself again. You will only answer our questions in a nice, calm, civil manner. You will like your new name and answer to it until we give you another name. Your new name for now is Alice. Ekala! Now, what do you think of your new name Alice?" "Oh, I love it Dr. Jensen. Thank you for picking it out." Inside Al cringed at what he was saying. What had happened to him while he had been asleep? Did they plant some sort a mind control device in the back of his neck that was making him tell the truth? Well, he would try this again. "Okay Alice, how old are you?" "I'm twenty...I'm twenty-two," he replied and then cursed. He had wanted to lie and tell them he was 23 years old. There had to be a way around this control of theirs. "Very good Alice." Dr. Jensen stopped to observe the readouts on the computer before continuing. "Now Alice, I want you to answer my next questions carefully. Where are you from, why were you in an orphanage, and when did you run away? "I was born in Kansas City. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was 2 and I was sent to Saint Mary's orphanage. When I was 13, I managed to run away and have been on the run ever since." 'BINGO!' Al said to himself. For the first time since this nightmare experiment had begun he had hope. What he had told her was in fact true and yet -- it didn't reflect what the real truth was. Yes, he had run away from St. Mary's when he was 13, only to be caught 3 days later and sent back there. But that period was a defining point in his life. From that moment on Al always felt like he was still running to get away from that place. It was one of the reasons he had enlisted in the Army when he was only 17 years old. At St. Mary's, Al had been a master at deceit. He could spit out facts which, while true, misled people so they'd believe something that was totally false. It was like telling everyone your Uncle was in prison but then not mentioning he was also the warden. In the army this skill had served him well and with the help of others, he had managed to fine-tune his methods. So that was the way around this control of theirs. As long as they didn't ask him specific questions such as his name or age, he was free to mislead them with facts. He wasn't actually lying to them, was he? "It sounds like you've had a hard life." Sarah said, trying to sound sympathetic but not doing a very good job at it. "So, no living relatives you can visit? No living brothers or sisters that you know of?" "As I told you, none. I was an only child." Al didn't mention that he thought of Tom as a brother. He didn't have to since she hadn't specified if he felt like he had a brother. Gerald asked the next question. "How did you get onto our property without setting off the alarm?" "I was able to climb a tree and use a branch to get past the top of the wall. Then I used a rope to lower myself to the ground." Al left out how he was planning to get out. Gerald wasn't happy with Al's answer. He was in charge of security and it was his job to ensure everything was safe and secure. Yet a $100,000 security system had been breached because he had allowed a tree branch to grow over the wall. So damn simple and yet...he had failed to see it coming. Well, he would fix that problem. But something else puzzled Gerald. Why hadn't the heat sensors picked the transient up when he was over the top of the wall? Unknown to Al, the Security Company had also imbedded some heat sensors in the wall and they had a much longer range. Then Gerald remembered there had been a lot of snowfall that night. 'The snow must have blocked the heat coming off this transient's body long enough for him to get across. Damn it,' he swore to himself. 'He should have realized this would be a problem. How often did it snow here anyway? To damn much! This bum's answers didn't reflect well on his ability to keep things safe and secure. It made him look like a fool, and in front of Dr. Jensen.' Gerald didn't like being made a fool of. This Al Parker was going to pay for his sins when he got him alone. Sarah could see what Gerald was thinking. 'Well, too bad,' she thought to herself. It was good to see Gerald's ego broken down a little from time to time. It also gave her something to hold over him and the worst thing about it for Gerald was, he knew it. She smiled inwardly and turned back to her guest to ask another question. *** The two of them questioned Al for over an hour but fortunately didn't find out what he really was doing there. The private detective had been able to twist about 50% of the truth around to make them believe his original cover story. After they were done, Gerald led him back to the lab. A few minutes later Sarah appeared carrying something. "Here, you can't sleep in that outfit tonight. I got you something a little more comfortable to wear. Take off the dress, slip, pantyhose..." Oh, what the hell, she wasn't a cruel person, "and the bra Alice. Then put on this nightie while I fix you something to help you sleep." Sarah noticed his stress level, which had been averaging around 150, take a jump on the computer. It really was amazing to watch him follow her instructions so calmly while knowing at the same time that he was like a boiling volcano inside. Rested after his last battle, Al resisted the best he could. After stripping off the doctor's clothes, he picked up the black, silky nightgown she had given him to wear. Inside his mind was screaming, "no!" while on the outside he was calm and collective. His hands placed the nightgown over his head. 'Damn it -- listen to me you stupid body. It's me, your brain. Stop, stop, STOP!' Al felt so helpless as his hands reached into the sleeves and a moment later the nightgown slid down his body just like it was supposed to. "Oh good," Sarah observed. "It's not too small on you. I was afraid it wouldn't fit since you're slightly bigger then me. I hope it's not too snug, that's the biggest nightie I own." "It fits fine," he purred back at her. "And so pretty - I love it. Thank you for letting me borrow it Dr. Jensen." Inside Al died a thousand deaths. Sarah flashed him a smile while keeping an eye on the computer readings that were going wild again. "You're welcome Alice. I want to help you with your process in any way I can. Now, take this pill and swallow it like a good girl. It'll help you sleep through the night. You need to be well rested since tomorrow is going to be a very busy day for us." 'What the hell is she planning to do to me tomorrow?' A