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Symphony - Part 1
By Rachel Saunders
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"Sergeant Freidman what is our ETA?"
I looked at the General for about two seconds. He was like a child saying
'are we nearly there yet'. This was the third time in half an hour he had
asked me and my answer was always the same.
"We'll there around 08:00, sir."
He looked peeved. For some reason he felt that every bump and jolt were
an affront against his person. The 3 stars on his shoulders made him more
important that God to the crew of my chopper, and the fact this visit was
supposed to be a 'surprise' off the radar one meant that I was acting as
a glorified baby sitter till he was in the hands of his army guards.
The buffeting of the desert winds made the journey bumpy, and each jolt
drew a scornful look from the General. As crew chief I was the one who
bore the brunt of his attention, and at the moment I really wanted the
journey to be over as quickly as possible.
"Jack this is supposed to be a milk run - the insurgents don't know he's
coming, and to make sure the General has the best possible impression
we're assigning the top crew, which at the moment is yours."
My CO had tried to sugar coat it for me, but it didn't escape the fact I
was escorting the most senior General in the US Air Force to a secret
meeting somewhere in the Iraqi desert.
"Master Sergeant we are about 5 KM west of the target, please inform the
general we will be landing slightly ahead of schedule."
Lieutenant Gerrard gave me the best news I had heard all morning. I
quickly informed the General, and his aide busied herself collecting the
various bits of paper she had been reading. Her jump suite did a good job
at hiding her figure, but I could tell she was more shapely than
athletic.
"Sergeant, are your crew staying to collect us, or are we to await
transport once the meeting has finished?"
Before I got a chance to answer warning sirens started to blare from the
crew compartment.
"Incoming! Brace for impact" The lieutenant yelled through my headset.
I braced myself as best I could, and felt the floor beneath me sharply
dip as the pilot tried to evade the incoming missile. I cursed softly
under my breath - milk run my arse.
"Sergeant..."
I looked into the eyes of the young officer across from me. Her eyes were
filled with panic and terror. She was petrified.
By now we were only a few feet off the desert, and sand whipped past the
door windows. Maybe we'll get lucky and evade...
The force of the impact caused the rear of the chopper to shudder, and
then disintegrate as the force of the explosion blew apart the cabin. The
crew member manning the door gun fell away, but his harness snapped him
back. As the remains of the chopper fell to the desert floor I braced for
the violent impact.
In an earth shattering wall of sound, heat and debris the once splendid
bird crumbled into the sand. I must have been knocked out for when I came
to all I could hear were the screams of the General's aide.
My disorientated mind only caught up with gravity when I unlocked my
harness and fell to the ground, which was now the far side of the
chopper. As I became more aware I took in my surroundings. The door
gunner had been ripped to shreds, his body torn and lacerated turning
that side into a carnal house. The General was unconscious, and his aide
was still screaming. My nostrils flared at the acrid stench of burning
rubber, flesh, and plastic.
"Help me." The General began to stir.
My reflexes must have kicked in as I managed to punch out his safety
harness, and I bodily dragged him out of the wrecked aircraft. His aide's
screams intensified as I exited the helicopter. The General passed out
again, and after dragging him a good 20 metres clear of the wreak I
dropped him.
The sound of automatic gun fire and engines noises in the distance
alerted me to the cavalry. It also made me more determined to get the
rest of the crew and the aide out. I crawled back into the cabin and
realised why the aide was screaming so loudly. Her leg had been ripped
off below the knee, and she was bleeding profusely. The bigger problem
was that her safety harness was jammed.
Weakly she lifted her head. "Please, do something."
Drawing my combat knife I tried in vain to cut through her restrains, but
it was no use. Just as I severed the last one she collapsed into my arms.
"Thank you for... trying..." she whispered softly.
I felt her pulse. It was erratic and very shallow. Ripping her jump suite
I attempted to tie a tunicae, which partially stemmed the flow, but the
jagged edges of her wound refused to bind.
She looked directly into my eyes. "Tell... my husband... I love... him."
Her body went limp as she passed away in my arms. The flow of blood
abated as her heart stopped beating. A feeling of immense sadness washed
over me.
After a few seconds I regained my composure and realised that the fire
was more intense than I realised. I scrambled out of the cabin with her
body, and dragged it next to the General's. Looking back I could see one
of the pilots banging on their door. Damn.
I ran as fast as I could back to the helicopter. The tang of the smoke
caught in my senses, and it was only now that I heard the drip of the
fuel on the sand. Try as I might I couldn't open the door, and then all
of a sudden my world went white and filled with a terrible noise.
* * *
Beep...Beep...Beep...
My head felt numb, my body felt numb, and I couldn't feel my legs.
"Nurse, nurse, get the doctor, quickly - he's coming around."
The sound of hurried footsteps filled my half awake mind, and the
sanitised scents of hospital flood in along with them.
Heavier footsteps sounded, and as I opened my eyes a tall heavy set man
in a white coat entered the room.
"Mr Freidman, my name is Dr Harper, and I am the consultant who is
looking after you." He smiled a weary sort of smile as he sat down in a
chair next to the bed.
"How do you feel?"
I tried to say 'numb' but it sounded like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing
together. Dr Harper passed me a glass of water.
"Take small sips only. You have been unconscious for three weeks, and
your throat will probably be very dry because we had to intubate you."
I took a couple of sips, and my stomach did a funny turn.
"Ah, that will probably be the anaesthetic wearing off. You were in an
induced coma for most of the time, as your injuries were very severe."
I was finally starting to get some sense of feeling back, and it felt
like I was wrapped in bandages from head to toe. I tried to bring my left
hand up to touch my face and all that appeared was a stump from the elbow
down. A feeling of panic surged inside. When my right hand appeared I
felt relief well up. My hand was covered in a fine plastic wrapping.
"The plastic is there to stop infection getting to your wounds. You
suffered nearly 60% burns to your hands, face, arms, chest, and legs." Dr
Hunter explained gently.
It suddenly hit me what had happened. I had been involved in a helicopter
crash, I had rescued the General, and then the aircraft had blown up with
me right next to it. Shit.
Weakly I managed to arrange my thoughts into some semblance of order. "So
how bad is it?"
A look of compassion and sympathy crept across his face. "I think you
should ask the Colonel who is outside. He can fill you in better than
me."
Now I was confused. The doctor left the room, and beckoned the figure
waiting outside to enter. In walked a tall, broad officer who saluted me.
I failed spectacularly in my attempt to return the salute, and it seemed
to break the ice. He closed the door, drew down the blind, and sat in the
chair Hunter had vacated.
"Sergeant I have some good, and some bad news, for you. My name is
Colonel Douglas, and I'm with the air force technical research division.
Your act of heroism has been widely reported in the press, and there are
reporters downstairs in the lobby as we speak. The General you saved has
been singing your praises all over Washington, and that is why I have
been asked to get involved."
I looked at him more intensely. The fruit salad on his chest suggested he
was an ex-fly boy, though by his age I guessed he was career military.
"The bad news is that your injuries are severe to put it mildly. In order
to save your life they have had to amputate both your legs and your left
arm below the elbow. Your right arm is in a slightly better condition,
but could still need to be amputated if it does not heal. Oh, and your
reproductive system was damaged beyond repair."
Fuck.
"The good news is that I will be able to help you, if you so wish. What I
am about to tell your is eyes only top secret, and the only people who
know about it are my team and the joint chiefs."
How much worse could it get? I was now doomed to a life as a cripple.
Fucking brilliant. I nodded my head in understanding.
"Okay. I work on various top secret projects, one of which is designed to
provide synthetic augmentation of the human body through cybernetics and
bionics. The chief of the joint chiefs feels that you would make an
excellent candidate for my program, and as such we want to give you your
life back."
It all sounded like science fiction to me. 5 Million Dollar Man and the
bionic woman sprang to mind, as did the Borg from Star Trek. I let out a
small laugh.
The Colonel smiled. "Yes it does seem far fetched, but we have come a
long way in the last 10 years. If you agree to my terms then I will
rebuild you, and you will gain far more than just your limbs in the
process."
The cogs in my brain whirred. "What's the catch?"
Douglas paused, and then snorted gently. "Smart answer. There is a catch,
and it is pretty big. This project is so secret that if you agree to join
the program you will have to severe all links to your family. We will
arrange for you to die, be awarded the congressional medal of honour
posthumously, and be buried in Arlington as a national hero. You will be
feted as an epitome of our nation's fighting force."
I was close to my mom, though me and my dad were quite distant. To get my
life back would be wonderful, yet this was a very hard sacrifice. Damn
it, damn him, and damn those stupid fucking rag heads for shooting down
that fucking helicopter.
The Colonel must have sat there for half an hour as I agonised over the
decision. What real choice did I have - be a complete cripple, or become
whole again.
"Okay, I'll do it. Can I see my folks before I 'die'?"
Douglas nodded sadly. "Yes, in fact they are staying here. Unfortunately
your brother is at college and he could not make it. I'll arrange for
them to see you before we take you down for your next operation."
I felt maudlin at the choice, but realised that it was the only one I
could really make.
"Here is how it is going to work. You are currently at a military
hospital in Germany. You will 'die' on the operating table tonight. We
will then fly you back to the states in a private plane, and then we can
begin work to reconstruct you."
Tears welled up in my ears. All my plans for the future were now history.
Kids, a wife, my family... wait a minute, kid!?! "What about my, you
know, reproductive system?"
The Colonel looked at me with a wry smile. "Well you have two choices.
Either we reconstruct you as a male eunuch as we do not have the
technology to recreate the male procreative system, or we recreate you as
a fully functioning woman."
Woh! A woman!?! "I'm not gay, and I have never crossed dressed in my
life. I'll look like a fucking freak."
This time he laughed in a short, sharp manner. "Put it this way if you
ended up looking like a tranny I would not waste my time. No, you'll look
like an attractive 23 year old woman. And who says you have to fancy
men?"
Put it that way... but still.... If I was going to be emasculated and
have no cock to remain a guy then I suppose this was a better solution in
a roundabout way.
Meekly I nodded to myself. "Becoming a woman... what will it mean?"
"Well we have a team of surgeons who will adjust your bone structure,
implant hormones, and general make you appear to be a young woman. It
will hurt, but I promise that you will not regret it in the long run."
Again he waited, and this time it seemed like an age before the turmoil
inside settled. Taking as deep a breath as I could I gave my answer.
"Okay I'll become a woman. I just hope that you're as good as your word."
"Sergeant there are men who would kill to be in your position. I'll make
the arrangements, and see you back in the states after your recovery. I
am assigning Lieutenant Sturn to you as your handler. She will escort you
across the Atlantic and answer any further questions that you may have."
With that he stood up, saluted, and walked out.
* * *
It was mid afternoon when my parents came into the room. My mom sat in
the chair, and my dad perched himself on the end of the bed. They both
said how proud they were of me, and how brave I was for rescuing the
General. They also told me about life back in the States. Mom continued
to wittered on about our home town, while Dad sat their taking it all in.
After a while Mom grew quiet, and me and Dad broke the ice. In the few
hours remaining with them the conversation I had with both of them made
me lament my choice. Dad was always so distant, yet here he was. I cried
a lot of tears, and told them not to worry about me. If I died on the
operating table then they were to remember the good times, not how they
saw me now.
"Son, I am proud of you, and all that you have accomplished. Your brother
may be in college, but you were the one who followed my example and
enlisted. God is on your side and by His will hopefully you will
survive."
My mother bowed her head in silent prayer as we took a few moment of
contemplation. I was a dyed in the wool atheist due to 5 years of
military service, but my parents were devout Christians.
A knock on the door signalled that their time was up as the nurses needed
to get me ready for surgery. Tearfully we parted, and the last I saw of
my Mom and Dad was a lingering hug goodbye, and their exit through the
door.
As they took me down to the theatre the orderlies were exchanged for an
armed escort, and an athletic redhead stepped up to the gurney.
"Good evening Sergeant, my name is Lieutenant Sturn, but please call me
Lydia. I am you new handler with the agency, and I am here to escort you
to your new home." Her Hebrew accent betrayed her country of origin, and
though she wore air force blue the stars and stripes were replaced with
the Star of David.
"I am now going to give you a sedative, and you will probably be
unconscious until we are over the Atlantic."
With that she reached over and injected me with a cool liquid. The last
thing I remembered was the lights overhead blinking out of existence.
* * *
It sounded like a roaring wind whipping through my hair. There I was
standing on the sea shore in nothing more than a bikini with the wind
wildly fluttering my hair in the breeze. Looking down I saw my mind's
eyes version on the new me...
"Welcome to the land of the living Jack. You look good for someone who
was pronounced dead twenty minutes ago."
I groggily shook my head, and looked up to see Lydia sitting next to my
bed. Her smile was very attractive, though the sound of the jet engines
mere feet away from my ears spoiled the effect.
"Where are we?" I asked almost by reflex.
"We are currently in a private jet 1500 miles east of the Atlantic
seaboard. You were out for about four hours."
My dream felt so real, so tangible. Yet strangely alien.
"So, the Colonel tells me that you are going to be reconstructed as a
woman. There's no point in me continuing to refer to you with male
pronouns, and Jack is not really suitable for a man. What female name
would you feel most comfortable with?"
I pondered for a few moments. In the end it was easy.
"Jenna. If I had been born a girl I would have been called Jenna."
Lydia nodded, and wrote it down on a pad she was carrying. "What about
your new surname?"
Again it came pretty easily. "Cole. That was my mother's maiden name. If
you want to have a middle name Katie will be perfect - she was my first
love in Junior High."
"Well then - you are now officially Jenna Katie Cole. I will refer to you
with female pronouns from now on, and everyone on the base has orders to
do the same. In time I will instruct you on how to behave and act as a
woman, but for now I am going to sedate you. When you awake the surgery
will be complete, and hopefully successful."
I nodded blankly. It was all going too quickly.
"Sweet dreams."
My world faded into a symphony of dreams that seemed so vivid that they
were tangible.
To be continued...
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