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Here is the fourth installment of Genetic Influences. I'm currently
working on the fifth (and most likely final) installment.
Chapter Five: Not Without a Hitch
I ventured out of the girls' dorm Monday morning, feeling optimistic.
When I'd logged onto the netstream to check my messages, I'd found one
from my advisor. She thought my new outline looked extremely promising
and believed I had made a good decision in scrapping my old project. "I'm
excited to see how you flesh this out," she said.
That was one of my life's problems solved, anyway. Perhaps my other
problems would work out too. Perhaps Jeannie and I would get back
together after I was transformed back into Jack. The two of us could have
a more solid relationship that was based on a more complete understanding
of one another. I was confident of that.
Or perhaps I could start going out with Deirdre instead?if she could ever
get over thinking of me as one of her girlfriend that is. After spending
so much time with her and getting to know her better, I was sure that I
could be very happy with her.
Anyway, the point is, my life now seemed to include many new
possibilities. It seemed likely that everything would work out, and I
would be better off for this whole experience.
Unfortunately, this sense of optimism was destined to be short-lived.
As I descended the steps in front of the dorm, I heard someone call out,
"Miss Fox." It was a man's voice, and it sounded vaguely familiar. I
turned and saw one of the IGC agents that had been to my place the morning
of my transformation. The one Hayden had spoken with. "May I ask you a
few questions?" he said, approaching me swiftly.
I didn't know what else to do, so I bolted. The agent ran after me.
"Wait!" he called out.
I kept running, the rubber soles of my shoes slapping lightly against the
sidewalk. I had been in good shape in my former body, but I was not
particularly fast. I was fast in this body, however?probably fast enough
to try out for the girls track team.
Still, the agent was able to match my pace behind me.
It worried me that he wanted to talk to Jaclyn Fox. Why was he interested
in the girl he had seen only briefly the morning he had gone to Jack
Finch's place of residence? Whatever the reason it was not a good sign.
It wouldn't have taken a lot of detective work to figure out that Jaclyn
had no past?that she was a false identity created just a few days ago. If
the agent had indeed figured this out, he would have some difficult
questions for me?questions that it would be better not to have to face at
this time.
I was now reasonably sure that, even if the agent were able to trip me up
and get me to tell him what I knew about the project, I would not be
subject to prosecution. It seemed clear that the people I had to worry
about were the federal agents. The IGC would, most likely be willing to
grant me immunity in return for telling them what I knew.
Still, I wasn't ready to spill my guts to the IGC agent. After what
Javier had told me the other night, it seemed likely that talking to him
would only serve to complicate my already maddeningly difficult situation.
Any revelations I made to him would probably prompt the IGC to insist that
I be moved to a safe location out of the NAF. I was a witness to the
effects of an illegal technology, after all, and they would be very
motivated to keep me alive long enough to testify before the
Intergovernmental court.
Don't get me wrong. I didn't mind that they would want to keep me in one
piece. I just didn't want them interfering with my attempts to regain my
old life. I didn't want to be sequestered somewhere, like the European
Union, if it meant that I would be stuck as Jaclyn forever. I would much
rather proceed with my plans to quietly slip back into being Jack and then
(if it weren't already too late to pull it off) try to pretend none of
this had ever happened.
I came to a fence and leapt, hurtling it with the grace of a deer. The
agent had to stop to climb, which put a little distance between us. I
darted down an alleyway and then cut left down the next street, heading
towards campus. The agent was still behind me, but appeared to be losing
some of his steam. The distance between us was growing greater.
I was now nearing the heart of campus and foot traffic was getting denser.
I darted around fellow students like a skier on a slalom course. Then I
came to an intersection and shot across it, nimbly dodging an electric
scooter. The agent, larger and less agile, had been slowed by the crowd.
I ran between two campus buildings and pushed into the crowded quad. I
made my way through the sea of students and entered one of the buildings
on the opposite side. When I looked through the window in the door, I
could see the agent. His eyes were searching for me. I turned and ran
through the corridors of the hallowed hall, exiting through a door on the
other side of the building.
After continuing to run for a few more blocks my legs were beginning to
feel tired, so I slowed my pace. I was safe now, I figured. I'd not seen
any sign of the agent, since I'd lost him at the quad.
After taking a few moments to get my bearings, I headed to the security
office to get my badge. I then too a circuitous route back to the girl's
dorm and slipped in through a side door.
~
Several hours after being chased across campus by the IGC agent, I
followed Javier through a maze of darkened corridors in the Nanobotics
Building. Every fifteen feet or so a safety light burned, creating
sufficient light for us to find our way. My stomach was tied into tight
knots. And those knots were then tied into more knots.
We turned down a corridor in which there was a light cast through the
window of one of the doors. It created a square of illumination on the
wall opposite it. Someone was working rather late. I felt a spike in my
anxiety level. I was afraid to have anyone see us here. The occupants of
the room took no notice of us as we passed by, however. Whatever project
had kept them there into the wee hours held their full attention.
Finally, we turned a corner and came to a locked door with a Sign that
read: Secured Section, Authorized Personnel Only. A red light burned
above the door. Hayden and Kogo stood nearby dressed as janitors. Javier
had managed to get the uniforms for them, thinking that it would provide
them with the perfect cover as they watched the door to the restricted
area for us. Each held a broom in their hands for added effect.
I had not wanted the two of them to be involved in this at all, but they
had been pretty insistent. In the end, I decided that the risks to them
were probably not great. They would be practically invisible in their
janitor uniforms. No one seems to ever pay attention to the guy with a
broom, after all. So if there was any trouble, Hayden and Kogo would be
able to sneak off without any problem.
"Seen anything?" Javier asked them.
"Yah," Hayden answered. "That Creighton guy entered the lab about an hour
or so ago. He gave us a really strange look as he went to the door, and
he couldn't seem to take his eyes off us. It made us both worried that he
might know we weren't really on the cleaning crew. Then he walked back
out just fifteen minutes later and didn't even give us a second glance.
"It's unusual for him to be here this late," Javier said?seeming troubled.
"What do you think it means?" I asked.
"Nothing, I'm sure," he replied, but he didn't seem entirely convinced.
I turned to Hayden and Kogo. "Got my clothes?"
Javier had informed me that I would not have wait overnight to become Jack
again. The change process would begin more quickly this time. "The nanos
are already in a network through out your body," he explained. "They will
only need to process the new program that tells them to rewrite your
genetic code to its original sequence. That should take roughly fifteen
minutes."
This meant that I would not be able to walk out of the building in the
clothes I was currently wearing. "Thanks," I said to Hayden, as I took
the stack.
"Remember," Javier said, "If Creighton?or anyone else?returns here, you
must call my netstream phone immediately."
"Aye, aye, captain," said Hayden and Kogo in unison.
Javier turned to the door and flashed his security badge. The red light
then changed green, and the door slid open. When I stepped up to the
door, the light changed back to red, warning me against trying to cross
the threshold with Javier until I presented my badge. I took it out of my
pocket and held it up before me, stepping into the secured area after the
light turned green again.
The door led into a short hallway. We took only a few steps before we had
to turn right into a longer corridor with doors along the right side. It
was darkened like the hallways in the rest of the building, with the only
source of illumination coming from the security lights.
When we had gone just halfway down the hall, Javier swore in Spanish under
his breath. Then grabbed me and pulled me into the nearby women's
bathroom. "What is it?" I bleated softly.
"I saw a light on in the lab," he told me. "Stay here, while I check it
out."
"Be careful," I urged.
"I intend to be."
He left, closing the door ever so gently behind him. I waited there in
the pitch-dark bathroom. A few moments later, Javier returned. "Someone
is in the lab," he told me. "I could not get a good look at his face, but
the screen beside the door says that it's Creighton."
"Creighton?" I responded?confused. "How can that be? Hayden and Kogo
said they saw him leave."
"They must have been mistaken," he said. "It must have been someone
else?like Hansen. He's a lab assistant who looks a little like
Creighton."
"Well then what do we do?"
"All we can do is wait and hope that he leaves soon."
I folded my arms, exhaling in frustration. I wanted badly to get this
nightmare over with. Now it looked like I might not get my chance. If
Creighton were pulling an all-nighter, then there would be no way to get
into the lab.
Javier stood by the door, silently listening for sounds of someone in the
corridor. I looked down at the floor, my eyes beginning to adjust to the
darkness of the room. I contemplated my shoelaces, agitated over the
prospect of spending yet another day in this body. It was very likely
that that would result in disaster.
I sighed again, as worry thoughts served to increase the sense of anxiety
that gnawed at me. I tried to breathe and relax myself. "It's no good
worrying over what might happen," I told myself.
I was not entirely sure how much time passed before Javier heard the sound
of shoes scuffing down the hallway. "I think he just left," he told me.
"Wait here while I check it out.
He quietly slipped out the bathroom door, leaving me alone once more.
When he returned he signaled for me to follow him. I breathed a heavy
sigh of relief. Thank God, we were going to be able to do this tonight.
The lab was a medium sized room, about twenty by thirty meters. There was
a computer terminal and a padded table with equipment around it. I
guessed that one of the metal objects around the table was probably the
transmitter, which Javier would use to send a new program to the nanos in
my body.
Javier went to the terminal and flipped it on. His fingers moved over the
keyboards as he searched for the list of access codes. "Here they are,"
he said a short while later. "So far so good," I thought. Then Javier's
look of concentration became a look of concern. "The code for the nanos
you injected have been deleted," he said with agitation.
"D?deleted?" I echoed. Trying to absorb what he had said.
Javier leapt up from the terminal and grabbed my hand. "They knew we were
coming," he said in an urgent tone. "We must leave quickly."
"Leave?" I said, parroting him again. I glanced back at the terminal as
Javier pulled me towards the door. "But..."
"No time...," Javier began as he flung open the door.
What exactly there was no time for, I would never know; because two
federal police officers were waiting for us in the darkened hallway. They
were standing against the wall on either side of the door, holding PZ-215
Thunderbolt pistols. When Javier opened the door, one of the officers
swung around and leveled his weapon at the young assistant professor's
chest. He was a tall, bulky man dressed in a black and silver uniform.
The federal insignia appeared on his chest.
Javier's last act was to release my hand and push me away. I was
stumbling backwards, just as he was shot in the chest. I watched with
horror as he flew back from the doorway and landed on his back. I could
see the charred and smoking hole that had been created by the bolt of
electricity. The world was minus one brave and very noble man.
The officer smirked at the prone form, his eyes gleaming cruelly. Then he
stepped into the room and started to turn towards me. Adrenalin was
coursing through my system. My heart was pounding in my chest. I did not
think; I just acted. By the time the officer had managed to aim his
thunderbolt at the spot where I had been standing, I was no longer there.
I had stepped towards him and ducked below his pistol, moving with speed
and agility that I had never possessed as Jack Finch.
By the time the operative realized what was going on, my fist was driving
into his groin with all the weight of my body behind it. He grunted in
pain, his eyes popping out of their sockets.
He tried to bring the pistol down onto my head with a spasmodic downswing
of his arm. I nimbly dodged aside, avoiding the clumsy counter attack.
Meanwhile, the other operative was trying to circle around his friend to
get at me. I wrenched the pistol out of the first operative's hand as he
struggled to overcome the pain. I was aware that my phone was buzzing.
Unfortunately, now was not a good time to answer it. Most likely, it was
Hayden or Kogo calling to warn me about the operatives. What had taken
them so long?
I pointed the weapon at the other officer and ordered him to drop his gun.
"Relax, bitch," he said with a snort. "We ain't gonna kill you." He
stepped towards me, and I sprang back, pulling the Thunderbolt's trigger.
It clicked and nothing happened. "We got orders to take you to see
Creighton," he continued.
I pulled the trigger a second time and, once more, it only clicked.
"Fuck!" I thought. The weapon was apparently equipped with a biometric
safety lock. It would only fire for its owner.
The operative took another step towards me, and I flung the pistol at him.
It flew in a perfect arc, striking him directly in the right eye.
"Shit!" he cried out, his free hand flying up to his face. "That hurt me,
you fucking BITCH!"
By this time, the first man was beginning to recover. He limped towards
me with a menacing glare, I dodged past him and ran out the door. As I
scrambled into the corridor, the sight of four more federal police
officers heading my way greeted me.
I tried to reverse direction and run to the other end of the corridor,
desperately hoping to find some other means of escape. Then, as I tried
to dodge past the man who was coming back out of the lab, my sneakers slid
on the tile.
The officer's hand clamped down onto my arm. I struggled to break free
from his grip, but his hand remind clamped down on my arm like a vice.
The body I dwelled in was incredibly fast and agile, but the advantages
that gave me were now neutralized. Now I was stuck dealing with the
disadvantages of being much smaller and weaker than my opponent.
The officer grabbed my other arm and then slammed me against the wall.
When my chest hit the cinderblock, I felt intense pain shoot through me.
It was akin to the feeling I had experienced as a male, when I had been
hit in the groin. Only this time it was spread throughout my entire
chest. I gasped breathlessly, feeling all strength to resist leave my
limbs.
How did you like that little piece of payback, bitch," the officer said to
me with a chuckle as he cuffed my wrists behind my back. He then looked
over to the other officers. "Kelsoe and Sanchez, search the building," he
said. "There's supposed to be two guys dressed as janitors around here
somewhere."
How did they know about Hayden and Kogo, I wondered. And why hadn't they
seen them outside the entrance to the secured area where they were
supposed to be standing guard.
As Kelsoe and Sanchez hurried off down the hallway to search for my
friends, the operative who had cuffed me instructed two of the other
officers to take care of Javier's body.
I felt intense guilt press down on me as I thought of poor Javier being
dragged off and stuffed into the trunk of someone's car. It was my fault
he was dead. I should have never let him take this risk. I should have
told him to forget about sneaking me into the lab and let him head to
Illinois days earlier. I should have just accepted the consequences of my
own foolish behavior and remained stuck I this body. If I had done these
things, Javier would still be alive.
I was escorted down the hallway by the two remaining uniformed men. Tears
were streaming down from my eyes. Javier was dead, and his sacrifice
would be in vain. I had been caught and was about to be interrogated.
After that, I would most likely be disposed of.
We navigated the maze of corridors until we came to Creighton's office.
One of the operatives knocked on the door. "Come in," Creighton said, his
voice sounding muffled through the doorway.
The operatives pushed me down onto a couch. Creighton swiveled his chair
around to face me. "Welcome to my office, Jack Finch," he said with a
smug grin. "You didn't introduce yourself properly the first time you
were in my office, which was rude. It didn't take me long to figure out
who you really were, however."
I looked up at him defiantly, but did not speak.
"I chose that face, you see," Creighton continued. "I was the one who put
it into the gene sequence that you injected, and I recognized it
immediately. I played along though and went through the motions of our
little interview. After you left my office, I ran a check of our lab
inventory to make sure that my eyes had not just been playing tricks on
me. My check confirmed that the sequence in which I had placed that
gorgeous face you are now wearing was, in fact, one of the ones your
brother took.
"After a little digging, NGI operatives discovered several links between
the woman calling herself Jaclyn Fox and a college student named Jack
Finch (who just happened to be Drew Vance's brother). In addition, the
federal agents working with us were not able to find any evidence that
Jack had actually been seen on campus during the past few days. His
roommates claimed they'd seen him, but the agents were pretty sure they
were lying.
"I didn't know how or why you had come to be injected with the stolen gene
sequence, but I figured you were looking for a way to change yourself
back. Why else would you need a security badge that would allow you
access into the lab? I decided to have you and Javier monitored around
the clock, so I could learn as much as possible about your plans.
Then you showed up as Javier's date the other night. You thought you were
so clever, trying to get information out of me. You had no idea that I
already knew who you were or that I was feeding you false information to
make you think it was safe to proceed with your plans. You didn't know
that I was drawing you into a trap, so I could catch Del Garza in the act
of helping you."
"You had them kill Javier you bastard," I hissed.
"Yes," he agreed. "I'm afraid that was necessary. In a project as
sensitive as this one, a disloyal team member can be very dangerous. It
was not my decision to kill him, though. That came from much higher up."
"What about my brother?" I demanded; "are your ?higher ups' going to have
him killed too?"
"Regrettably, your brother has crossed a line?betraying both Dr. Krieger
and his country?and now he must be dealt with accordingly. There is still
a chance for you, however. You might still redeem yourself by helping us
bring him in."
"I don't know where he is," I shot back. "So go fuck yourself."
"Is that any kind of language for a young lady such as your self to use?"
Creighton said with a smirk. "Please try to observe decorum, while you
are dwelling in that form. Anyway, it really doesn't matter if you don't
know where he is. You can still help us apprehend him, when he comes back
to retrieve this."
Creighton reached under his desk and pulled out the metal box that I had
retrieved from that locker a lifetime ago. He set it down on the coffee
table before me. I looked at it, feeling uneasy. The box had been in a
closet in Deirdre's dorm room. Had agents broken into the room to obtain
it? Had they arrested Deirdre and her roommates?
"I assume your brother is going to come back for this," Creighton said.
"He went to so much trouble to steal it, after all."
"I am not going to help you catch my brother," I said, trying to sound
brave.
Creighton pulled a memory crystal out of his pocket and flashed it at me.
"I have the access codes to the nanos you injected in here," he said. "If
you agree to help us, I will restore you to your original form. That's
what you came here tonight for, is it not?"
I looked at the crystal in Creighton's hand. I was unable to keep the
pained look of longing out of my eyes, as I regarded the small green
translucent object. Gritting my teeth at having a chance at a return to
my former life so close, I said, "I'm not going to help you murder my
brother."
"Your brother is a traitor," Creighton shot at me. He was trying hard to
sound righteous and indignant. "He is attempting to reveal classified
information to the international press agency. Information that will
compromise national security. It is your duty to help us stop him."
"He's going to reveal information about violation of both federal and
international law," I countered venomously. "So spare me your patriotic
speech. You're just trying to save your own ass."
"Alright," Creighton said, placing the crystal on his desk. He then rose
from his chair, crossed the room and picked a heavy looking sculpture
carved from petrified wood off a shelf. He returned to his desk with the
sculpture and held it over the crystal. I watched breathlessly as he
prepared to smash the last link to my previous life?to my masculinity.
"Since you have refused my offer to restore you, I'm officially taking
that offer off the table," he told me. Then brought the sculpture down.
I could hear the crystal crunch beneath its weight.
I dropped my head. "You fucking bastard," I murmured. "You mother-
fucking bastard."
"What have I told you about that kind of language?" Creighton mocked. "It
is no way for a lady to speak. And since a lady is what you are now
destined to be, you might as well get used to acting like one."
"You're just going to kill me now, anyway," I accused.
"No," he said with a dark grin, moving up close beside me. "You are a hot
piece of tail, and I'm going to have you," he whispered. I could feel his
hot breath on my ear. "I'm going to have you right in front of these two
men. And when I'm finished with you, you're going to agree help us catch
your brother, or some people who are close to you?people who you have
foolishly involved in this matter?will have to suffer terrible accidents.
We'll start with the girl you were staying with. Deirdre McMullen is her
name, I think."
I felt cold terror wash down over me at Creighton's words. "Don't you
dare hurt her!" I cried.
"No harm will come to her, if you cooperate," he said.
Then he pushed me down onto the couch. I struggled, trying to get away
from him; but there was little I could do with my hands cuffed behind my
back. I felt Creighton's hands at my jeans, pulling them open. He had
just trapped me in this body, and now he was going to defile it. He was
trying to break me down with humiliation. He was trying to make himself
God in my world so that I would be too terrified to resist his will. I
recognized these tactics of psychological manipulation, but I was still as
vulnerable to them as anyone.
"No!" I pleaded in utter terror. There was nothing else I could do.
Creighton managed to pull my jeans down to my hips, as I wriggled and
squirmed madly. I was aware of a knocking on the door. "Who is it?" I
heard one of the operatives ask.
"Kelsoe and Sanchez," came the reply.
"See what the fuck they want," Creighton barked, still struggling with my
jeans.
The officer opened the door. "Hey," he said. "You ain't Kelsoe and
Sanchez."
"That's true," I heard a familiar voice reply. Then I heard the sound of
a Thunderbolt firing twice in rapid succession. Creighton leapt off me,
leaving me with my jeans down to my knees, and he spun towards the door.
Then there was another shot and Creighton flew backwards onto the floor,
groaning. He was not dead. The weapon had only been set to stun.
Kogo came to the couch. I could see Hayden behind him, the Thunderbolt he
had just fired still clutched in his hand. Apparently, he knew how to
reset the biometric safety lock. That was lucky for me.
Both Kogo and Hayden had shed their janitor disguises and were wearing
black and silver police uniforms. "Let me get those cuffs off of you,"
Kogo said, showing me the key he had taken from the officer.
When the cuffs were unlocked, I quickly pulled my jeans back up and
refastened them. It had to be plain to my friends what Creighton had been
trying to do to me. I felt tears coming to me once again. Tears that
were born of a confusing mixture of relief that I had been saved from a
sexual assault and humiliation at having been seen on the couch with my
jeans partly down.
"You are okay now, Jack," Kogo said, putting an arm around my shoulders.
"Is he all right?" I heard another voice ask with concern. There was a
third person in the room, I realized. I had not seen him from where I had
been positioned on the couch. I turned towards the sound of his voice,
stunned to see him standing there. It was my brother Drew.
I stood there for several moments, shocked out of the intense emotions I
had been experiencing. Drew was the last person I had expected to see
here. What the hell was he doing in the Nanobotics Building? It was the
last place he should have headed.
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