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The Protector: The Next Generation By Julie O Edited By Robert Arnold Features Characters from The Julieverse, Twisted Values, Evil Woman, and Delayed Justice A list of major characters is located at the end of the story along with selected references Chapter 1 It was early Friday morning as Michelle Parker logged onto her Agency email account to see what new tasks would be assigned to her department. She eagerly looked forward to seeing what the rest of the organization was sending her way. As the head of the research department she could count on getting a daily dose of research assignments. This morning she was pleasantly surprised to see an email from Ally Burns. Michelle read the message and immediately picked up her phone and called the assistant director. "Michelle, thanks for calling so quickly," stated Ally. "What can we do for you?" replied Michelle. "I have a favor to ask you, Michelle," replied Ally. "What is it?" "Special Agent Samantha Gibson needs an assignment until she is fit for full-duty, and I was wondering if you could use her," asked Ally. Michelle immediately recognized the name. "Really? How long will she be assigned to me?" Ally sighed. "Good question. I hope only a few months...but she still has a long recovery," replied Ally. "Michelle, there's the possibility that she won't be able to pass the physical to be reassigned to the field." "So this might be more than a temporary assignment," replied Michelle. "That's correct. She's very intelligent and I know how short handed you currently are," replied Ally. "I appreciate that," replied Michelle. "She has some experience in research. She served a six month tour in the Pac-Northwest research department when she was recovering from her SRS and her supervisor gave her glowing reviews," said Ally. "I also know how particular you are about your agents. Feel free to read her file before you make a decision." "Thank you," replied Michelle. "Just so you know, I'm giving you first shot at her...I know you need some help. Donna's next on the list," continued Ally. "If I was back at my old job I would jump at the chance to get her...but don't feel pressured to take her." "When do you need a decision?" asked Michelle. "She comes back to work on Monday," replied Ally. "Give me a couple of hours," replied Michelle. "Thanks," replied Ally. Chapter 2 Michelle read Samantha Gibson's personal file and was immediately impressed. Samantha had been hired by the Agency in 2008 and had been assigned to the Seattle office. In 2009 she had been transferred to the main office and assigned to Carol William's Interstate Robbery Taskforce. Michelle took a sip of coffee as she continued to read the file. Carol was a tough supervisor and was known throughout the Agency for running a tight department. Michelle was slightly surprised to see the glowing evaluations that Carol had written about Samantha. As she continued to read the file she suddenly realized why Samantha's name was familiar. Four months earlier Carol's team took down a major bank-robbery organization. Acting on a tip, two of her agents were staking out a bank in Centreville. The robbery crew of four men hit the bank while the agents were just outside. Samantha and another agent waited for backup, but then all hell broke loose. An off duty police officer walked into the bank. He pulled his weapon and began firing at the suspects. The suspects began to fire back. Samantha and the other agent realized they had to act. The ensuing shootouts only lasted twenty seconds. The suspects were armed with semi-automatic rifles and they immediately killed the police officer. Samantha's partner got off three shots, hitting one of the suspects with his Glock before he was struck in the shoulder. Samantha shot the other three. When it was all over all four suspects and the off duty police officer were dead. Samantha was also stuck twice in the right thigh, the bullets shattering the bone in several places. She was in Intensive Care for nearly three weeks as the doctors fought to first save her leg. Michelle picked up the phone and called Harry Simon, her counterpart in the Seattle office. "Michelle, how are you doing?" asked Harry. "Good Harry. I have a question for you. Do you remember an agent named Samantha Gibson?" asked Michelle. "You mean Sam! How could I forget Sam? I did everything I could think of to try and convince her to stay in my department. Best researcher that I've seen in years. Why do you ask?" Michelle told him. "Take her," he replied immediately. "She's a good one, Michelle. I hope she recovers completely, but if she doesn't she will be a huge asset to your team." "Thanks, Harry," replied Michelle. She hung up and immediately called Ally Burns. "Well?" asked Ally. "I'll take her. Thanks for thinking of me first," said Michelle. "You're welcome," replied Ally who sighed. "Right now it's 50-50 if she'll get back on field duty. But if she doesn't that doesn't mean the end of her career with the Agency. She's too good to just cast aside. I want you to challenge her, give her real assignments to keep her head in the game." "Will do, Ally," said Michelle. Chapter 3 Monday morning Michelle was at her desk when she heard the sound of someone on crutches. She turned to see a young woman slowly hobbling down the hallway. "Good morning," greeted Michelle. The woman paused and balanced on her one good leg. She was breathing hard. "I'm Special Agent Samantha Gibson. Are you Special Agent Parker?" she asked. "Yes and please call me Michelle, we're a little informal down here," replied Michelle. "When you've caught your breath please come into my office." "Thanks, I'm still not used to getting around on these things. The walk in from the parking lot seemed to take forever. Thankfully it's not too cold today," replied Samantha. A short time later Samantha was seated across from Michelle. "So what do you like to be called?" asked Michelle. "Just call me Sam," she replied with a pleasant smile. "Okay Sam. I understand that you've worked in research before," said Michelle. Sam nodded. "Yes, it was back when I first came into the Agency." "You were on limited duty then, right?" Sam nodded again. "I was recovering from surgery." "I know, Assistant Director Burns told me and...Sam, just so you know I've been friends with Ally since she joined the Agency. So you have nothing to worry about. She blazed a lot of territory for LGBT agents. Yes, there are still some dinosaurs left, but they are going extinct...there's no room for them in the Agency." Sam smiled. "Thanks." "I've read your file and I'm very impressed. I understand that you got your PI license while you were in college." "Yes, back in San Diego. It seemed like the thing to do," she replied. "Sounds like there's an interesting story behind that," said Michelle. Sam nodded. "Well maybe you can tell me sometime. In the meantime let's get you set up," said Michelle. Sam picked up her crutches and slowly stood up. "They're a real pain aren't they?" asked Michelle. "I was on them for a month once." Sam nodded. "Beats being in a wheelchair. That was awful and our condo isn't exactly large. I've been relegated to the first floor since the shooting." "I can't imagine how hard it's been," said Michelle as she led Sam down the hall. "I'm just glad they saved the leg...at least I have a chance at returning to field duty. The best thing is that my girlfriend Kelly has been super supportive," said Sam. "Kelly works for Marlene Hamilton." "Impressive, I met Marlene once...and I've read several of her books," replied Michelle. "So does Kelly live here with you?" "Yes, along with Spartacus the cat," replied Sam. "Spartacus?" asked Michelle with a laugh. "That's an impressive name for a cat." "It fits him, he's a very impressive cat," replied Sam. She pulled out her phone she showed Michelle a photo of a small, but fierce looking orange cat. "Very cute...but he looks like he can be a handful," said Michelle. "You have no idea," replied Sam. "He's been trying to turn my cast into a scratching post." Michelle led Sam into a large work room. "You can have the vacant cubicle on the end. The computer techs were here over the weekend and everything should be set up for you," said Michelle. Sam nodded and she sat down. Michelle then motioned to a Japanese-American woman. "Tracy, this is Sam, she's been assigned to us, please show her the ropes," said Michelle. Tracy nodded and replied in a slightly southern accent. "Sure thing boss." Michelle smiled back and she headed back to her office. "You're in good hands Sam." "Thanks Michelle," replied Sam. Tracy pulled up a chair next to Sam. "I'll show you how to log into our database and where you can find your assignments. The rest of the system is identical to all other Agency departments," explained Tracy. "Cool," replied Sam. "We all heard about how you were injured...pretty intense," said Tracy. "It was," replied Sam. "How much longer will you be on the crutches?" "A few more months and then the physical therapy starts," replied Sam. "And do you want to go back to field work?" Sam nodded. "I know it may seem strange, but I really love it." "I understand, I personally can't imagine doing anything else beside this," said Tracy. "Now let's get you started." Chapter 4 Just before the end of the workday Tracy walked up to Michelle's office and knocked on the doorframe. Michelle didn't even have to bother turning around as she knew Tracy's knock. "Come on in and have a seat," said Michelle as she turned around. Tracy sat down across from Michelle. "So, how's she fitting in?" asked Michelle. "Like she's always been here," replied Tracy. "She's sharp." Michelle picked up her coffee mug and took a sip. "Tell me more." "She's very computer literate and a very quick learner," said Tracy. "She's also very likable; I think she'll have no trouble fitting into the team." "Good," replied Michelle. "How long will she be with us?" "A few months...maybe longer," said Michelle. Tracy nodded. "All depends on her status." "That's correct. If she can't get back to field work we need to appraise her to see if she'd fit in here." "Okay," replied Tracy. Michelle cocked her head. "What is it?" "What?" asked Tracy. Michelle cocked her head. "I can read you like a book, what else is on your mind?" Tracy leaned forward in her seat. "I don't have any proof, but I think she might be a hacker. I mean, just from a few things she said as we talked." "I see," said Michelle. "Well it takes one to know one," continued Tracy with a grin. Tracy had originally been turned down the first time she applied to the Agency. She broke into the system and sent her resume directly to the Director. She was immediately hired and assigned to Michelle. "Okay, please have a talk with her and explain that we do things legally here...unless we get a court order." "I will," replied Tracy. Chapter 5 Sam hobbled into her Centreville condo and flopped down on the couch. Spartacus immediately hopped up on her lap. Sam reached down and began to rub his chin. Kelly stepped out of the kitchen; leaned down and gave her a kiss. "How was it?" asked Kelly. "Exhausting," replied Sam as she continued to pet the loudly purring cat. "But I really like where I'm working." "I'm glad to hear it," said Kelly. "Let me check on dinner and then I'll come back out and you can tell me all about it." "Okay, I'll stay here and amuse the wee beastie," said Sam as she rubbed Spartacus's chin who purred contently. "If the beast starts to use your cast as a scratching post again, toss him on his furry little ass," said Kelly. "I don't mind...he can't hurt me," said Sam. "Yes, but the sound is so annoying," replied Kelly. As if on cue, Spartacus began to run his claws along Sam's cast. "Damn furball! He did that on purpose!," laughed Kelly. *** Across town Michelle arrived home and was greeted by her husband Warren. "How was work?" he asked. "Good," replied Michelle. "And the new agent?" he asked as he poured her a glass of wine. "She's fitting in fine," replied Michelle. He handed her the glass and she took a sip. "This is good," she replied. "It one of the vintages that Ally and Carol recommended," he replied. Michelle nodded. "That reminds me, I need to give Ally a call after dinner." Chapter 6 Ally and Carol where just finishing dinner when the phone rang. Ally looked at the caller ID and smiled. "It's Michelle." "Hello, Michelle," greeted Ally. "Hi, Ally. I just wanted to talk to you about Sam," replied Michelle. Ally sat down on the couch. "How'd she work out today?" asked Ally. "Fine. Tracy is very impressed with her and that alone is a glowing recommendation," said Michelle. "Sam's special...but don't tell her I said so," said Ally. "Tell me more about her," said Michelle. "I've known about her since she was in college. You know she was a PI, right? Well, I know the guy who trained her. We were on the force together," said Ally. "Small world," said Michelle. "So he knew you in the old days." "That's right. Rob was my partner on several stakeouts when I was the bait...I always knew that I could trust him. He was one of the first to call me after I became Ally," she explained. "And then he worked with Sam," said Michelle. "I know...small world. Anyway, Rob's not easily impressed, but he had nothing but compliments about her," said Ally. "Also Carol thinks the world of her. But this doesn't mean that she gets a free ride...if anything it means that I expect her to be the best. I don't want her coddled." "Well, we plan on using her. So, what do the doctors really think about her chances of recovery?" "They're not optimistic, but they've been wrong before," said Ally. "I mean, some of them said that I wouldn't recover from my first injury." "And they've been wrong about Steve dozens of times," said Michelle. Ally laughed. "How true. The important thing is to show Sam that even if she can't be a field agent that she can be a vital part of the Agency." "I understand," said Michelle. "I'll keep you informed on her progress." "Thanks Michelle, I really appreciate this," said Ally. After Ally hung up the phone she walked into the kitchen where Carol was cleaning up. "How's Sam doing?" asked Carol. "Michelle says that she's fitting in," replied Ally. "I knew she would," said Carol as she handed Ally a towel to dry the wine glasses. "I just want to give her an opportunity should she not be able to return to your department," said Ally as she gently dried one of the crystal wine glasses. "It's also something that Robert would have done." Robert Ledyard had been the agent who recommended Ally for her current position. "I'm sure he would," added Carol. "You're a lot like Robert." Ally turned and smiled. "Thank you." Chapter 7 Damon Meyer stepped out onto the balcony of the villa, sipped his single malt whiskey and looked out at the pristine jungle that stretched for miles towards the ocean. He had arrived at the private resort two days earlier. He had told his board of directors that he was taking a well earned vacation. Damon was the CEO of a large international investment company based in Seattle, Washington. "Enjoying the view?" asked his hostess. "Yes, it's very nice...very private," he said without turning around. "That's why I picked this location," she replied. "We don't have to worry about unwanted visitors. He turned and nodded. "So when can I see the...merchandise?" he asked. "She's being brought up here as we speak," replied the woman. He grinned. "Excellent." "Now, I must repeat that while the physical changes are almost complete, the mental programming takes longer to take hold," she said. "We were able change her to the specifications you requested in just over twenty-four hours...but it will take several weeks until the mental changes are complete." "I imagine 'she' is rather angry with me," said Damon as he took another sip of his drink. "She would try to kill you if she had the chance...but within a few weeks she'll be very docile and subservient...and she'll do whatever you ask her," said the woman as she sat down on the couch. Damon sat down across from her. "Why do the mental changes take longer?" he asked. The woman smiled back. "I can't share all my secrets, but we found out, through trial and error, that it's not wise to accelerate the mental conditioning... it can lead to severe psychosis. It sort of defeats the purpose of having a slave." "And she will be able to function as my secretary?" he asked. "Yes...she will be capable of doing any job assigned to her. Within three months she won't even have any memories of her previous existence." Damon nodded. A muscular man walked into the suite and came to attention in front of the woman. "The subject is being brought up," he stated. "Thank you, Daniel," she replied. "We had to bind her arms behind her back and cuff her ankles...she's very unhappy about what was done to her," he stated. "I'm sure she is," said the woman. Two men then entered the room leading a young blonde woman. The woman was wearing what appeared to be a hospital gown over her shapely body. "You fucking bastard!' she screamed in what sounded like a middle class English accent. "Very nice," said Damon. "What the 'ell 'ave you done to me?" the woman cried. "When she gets angry her accent will be more pronounced...and less refined," said the hostess. Damon stood up and examined the blonde woman who was struggling to get free from her captors. "May I see the rest of her body?" asked Damon. "Of course, you paid for her," said the hostess. Damon walked over to the woman. "Your name is now Elizabeth," he stated. "My name is Richard Morgan and you know it," cried the woman. Damon laughed. "You look more like an Elizabeth now...but I'll concede you one thing...you're now Elizabeth Richardson." He began to laugh louder as he thought about his joke. He then pulled a knife out of his coat and slit the front of the gown, exposing her large shapely breasts. "Very nice," said Damon. "They're 36-Double D's, just as you requested," said the hostess. "Magnificent," he replied. "She's quite lovely...even if she has the mouth of a sailor." "That will change...soon she will be very sweet," said the hostess. Damon looked down and looked at Elizabeth's small penis. "And she's fully functional?" he asked. "Of course," replied the hostess. "Excellent," he replied. "Her programming will be as you requested, prim and proper when at work...a total submissive and sexually addicted slut when in private. I think you will find her an excellent plaything," said the hostess. "Fuck you!" cried Elizabeth. "I'll fight this!" The hostess laughed. "They all say that...and they all give in...they have no choice." "I can't wait," said Damon. "You won't get away with this...people will look for me..." "No, no they won't my dear little girl," interrupted the hostess. "You were killed in a boating accident three days ago. The local authorities have just ended the search for your body. Please take her back to her room." Elizabeth shook her head and screamed with rage as the guards dragged her out of the room. "She's everything you promised she would be," said Damon. "Richard was a cocky little employee, very full of himself." "And soon she will be very full of you," said the hostess. Damon laughed loudly. "How true. When will she be ready to take home?" "In two weeks, but it all depends on how quickly she takes to the programming," replied the hostess. "Excellent. I can't thank you enough." "The two million dollars you paid me is a good start," she replied. Damon nodded. "Well worth every cent. Thank you, Kiyoke." Kiyoke Jamison smiled back. "You are welcome," she replied. Chapter 8 Kiyoke sat back and relaxed as her private jet flew her back to California. It had been a profitable week. Still, money was only part of the reason why she was using the transformation process; the thrill of transforming the weak was made it all worth while. The job she had done for Damon was rather routine and to be honest... rather boring. Oh seeing her latest victim's transformation and the futile efforts to fight back turned her on, but it wasn't that different from the many other transformations that she had done. She had one in the works and it could be very erotic if everything fell into place. Her technicians had confirmed that it would be possible to do everything requested. It was just a matter of the people involved agreeing to it. Kiyoke was confident that they would agree and as she thought about their request she became aroused and began to pleasure herself. She didn't bring herself to orgasm as she didn't want to waste it...no she would save it for her pussy of a husband Thomas. Kiyoke began to think of how she would fuck him that evening. Chapter 9 Sam stared at her computer's monitor as she scanned for information related to a recent string of bank robberies. The lead investigator was convinced that the gang wasn't randomly picking their targets and had asked for help from the research department. Sam was determined to help her old department as she scanned through the information related to the crimes. "Hey, are you going to sit there all day?" asked Tracy. Sam glanced up and grinned. "Maybe." "Well, are you at least going to have lunch?" Sam looked at her watch. "Wow, I lost all track of time." "That's a common occurrence here," replied Tracy. "I'm heading down to the cafeteria; do you want me to bring something back for you?" "Thanks, I'd like that," replied Sam. The Agency had an excellent cafeteria. It was one of the perks the Director had enacted when he had taken over. If his agents were going to work hard they deserved a decent meal. "What do you want?" "I'll take the chicken sandwich and a Diet Coke please," said Sam. "Okay," said Tracy. She returned twenty minutes later and Sam joined her in the break area. "So how do you like working here?" asked Tracy. "I like it a lot. It's a nice mental challenge," said Sam. "It has its moments," replied Tracy. "So how long have you been with the Agency?" asked Sam as she took a bite of her sandwich. "Three years. I joined after I graduated from Georgia Tech," replied Tracy. "I thought I heard a Southern accent," said Sam. "Yes, I'm a Southern Belle! Born and raised in Atlanta. My parents came to the states back in 1980," she replied. "Where are you from?" "Technically Florida...I was born there and lived there until high school...but I consider San Diego my real home," replied Sam. "Hmm, I sense a woman with a secret past," said Tracy. Sam smiled. "It's a dark and sorted tale." "I'd love to hear about it some day," said Tracy. "Please tell me." "I was run out of my town when I was in a senior in high school," said Sam. "You serious?" asked Tracy. Sam nodded. "I was sexually assaulted. The guys who did it were stars on the football team...and well... it was determined by the powers that be that it would have been too messy to prosecute them." "That's awful," replied Tracy. "Yes, but I got back at them, the guys who hurt me...and those who supported them," replied Sam. Tracy leaned closer. "Please go on." Sam took a breath. "You'll probably find out anyway. When I was raped I was a guy. It was at a school Halloween party and I was dressed as a girl. Only a very close friend knew I was transgendered at the time so I thought it would be fun to dress up. I transitioned after I moved out with my aunt in San Diego. I later worked with a PI and we uncovered a cesspool of corruption in my old town." "What do you mean?" asked Tracy anxiously. Sam told her a shortened version of what had happened. "Wow," replied Tracy. "That's incredible. I knew you were cool, but I had no idea. You actually know Steve Williams?" Sam nodded. "He's a freakin' legend here." "He's a great person," replied Sam. Tracy shook her head in disbelief. "Next you'll tell me that you know The Director," said Tracy. Sam shook her head. "I've never met him...but I have talked to Assistant Director Burns a few times." "Now I am impressed! I really hope we can become friends," said Tracy. "So do I," replied Sam. Chapter 10 Kiyoke arrived at her home and was greeted by Thomas. "How was your trip, Mistress?" he asked. "Very profitable," she replied as she sipped a leather collar around his neck. Thomas may have been a top executive at LT Imports, but in their home he was the property of his wife. "I've been looking forward to fucking you," stated Kiyoke as she led them to their bedroom. 'I was hoping you'd say that," he replied. Once inside the spacious room, Kiyoke ordered him to undress. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched. Thomas did as she ordered. Soon he was standing naked in front of her. Kiyoke licked her lips as she studied his body. Thomas used to love being naked with Kiyoke, but that was before she changed him. "I wonder what your coworkers would say if they could see you naked," said Kiyoke as she began to undress. Thomas lowered his head. "Don't be ashamed my dear, I love the way you look," she said. "It also makes sex so much more enjoyable. Now, lie down on the bed." Thomas obeyed. Kiyoke stood up and ran her tongue over her lips. She began to stroke her cock as she slipped on top of Thomas. "I've been thinking about fucking that tight pussy of yours ever since I left the clinic," she stated as she mounted him. Thomas gasped as her cock slipped inside of him. Three months earlier she had transformed both of them. She gave Thomas a vagina. It was designed to give him maximum sexual pleasure. He was male in every other way. But thanks to the transformation process, he was now controlled by the sexual pleasure that was contained in his vagina. He craved sex...he loved being fucked...even though it was so humiliating...maybe because it was so humiliating. In so many ways it was the ultimate form of control. Kiyoke gave herself a fully functional cock. True, she was sterile, but she could get erections and she could also ejaculate. The orgasms were incredible, better than she could have imagined. The sense of power was also wonderful. Nature had cheated her out of the opportunity to run her family's business, but now, thanks to the transformation process, she could have power. Yes it was behind the scenes, but it was power nevertheless. While she had no desire to be a man, she did lover the power of her new gender. Unlike those submissive feminized males, she was a woman with a penis...a strong, powerful, and dominant woman. Fucking Thomas was the ultimate form of dominance. She loved how he moaned as she fucked him and how he cried out when he came. Chapter 11 The next morning Kiyoke received the phone call that she had been waiting for. "Good morning Matsu," greeted Kiyoke. "Kiyoke, I have convinced my husband to meet you," replied Matsu Yutaka. "He finds your proposal very interesting." "I'm pleased to hear that," replied Kiyoke. "Ryoko is willing to meet with you this evening," continued Matsu. "And what about your daughter?" Matsu laughed. "She's very eager to undergo the procedure." "I imagine she would be," replied Kiyoke. "Although I doubt your son will be as eager." Matsu chuckled. "No, I doubt he would." "So where and when would you like to talk?" asked Kiyoke. "Please come by our hotel at 8 this evening," said Matsu. "It will be my pleasure," replied Kiyoke. Chapter 12 Sam stared at the data displayed on her monitor for nearly an hour. She knew she was close; it was just a matter of time until she solved the puzzle. It was much like doing a difficult Sudoku. All it would take is to find the one number, the key, to unlocking the solution. She then broke out in a smile as it came to her. "Tracy, would you come here please?" she asked. Tracy walked over and pulled up a chair. "What do you have?" "The answer," she replied. Tracy glanced at the screen. "Okay, what is it?" The computer screen listed the banks that the robbery team had hit in the six months. In addition to the banks, the screen displayed the addresses, and the name of the bank managers. "Our robbers are Washington Redskin fans," stated Sam confidently. "Huh?" asked Tracy. "We've wondered why the banks they've hit are spread out over such a large geographic area. It has nothing to do with the banks, rather it's the name of the managers....they all have the same last names as Washington Redskins team members." Tracy stared at Sam. "You must be kidding." Sam smiled as she called up a second list that showed the matching of the names. "Look, all the names match the last names of Redskins in the Football Hall of Fame." Tracy looked at the list with disbelief. The list included the last names of Allen, Jones, Smith, Marshall, Baugh and Riggins. "This is wild," she stated. "So do you think that I'm right?" asked Sam. "The first few names are pretty common, but it was the last two that caught my attention. There are only 14 Redskins in the Hall of Fame, so we need to do is run a search for the other names and see if any banks have managers with those names. That's going to be the problem." Tracy shook her head. "No, no it won't. We have a new program that I've been itching to use." "What is it?" asked Sam. "It allows us to search for names, which by itself isn't all that new. But this program allows us to add criteria of job title, geographic location, etc. I've made some adjustments to it that will allow us to refine our search." "Let's try it," said Sam. "Okay, come on over to my computer and we'll run it," said Tracy. "Bring your list of names." Sam printed out the full list of names and then hobbled over to Tracy's computer. "Oh, I just though of something," said Sam. "Can you add maiden names to the search criteria?" Tracy nodded. Ten minutes later the program was being run. In twenty minutes it produced a list of over forty banks. "Six of these are within a two hour drive of Washington," said Sam as they plotted the banks on a computerized map. "So what do we do now?" "I'll get Michelle and see what she thinks. If she buys your theory we'll send it up the chain of command," said Tracy. Chapter 13 Carol Williams sat across the conference table from Michelle, Tracy, and Sam. She listened without interrupting as Sam explained her theory. When Sam finished, Carol looked at Michelle, who was nodding in agreement. "We'll put these six banks under surveillance," said Carol. "Michelle, can you run a check of criminal backgrounds of any persons associated with the Redskins, including those in fan clubs, and season ticket holders?" "That'll be a pretty wide sweep but we can do it," said Michelle. Carol nodded. "This crew is too well organized to be amateurs. At least one of them has to have a record...we might get lucky and narrow down the field of suspects." "We'll start with our list of known bank robbers," said Michelle. Carol nodded again. "Good work," she said. "We'll get on that new search," said Michelle. "This looks very promising," said Carol and she picked up the file in front of her. "Thank you." "You're welcome. What can I say, I have a great team," said Michelle. "That's for sure. I'm glad to see that you're fitting in Sam," said Carol. Sam smiled back. "Thanks. Oh, if it wasn't for Tracy's program we wouldn't have been able to get you this list for weeks." Carol turned to Tracy. "I've heard good things about you Tracy. Thank you for your hard work." Tracy smiled back. "Always glad to help Agent Williams." Chapter 14 Later that evening, Kiyoke Jamison was meeting with Ryoko and Matsu Yutaka. Ryoko was the CEO of a large international electronic company. He was an old family friend. And like her own father he was very traditional when it came to a woman's role in business. Kiyoke sat across from Ryoko and Matsu in the living room of their large hotel suite. "I understand you may have a solution to my...dilemma," stated Ryoko. Kiyoke nodded. "That is correct," she replied. He stood up and walked over to the bar to pour himself a drink. "I inherited this company from my father and fully planned on passing it on to my son," he stated with barely contained disappointment in his voice. "Unfortunately my son would rather study literature and write poetry." Kiyoke knew the circumstances of Ryoko's problem, but she didn't interrupt. "And at the same time his twin sister loves to study the business," he continued as he filled his glass with Scotch. "She is only eighteen but she has a head for both electronics and for business...if she were a boy I could groom her to take over the company. But the board of directors would never tolerate such a thing." He took a drink of his Scotch. "If my family is to maintain control of my firm my heir must start college this year," he said. "My son tells me that he wants nothing to do with the company...it is a great dishonor." Kiyoke nodded. "My wife says you have a solution," he said. "Please tell me if what she says is true." Kiyoke sat up straight. "I have a procedure that would not only allow me to transform your son into a woman...and your daughter into a male, but I can make it so that they would look like each other. Your son Taru would become your daughter Kichi. The fact that they are twins makes this easier. Additionally, Taru will be programmed so that he accepts his new life as your daughter." "And what about Kichi?" he asked. "From what I have been told, she won't need programming as she is willing to do whatever it takes to run the company and keep it in your family. I can give her some minor programming so that she has more masculine traits. However, let me talk to her and I'll decide if that is necessary," replied Kiyoke. "I see. What about grandchildren?" he asked. "The procedure has been refined so that your son, your new son, will be fertile. However, your daughter will be sterile; we haven't been able to take the transformation that far. However, I have a solution that you may find acceptable," said Kiyoke. "What is it?" he asked. "A fake car accident," she replied. "That way we account for any minor differences in their appearance. Additionally we can state that Kichi's injuries in the accident rendered her infertile. She can still get married; in fact she could be the wife of one of your business associates. Her programming would make her the perfect submissive and obedient wife, eager to please her husband. Adoption could be arranged as she will be a devoted mother." "Very interesting idea," said Ryoko. "From what I have been told, this won't be that much of a stretch of 'her' male personality," continued Kiyoke Ryoko looked at wife. "What do think of this plan?" he asked. "It is the only solution if we wish to keep the company in our family's name. Kichi is very bright and her mind would be wasted. Taru has wasted his opportunities and he should have been born a girl," said Matsu. Ryoko stared at her and then nodded slowly. "What you say is true," he replied. He then turned to Kiyoke. "When can you start?" "I would like two weeks to prepare. Can you arrange to take your family on a vacation to the Yucatan?" asked Kiyoke. "That can be arranged," he replied. "Good. The authorities there are more accommodating...and open-minded towards turning a blind eye." "Is your 'clinic' located there?" he asked. Kiyoke nodded. "Yes, it provides a safe location," she replied. Ryoko smiled slightly. "There is much of your father in you Kiyoke," he stated. She smiled as she thought of the penis between her legs. You have no idea, she thought. "Thank you for the kind compliment," she replied. "Now, I will need a DNA sample from each of the twins. This will allow my technicians to get started on the transformation matrix." "That can be arranged," replied Ryoko. "I would also like to meet with your daughter," said Kiyoke. Ryoko looked at his wife who nodded. "Very well," he replied. Chapter 15 Kiyoke looked at the photos of Taru and Kichi Yutaka. Physically they were very close in size. This would be the first time that she would be copying not only one person, but two. It was all very exciting. Kichi was nearly five-eight and her brother was only one inch taller. The fact that the parents and the daughter were all in the plan was also very delightful to Kiyoke. The parents were willing to abuse their flesh and blood just to keep the company in their name. If the father and the shareholders weren't so old fashioned the easier solution would be to let the girl take over, but nowhere as much fun. The boy would be facing a very limited future. He would become a submissive young woman, soon to be married off to be the wife of some up and coming male executive. It was too bad that the process couldn't give "her" a working reproductive system, but her technicians said that they were possibly months away from that sort of transformation. Kiyoke didn't feel any pity for the boy's fate. If he had been more interested in his father's company then this wouldn't happen. She was however very interested in meeting the girl. In many ways she saw Kichi as a kindred spirit. Kiyoke would have eagerly sold out one of her male siblings to take their place. An hour later Kiyoke was seated across from Kichi. "So are you looking forward to becoming a male?" asked Kiyoke. "I am willing to do whatever it takes to inherit the company," she replied. "If I stay as is the best I can hope for is a happy marriage. My father is rather old fashioned in his beliefs." "You could just separate yourself from him," replied Kiyoke. Kichi shook her head. "Not an option. My father would cut me off and even though I have excellent grades, it still takes money to go to college." "I see...and how do you feel about what will be done to your brother?" Kichi laughed. "As the only son and heir he has had a free ride. Growing up he could do no wrong...my father always hoped that he could take an interest in the business, but it never happened. No, I feel no regret...in fact I look forward to attending my sister's wedding." "That may not happen for some time," stated Kiyoke. "No, that's not true. I overheard my father talking about an arranged marriage to the son of one of his friends. It would create family bonds between our family and that of another corporate family. I understand that the procedure will not allow my 'sister' to become pregnant, is that correct?" "We have been working on it, but so far it hasn't been perfected," said Kiyoke. "What do you mean?" asked Kichi. "We can produce the correct reproductive organs, but in one third of the tests the subject stays sterile," said Kiyoke. Kichi grinned. "What are the risks to my sister? I mean, if you were to give her a full set of organs and she turned out to be infertile...would there be any health risks?" Kiyoke shook her head. "No. The main reason I am not offering it is that I am a perfectionist and I hate it when I cannot meet all my promises," explained Kiyoke. "Fine, you told my parents that their daughter couldn't get pregnant...why not try it anyway, there's no risk, correct?" Kiyoke nodded. "I like the way you think." "I would love to see my 'sister' with a fat belly and several children running around her. She will be programmed to be a loving mother correct?" "That's true, just as she will be programmed to love and obey her husband," replied Kiyoke. "So she will be submissive...demure...obedient?" "Yes...the perfect model of traditional Japanese wife," replied Kiyoke. "I find the concept disgusting...but not for someone who was once a male." Kichi nodded vigorously. "So, she will remember who she was?" "Deep down she will retain knowledge of her old life...but she won't be able to express these thoughts. After a while she will think that she has always been a woman." "I see...but can you make it so she will remember who she was...and what she could have had?" "Of course. Is there a reason you want her to suffer?" asked Kiyoke. "Yes, just so she will know what a stupid and foolish boy she once was. I want her to love sex with her husband...and crave sex with him...yet to always remember she was once a boy...especially when she's climaxing. I can imagine her achieving orgasm and at the same time...when she's at the height of her sexual bliss suddenly remembering that she was once a male." "How delightful!" exclaimed Kiyoke. "I hate the system that I grew up in. I plan on making changes once I am in control of the company...in fact, I may want to use your services in the future. I like the idea of turning some of those arrogant young males I have known into demure perfect brides...totally submissive...the perfection of Japanese womanhood. My mother is brilliant yet she was never allowed to use her mind...it's unfair...as you obviously know." "Yes, you are right. I think that we will be good friends Taru," replied Kiyoke. "So anything else you want me to program into your sister?" Kichi smiled when Kiyoke called her by her brother's name...her new name. "Like what?" she asked. "She can be programmed to know how to dress," suggested Kiyoke. Kichi thought about it. "Make it so she always dresses very feminine...always in dresses and skirts...never pants...also that she will dress as her husband demands...especially if it's traditional Japanese outfits." "My pleasure," replied Kiyoke. Chapter 16 Carol had a feeling that the gang was about to rob another bank. She had her teams staking out the six banks on the list provided by Michelle's team. As she studied the list Carol had a hunch that the next robbery would be a Bank of America Branch north of Richmond. The bank manager was named Stephanie Robinson, but her maiden name was Jurgenson. She got into her car and headed to the stakeout. She was ten minutes away when she received a call stating that there was a bank robbery and it was the bank she was heading to. By the time she arrived her team, along with the local police had the accused in custody. Carol found her lead agent and was briefed on what had happened. "It happened just like the previous robberies. A high-end sedan, in this case a black BMW, pulled up in front of the bank. Three suspects got out and headed into the bank while the fourth stayed in the car. We had just moved into position to block the Beemer when the silent alarm went off. The three suspects exited the bank and got into the car where we trapped them. They gave up without a fight," stated Carlo Ibanez. "Good job," replied Carol. "So there was really a football player named Sonny Jurgenson?" "Oh yeah...my dad said he was a great quarterback... way before my time...besides I'm a Ravens fan...but don't tell my dad," he replied. "I won't...so where are the suspects?" she asked. "They're being taken to the local State Police office to be processed," continued Carlo. "I've already called our lab to send the prints we got from the other robberies." "Well done, Carlo," said Carol. "I'm heading over to question them." "Very well, I'll keep my team here to assist the locals in gathering the evidence," he replied. Chapter 17 Michelle hung up the phone, stood up and walked out into the main room of her department. "Tracy, Sam, good news, they caught the bank robbers," announced Michelle. Both young women broke out in huge smiles. "It looks like this is the gang that we've been hunting," continued Michelle. "Oh, Carol wanted me to tell you that all four of the robbers are season ticket holders for the Redskins." Sam broke out in a huge smile. Tracy gave her a high-five. "I guess I better start paying more attention to sports," said Tracy. "I was wondering if your program could be updated to include additional search criteria," said Sam. "That's a great idea," replied Tracy. "Well, I'll leave you two to get back to work. However, this means that I also owe you both lunch. Great job," said Michelle. Chapter 18 Kiyoke hung up the phone and smiled. Her head technician reported that they had received the DNA samples of the twins and that they would be able to start the transformation process as scheduled. Everything was going as planned. She now had a sizable fortune in various overseas accounts. The money was important as it would allow her to live the affluent lifestyle that she was accustomed to and it also meant that she was no longer dependant upon her so-called husband. Oh, he was an excellent plaything, but she no longer saw him as her mate. She realized that it was just a matter of time until she disposed of him. Her plans for him involved a total transformation into a woman. She decided that he would make a lovely blonde bimbo, perfect for working the clubs in Tokyo. She was concerned with one thing, as her operation grew; there was an increasing need for added security. So far she had managed to fly below the radar of law enforcement, but she knew that her luck wouldn't last forever. The last thing she wanted was to end up in a prison cell somewhere. Kiyoke logged onto her computer and checked her email account. She had recently made inquiries concerning a new security head. So far most of the names suggested to her were lacking. However she recently was given a referral from a client. What interested her was that he not only was highly qualified in terms of being the head of security but he had two other very desirable traits. The first was that he had a reputation for being very amoral. He didn't care who he worked for as long as he got paid. The second trait was that he could discreetly take care of problems in a way that wouldn't attract the attention of the authorities. She was pleased to see that he had replied to her email and that he was willing to meet her. In his email he gave a phone number for her to call. He also stated that the number was to a secure phone and that she wouldn't have to worry about anyone listening in. Kiyoke dialed the number. "Rose Security," stated the voice on the other end. "I would like to speak to Mr. Rose please," stated Kiyoke. "Speaking," he replied. "I'm pleased you called so promptly, Ms. Jamison." Kiyoke was slightly taken back by the fact that he knew who she was. "How did you know that?" she replied. "I'm sorry to have startled you, but you're the only one who I have given this number to," he continued. "It's my way of ensuring that I know who I am talking to." "I see, very through," she said. "So tell me what you need," he stated. "Mr. Rose, I am the one hiring you, I believe I should be the one asking questions," stated Kiyoke barely holding back her annoyance. "And if you are seeking my services it means that you need special considerations, considerations that one cannot get from regular state of the mill security companies," he countered. In spite of herself Kiyoke smiled. "Very good." "I provide a special form of security for 'special clients.' I only work for one client at a time and I give them one hundred percent of my attention," he continued. "I see, sounds expensive," she said. "You get what you pay for, and if you called me then you know that I'm reliable," he stated. "My price is non-negotiable." "I was told that," she said. "Don't worry, I'm not greedy," he said. "The point is I provide services that are unique...and if you are seeking my services then it means that money shouldn't be a problem." "Of course," she replied. "I will of course need to know what sort of operation you are running. Before you argue, it is out of necessity. I can't plan for threats unless I know what is going on." "And does your arrogance get you jobs?" she asked. He laughed. "It's not arrogance if you can back up what you promise. Besides, I suspect you prefer someone who is confident." "How true," she replied. "Just so you know, I have a very short list of jobs that I won't take. I don't work for drug cartels, I don't work for governments, and I don't work for terrorists. The first group is obvious, they deal in death. As for the other two, I don't deal with groups that have agendas. Agendas can change and when they do things can get messy." "Very interesting," she said. "If you are still interested in my services we will have to meet in person. It will cost you $100,000 which I must receive prior to the meeting and is non-refundable. If I agree to work for you then it will be my first payment. If we cannot come to an agreement then it will serve to keep me quiet," he stated. Kiyoke contemplated his offer for a moment. "Very well, that is acceptable," she replied. "Very good. I can meet you in La Jolla two days from now," he stated. She didn't bother asking how he knew she was in California. "I'm texting you the instructions for where you are to send the money and how you will contact me in two days," he stated. "I look forward to meeting you," she stated. "So am I," he replied. "Thank you, Mr. Rose," she said. "I will see you in two days, Ms. Jamison," he replied. Chapter 19 Bill Werth hung up the phone and leaned back in his office chair. "How did it go?" asked a young woman as she walked into the cabin of the yacht that served as one of his offices. "Very well, Robin," he replied. "I will be flying to the states tonight, please get me on the first flight to Los Angles. I will also need hotel accommodations and a rental car." "Of course," she replied with a smile. "What about the place for the meeting?" "Find something in the La Jolla area, upscale, but discrete," he replied. Robin nodded as she sat down at her computer. "What about the client?" she asked as she typed. "I know you know the basics about her, but do you want me to start digging deeper?" "You can give it a shot, but I doubt you'll find much," he replied. "Ooo, a challenge," replied Robin with a big grin on her face. Bill smiled back. Robin had only been his personal assistant for six months. In one of his previous jobs he had rescued Robin. The truth of the matter was that he had been contracted to kill her. At the time Robin was a teenage boy who was being transformed into a feminized slave. Bill was tasked to kill her and her tormentors in order to protect his employer. Bill killed the tormentors and faked Robin's death. He had then brought her to his home in Curacao and helped her transition the rest of the way. Initially he had no intention of hiring her as he preferred to work alone, but now he considered her indispensable. She quickly mastered all of his research databases and had found a few new ones. Additionally he was also very fond of the young woman, almost as if she was his own flesh and blood. In some sense she was, as he had saved her life, and in some cultures that meant more than blood relationship. He was very pleased when she took his last name as her own. Since she arrived in Curacao, Robin had changed her appearance dramatically from the Goth look that had been forced upon her. Now her skin was deeply tanned and her short hair was light brown in color. "Okay everything is set up," she stated as she began to print out his travel paperwork. "Everything is in Mr. William Rose's name." "Great," he replied. Only a handful of people knew his real name. "I'll get started on Kiyoke Jamison," she continued. "If I turn up anything good I will send it to you." "Thank you Miss Moneypenny," he replied. Robin smiled back. "So what do you think of this one?" He shrugged. "I won't know until I get there. She might be legitimate." Robin frowned. "You don't really think that, do you?" "I have to go in there with an open mind. She's obviously has something to hide. The question is, just how dirty is her secret? She won't open up to me if she doesn't trust me," he said. "Okay, but be careful...you're the closest that I have to family," replied Robin. "No worries, Kid," he replied. Robin frowned again. "Seriously, you mean the world to me," she said. "I know...and you mean a lot to me too," he replied. "Okay. Um, can I use all our resources to check on her?" asked Robin. "Keep it internal for now. I don't want to play our trump card too often," he replied. Robin nodded. "Okay, I'll see what I can turn up." Chapter 20 Ally and Carol discussed work as they had dinner. "The Director was very pleased that your team caught those bank robbers," said Ally. "We owe a lot to Michelle and her team," replied Carol. "He knows that. That was pretty smart of Sam to pick up on the football references." Carol nodded as she took a bite of her steak. "Reminds me of another agent," said Carol. Ally smiled back as she instinctively rubbed her shoulder. Carol cocked her head. "You okay?" "It's just an old habit..." said Ally. "You know, maybe we should make it mandatory that all our agents participate in the football pool this season; what do you think?" "Maybe. I just know that I wouldn't have made the connection of the names to the robberies. The suspects admitted that they committed the robberies so that they could afford a luxury box for the Redskins home games," said Carol with disgust. "Imagine, spending life in prison just so they could party at a football game." "They'll be lucky if they even see any of the games on TV in prison. At least they didn't hurt anyone," said Ally. "That's true," said Carol. Ally leaned back. "Sam is pretty sharp." "Yes she is. I hope I can get her back, but if she doesn't pass the physical I wouldn't mind her working for Michelle." "I agree," said Ally. "She's too good to lose." Chapter 21 Bill looked at his watch as he waited for the arrival of Kiyoke Jamison. He was intrigued by her offer of employment as she had a perfectly clean record. Bill knew that this usually meant something was up, but to what it was he would have to wait until his meeting. Kiyoke arrived at the scheduled time. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rose," she stated as they shook hands. "I have heard good things about you." She studied the muscular man and quickly determined that he could obviously defend himself. "Thank you, Ms. Jamison," he replied. "Please call me Kiyoke," she said as she sat down in one of the hotel room's leather armchairs. "Very well, Kiyoke," he replied as he sat down across from her. "I need someone of your experience," she stated. "My current security is inadequate." "What is the nature of your business?" he asked. Kiyoke cocked her head. "How did you know it's not for personal security?" "First, you came here alone...so you obviously aren't worried about your own security. Second, your husband's company has an excellent security system, so it doesn't concern him," he explained. "Very good, you are everything that I was told," she replied. "Yes, it is for a private business concern that I have." "And what is it?" he asked. She shook her head. "That is not your concern...at least not until I hire you." "That's not the way I work. Either tell me everything or I walk," he stated. "If I don't take the job your interview fee pays for my silence." She stared at him for several moments as she contemplated her answer. "I am not used to people talking to me like this," she stated. "No, I imagine you're not. But it's the way I work. You can quite easily hire anyone to be a yes-man. In this line of work you get better results if you get someone who is free to speak their mind. It's not personal. I understand that if I accept your offer I will work for you and I will give you the proper respect, but I must have the ability to disagree with you and to speak freely when it comes to doing my job. If you don't do as I say then I will leave." Kiyoke smiled slightly. "I see," she replied. "Very well. I run a very special service to a very selective and rich clientele." Bill just nodded. "I have a process that allows me to physically and mentally change a person so that they can better please their master or mistress," she continued. "It is non-surgical and is very adaptable." "In what way?" he asked. "I can change someone appearance...gender...race...and hopefully one day their species. Additionally I can adjust their mind. They can be made very submissive...or given other personality traits. The process is so strong that after a period of time they cannot distinguish it from their original personality." "So if you change someone's gender you can make them think that they have always been the new gender?" "That is correct," she replied. "Obviously this is a very rare procedure and therefore I can get whatever I want. I am very selective who I offer it to." "So what are your pressing security concerns?" he asked. "I need full backgrounds check of all clients. I'm also concerned about my own employees. I want to maintain a monopoly." "I see," replied Bill. "Where do you conduct your operations?" "Mexico," she replied. "Outwardly it appears to be a private clinic. In fact for most of the year that's exactly what it is used for. When I use it there is minimal staff, most of which have no idea what I do there." "How many full time employees?" he asked. "Three lab technicians and four security officers." "Only four?" he asked. "That's just internal. I pay the local authorities to maintain my privacy. Of course, they have no idea what I'm doing. They don't know, or care as long as I pay them," she replied. "What about the local criminal element?" he asked. "I pay them the going rate to leave me alone," she replied. Bill nodded. "How long are the...clients there?" he asked. "That depends on the changes. I do have a staff that does housework, cooking, etc. They are not a worry," she replied as a sly grin appeared on her face. Bill nodded. "So they have been changed to serve you?" he asked. "That is correct," she replied. "I see," he replied. "I have a major job that must occur in the next few weeks. I would like you to oversee security," she stated. "It will be a one-to-two week contract." "And after that?" he asked. "I will need you to run background checks on clients," she said. Bill stood up and retrieved his briefcase. He opened it and pulled out a contract. Without a word he filled in some blank spaces and then handed it to Kiyoke. She picked up the contract and read it. "You are not cheap," she stated. "The best never are," he replied. She read the last paragraph and smiled. "Don't you trust me?" "I don't trust anyone," he replied casually. "It's why I have stayed alive so long. That is my life insurance. Should anything happen to me your name will be sent to some associates of mine. There is no place on this planet that you will be safe." "What sort of associates?" she asked. "Professional assassins. I did a favor for them once. They swore a blood-oath to avenge me should it be necessary. They take these sorts of things very seriously," he stated seriously. This was no bluff. One of the sons of the group's leader was captured. He faced torture and execution. The father contacted Bill and requested that his son be spared such a humiliation. There was no way to help the young man to escape so he did the next best thing. Bill managed to slip into the prison and kill the young man. The father was pleased that his son's honor was not lost and made the blood-oath. "Very intelligent," she replied as she took out a pen and signed the contract. She then handed it to Bill. "I would like a copy." "Of course," he replied. "The contact will include instructions for depositing my salary." "I will call you later this week and give the location of the facility," she stated. "Very good," he said. "I like you Mr. Rose, I feel like I can trust you," she stated with a smile. "I doubt that," he replied. "I doubt a woman like you trusts anyone." She laughed slightly. "Very good. I look forward to working with you." Chapter 22 Bill arrived back in Curacao the next day. As soon as he arrived back he updated Robin on the trip and Kiyoke. "Ugh, no offense, but she sounds like a real sick bitch," said Robin. "I have to agree," he replied. "A real piece of crap, that one is. I've dealt with some sick people before but she's far beyond anyone else." "So are you going to turn her in?" asked Robin. He shook his head as he opened up a cold Amstel beer. "No, I have to verify what she told me first. If she's telling me the truth then this process has some extremely frightening uses," he said as he sat took a long drink of the beer. "That means that you'll have to see the process work, right?" she asked nervously. "I'm afraid so...and if it does then I have to think of a way of shutting it down. If it can do everything she says it can then it has to be destroyed. No good can come from it," he said. Robin sat down across from him. "And you're just going to let it happen?" "Look, I don't like seeing people hurt anymore than you do...but I have to be careful so I don't expose my real goals. If she has been doing what she says she can do then I'll shut her down, but I have to learn her operation first. What if she has partners? Another facility?" he explained. "You're right...can I do anything to help?" asked Robin. He took another long drink and emptied the beer. He got up to get another one, but he stopped first. "Yes," he replied. "See if any employees of LT Imports have disappeared in the past year." Robin smiled and stood up. "I'm on it!" Chapter 23 Two days later Kiyoke called Bill. "I have a request for you," she stated. "What do you need?" he asked. "I want you to run a background check on my security team," she said. "Sure, when do you want the report?" "As soon as possible...as I alluded to, I have a major job coming up and I can't afford any security leaks," replied Kiyoke. "I'll get right on it," he replied. "Good, I will send you the file," she stated as she hung up. Bill downloaded the file sent by Kiyoke. There were four names on the list. He showed the list to Robin. "I suspect that she already knows one...or more of these guys are dirty," said Bill. "Find me the proof." "Okay," she replied. "Oh, I have that first task completed. LT Imports has lost eight employees in the past two years. Two look like legitimate accidents, but the other six seem suspicious." "Why?" he asked. "All were young single males in management and all had ties to the main office where Kiyoke's husband works," she replied.