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THE SHAKESPEARE OPTION
by BobH
(c) 2011
Prologue
The man slid back the small viewing panel in the cell door and gazed in
on its sole occupant, a confused and clearly frightened young woman who
was looking around the spartan confines of her windowless cell and
shivering, not from cold - they kept the temperature at a steady seventy
degrees - but because the gravity of her situation was starting to sink
in.
"I think she's scared," he said to his companion, who was a dead ringer
for the woman in the cell.
"She should be, Melman," replied the woman. "I would be in her
situation. Right, I'd better be on my way."
"Umm, would you, um, like to grab something to eat with me," said
Melman, clumsily. "When this is over, I mean?"
"That's very sweet of you, but I'm married."
"Oh, ah, I'm sorry."
"That's OK," she smiled, "there's nothing to apologise for."
With that, she turned and left, her high heels clicking on the hard
stone floor. Looking like she did male attention was inevitable, she
knew, but it was a real pain. Sighing, she entered the goods elevator
and travelled up to the ground floor. It was time to get to work.
*
1. The Congressional Hearing
Charlotte Chalker checked her reflection in the restroom mirror. Not bad
for forty, she thought. She was dressed in a sharply-tailored pinstriped
skirt suit, with medium height heels and understated make-up. She looked
elegant and professional, which was good. This wasn't her first time
before a panel of Congressmen and women and she knew from experience
that presentation was important.
The door opened and a female page stuck her head in.
"They're ready for you now, Dr. Chalker," she said.
"Thanks," replied Charlotte, following the page out and across the lobby
to a set of imposing doors in front of which stood two stern-faced,
armed and uniformed male guards.
"Identification?" asked one.
"Oh, yes, sorry," said Charlotte, fumbling in her purse for her security
badge.
"You need to wear that at all times while you're in the building,
ma'am," said the guard as she clipped it to the breast pocket of her
suit jacket. Satisfied she was now properly attired he ushered her
through the door and shut it firmly behind her. This was a closed
hearing, one dealing with one of America's most closely guarded secrets.
And she was currently taking steps to make sure it remained that way.
There were six Congresspersons seated behind the long table - two
female, four male. Off to one side, behind her own separate small table,
sat the stenographer.
"Please take a seat, Doctor," said the Chairman indicating the solitary
chair in front of their table.
This Charlotte did, making herself comfortable and staring calmly at
Congressman Ralph Peters, the Committee Chairman. These hearings were a
nuisance but not one she could get out of. It seemed like every time a
new Administration was sworn in or there were a significant number of
new faces in either the House or the Senate someone would get it into
their heads that they needed to look into the activities of the UCD.
Still, it had been almost ten years since the last one of and if they
wanted to continue to receive funding at the level they did she accepted
she would have to endure them. Of course, since that last hearing they
had started using nanosculpting, which was why the hearings were closed
this time around.
"Not everyone here is aware of the history of the UCD or the scope and
nature of its operations, myself included. So if you please, could you
begin by outlining this for us?"
"Certainly, Mr Chairman," said Charlotte. She cleared her throat, made a
steeple of her fingers, and began.
"The death of J. Edgar Hoover in 1972, after decades as its Director,
gave the FBI an opportunity to rethink the way it did things, to
brainstorm new ideas and try out new approaches to their remit. One of
the changes that resulted was the creation of the Unconventional Crimes
Department. This was initially conceived of as a think-tank and R&D unit
- the 'unconventional' in the name referred not to the crimes but to the
department's approach to solving them. I joined the Bureau fresh from
Harvard twenty years ago with a degree in psychology and was assigned to
the UCD as a criminal profiler.
"Twelve years ago, following a congressional review, the UCD was split
off from the FBI and became an independent contractor, providing the
same service it always had, only now for all divisions of the police and
security services, and no longer just the FBI. Eight years ago, Dr Helen
Chang created the bio-nanite, a tiny, molecule-sized machine capable of
moving material around within a living body. With enough of these
nanobots in your bloodstream, it was now possible to reshape your body,
to make you - externally, at least - a copy of anyone else of your
approximate height and build. Dr Chang named this process
'nanosculpting'. Unfortunately, the stress on the human body of this
level of physical reshaping resulted in the death of almost every test
subject it was tried on. Fortunately, Dr Chang is a world-level genius
and polymath and it only took her a further three years to solve the
problem. It appears there are only a small number of people the process
can be made to work on safely. And to make it work on them, to render
them physically pliable enough for the nanosculpting not to harm them,
requires treatment with a special drug developed by Dr Chang. Yes, she's
a world-class biochemist, too."
She paused, taking a sip of water before continuing.
"Dr Chang joined UCD during the early stages of her research, and we
were quick to realize its potential. With the problems mostly sorted
out, we started screening the police, the military, and the various
security services for people who had the rare genetic make-up we were
looking for. And we found them. Only a handful, it's true, but they were
out there and we got them reassigned to UCD. Suddenly, we'd gone from
being an R&D outfit to having a team of field agents. This was because
it was made a matter of the highest national security that nanosculpting
remained top secret, so no more people than absolutely necessary were
even to know it existed. Which meant keeping it in-house in UCD, of
course. This hearing is its first outside airing."
"Oh yes, and there was one other problem I didn't mention earlier. The
drug that allows non-lethal noanosculpting doesn't work in the presence
of the levels of estrogen normally found in women. Which means it can
only be used on men.
"With a working process in place, a committee was formed to decide how
to proceed. It was chaired by General Cairns, a former head of special
forces recently appointed head of UCD. Given the gender limitation, the
committee were initially of the opinion we'd only be able to use it to
have our agents take on the identities of other males. This was when I
raised the possibility of the Shakespeare Option."
"The Shakespeare Option?"
"Yes. In Shakespeare's time, women weren't allowed on the stage, which
meant all the female roles in his plays had to be acted by men. I argued
that we were in the same position, that denying ourselves the
possibility of taking on the identities of women unnecessarily limited
the scope of our operations. I proposed we run further tests on those
we'd already found, that we select those of the general build and body
type we needed, and run extensive psychological tests to find any who
could carry off the impersonation. After a lot of debate, they agreed to
my proposal. It was decided that two departments would be set up within
UCD charged with running our agents. Designated Section M and Section F,
these would run our male and apparently-female agents respectively, and
I would head both. The agents in Section M would not be told that those
in Section F weren't actually female, nor about the estrogen problem
with nanosculpting, of course. This was my decision. It's my belief this
will make the male agents act more naturally towards Section F agents in
undercover situations, which could save lives."
"How long does nanosculpting typically take?" asked one of the
Congresswomen.
"That depends on how much needs to be done. If it's just facial
features, that takes a day. If it's only fingerprints, then an hour or
so."
"Only fingerprints?" said the Chairman, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Mr Chairman. Usually we make our agents' fingertips blank when we
nanosculpt them so they leave no prints when they're in the field, but
it can be just as effective to alter only the fingertips if we wish to
cast suspicion on someone else."
"How long does it take to transform one of your male agents into a
woman?" asked the other Congresswoman.
"They're not actually transformed into women, as such," replied
Charlotte, "only given the external appearance of women. Internally they
remain male. To go from male to the appearance of female takes about a
week. That may seem like a long time but what we do isn't magic and it
takes as long as it takes. A couple of our Section F agents have chosen
to live as women between assignments so that they only have to undergo
facial and minor physical nanosculpting rather than the full, week-long
routine every time, both before and after a mission."
Charlotte's roles as Head of Field Operations and UCD's Chief
Psychologist were sometimes in conflict. She had been responsible for
establishing the operational protocols, but she had been overruled when
it came to allowing agents to continue living as women between
assignments. Yes, there were many arguments as to why this was
convenient and would help them in their future masquerades, but she was
concerned at the extent to which UCD was in uncharted territory. No one
was sure what the long term or even the medium term effects of such deep
and prolonged counter-gender role playing would have on the agents of
Section F. These were all heterosexual males who had started out without
any transgender tendencies, men who who were doing this from a sense of
patriotism and of duty rather than because of any predelictions or
desires in that area. Not that she was about to air her concerns at this
hearing.
*
2. The Congressman's Wife
Arriving back at his Georgetown home, Congressman Ralph Peters could
barely contain his excitement.
"Irina, honey, I've got it!" he announced, holding aloft a sheaf of
papers containing a transcript of that afternoon's session of the
hearings.
"That's wonderful, my darling," said Irina, coming out of the kitchen to
greet him with a passionate kiss.
As always she took his breath away, this slim, red-haired Russian
beauty. He was totally besotted with her. At twenty years old she was
barely a third his age, yet somehow she was his. He had divorced his
wife of twenty five years and the mother of his children in order to
marry Irina, such was her power over him. He knew it was crazy but he
couldn't help himself
"So you've discovered their big secret?" she said, breaking their
embrace.
"Yes, yes I have. It sounds incredible, but according to Dr. Chalker the
UCD uses something called bio-nanites to transform their agents into
exact copies of other people. I have the full transcript here."
He handed her the papers and she flicked through them, pursing her lips.
"This is enough to let anyone figure out the scope of their operation,"
she said.
"I know. So is it enough to satisfy your people back home?" asked
Peters, eagerly.
"More than enough," she said, producing a concealed gun from somewhere
and shooting him right between the eyes.
The Congressman fell backwards, a look of shock on his face, crashing
through the coffee table. His wife stood over him, then put one more
bullet in his brain to make sure he was dead. Tucking the sheaf of
papers under her arm, she took a few minutes to attend to a special
task, then turned and marched out of their apartment.
*
3. The Debrief.
Charlotte Chalker smiled ruefully as she regarded the pretty redhead
sitting across the desk from her, feeling momentarily envious of the
other woman's firm young breasts and realising how absurd that was in
this situation. They were in her office in the building that housed the
Unconventional Crimes Department and this was a debriefing session
"So everything went as planned?"
"Like clockwork," replied the redhead. "As soon as Peters had
incriminated himself I terminated him. I'd concealed his videocamera
behind the potted plant in the corner so his confession and the killing
are both on record. I copied the whole thing onto a flash drive then
deleted all the stuff on the camera's disk about the UCD, leaving only
the killing."
"And the real Irina?"
"She was taken from her cell by Agent Melman and released two streets
from her apartment. She arrived home a few minutes before the police got
there. They will have found the videocamera and the tape of her shooting
her husband. She never saw me and doesn't know I exist, so she'll be
stunned when she sees it. We were wearing identical outfits, of course."
"What about the cell?"
"Dismantled. If Irina decides to tell the police about her incarceration
they'll find only an empty warehouse. Not that I think she will. No,
she'll realise she's been set up and that this means we're on to her.
She has to figure she can either take the fall for her husband's murder,
which is clearly what we want since we framed her for it, or she can
protest her innocence. In which case her being a foreign agent comes out
and Congressman Peters gets implicated in the mess that follows,
something she must realise we don't want and which would quite likely
have consequences for her that were...unfortunate. We were prepared to
kill a Congressman, after all, so she has to be wondering what we might
do to her."
"Excellent! When the other members of the Congressional Committee hear
about the killing the story will already be of a valued colleague and
loyal public servant who was murdered by his wife for some as yet
unknown reason. They will have no reason to suspect we had a hand in the
affair."
"We're just lucky we uncovered what Peters was about when we checked
into all the Committee members prior to the hearings."
"Yes, we dodged a bullet there - unlike the Congressman."
They both had a chuckle at this.
"Y'know," said Charlotte, studying the other woman admiringly, "it still
amazes me how the process can make someone look so much younger. We're
pretty much the same age but you look young enough to be my daughter. If
the process worked on everyone, particularly women, we could make a
fortune with it."
"Yeah, and for a while it can make you feel physically younger, too,"
said the redhead. "For a while."
"C'mere," said Charlotte, getting to her feet. The other woman got up,
came around the desk, and they embraced. They shared a quick, brief kiss
before Charlotte pulled away.
"That's enough, while you're like this," she laughed . "You know I don't
swing that way, Adam."
"A pity," said the redhead, ruefully. "I know we could have a lot of
fun."
"Have your nanites been programmed to restore you to normal yet?"
Adam nodded.
"Good," said Charlotte. "That means it's only a week until I get my
husband back. Then we'll have some *real* fun."
The End.
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Note: My New Year's resolution this year was to finally finish off as
many as I could of the far too many unfinished stories that are
cluttering up my hard drive. Of these, this one is the oldest and goes
back to around 2002, I think. I'd written most of the hearings scene and
had intended the whole thing to introduce the basic concept, some of the
players, and to be the basis for an ongoing series. Clearly, that never
happened. It may never do so. But rather than let it languish I'm
presenting it here as is, now completed.
I got the name 'Unconventional Crimes Department' from a series of comic
cover recaps at Jenny North's www,tgfa.org site, which is well worth a
visit.
Repost note: In finishing this off so many years after it was started, I
had forgotten the nanites were not reinjected every time but rather
reprogrammed as required. This has certain plotting implications for
possible future stories, hence this corrected repost. I also took this
opportunity to correct as few typos, of course. I'm reposting it now
because a new UCD story will be appearing here very shortly:
THE CHANG ABDUCTION
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