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Escape by sammig82 Edited by DocVS Chapter 2 The Fugitives Ten hours after the accident, a couple of fine policeman showed up at the log cabin to inquire whether they have seen any suspicious personals around these woods. "No, I don't think so. Have you noticed anything strange after Kevin and I went to the crash site today, honey?" Oliver redirected the question to his wife in a strapless orange mid-thigh summer dress, shorter than the one she wore this morning. "I don't think I did. My daughters and I stayed in the cabin with the doors locked the whole time until my husband and my son returned. He told me that it was a terrible accident with many deaths. We were really saddened by it. Our prayers go to the family of the victims," Katherine said with a sincere expression on her lovely face. "By the way officers, who would you be looking for in the woods? Are these people related to the accident?" asked Oliver. "We're not really sure but a survivor thought he saw a few prisoners escape from the crash site. The accident did involve a bus transporting a group of prisoners. We couldn't verify whether any of them survived the crash but we're just doing this as a precaution. Anyway, we're sorry for taking some of your time. Keep the doors locked and inform the authorities if you've seen anything untowardly. Have a good night ma'am...sir." With a touch of his police cap, the two officers left the Wilsons' cabin. Oliver and Katherine waved to the officer and gracefully closed the very same solid wooden door that Mr. Wilson had swung open earlier today to find his 'wife' and 'daughters' conducting themselves inappropriately with two of the 'escaped prisoners'. Securely locking the door behind them and making sure from the cabin's window that the police vehicle had moved out of view, an unladylike Katherine spoke in a weird accent, "I have to say, this disguise shit really works like a charm. Today's gotta be our god damn fucking day!" "I have to agree. Right now, we need to flawlessly impersonate this perfect little family. While that gun or rifle or whatever the heck it is our savior at this moment, depending on the way we hide it, it could also be our Achilles heel. We can't let them find it. Not in our possession," spoke the person, who used to be Dr. Kenny Smith, but was now Oliver Wilson. "Well, we could just burn that damn shit like how we burnt the police uniform earlier in the barbecue pit by the lake. Problem solved and they wouldn't know who we were or used to be," Rocky suggested in the voice of Katherine Wilson, but the tone was slightly deeper than usual. "I don't like the idea. Adrian told us that you would need to shoot thething again to take off the disguise. I don't feel like being trapped in this body for the rest of my life. Besides, I feel that we can actually utilize such an amazing tool to our advantage. With this thing, we can probably live forever. According to Adrian, there's a possibility that the aging process of our original body would be suspended once we don someone else's skin. When the skin that we put on ages to whatever limits that we set, we can shed it and don someone younger. Did you ever think about that... about what we can achieve with this? Eternal life and much more!" the new Oliver said, comprehending the facts that Professor Phillips had carelessly told Adrian Torres. These were some of the possibilities that the brilliant inventor had chosen to omit from his report to the government agency as the aging experiment would take a much longer time to prove. But if his theory and hypothesis was correct, this could very well be a reality. Rocky gave a deeper thought about it. How had they escaped from the brink of death, not only from the death penalty but also from such calamitous accident, to arrive to a possibility of immortality? How ironic was it that they were actually talking about the AER gun right before their fortune started to take an unexpected turn. ***** Earlier that morning, on the heavily armored bus, after a loud bang, Rocky saw two police vehicles in front of them crash into a line of derailed train cars lying in the middle of the road and got thrown into the air. The collision of their bus with the locomotives followed. The other two escort vehicles behind rammed straight into their rear, killing all the escort guards seated at the back. Then multiple explosions occurred all around him and his prison mates. They were protected by the very same thing that was intended to prevent their escape. The impact from the back threw the dead bodies of the escort guard to the front of the burning bus. Rocky saw a bundle of keys on one of the corpses which happened to be very close to his damaged seat, so close that even his shackled hands could reach it. He swiftly unlocked himself and the rest of the prisoners before the fire consumed the rest of the bus. They had barely managed to get out of the burning vehicle before it launched into another explosion. Thanks to the heavy armored section of their transportation, none of them suffered any serious injuries. Chico Alves had a sprained ankle while Adrian Torres dislocated his left shoulder. Rocky himself had multiple small cuts over his arms and chest. Dr. Smith and Samuel Johnson only had minor bruises. Once they were out in the open, Dr. Smith suggested that all of them took off their prison uniforms and threw them into the burning wreckages so that the authorities would think that they were dead in the crash. It would at least buy them some time to escape. While looking for police uniforms to change into, Adrian couldn't believe his eyes when he spotted an opened elongated brief case containing the very tool that turned him into a live-skin one week ago. Wasting no time and without any clothes on, he quickly collected the AER gun, abandoning its case. The rest of the group was as surprised as him when he showed them his finding. Fearing any passer-by or the authorities showing up at any moment, the group of five frantically carried each other into the woods of the forest beside the road. Only Samuel and Dr. Smith managed to find unburned police uniforms to put on. Rocky and the other two former gang members were totally naked as they moved through the trees in search of a hiding place. Initially they came to a camping site but it was very risky as there were too many people there. So they continued to move among the woods until they arrived at an isolated log cabin beside the lake. There was no vehicle parked on the front or around it. Rocky suggested that Dr. Smith and Samuel to go and check out the cabin while he and the rest lay hidden in the woods. Since they were fully clothed in police uniforms and moving freely without any restrictive injuries, it wasn't much of a problem for them as they walked up to the veranda. Dr. Smith knocked on the front door to see if there was anyone inside. He had the AER standing by behind him, strapped into his police belt in addition to the Glock 22 that came with his uniform. The door was opened slightly as it was still secured by its chain. A lovely lady peeked through it and saw the two men in uniform. Pretending to be an officer-of-law, it wasn't difficult to convince the attractive blonde lady in a yellow summer dress to let them in since there were 'suspicious people' who might be responsible for the major accident on Route 63 seen running into the woods. The two officers just wanted 'to make sure that the cabin's doors and locks were in good condition.' Inside the luxuriously crafted log cabin, Dr. Smith and Samuel noticed another two occupants, two beautiful young ladies to be precise, who they politely greeted. The brunette was wearing a red tank top and jean shorts while the younger blonde was in a pink strapless summer dress, much shorter than the one worn by the other blonde. It had been a while since the both of them had seen a real pussy. They couldn't have asked for more when they were presented with three gorgeous ones. Even though the lady who granted their entry at the doorway seemed older than the other two, she was very pretty and well-preserved. She introduced the younger girls as her daughters. Once they were sure that there was no one else inside the cabin, Dr. Smith expeditiously took out the AER and shot beams of white lights at all three ladies in the living area. Right where they stood, the mother and daughters had some sort of gas evaporate from their eyes, mouths and ears before their heads turned hollow, caved in under their weight as the clothes they were wearing sank as something disappeared beneath them. The targets collapsed into three groups of skins and clothes on the floor. The last of them to be shot, the youngest of the three, only managed a short squeal. The transformation process took barely a minute. A short moment of marvel later, the phony police officers invited three naked fugitives into the beautiful lake side cabin. Rocky couldn't believe that the three crumples of skins and clothing on the timber floor used to be living humans a few minutes ago. He separated the skins from the clothes and underwear to examine it more closely. The slightly opened eye lids showed no eye balls behind it and the mouths were empty with no tongue or teeth. However, it felt warm and the veins, moles and the tiniest of freckles were visible on all of the skins. They seemed to be so alive and yet so stretchable. In fact, Adrian told the group that the persons were actually still alive in the skins. All they had to do was to hold the opening slit at the back of the skin's neck tightly together for more than 5 minutes for it to be revived as the live person of its origin. Alternatively, if the skins were left empty for more than 24 hours, it would spontaneously revive on its own. They didn't have much time to dwell into it as the three naked men randomly collected the skins from the floor to put on. Why the three former gang leaders? Well, they were already naked anyway and had injuries that could possibly be fixed by wearing those skins. Despite Rocky's chubby figure, the elasticity of the live-skin allowed him to easily slide his big fat hairy right leg into its six inches entry slit located the back of the neck. It was just like putting on a jumpsuit; except that this was more restrictive but yet, flexible and stretchy. The insides were slick but had some a kind of pink gel/material in it that felt cool and pleasant. Once his right leg was fitted into the skin's right leg, it immediately tightened up, magically metamorphosing into a smooth and slender female leg. Rocky's size 10 right foot turned into a small, dainty, much more pleasing shape. There was a little tingling sensation while the transformation took place but it was virtually painless. He quickly slid the other leg in and the same process repeated before his very eyes. At the stage where he pulled the skins over his groin, he was amazed at how the initial bump of his male genitalia flattened out to the shape of a woman's crotch. His beer belly somehow disappeared under the taut abdomen of the skin. While he was sliding his hands into the skin's 'sleeves', he witnessed the live-like material stuck to his chest, as it started to inflate into two generous C cup breasts. His sausage fingers slid into the skins as if there were silky smooth latex gloves. Then his hand and all its fingers shrunk, making them smaller and thinner. His fingernails grew to become nicely manicured. Rocky couldn't resist fondling his new set of breasts with his new female hands. As soon as he touched the nipples, electric shocks coursed through the rest of his body like he had never felt before. It was phenomenal to say the least. He instinctively walked into one of the bedrooms in search of a mirror. Even the way that he walked was noticeably different. He was conscious about how his broadened hips were swaying with each step. It was exactly like how those supermodels perfectly walked on some narrow stage in a fashion show, feeling quite natural to him. The full-length Victorian mirror in the master bedroom reflected a peculiar image of a fine female body with wavy blonde hairs attached to the rubbery head dangling between his new tits, while his manly face was placed incongruously at the top of the incomplete disguise. Rocky quickly pulled the skin's head onto his. Immediately, he felt giddy as flashbacks that he had never seen before flowed into his head. It was like someone's life was summarized before him: He could see a little girl smiling in front of a cake celebrating her birthday, followed by the same girl, cheerleading in her teens, and how she was crowned as Miss Louisiana. Then there were flashbacks of her wedding, the pregnancies, the moment she held her child for the first time and even her memory of cheating on her spouse with her best friend's husband. Once he lifted the lids of his new pair of eyes, the flashbacks were replaced by a sense of imbalance. It lasted barely a minute before he felt accustomed to his new body, as if he was born with it. The former gang leader looked into the mirror and saw a beautiful face framed by locks of wavy natural blonde hair past her shoulders. He proceeded to feel his cheekbone, to caress 'her' face with 'her' dainty fingers. The entry slit at the back of the neck was nowhere to be found. With an evil grin, he spoke to the reflection, "Oh my... I have now become you, Katherine Wilson. I'm actually 42 now despite having such a banging body. Oops, sorry for the inappropriate language... Wow, what a voice! I could become a singer if I wanted to," Still naked, the make-believe Katherine sauntered back into the living area and noticed her make-believe daughters, Olivia and Rachel, were already standing there exploring their own bodies. Dr. Smith and Samuel were each sitting on the recliner and the sofa with their hands stroking their own fully-erect cocks. "Hey guys...I've just become Katherine and those two are my beautiful daughters. Alright girls...while waiting for Daddy and your little brother to return, why not provide these two gentlemen here with a little entertainment," Katherine announced her arrival with a hand busy attending her own soaking wet pussy. She sexily swayed her hips towards Rachel, put a hand on the back of her neck and gave her a passionate French kiss. The mother and daughter had their hands all over each other as Samuel almost came from the incestuous scene unfolding before him. The black fugitive nervously stood up and joined the two blondes in a three person make-out session. Dr. Smith was still seated as he received a blow job from the warm mouth of Olivia Wilson. He knew it was actually Chico Alvez behind that pretty face but he could care less as this was the first time he was experiencing such pleasure for over three years. Since he was thrown into prison, the closest encounter Dr. Kenny Smith had come with women was the memories of his students and his own hand. The dark haired girl now bobbing her head in between his legs actually reminded him of them. When he looked over to the sofa, he saw the mother, who opened the door for him earlier, was riding Samuel's black hips between her creamy white thighs. The contrasting skin colors were so appealing to see as Rachel's small taut body climbed over the prone-positioned Samuel's head. Wet squishing sounds could be heard as a saliva-coated tongue met with Rachel's drenched clit. The younger blonde let out a squeal of delight followed by gasps and moans from all three gorgeous ladies. Their clothes and lingerie were lying all over the place. They were so into the hot steamy orgy sex that they were totally oblivious to the arrival of Mr. Wilson and his son until the father dropped his keys onto the timber floor, obviously shocked. However, their confused state didn't last long as they too were promptly turned into live-skins. After the brief interruption, Dr. Smith and Samuel picked up from where they left off with the girls. It wasn't long before full-on orgasm hit all of them like a chain reaction. Then, the remaining undisguised fugitives quickly donned the live-skins to become a less confused Oliver and Kevin Wilson. The family of five was complete. The bodyjacked 'Wilsons' continued to show their 'affection' for each other for the rest of the day until two real policemen showed up to inquire about some fugitives. What fugitives? ***** "What are you mumbling about, honey?" Dr. Smith spoke in the guise of Mr. Wilson to the person who looked exactly like his new wife, Katherine. "Damn, doc! Do we need that honey lovin' tone even when we're not in the public? Sounds a lil' creepy, doncha think?" Rocky said using his Bronx slang which came out awkward and odd from the mouth of the blonde Southern chick. "Honey, we need to get used to acting as our new selves as much as possible. You need to call me hubby or Oliver all the time. Likewise, I'll be addressing you as Katherine or 'honey' or 'sweetheart' or whatever that such a lovely wife like you deserves. Besides, from the way you let me screw that tight little snatch of yours earlier, I know you like being Katherine." "Okay Oliver, you are right. I'm a very pretty lady with a... let's just say, a nice little body after all. You know how hard I've work to get myself in shape right? So I can't help but having a great time being me," the new Katherine admitted with a giggle. "Anyway, I was thinking about what had happened earlier today and how our fortunes had changed so drastically to be able to escape the death sentence and such a horrible accident. And most importantly, how this AER thing brought us into this wonderful family. So, for the time being, I'll agree with you to keep this miracle gun hidden until the time comes when we either need to use it or dispose of it," Katherine added. In a very ladylike grace, she took her husband's hand, gave him a peck on the cheek and slowly guided the family man into the master bedroom. Even after they had shut their bedroom door, they could still hear the loud squeaks of bed springs and their children's gasping from the other room. "Oh dear me, are they still at it? I sure hope they don't get pregnant from all the love-makings today," Katherine said in a motherly tone before she took off her summer dress to reveal a set of white lacey silk bra and panties underneath. Peeling off the silky inner wears, she wrapped herself in a pink bath robe and said to her still fully clothed husband, "I'm going to take a shower. Do you feel like joining me?" Mr. Wilson hurriedly stripped naked and joined his sexy wife in the adjoining bathroom. He didn't even care that the gorgeous blonde creature who was his wife was actually a 57 year old man in disguise. The CIA Bradley Kingston struggled to open his eyes as the brightness of the hospital ward lights were piercing into his orbitals. His forehead was hurting immensely. To be more precise, his whole body was in tremendous pain. When he finally managed to adjust to the brightness, agent Kingston saw needles in most parts of his body and tubes tangled around him. Medications syringes attached to machines were pushing painkillers and antibiotics through the tubing into his severely injured body. For the initial few moments, he was confused and disoriented. He wasn't sure how did he end up on a hospital bed. How did he hurt himself? Which hospital was he in? What day was it? He knew who he was and the fact that he worked for the CIA. He remembered that he was working on an operation with his partner, agent McCarthy, trying to transport a highly secretive invention by the agency's research wing. He remembered that it was an espionage tool called AER. They were travelling on a soft drink container truck which was actually a camouflaged high tech transportation vehicle. Then, something happened, something that he couldn't recall. And now he was lying here with a neck brace and a huge cast with pins and steels supporting his hanging right leg. He still couldn't feel his left lower limb underneath the hospital sheets. Just when he was looking for his left leg, he was greeted by a doctor accompanied by two agents. Both Agent Fielder and Agent Gregory had spent time before as his partner prior to being promoted as branch directors. When these two had been sent to meet him personally, he knew something very bad must have occurred. Did he screwed up somewhere and he couldn't remember? "Hello Mr Kingston, I'm Dr. Quinn. How are you feeling?" the lab-coat wearing doctor enquired with his little torch light shining into his eyes. "Like crap, I suppose," Kingston replied while looking at the two CIA directors. "I can't remember how I ended up here." "That's pretty normal after an accident like that. The concussion and head injury you suffered must've caused the amnesia you're experiencing." Dr. Quinn explained. "We had to stitch up your scalp to cover the exposed skull. You had multiple fractures over your left arm and right leg," The doctor took a deep breath, showing full sympathy before delivering the worst part of the news, "Mr. Kingston, I'm so sorry that we couldn't save your left leg." At that very moment, Bradley Kingston was absolutely devastated. He had actually feared for the worst when he couldn't feel his amputated limb. The doctor's explanation of how and why his leg was unsalvageable didn't matter to him anymore. He was still thinking about the end of his career after Dr. Quinn had left the room. He might have to consider the job behind a desk after all. Fielder and Gregory were still standing by his bedside. They felt sorry for their former partner, someone who had taught them how to be a good agent. They felt even worse for the fact that they now had to question/interrogate Kingston regarding the AER in spite of such bad timing. "Brad, we're really sorry for what had happened. If there's anything we can do..." "Where's McCarthy? Is she OK?" Kingston asked. "I'm afraid she didn't make it," Gregory said breaking eye contact with Kingston. "Look, Brad... I know this is not a good time and you definitely deserved much better, but we have to know what happened to the AER. There was nothing on the scene except for an empty brief case. Any recollection as to who took it?" Fielder enquired with more urgency. Kingston didn't answer. He was still trying to grasp at the situation. "The officers on the scene heard you shouting about some prisoners before you passed out. Are they the one who took the AER?" Gregory asked, drawing a blank expression from Kingston. That was the cue for them to give him some time to pick himself up from the shock and recover from his amnesia. They left him alone after wishing him well. Kingston was staring at the ceiling. Millions of things were going through his head, but the events of the crash still escaped him. Then he thought, "Did I really see who took it? Why can't I remember?" The Federal Agent It was frustrating to find that the CIA was reluctant to share their information on how two of their agents were in one of the worst train accident since The Great Train Wreck in Nashville. The death toll may not be as high but at this day and age, the loss of at least 21 lives would be deemed unacceptable. The deceased were mostly uniforms and some death row prisoners, seemingly burnt beyond recognition. The only identification method used for now was the clothes and badges. DNA confirmations would take at least a week. Federal agent Frederick Jones had to come down to investigate. The reason for his involvement: A veteran CIA survivor was shouting about some escaped prisoners while he was being rescued from the wreckages. Jones knew on that day, there were supposed to be five prisoners being transported to another facility for their scheduled death sentence. They were on that bus which was one of the vehicles involved in the crash. One of the prisoner in that bus was Robert Wallansky, the gang leader that he had put in prison and subsequently placed on death row for the killing of his partner. He wouldn't be convinced even when the forensics recovered five charred bodies in prison uniforms on the scenes, all because of some delirious person was blurting about some prisoners running away with something. That delirious person was now lying in an ICU bed. He had just woke up from being in a coma for 36 hours, but had yet to recover from the short term memory loss. He saw two gentlemen in black suits walked out from agent Kingston's room and immediately recognized them as Fielder and Gregory. They had met on Route 63 on the day of the accident. Jones found these two CIA directors' unwillingness to disclose certain information rather appalling, even though they were well informed about the possible fugitive situation unfolding. One thing for sure though was the fact that they lost a very important item during the crash. An empty fire- proof brief case was found. The question was: what was inside? The CIA denied that the briefcase belonged to them and refused to divulge any further information. "Agent Jones, I believe we've talked about this before. You're not supposed to be here. Agent Kingston wishes not to be disturbed at this time. The poor guy had just lost his leg," Gregory said to Jones. "Nice meeting you too, Gregory...Fielder. Since the two of you couldn't be much of a help to me, I would like to speak to the only survivor of the accident regarding his claims of prisoners escape." "For goodness sake, didn't they already find the corpses of your prisoners? Besides, we've just spoke to him and he couldn't remember anything," Fielder said. "We can't be sure until the confirmation of the DNA report from the dead bodies. By the way, what were you guys carrying in that truck? I don't want any criminals or murderers getting their hands on some highly dangerous weapon terrorizing innocent people." "Look, Jones. This is none of your god damn business. We've already talked to Morrison and he gave no permission for you to come poking your nose around here. So until the DNA reports say otherwise, your prisoners are dead. I suggest you just turn around and take the next flight back to New York." Jones was ready to give Fielder's face a make-over with his fist, but instead, he just said, "Please send my regards to agent Kingston," before leaving. There's no point in talking to a witness who couldn't remember anything. Until the guy recovered, and the DNA reports are out, there's nothing much he could do now. The Research Lab Upon learning about the missing AER, Professor Eugene Phillips had been immensely worried. He had learnt that the agency was going to set up a team to search for his missing invention. He did have the blueprint to produce an exact copy of the ultimate disguise tool, but it would take at least 6 months to complete. However, his main fear was the possibility of it falling into enemy hands. It would be a disaster if the Russian or the Koreans utilized his invention to destroy his own people. The other part of the worry though, was purely his doing. There were rumors that some prisoners from the bus had escaped after colliding with the train and the AER truck. One of the runaways was Adrian Torres. The first human subject turned into a live-skin to be successfully revived. The CIA had no idea about all the useful information he had shared with the Death Row candidate. If he was indeed the rumored prisoner to have survived the destructive crash and stole his invention, then he would have the knowledge on the proper way to use the AER for his hiding. Professor Phillips would lose the lab and the funding from the agency if they found out. They might even throw his 70-year-old ass into prison for revealing highly confidential information to a criminal. The third problem was his assistant, Sarah Patterson. She was there when the old inventor disclosed the information to his test subject. However, the young assistant promised to keep it from the department seeing that their subject was due for his death sentence anyway. Professor Philips wasn't sure how the latest development would change Sarah's mind about her promise. He quickly brushed it off as the corpses of all five prisoners had been found in the wreckages. The pending DNA test would confirm the bodies' identity by next week. The odds were almost none for them to survive such a horrendous ordeal anyway. The CIA agent who managed to come out of it alive was so wounded that the head injury and blood loss he suffered could have easily caused hallucinations. Professor Phillips breathed a sigh of relief as he stared at the blueprint in front of him. While awaiting the recovery of the AER, he knew he should probably begin building a new and improved version. He might need to use the one he had secretly build at his home's basement laboratory just in case his employer found Mr. Torres alive and turning innocent Americans into live-skins with ease. In actuality, Professor Phillips had already formulated a plan even if the accident didn't happen. The short experience he had in Sarah Patterson's skin only served to remind him of the deficiencies of his own aging one. He had realized he needed a younger body and the young assistant's beautiful figure was his prime candidate. Ms. Patterson, in her usual body-tight business suit skirt, was sitting with her leg cross on the lab computer in front of him. She was busy studying the blueprint as well, looking for ways to improve on the current build. He had always treated her like a granddaughter, but in truth, he was regularly fantasizing what it would be like to be her. What it would be like to be beautiful and smart at the same time. He stared at Sarah with a fiendish grin. Whatever the outcome with the missing AER, there would not be any change in his plan to take over the life of Sarah Patterson. The only difference now was the possibility that he might need to act sooner than originally intended. Suburban Dallas, Texas Rachel Wilson was dipping in the swimming pool while looking at the residence which she had been living since she was nine. That was what Adrian Torres read from the memory available to him from Rachel's live- skin. He had been wearing her for the past two days. The former Death Row inmate couldn't have imagined that he would become a 17 year old high school cheerleader one day. Rachel had slipped on a pink bikini top and bottom while soaking up the water under the pleasant morning sun. The rest of her family was still asleep. Rachel's mom, Katherine had unusually missed her routine daily morning workout. Even last night, the health conscious housewife was drunk while sharing Daddy's secret stash of Cuban cigars with Olivia after their threesome sex in the living area. Technically, it was a threesome as Kevin and Rachel were 'sixty-nine'ing on the carpeted floor at the hallway. Ever since turning the wealthy family into live-skin suits and using them as disguises, the ex-convicts have all been sexually insatiable. This was to be expected as their suppressed needs of love-making for the last two to three years in the confinement of the penitentiary was finally released in the bodies of this well-endowed family. Rachel climbed out of the pool, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her slender body, in exactly the same mannerism as the teenage blonde. She sat down at the pool chair and admired 'her' new body. By now, she was still amazed by the set of breasts on her chest, rising with each breath she took. They were still B-cups but very damn close to generous looking C-cups. They were very perky, defying the laws of gravity as one would expect from girls at this age. Her skin was smooth as silk with the slightest hint of a tan. She felt the urge to touch herself again, not for the first time since becoming Rachel. She looked around to make sure that she was still alone. Her slender left hand started fondling her tits through the bikini, while her right hand went south to lightly stroke her bikini covered pubic mound. The familiar tingling warmth surged through her body as she began masturbating on the beach chair. The fondling turned to tenacious breast groping as her hand slid behind the bikini top to get a better feel of the teenage mamaries. Similarly, her other hand slid underneath the waist band of her bikini bottom in search of her recently acquired womanhood. It wasn't long before her dainty fingers were furiously rubbing her clit and fucking her soaking wet cunt at the same instant. After a few minutes, with a soft squeal, she came in waves as if a dam had burst. Her body jerked randomly as pussy juices overflowed past the two fingers which were still inside. She lay motionless for a while to feel the warmth of a female orgasm. This had always been the hidden desire of Adrian Torres. A while ago, when that scientist Phillips inadvertently explained to him about the AER, he had actually wanted to break off his handcuffs, grab the experimental gun and shoot it at his beautiful assistant, just so he could become her even for a brief moment. But he couldn't find the strength to do it then. Ever since the day of the accident, he somewhat thought everything had changed. Fate had brought the AER to him on a day he was supposed to be electrocuted. Fate had brought them to enjoy the lives of this wealthy family. 'Rachel' withdrew her fingers from her vagina and readjusted the crotch of her bikini. While enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, she pondered upon their decision to cut short their lakeside retreat 24 hours ago. ***** Despite them being cautious by exchanging their prison uniforms with the corpses and throwing them into the burning bus, Dr. Smith, disguised as Oliver Wilson suggested that they end their 'family vacation' prematurely and return to the Wilson's residence in Dallas. His prison accomplice, Rocky, disguised as his beautiful wife, Katherine argued that the police might get suspicious if they departed so suddenly after the incident. According to 'Dad' however, the two police officers' presence at the cabin gave them enough reasons to leave. The unconfirmed information of a group of runaway criminals roaming around the area was sufficient to create fear among any normal families. 'Daddy' would even bet that they wouldn't be the only family leaving early. Without hesitation, the next day the family packed up 'their' belongings and left the lakeside cabin. Suspecting that there might be heavy police presence and road blocks, they took a big risk by hiding the AER in the SUV's trunk. From the visit of the officers, Daddy concluded that whoever invented the gun, would want as few as possible to know about it. The existence of the AER would very likely to be oblivious to the police. The only thing they were looking for were prisoners escaped from the wreckages, which was solely based on a blurry account of a survivor who were probably now suffering from amnesia. With these uncertainties, the authorities wouldn't be looking too seriously at something they weren't sure of: 1) the disguised escapees, and 2) something that they had no knowledge of: the AER. 'Mr. Wilson' was right as they drove passed the road blocks with ease. A few young officers even tried to flirt with the girls during the very brief inspection. Olivia, who was wearing a pink tank top and a veryshort denim skirt purposely parted her thighs a little to reveal her pink panties for the benefit of these fine gentlemen on duty. Katherine even helped her girl out by leaning over the SUV window, revealing her impressive cleavage. "Good morning officers, is everything alright?" Katherine asked innocently. "Good morning Ma'am. It's just a routine check. Leaving so soon from the vacation?" "Yeah, we were a little wary about the rumors going around of some criminals from the accident. Let's hope they'll be caught soon," the attractive mother said. "We sure hope so. You guys have a safe journey home," the officer said, sending them on their way without checking their vehicle. Oliver drove on. All of them breathed a sigh of relief as they made their way to Dallas. Along the road, they did stop at a liquor store to purchase some beers, whiskies and some tobaccos. Two hours later, the Wilsons arrived at the comfort of their spacious ch?teau. Upon entering the residence, Katherine gave their maids a couple of weeks off in order to avoid them from noticing anything odd about their employers. Once they were really alone, the former inmates kicked off a party in celebration of their newfound freedom. Booze began pouring while heavy smoke emanating from cigarettes and cigars filled the house of the nonsmoking family. Finding only organic greens and fresh milk in the fridge, they decided to order pizzas for lunch, something that would never be considered by the real Katherine. The pizza delivery young man was taken by a pleasant surprise when he was greeted by a half-naked drunk lady intimately hugging two younger but equally beautiful girls. Katherine had nothing on, save for a strapless black satin bra and a matching thong. Olivia's body was still covered by the tank top from the morning but her denim skirt was nowhere to be seen, leaving her pink cotton panties fully exposed. Rachel, with her shoulder length blonde hair, wet from the spilling alcohol, had changed into an oversized Dallas Cowboys shirt which had nothing but a pair of purple boyshorts underneath. The lucky delivery guy was given a generous tip and a kiss on the lips by an unusually flirtatious Olivia. He then heard a man's voice from the inside of the house, impatiently telling the girls to bring in the food. After a quick goodbye, the door was shut and the guy left with a big smile on his face. The feast lasted almost an hour before they became fully intoxicated and started groping at each other again. Oliver began playing with his daughter Rachel's tits. The former Adrian Torres couldn't hide his delight when 'her' daddy started licking her sensitive nipples. Electric shocks were coursing through 'her' body. It was pointless now to hide his fondness of being this girl. He might not be as unreserved as Chico Alves in Olivia's skin, but Adrian was getting more and more into the bubbly character of the 17 year old girl. Mom, his former boss, helped him out of Rachel's lacy boyshorts and started kissing her daughter's inner thigh, slowly making her way to Rachel's pussy. 'Mom' tickled the blonde daughter's clitoris with her tongue, sending shockwaves crashing down from head to toes. Rachel could barely open 'her' eyes from all the sensations rushing in at once as Mommy and Daddy's mouth and tongues picked up the pace. She could barely see her 'sister', Olivia leaning over with her knees on the expensive sofa as her 'little brother', Kevin penetrated her from behind. The combination of decibels from the moaning, gasping and grunting were spreading from the living area throughout the huge ch?teau. Clothes were stripped and scattered as the smell of sweat and sex mixed with the scent of tobaccos and liquors. It was something coming straight out of an orgy porn except that this one had a heavy incestuous flavor to it. Bodies grinded against each other as bodily fluids were being shared. They switched positions multiple times before bringing out quite a few orgasms especially from the girls. By sundown, Oliver was the first to pass out. He was quickly followed by Olivia and then, Kevin. Rachel and Katherine were the last two standing as they brought their pussies together by crisscrossing their legs to rub the clits against each other. This classic lesbian act lasted for a good half an hour before bringing out their final yet most memorable orgasm they must've had since stepping into the Wilson residence. Except for Daddy, who was still asleep on the couch, they managed to somehow drag themselves to their own separate rooms to crash the rest of the night. The morning after, 'Rachel' was the first to wake up. Early sun lights were shining through the curtains of an unfamiliar room. The disguised fugitive thought he was still in his prison cell. Only when Rachel's memory hit him did he realize he was in the room of the 17 year girl that he had replaced two days ago. He had a massive hangover from the excessive booze they had washed down last night. They didn't have a proper dinner and the former Adrian Torres should be feeling hungry but he wasn't. It might be due to the fact that his new body was much smaller and lighter, thus needing less food than his old towering 6 foot figure. This should also explain how easily he got drunk after having fewer amounts of booze comparatively speaking. The house was quiet but sounds of birds chirping from the garden outside could be heard. The new Rachel got out from the bed and realized that 'she' was still naked. Some of her clothes must still be lying somewhere down the hallway. Her hair and lovely skin were still smelled of beer and sex. She walked to the window, drawing the pink silk curtain slightly aside to let in the morning sun light. She could also see their private swimming pool from her second floor window and thought that would be a good time to dip in the cool water. She went through 'her' closet for the first time as Rachel. It was huge especially for such a young girl. Pretty dresses were in abundance, and there were a few pieces of cheerleading uniforms. Among 'her' intimate wears, she found a pair of skimpy pink bikini top and bottom in the dresser, different from the one she wore at the lakeside. She casually slid them on and made her way to the private pool. ***** Kevin, with Samuel Johnson underneath, dived in to the water, creating a loud splash that startled Rachel who was day dreaming on the pool chair. The wetness of her swimwear covered body had dried up as she watched her 'little brother' emerge from the water to greet her from the Olympic-sized pool. "Morning 'sis'. Up so early?" 'Rachel' looked towards the bright sky; the sun had risen up high. "Yeah...but it's almost noon now if ya even bother to look up. Where's the rest of the gang?" "Mom's already up and she's preparing breakfast. And Olivia's giving Dad a special wake up session right now as we speak," Kevin said with a smirk. "Mom's making breakfast? I mean... really?" Rachel was a little unconvinced. Besides this was not the usual Katherine they're talking about. "Yeah... She said she wanna try using her memory to cook us something. I guess we'll just have to wait and see," Kevin said before submerging back into the crystal clear water. 'Rachel' shrugged her shoulders knowing the former mafia boss probably hadn't cooked for anyone or even himself before becoming Katherine Wilson. It was going to be interesting to see how the five wanted men would blend into the lives of the upper class society in their new identities. Flashbacks Bradley Kingston was trapped. His legs were caught under a heavy piece of metal slab. Fire was burning around him. Then he saw five strangers walking towards him. All of them were in prison uniform. One of them was carrying a familiar brief case. They were all looking at him and laughing at him. Without saying a word, the five criminals backed off and disappeared from view. "Wait! Stop!" Kingston shouted before realizing he was back in the hospital. "Have you remembered?" Heidi McCarthy asked from the foot of his bed, startling Kingston. The attractive female agent stood there dressed in her usual black business jacket over a white blouse neatly tucked underneath a pair of tight-fitting long black pants. "They told me you had died in the accident. I remembered seeing your lifeless face..." he said, a little confused. That's when she started reaching behind her head with both hands. She was reaching for something underneath her short black hair before her face suddenly became grossly distorted. She was ripping her face off followed by her body and clothes to reveal that the person was actually one of the fugitives he saw at the accident. He looked at Kingston with a smug face. "You're never gonna catch us," the man said in a very deep voice. He proceeded to laugh mockingly at the bedded CIA agent. Kingston almost jumped out of his bed as his shirt was drenched with sweat. He had just woken up from a dream. It was almost like a flash back of the crash. On his fourth day in the hospital, he had gotten accustomed to the surrounding of the ICU. He hurriedly reached for the button beside him and called for a nurse. A few seconds later, a chubby but short lady with a name tag on her chest stating 'ICU Nurse Jamie Sanders' arrived. "Is everything alright, Mr. Kingston?" the nurse asked. "Please get me the phone. I need to call someone!" ***** The clock had just struck past 10 pm. Fielder and Gregory were still getting nowhere with their little task force set up only a day ago to search for the missing AER gun. The special group consist of five other personnel, all of whom were from Fielder's Texas CIA branch. They searched and interviewed people and summer campers in and around the areas of the Route 63 crash site. In truth, they were just hoping the fugitves would think that the gun was just some dysfunctional weapon firing nothing but lights and would just abandon it somewhere in the pine forest. So far, they had no luck finding any abandoned weapon near the summer camps and the lake. Most families had left soon after words of escaped convicts had gotten out. The only clue they had gathered was the account of an elderly couple with really bad eyesight faintly seeing a group of men roaming among the pines behind their log house. But unfortunately for them, this couple couldn't exactly remember whether it was yesterday, three days ago or last week. The doctors had advised them to keep a diary on important daily events. They didn't think what they saw then was important. "Let me make myself clear: No one should know about the AER accept us. Not the FBI. Not the state police. Not anyone. If there's fugitives, we're gonna take them down ourselves. I've taken care of the DNA lab. No matter whose DNA it reported, it won't be those from the prisoners. As far as the public are concerned, those five inmates were killed in the crash. End of story. Our primary objective will be the AER. Once the damn thing has been recovered, everything else would be secondary," Fielder said sternly. As if on cue, his cellphone rang at the end of his sentence. It was from the hospital. Kingston had just recovered from the memory loss and would like to see him and Gregory now. He dismissed the team and left for the hospital. His Invention Ever since his wife became a victim of breast cancer 30 years ago, Professor Phillips had been dedicating his time to research on ways to outsmart the disease. His knowledge on DNA cellular replication and electron physics modification of the biology components gave him something more than a cancer cure, it provided him something more than he could ever imagine. By the time he completed the AER project, he knew the suspension of the aging process could be achieved, just like how it stopped the proliferation of tumor cells. But his works were only half done. There was still a lot left for him to do. That was where Sarah Patterson came in. Soon, he would make a live-skin out of his young assistant. Soon, he will wear her and become the 29-year-old blonde. More importantly, he would be 41 years younger. He won't be feeling the agonizing progress of his rheumatoid arthritis and his failing kidney. His eyesight would be that of Sarah's. He could have chosen a young man but he hadn't found anyone as brilliant as the girl he had recruited from the University 5 years ago. Moreover, he's curious to find out what would a combination of his knowledge and Sarah's intellectual mind could achieve in the future. The brief 'experimentation' without Sarah's consent at the lab only further fueled his interest. Now at the basement of his own residence, the elderly professor couldn't help grinning at the AER gun he had secretly built for his devious little plan. A photo of him taken together with Sarah at the lab was lying beside his invention. Both of them were smiling at the camera. He had a good relationship with the young scientist. She had been an amazing person and treated him with a lot of respect. On the other hand, the old scientist thought there was still a lot to be achieved in the name of science and he would need Sarah's youth for his dream to be carried forward. He put the cover back over the AER gun and brought the photo with him to his bedroom. For now, something needed to be done with his raging hard-on. The Hospital Both Fielder and Gregory sort of anticipated the worst as they listened to the reenactment of the accident by Agent Kingston. The injured agent was convinced he saw five men and even witnessed them changing their prison uniforms with the dead officers. "...and they have the AER with them," Kingston finished. "This is fucking great. Now we have to deal with five lunatics on the run," Gregory said "Well, I think they would still be clueless about the whole thing. The technology is too advanced for them. Our worry now is to recover it. We'll just have to find and eliminate them in the process. No one else should know about this, do I make myself clear, agent Kingston?" Fielder said. Kingston just nodded. ***** Federal agent Frederick Jones had to clear all his remaining leaves just to stay close to Kingston. He told his boss, Tim Morrison that he would be visiting some ill relative in Australia. That would save him from the old man's constant badger. When he saw the two agents' late night visit, he knew Kingston must have remembered something. It had been hours since they left. The guard Fielder posted at the ICU door had fell asleep. He entered the room and found Kingston sleeping as well. "Kingston..." whispered Jones, trying to arouse the resting patient. Kingston slowly opened his eyes but struggled to see the FBI in the dimly lit room. "Who are you? Why're you here?" "I'm Jones with the FBI," the dark figure explained by pulling out his ID and shining it with a mini torch light. The patient squinted but he could still read it clearly. "What do you want?" "I just need to know whether the prisoners are still alive. Did you see them?" There was an obvious pause before Kingston said "I didn't see anyone." "Then why were you yelling about it at the crash site?" "Look pal, I was severely injured and lost lots of blood on that unfortunate day. The doctor told me that I was hallucinating. I lost a leg and thought I saw my dead partner last night. So, please give me a break, would ya?" Kingston said. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know exactly what it's like to lose a colleague. I lost my own partner three years ago to two of the prisoners on that bus. I'm gonna let you rest but if you feel like talking, just give me a call," Jones left his namecard on the side table and left. The slight hesitation in Kingston's conscience was enough to tell him that his man, Robert Wallansky might still be alive. He had a bad feeling that the CIA might have somehow influenced the DNA result to cover up whatever nasty thing they're up to. Whatever it was, it's none of his concern. All he cared about now was to find the bastard who had murdered his partner. The Good Wife Katherine politely sneezed in the middle of her phone conversation with Claire Pearson, her neighbor and good friend who was currently away on holiday in London. "Someone must have been talking about me," giggled the housewife. "Don't forget to give me a call when you get back. We still have much to discuss regarding the Dallas Fund Raiser. Yeah, I know right? Anyway, have fun! Ok, bye." She continued grocery shopping, using her memory to figure out what she'd cook for the family since the maids wouldn't be around until next week. Even if the helpers were to be available, the 'usual' Katherine would still get herself involved in most of the cooking in the house. The ingredients had to be fresh, organic and healthy. But beneath those flawless skins and perfect teeth, Rocky was grumbling about it. The former 'him' wouldn't have gone through all the trouble just to prepare a meal for himself, much less for someone else. The New York street foods and greasy hot-dogs used to be his main source of nutrition. Right now though, he needed to make himself act as 'Katherine' as possible to avoid unnecessary suspicions. Even though the local news had been reporting about them being dead in the accident according to the latest DNA reports this morning, the five fugitives currently posing as the Wilsons agreed that whoever made that AER gun would still want it back. So despite the five them having been announced as 'deceased', they were still technically targets. 'Katherine' pushed her shopping cart towards a cashier, satisfied with her purchases. While walking to her Mercedes Benz, a small part of Rocky thought: maybe, this could be the life for him. Feeling the snugness of her intimate wear under her knee length dress and the material of 'her' lacy bra holding on tightly to her bosom, she felt really comfortable being Katherine Wilson. Rocky was getting tired of the same-old same-old craze and madness filled life of a gang-leader anyway. Besides, he didn't think Kozak, his treacherous little brother, would welcome him back with open arms. In fact, Kozak could be celebrating with a bottle of champagne somewhere in the Big Apple after this morning's news. 'Katherine' started her car and drove out of the supermarket. She cleared her mind and thought about what to cook for her husband and children later. It was getting easier for him to recall the live-skin's memory with each passing day. He wasn't sure if the live-skin's personality would slowly take over his but Alves seems to be able to maintain his sexual appetite over Olivia's more reserved persona. The kid has been told to tone down his own 'charisma' to avoid any unwanted attention. He wasn't sure about Adrian though. In Rachel's body, he seemed to be coming out of his shell and enjoying himself. The former silent assassin had to be the most changed person of the five. Rocky had only known Smith and Johnson for three years, but they remained generally the same. It would be unfair however, to compare to the latter two because it wasn't as far of a jump for them to become another person from the same gender. That was the reason why Dr. Smith suggested changes of skin in the future to find out how much influence the live-skin has over its wearer. Samuel had been bugging the three girls to change with his dull Kevin skin for the past few days anyway. "I guess we'll have to lay out a time table on who becomes who in the future," 'Katherine' thought as she drove pass the auto gate of the Wilson's ch?teau. Rocky secretly hoped he would be able to keep Mrs. Wilson's live-skin despite his disapproval of her very different lifestyles. After neatly parking her car in the garage, Katherine carried the two recycled bags of healthy ingredients out of the trunk and gracefully walked to the mahogany door. Mr. Wilson was waiting as he opened the door for his 'wife'. "Oh, you're up," Katherine said, handing some of the groceries to her husband before entering. The cool air conditioning in the house felt really good in the heat of the summer. "Yeah, the house's very comfortable and our daughters were very...accommodating," the husband said with a smirk. "Even Adri... I mean Rachel?" "Not as willing as Olivia but yes, even Rachel. She had just let me fuck her in the ass this morning." "Are you sure it wasn't Samuel in her? Maybe they've just changed skins." "Nope, I'm pretty sure it was Adrian. Though both he and Samuel are similarly quiet people from my experience as a psychologist for many years, I can still detect the killer's intent in Rachel's eyes. Samuel's on the other hand is just dreamy," Oliver said confidently. "Okay. You're the expert. I'm going to be making something healthy for lunch, so you guys better get familiar with foods like these from now on," the wife said as she started preparing the ingredients. "I know we're supposed to act like a real Wilson, but I sensed that you actually cherished the role since day one. It's either that or the live-skin's taking control over your real self," Oliver said while sneaking behind his wife and holding her slender waist, her firm derriere rubbing against his manhood. "I supposed you won't believe me if I told you that when I was the ruthless mafia boss, I've secretly dreamt of being like this someday. Being a woman, someone's woman while living a peaceful life," Katherine admitted. "No way. You're not being serious, are you?" The husband said in disbelief. "See, it's hard to believe isn't it? But it's the truth. The truth about me that I've got no guts to tell anyone else. Since I was a little kid growing up in a poor family, I thought about it, a lot. My parents had just migrated from Russia before giving birth to me. They were a conservative bunch. My father was an egoistic bastard who abused my mother. I tried to outgrow my feminine self and prove my father wrong, that I'm a better man than he ever was. So that was the start of my journey of becoming the most feared gang leader in America. I picked up kids from the streets who shared a similar childhood like mine. Adrian was one of them," Katherine explained without realizing the blushing on her cheeks. Tears began forming in her eyes. She carried on washing the vegetables. Oliver held her closer, his head resting on her shoulder; he kissed her neck and whispered into her ear. "Rocky, it's really nothing to be ashamed of. There are many men like you out there but very few of them have what you have right now. You have achieved your dream. You can live as whoever you wish for as long as you want. I think you're going to become the most wonderful wife and mother." Katherine turned around to face her husband, looked him in the eyes and proceeded to kiss him on the lips. The kissing become more passionate as their tongues locked together in knots. Oliver's right hand grabbed on his wife's behind while his left was moving towards her right breast, feeling the lacy bra material through her blouse. Katherine was fumbling a little with her manicured fingers but managed to unbuckle and unzip her husband's trousers. Oliver's hard-on was straining against the elastic band of the boxer before being duly released by Katherine. She knelt down to be on eye level with her husband's engorged cock, noticing a droplet of pre-cum forming at its tip. Katherine used her tongue to touch it and withdrew slightly to briefly form a bridge made out of saliva and semen. Then, she swiftly wrapped her lipstick coated lips around her husband's fully erected member. Her left hand was stroking his shaft slowly, in rhythm with the movement of her mouth. At the same time, her right hand was rubbing her clit through the silky fabric of her panties. After an adequate lubrication with a mixture of Katherine's saliva and her husband's pre- cum, she withdrew her lips from the 7" wet erection, stood up and returned back to locking lips with Oliver. Oliver continued tasting his own cock through Katherine's mouth while holding her waist with both hands and lifted her onto the kitchen counter top. The wife hiked up her skirt and parted her legs to reveal a moistened panty crotch. Oliver pushed the silk panty crotch to the side before pushing the head of his cock into Katherine. Katherine gasped. Even after being a woman for a week, the experience still felt new to Rocky. Oliver gradually increased the pace of his thrusting. His wife's left hand was resting on his shoulder. Her right hand was supporting herself on the counter top. Oliver ripped the blouse apart exposing his wife's bra cladded mammary glands as he continued to fuck her. She realized that the old Katherine hadn't been much of a wife towards her husband. Despite her caring attitude, they hadn't had sex for almost a year. Oliver had always been away working. Katherine, on the other hand, had been sleeping with her yoga instructor for the past couple of years. Their relationship had been deteriorating under the surface prior to that fateful day at the lakeside cabin. So, Katherine wasn't surprised to find Oliver's strong urge to release that sexual tension again, so soon after his morning workout with his 'daughters'. In no time, Oliver's grunts were getting louder. His body stiffened, his hip buckled as the thrusting movement came to a halt. "I'm coming! Fuck, fuck, I'm fucking...coming!!" Oliver grunted. His hips buckled. Shortly after, he unleashed loads after loads of warm cum inside his gasping wife who almost instantly experiencing her own orgasm. Both of them collapsed on the kitchen top. "Wow, the amount of cum you released inside of me was quite impressive, taking into consideration the morning wake up session you had with our daughters," Katherine said. "You do realize that you're partly to be blamed for it, don't you. I mean the cold shoulder you gave me especially when we're in bed together for the last couple of years. By the way, this guy's recently found out about your affair with the yoga instructor but has yet to confront you about it. I've got to admire his love for the unfaithful wife," 'Oliver' admitted. Bit by bit, the husband's cock became flaccid and slowly drooped out of Katherine's battered vagina, followed by the overflowing cum-loads. Oliver helped the lady off the kitchen top. She reached for a roll of disposable kitchen towel nearby and cleaned her wet pussy before readjusting the crotch of her panties. Once she has straightened up her dresses, she picked up the blouse from the floor and headed upstairs to clean up. Oliver, who remained naked from the waist down, announced that he would go and try out the pool. In no time, Katherine was back in the kitchen after changing into something more comfortable and resumed making lunch. By noon, 'her kids' were all up and out of their bedrooms, all casually dressed. For the first time in days, none of them were naked while sitting on the table together. Mr. Wilson sat at his usual seat at the table's end, insisted that they say 'grace' before their first home cooked meal. No one could spot anything wrong with the family. Not unless you could find an odd looking gun hidden at the basement of the house. Conscience Ten days after the accident, Kingston had just been transferred out of the ICU to a normal ward. The needles and tubes channeling medications into his body were gradually being removed, indicating the progress of his recovery. He had attended his first physiotherapy that morning to get him accustomed to the new prosthetic leg. He was actually doing quite well with it, being able to briefly support his own body without any help. The determination to recover the AER had pushed his own recovery progress further. When Fielder told him about their failure to make any progress thus far, he was frustrated with himself for not being able to help. The federal agent who sneaked into his room a few days ago immediately came to mind. He would know the fugitives better than them. If they were to have any chance to regain the AER, they were going to need the FBI agent's help. Kingston pulled out the name card from his bedside drawer. He did a little background check on the agent. Frederick Jones was responsible for the arrests of Robert Wallansky and Adrian Torres 3 years ago. Similar to him, Jones was a veteran agent with no close family while keeping himself away from any serious relationships. The federal agent had dedicated his life in keeping guys like Wallansky off the street. When his longtime partner and only friend, agent Kyle Robinson, was executed by the mob leader, Jones managed to gather enough evidence to send Wallansky and his henchman Torres to prison. Kingston felt that he owed it to his recently decea