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Escape Ch.10 Yes. I've finally managed to finish this chapter after such a long break. And it was one of the longest chapters I've written so far. Please accept my apologies for that and especially for the lengthy delay. No matter what changes I've experienced in real life, your feedbacks and kind comments kept me doing what I've learnt to love - writing. For that, I'll always be grateful to you readers out there. Thank you and do leave a comment or two to let me know what you think about the latest chapter. Recap 1. A major accident involving a bus carrying five death-row prisoners, a truck containing a secret CIA project and a derailed cargo train leaving most of the passengers and a train-track conductor dead. 2. Veteran CIA agent Bradley Kingston survived without his left leg and his partner Agent McCarthy. 3. Even more unfortunate for him was the fact that all of the death-row prisoners, supposedly heading for their execution, survived as well. They took the AER gun with them before disappearing into the wood in front of the helpless agent's eyes. 4. The runaways, led by a former mafia boss Rocky Wallansky, ran into a wealthy family - the Wilsons, who was spending their summer vacation at their secluded Lake side cabin. 5. The fugitives put the AER to good use by turning each and everyone of the family members into live-skins before assuming their identity. 6. The group of criminals got passed the roadblocks without much trouble with their disguise as they made it safely to the suburb in Dallas where their new identities owned a ch?teau. 7. The CIA was desperate to cover their tracks while the fugitives enjoyed their new life with the help of the AER inventor Professor Phillips who was trying to cover his mistake. 8. FBI Agent Frederick Jones was ahead of the pack when he was the first to locate the escapees only to be outwit by the escapees before being turned into an irreversible live-skins just like the Wilsons. 9. By now, the Wilsons' neighbor and family friend Claire Pearson had also been turned into an irreversible live-skins after stumbling upon the fugitives' secret. One of the prisoners, Samuel Johnson ditched his boring 15 year-old Kevin-disguise as he gladly became the new Claire. 10. The CIA pursuit cooled when they had recovered the reversible AER gun planted by the professor who was getting comfortable assuming the identity of his beautiful lab assistant Ms. Sarah Patterson. 11. While the professor continued to make improvements to the AER, the former escapees overcame the obstacles from the mafia, bringing home Shannon Parker live-skin as a souvenir in the process. 12. As the Wilsons made adjustments to their household, Professor Phillips tested his AER's cloning ability on a new lab recruit, 24 year- old Gothic chick Ellie Porter. 13. Just when the former fugitives thought they had cleared all of the challenges coming their way, the CIA returned to haunt them with two of their best undercover agents and their nano-suits who disguised themselves as Karen Kim and her 6 year-old daughter. 14. Even with the professor's warning, the CIA was still having the advantage as the group of escapees in-hiding had no clue where would the agency be coming from this time around. 15. After capturing Samuel Johnson/ Claire Pearson, one of the agents had the opportunity to pass himself as one of the fugitives. Will the fugitives survive the latest waves of onslaught from Agent Kingston and company? Or... Will the veteran CIA agent finally be putting it all to rest, once and for all? The Clones Sitting in front of Sarah Patterson's desk on one of those tall laboratory stools, the clone of Professor Eugene Phillips was reading, through Sarah's perfectly clear eyes, an official letter from the director of the Central Intelligence Agency. Sarah's tight brown executive suit and a matching knee-length pencil skirt were hugging the clone's stolen 29 year-old's body. Each and every movement he made his Sarah-crotch twitched as the fabrics of his stolen attire brushed against his silky smooth stolen skin. The 70 year-old professor's clone uncrossed his long legs under the desk once belonged to the original Ms. Patterson, before crossing them back, this time with the left over the right. He reveled in the sensation of the nylons brushing against each other on his flawless skin. He was conscious of Sarah's white-laced bra holding his ample Sarah-breasts and the matching laced boyshorts he had picked this morning from Sarah's dresser as it moistened underneath the restrictive skirt. It had almost been a week since the original body of Professor Phillips, the inventor of the AER technology, travelled to Dallas while donning the live-skin of Ellie Porter - the 24 year-old hacker chick recently recruited by the agency to implement unhackable security into the AER gun. The false Sarah lifted her gaze from the letter and looked through the soundproof glass divider at Ms. Porter who was discussing matters with two of her colleagues. It's been 4 days since she had returned from the Northern city. Ellie had told the make-believe Sarah that Professor Phillips's original body had now resided in the body of Rachel Wilson's friend - a beautiful 17 year-old black chick. Needless to say, the one inside of Ellie was another one of the Professor's clones. That night in Sarah's apartment, the two of ladies had their customary lesbian love- making. The affair had been going on behind the scene for the last few days now since Sarah's surgeon boyfriend's trip to LA for his seminar. The replica of the elderly inventor had been enjoying life as the new Sarah Patterson thus far. The peculiar thing about it was he couldn't actually tell whatsoever that he was a clone, a copy of Professor Phillips's personality taking control of another human being. He felt that he was the professor himself all along, disguising as his lovely laboratory assistant. When he had woke up inside of Sarah after her empty live-skin was being shot by the improved AER gun, the clone felt as if he was the professor's main body who had yet to leave the live- skin of Ms. Patterson. It would certainly need a lot of getting-use-to seeing his real body coming out of another girl's skinsuit before talking to him inside of Sarah as if the clone was a different person. The official letter he was now holding with his feminine hand brought the clone back into perspective. Earlier, the phony Ms. Patterson had received a call from the director, Jim Frisk, ordering for the AER to be packed up as a team of agents would be picking it up for an important mission. The details were classified but it was urgent enough for the CIA boss to risk the technology without a proper tracking chip being installed. Ellie's team wasn't given enough time to come up with a security system for the disguise tool. Frisk understood the current lead scientist's concern but he was willing to take responsibility for the security of the technology. After all, the safety of the nation had always been his utmost priority. The official letter was later sent to Ms. Patterson with an unprecedented authority from Frisk. It was not a request. It was an order. The fake Sarah had no other option but to consult with the other supposedly clone in Ellie. Picking up the receiver of the phone on her desk, 'she' dialed the intercom connecting to Ms. Porter's station. On the third tone, 'she' saw the Gothic girl picked up her end of the receiver. "Oh hi Ms. Porter. This is Sarah," Ellie threw a glance at the attractive blonde scientist through the glass wall. "Can you please come to my lab now? I have an urgent matter to discuss with you." "Whatever..." the phony Ms. Porter answered in her usual melancholic tone before hanging up. 'Sarah' could only smile at that response as she knew the other clone in Ellie was just putting on an act. 'She' watched as the computer prodigy left her table, passing over some gadgets to Rick and Rupert before making her way to the lab. 'Sarah' entered her security pin number to unlock the lab door even before 'Ellie' started knocking. Once the door was securely shut behind them, 'Sarah' activated the blinds on all of the soundproof divider so that they would have their privacy. The make- believe Ellie's attitude changed drastically as she leapt into Sarah's arm before making out with the project leader. Their hands were all over each other as they were French kissing without any inhibition. If Rick and Rupert had caught a glimpse of the girl-on-girl passion, they would probably have come in their pants right there and then. Breaking away of from the kiss, 'Sarah' said: "We'll continue this later. I have something for you to have your take on." The blonde scientist showed Ellie the letter from the CIA director, "What do you think?" After reading its content, 'Ellie' looked up at her boss, "You know what I think... We're supposed to have the same mind." "So, you think this is suspicious too?" "I'll try to have a look into their system once more to see what I can find," the fake Ellie offered. "Good idea. Let me in on the first thing you find. I'm not gonna take the risk of contacting our main body without anything solid to report." Dallas Problems Katherine Wilson was cursing the pharmacist who sold her the pills which was supposed to keep her pregnancy symptoms in check. Instead, the medicine which she had shared with her daughter, Rachel, did a lot more than that. The bleeding she was having since morning, indicated that she had been mistakenly given the medicine that would and already had terminated her pregnancy. The mother and daughter were both having the same 'problem'. Rachel was a lot more cheerful than mom as they walked out of the Gynecologist clinic. "What are you fretting about, mom? Didn't that just save us the trouble of going to some illegal clinic downtown?" the former Chico Alves said with Rachel's sweet voice. "I was beginning to think about keeping it... you know, the baby. I wanna know what it's like to... be pregnant and give birth," the former Rocky Wallansky said, not believing that he had just let his personal thought slipped out of his pretty lips. The phony daughter could only laugh at her 'mom's remark while Rocky could feel his Katherine-face blushed. 'Rachel' was still giggling, almost uncontrollably, as they reached their black limo. The engine was still running as the family chauffeur was standing by to open the passenger's door for the two gorgeous ladies. Once they were inside, Katherine immediately pressed a button on the console to lift up the soundproof divider between the driver and the patrons. "I was also pissed that we're gonna have to practice abstinence for the next 3 to 4 days..." 'Katherine' said, rather sternly. The thought of not having 'her' stolen 17 year-old pussy screwed for the next four days did enough to finally cease Rachel's laughter. If Rachel's live-skin was to be taken off, her biological process would be stuck at the point when she was discarded. Someone's going to have to ride out the menstrual process. His fellow mobster, Adrian Torres came to mind. Chico could return to being Olivia while Adrian could take his place in school as Rachel. "Well, at least you still have Shannon's cunt to be screwed around," 'Rachel' said. "And you think daddy's gonna put on mommy until her bleeding stops?" the mother impostor asked with a dose of sarcasm. "You'll never know, mom... You'll never know... " the blonde daughter said, hinting on Dr. Smith growing fascination of overcoming the gender taboo. 'Katherine' didn't respond to that comment. Rather, she was just leaning forward to kiss her daughter on the lips. 'Rachel' accepted it with an open mouth and a probing tongue as her hands began to roam around mom's elegantly dressed body. The visit to the gynecology clinic and their vaginal shedding required both of them to put on dresses. Heck, it's not like they had been wearing pants or shorts that frequently anyway. The former Chico traced his delicate Rachel-hand along Katherine's long legs before noticing her mom's movement to uncross her legs to allow full access for her daughter. The mother impersonator was groping at her daughter's well-developed breasts through her yellow blouse and the bra underneath before moving down to grab at Rachel's firm derri?re. The younger blonde too was shifting her knee apart indicating where she wanted her mom's hand to be next. The teenager was expertly teasing 'Katherine' by stimulating the mother's inner thigh with her dainty fingers. 'She' pulled away each time when her manicured digits were nearing mommy's crotch. 'She' felt Katherine's motherly hand returning the favor as her soft touches were making the teenage blonde's pussy twitched. When they had finally gave in to the temptation, the mother and daughter buried their feminine hands into each other crotch - only to feel the tampons underneath each other's panties. "Eeeuuwww...!" they both cried, almost in sync. The former mafia boss and his former underling had forgotten all about their accidental abortion and menstruation. Those bloody sanitary pads (pun intended) were the reminder of what they had to endure and that had totally changed the mood. The incestuous endeavor did not progress any further as the two ladies straightened up their attire before sitting back as the limousine steered out of the city and towards the suburbs. CIA Laboratory It was kind of difficult to perform such magnitude of hacking without being noticed by Rick and Rupert who were no less of a computer whiz themselves. As the leader of her small team, Ellie had managed to divert her other two team members on an out-of-lab tasks to gather some microchips and capacitors from a RadioShack outlet in the city. They could have put down their needs on paper and the CIA administration would have sent down the stuffs, but due to the urgency of the director's sudden demand for the AER, she needed her other two team members to hustle. While they were gone, she had managed to infiltrate the CIA's database. With the powerhouse of her own laptop and the laboratory's high-speed but secured line, the fake Ellie was able to uncover quite a lot of the agency's dwellings. Most of them were highly confidential materials. However, what 'Ellie' was looking for was the progress of their Dallas operation. There was no new update or report since the last time she had checked and that was during its initiation. It only appeared to her that the CIA's investigation in the suburbs had yielded nothing thus far. The professor's clone felt even more relief when he found red marked log dated yesterday. It stated the capture of the daughter of a high-ranking member in the al-Qaeda and the possible usage of a new disguise technology. The apprehension was not reported anywhere else and it was to be kept silent until the suspect's daughter was turned into a live- skin and put on by an agent prior to her insertion. 'Ellie' disconnected and clean up traces of her intrusion into the CIA database before sauntering back to the phony Sarah's laboratory. By then, Rick and Rupert had just made it back with the electronic components as Ellie knocked on the lab's bulletproof door. 'Sarah' duly let her in. "The request by the director seemed legitimate enough. They caught the daughter of a terrorist mastermind in Spain and the guys upstairs are eager to try out the AER. Besides, there didn't seem to be any progress in sight on their probe into the Wilsons," Ellie reported. "I guess we've made it in time to warn the fugitives," Sarah said in obvious relief. "I'm still going to install a simple tracking device though..." Ellie said. "Yeah... There's certainly no harm in doing that," Sarah agreed. CIA Headquarter, Langley In all his experience in the world's most notorious intelligence agency, 51 year-old Jim Frisk had rarely had to question his own decision- making. He had seen a lot of extraordinary stuffs in his 30 years of service and some of them were really nasty. Deaths and sacrifices were almost prerequisite in order to repel the threats from the enemy and to preserve the peace in the home front. But the AER situation was by far the most complicated he had ever come across as the director. It's an unfortunate scenario of a brilliant invention backfired against the CIA while someone among themselves were part of it. Frisk felt like 1989's Operation Tinkerman all over again where someone in the agency had been leaking vital homeland security details to the KGB. They had to literally turn the whole department upside down just to find the Russian mole. At the time, the integrity of the CIA was in serious jeopardy. Frisk certainly hoped that it would not have to come to that this time around. He desperately needed to find out who among the agency's science and research wing had been helping the fugitives in-hiding and why. He agreed with agent Kingston that the sudden retirement and disappearance of Professor Phillips was more likely than not, tie to the whole fiasco. Despite the AER inventor's plead of leaving him alone, Frisk's men had been actively looking for the elderly man for the past week since the initiation of their secret operation in Dallas. It was also Agent Kingston's proposal that they keep a watchful eye on Sarah Patterson since she was probably the last person to have seen the professor. The 29 year-old blonde's relationship with a new CIA lab member, Ellie Porter added further suspicions to their investigation. Looking into both of Ms. Patterson and Ms. Porter's backgrounds, there were no indication that they knew each other prior to the 24 year-old computer hacker's assignment to the research lab. And yet, she was spotted to be spending quite a number of nights at Patterson's apartment by the men who were tasked to monitor the former professor's assistant. It could have just been an ordinary affair where Patterson cheated on her boyfriend with a rookie lab member. Besides, swinging both ways seemed to be quite common these days. However, Ms. Porter's recent trip to Dallas definitely triggered their curiosity. They would have solved the puzzle if she had travelled straight to the Wilsons place of residence; but instead, Porter was seen dropping in at a prestigious school in Dallas. Frisk's agent wasn't sure who she was there to meet but their intels revealed that Rachel Wilson was one of the students there. Porter left 45 minutes later and drove straight back south. Even without any solid evidence, the CIA director felt that they were looking into the right direction. Sarah Patterson, for now, was their prime suspect in helping the prison escapees covered up their current location. But the question remained - why? What was her motive? She had somehow managed to convince Ellie Porter, someone she had barely knew a few weeks ago to assist her in her course. Not wanting to underestimate Ms. Porter's ability, Frisk was vigilant enough to submit a verbal order for Kingston to stop his supposedly compulsory progress report logging into the CIA database. The reports would have to be handed-in through the old fashion way in papers. Presumably if Porter had indeed hacked into the agency's database, that would probably be how she had discovered their continuing probes into the Wilsons. That should also explain her peculiar trip to Dallas - to warn the fugitives. But still, why would she go all the way to help Patterson and the former death row inmates. To the CIA's knowledge and despite her rebellious appearance, Porter too had no prior connection to any of the criminals. Frisk swiveled his chair behind his desk as he held the latest reports from Kingston. Coupled with the early morning phone conversation with the agent, he knew the answers would arrive soon. They already had someone in custody whom they were convinced was one of the runaways in disguise. Now all that needed was the AER gun they had recovered to prove it. To have the ultimate disguise tool handed over by Ms. Patterson without alarming the enemy was no easy matter. Apart from halting the daily reporting from getting online, Frisk used his authority to make up a story of an opportunity to cripple the Middle East terrorist network with the capture of Farihah Aziz in Europe. It was a difficult decision for the CIA director since creating such a lie and submitting it into the database would alter the course of action for all CIA agents currently stationed around the world. He could save the explaining for later but Frisk knew he had to make the call as the window of opportunity was closing down on them in double-quick time. As for now, he had pinned his hopes on Kingston to capture the fugitives and from there, the agency would have their answers. CIA Safehouse, Dallas. The former Samuel Johnson woke up with a splitting headache. Confused of what had happened and where he currently was, the former rapist and murderer lifted his head to survey his surroundings. His head felt heavy but he could feel Claire's raven black hair brushing against his face and ears as he slowly turned his head. Samuel then realized that he was still 'wearing' Claire Pearson, the wife of a wealthy Airline owner, when 'she' visited Karen Kim who had recently moved into the neighborhood. The last thing 'she' could vaguely recall was her eagerly anticipated tour to the attractive Korean lady's closet. And now, she was being tied up to a chair in a pitch-black dark room. The false Claire could feel some kind of bathrobe covering her slender body. What happened to the clothes which she had worn to Karen's mansion? 'She' couldn't sense any discomfort between 'her' legs. At least whoever responsible for 'her' kidnapping did not violate 'her'. The Samuel Johnson underneath wondered if he would have the self-restraint if he had found someone as lovely as Claire in 'her' current position. "So... You're awake..." a voice from the darkest corner of the room startled 'Claire'. "We know who you really are. And you're not Claire Pearson. You're just wearing her live-skin." The former Samuel was dumbfounded. Who are these people? How did they know about the live-skins? He decided to continue with character and play dumb. "What are you talking about?! Who the hell are you?! Where are you keeping me?!" the phony Mrs. Pearson cried out in a state of panic. "Your real identity is Samuel Johnson. Age 36. A former employee of a bank in Illinois as a loan officer. Convicted of rape and murder in 2007. You were sentenced to death 4 years later. Originally scheduled for death by electrocution in the Texas Penitentiary but got involved with a massive accident on Route 63 where the prisoners transportation collided with a derailed cargo train. You survived the crash and escaped with 4 other fellow death row inmates. By some tough luck, you found the AER among the wreckages before running into the woods and turned an innocent Dallas family into live-skins. They have conveniently become your disguise ever since until the unfortunate Claire Pearson; the family's neighbor stumbled upon your secret. So, she too, was converted into the disguise that you're now donning," the unknown captor completed smoothly in one long breath. Samuel had no idea how the man knew so much about him. He wasn't sure how could anyone see through his Claire-disguise or knew so much about the AER and the live-skins. Then he remembered Torres's account of the whole thing being some sort of a project by the CIA. The visit by Ms. Patterson at the Wilsons which further warned that the CIA would spare no effort to get the AER gun back. That was the reason they had exchanged the one in their possession with the irreversible version provided by the lovely lady so that the intelligence agency would stop looking for them once they had recovered the finalized prototype. By then, Samuel came to a conclusion that the guy interrogating him was probably working for the CIA. The question remained: Why are they still being chased? The former African American decided to carry with his Claire impersonation. This guy could just be testing him. "Why are you telling me all this? Are you crazy or something? If you want money, my husband can pay you however much you need. Just call him, please... Let me go..." 'Claire' pleaded. The anonymous guy didn't respond. Instead, 'Claire' could hear some rustling sounds followed by some electronic device clicking and a 21" television being switched on. With the lights from the TV, the impostor could make out the silhouette of 'her' abductor. Still, 'she' couldn't see his face as he had got his back turned towards her. He seemed to want her to look at some kind of recording. When the initial blue screen was replaced by a video image, 'Claire' was shell shocked - for the second time in such a short duration. 'She' was being shown the recording of a 'her' bedroom from an apparently well hidden camera. 'Claire' could clearly see the time-stamp at the bottom. It was recorded 2 days before 'her' visit to Karen's place. The time stated was 10:45 in the morning. As 'she' was desperately trying to recall what she was doing then, a video image of herself sauntered into the room with a few articles of lingerie in her hand. The fake Claire didn't have to remember as the video documented everything she was doing during that beautiful day - the day that Emily, her 13 year-old daughter was off to school and 'she' was getting curious about the junior high-schooler's inner wear. After spending sometime in Emily's room and going through her closet and dresser, the former Samuel handpicked some of Emily's cotton briefs before bringing them back to the master bedroom. If she had stayed in her daughter's room, this peculiar hobby of hers would not have been recorded. The mother pretender felt embarrassed looking at her video self stripping down naked and sniffing on Emily's panties on the luxurious bed. The feeling of shame quickly evaporated as all 'she' could see was a smoking hot mother pleasuring herself with her daughter's panties. The abductee gradually became aroused by the rolling video of 'Claire' groping at her own breast with her left hand while she moved the polka- dots underwear from her nose down towards her nether region. The former Samuel remembered how good the softness of the cotton material felt as they brushed against his stolen-clit. 'Claire' could see her video image moaned as electric-like sensations shot through 'her' naked body as 'she' sunk deeper into self-indulgence on the king size bed. 'Her' video image's left hand was fondling and pinching at her nipple before it switched from one mammary to the other. The tied-up brunette could see her video self twisted and turned as she recalled the smoothness of the expensive silk linen on her back. If they were trying to prove that 'she' was a fake, what the hidden camera had captured thus far failed to prove anything. Yes, it was definitely a creepy behavior of a lonely mother masturbating to the lingerie of her 13 year-old daughter. But it was nothing more than just an unusual fetish. Something that 'Claire' should otherwise be ashamed of. Nothing else. Well, that was until 'her' captor pressed a button on the remote to unmute the recording. It had been playing without sounds all the while and now, the impostor could clearly listen to her video-self's blathering. That was when the panic set in. The previously 36 year-old African American had developed a habit of talking about his old self whenever he was pleasuring his Claire-body in privacy. In the height of ecstasy, 'Claire' loved to jabber about the comparison of her current physicality to her former unsightly self. "Oh yeahhhh... Hmmmm... Being this sexy white chick is so much better than living the shitty life of a boring loan officer.... Ooooohhhh... I've never thought... the body of a woman... a white gorgeous woman... could be so... fucking sensitive... It's so much... better... huhhhhnnn... than my old piece of fat meat... And I'm playin' wit this bitch's daughter... Emily's panties... Fuck! Oh Emily... If you're old enough... or there's another copy of me... I'd turn you into a bloody skin and play out a girl-on-girl scene with yer fucking hot mommy! Whatever the fuck... I sure ain't going back to becoming Samuel fucking Johnson...! As soon as 'she' finished saying 'her' old name, the false Claire was seen arching 'her' slender figure as she was inching closer to an explosive orgasm. 'Her' delicate right hand was grinding Emily's cotton underwear roughly against 'her' reddened clit before a massive wave of intense sensations was sent crashing down on 'her'. The mother impersonator squealed as 'her' small frame trashed and jerked on the bed. As the video image of herself began to relax, her kidnapper stopped the playback. The restraint 'Claire' remembered how wet Emily's panties had gotten after wiping her own juices off herself before sneaking back into her daughter's room to dispose the soiled lingerie into her laundry basket. 'She' wasn't even given enough time to think of an explanation before her captor pressed another button on what appeared to be his universal remote control. After a brief period of static noise, the impostor could hear some sort of a recorded phone conversation between two ladies. It took the in-hiding fugitive a few seconds to recognize the voice of his current disguise. It was an exchange between himself in Claire's sweet-sounding voice and Rocky's impersonation of Katherine. "Hi Sammy boy! Aren't ya tired of playin' with Claire's lingerie already? How 'bout us girls treatin' arself to a spa and a manicure... With the doc spending the night at his secretary's while the kids busy getting education, we might even have time taking turns fucking each otha with ar live-skin off... Whada ya say, Sammy boy?" "Sounds good... But I get to fuck you first..." Claire's voice said. "Okay... You shoot yerself with the magic gun, take-off yer pretty disguise, shove yer black dick into ma itching cunt and make both of us cum. Then we'll switch, and I get ta fuck yer white pussy wit ma experience dick... How's that, huh?" "Oh Katherine... You're making me very horny now... I'm coming over..." 'Claire' said before adding, "Do you think you can get your lovely new maids to donate piece of their panties each for the Samuel Johnson Foundation?" "I don't see why they wouldn't... They're a very charitable bunch after all..." They both giggled like normal housewives before the conversation ended. 'Claire' remembered that the phone call happened 3 days ago and what an erotic day it was. After the heterosexual sex where they took turn shedding their live-skins and screwing each other as promised, the former Rocky invited a couple of her maids - a Chinese and a Mexican, both of them beauties - to join in for a lesbian orgy. However, now the former Samuel was finding it impossible to explain the video and the phone conversation recordings. Being Claire, he had never thought that he would be suspected - not with the wonders of the AER gun. Thinking that the CIA and the FBI guy along with the mobs had been taken care off, he and the other escapees had been too complacent to allow cameras to be planted and his phone being tapped. How did this happen? Was it his housekeepers? Why would they target him instead of the Wilsons? Then he thought of Karen Kim. Surely, she couldn't have been involved. But, he was at her place when he was captured. "Do you have anything to say... Mr. Johnson?" the man in the shadow asked. The former Samuel felt sweats trickled down his forehead. His slender form was shaking and most importantly, he was speechless. Neighborly visit Katherine Wilson had just finished talking to her neighbor and good friend, Claire Pearson, on the phone. Fresh from her visit to the Gynecologist and barely recovering from the depressing news of an unintentional abortion, the short chat and a visit from the good-looking brunette later was probably what she and her daughter needed. The doctor's appointment meant that Rachel Wilson would have to take the day off from school. With Olivia Wilson having just arrived from Houston last night, she was too tired to become their amusement. Katherine's eldest daughter was still asleep when they got home. The 20 year old college student wasn't even interested to hear about her mom and little sister's near encounter with motherhood. The former Adrian Torres promised to let the former Chico Alves wear his Olivia-skin and fuck him in it when he was well rested later. So, it was welcoming for the false Katherine and Rachel to know that their neighbor, a former death-row inmate just like them, was willing to drop by and lend them a hand... or a pussy. Their new maids might be a young, beautiful and open minded group but the live-skins and the AER gun would be too much to handle even for them. Having their abortion and started menstruating on the same day, the mother and her 17 year-old daughter would probably have to shed their disguises rather frequently in order to quench their insatiable sexual appetite. They did have the voluptuous live-skin of Shannon Parker in reserve but adding a little bit of variety into the mix wouldn't hurt. The doorbell sounded in the same musical tune when the original Claire was paying her neighbor an unexpected stopover so many nights ago. It had also proved to be her last ever visit to the Wilsons as she was being turned into an irreversible live-skin before being put on by Samuel. Katherine and Rachel was both sitting with their leg crossed in the huge living hall, flipping through women's magazine as they listen to one of their maids opening the towering mahogany door to greet their guest. The clicking sounds of high heels got closer to the residents from the long hallway before Claire; in an elegant white square-neck knee-length dress came into view. Katherine and Rachel knew that the gorgeous brunette was just a black dude in disguise but the maids didn't. "Hello girls..." Claire cheerfully said as she sauntered over to Katherine and Rachel to give them each a hug. "I'm so sorry Kathy..." the brunette added, sympathizing with what the 42 year-old blonde had told her this morning. "Don't be, because I'm not..." Rachel said in an ice cold tone. "Let's not talk about it, shall we..." Katherine said while cautiously looking at one of her maid, Ling who was standing nearby ready to receive any further order by her employer. "Claire dearie... do you need anything? A cup of tea or perhaps some of the chocolate muffins which our new neighbor Karen had taught me how to bake?" Katherine added as the ladies began to rest their derri?re on the plush sofa. She thought that she had caught a glimpse of a wry smile on Claire's face. "Nah... I'm kind of watching my weight these days... By the way, let's have a look at the new Chanel dress you wanted to show me," Claire said. "You're one little eager beaver, aren't you...? Well let us go upstairs then," Katherine invited. As the three beautiful ladies ambled onto the second floor, Katherine couldn't help but notice something different about the make-believe Claire, though she couldn't point out what it was. She just shrugged it off as something to do with her own hormonal changes due to the phase that she was going through. Besides, the former Rocky could still see the same kind of enthusiasm 'Claire' had shown during her last visit 3 days ago. As soon as they were in the privacy of the lavish master bedroom, Rachel literally jumped into the arms of 'Mrs. Pearson' as she fiercely planted her lips onto the brunette's. Katherine again picked up an unusual initial reaction by 'Claire'. She appeared to be startled and embarrassed at first before gradually settling back into the 'Claire' that the former mafia boss had been familiar with. After letting her dress dropped to the carpeted floor, 'Katherine' joined in to make it into a 3-way make out session. Tongues were sliding in and out of each other's mouth as their hands roamed and molested one another. The sanitary pads underneath the panties of the blonde mother and daughter remained the boner killer. "As much as I like to continue our lesbian sex, I think today we're gonna do it differently. Don't worry though, as it's still gonna be a mind-blowing threesome... just in a more heterosexual kinda way..." Katherine said as she broke away from the girls and swayed her panty- cladded ass towards her walk-in closet. From one of the many compartments inside, the well-preserved mother drew out what appeared to be an oversized jewelry box. She opened it and took out the AER gun before walking back out of the huge closet. "Sammy boy... Today's gonna be yer lucky day!" Katherine said before shooting Rachel and herself with the beams. Their features instantly became deformed as they reached for the nape of their necks and tucked forward. Wrinkles and previously nonexistent seams took form all over the rest of their bodies as the live-skins fell around their ankles just like how Katherine's dress dropped to the floor not too long ago. A chubby old man and a skinny tattoo-filled guy stepped out of the carcasses of the lovely blonde mother and daughter. They were both stroking their fully-erect cocks while grinning at the slightly taken aback 'Claire'. The brunette was alternating her gaze between the two fugitives and the AER gun which was now lying on the vanity table. "What's wrong Sammy boy? Don't act like you've just seen us for the first time..." Chico said. "Yeah... you seemed a little off today..." Rocky added, still stroking his throbbing erection. The precum at the tip was smeared all over its length to make it more slippery. Claire quickly gathered her composure before saying, "Nah... It was just a little role playing I've learnt that would spice things up... Works wonders with Scotty. I was just gonna act like I'm still the original Claire and I've seen your real selves for the very first time..." "Sounds interesting to me..." Chico said in his adenoidal voice. "Well, whatever you have in mind, let us resume it after our baths. It's been a while since I've last wash ma actual body..." Rocky proposed before stepping into the attached bathroom. Chico followed closely behind, seemingly keen on cleaning himself as well. Right at the doorway, Rocky stopped and turned around to look at 'Claire'. "Why are ya still dressed? Stop playing dumb and come join us... I ain't gonna jump into a shower with another dude without a chick in between..." the former mob leader said. CIA Scientific Research Lab After the GPS-tagged AER gun was being secured into a fireproof case, Sarah Patterson and Ellie Porter was standing in the lobby as they could only watch the two agents carried it away. The otherwise ordinary- looking briefcase was being cuffed to one of the agents' hand - a tall and clean-shaven black guy. "Anything else that we need to know about the device?" Agent Bennett enquired. "Apart from the additional GPS tagging mechanism, the device should be working as it should. Agent Kingston should be familiar with its functionality," Sarah said. With the news that Agent Kingston had abandoned his investigation into the Wilsons in Dallas, the clones of Professor Phillips in Sarah and Ellie felt much more at ease handing the AER over to the CIA agents. The updates were discovered in the intelligence agency's database from the latest rounds of hacking by the fake Ellie. This came after a second phone conversation between Ms. Patterson and the director when she enquired about the personnel that would be handling the AER. ***** "Don't worry Ms. Patterson... We will assign Agent Kingston to be in charge of handling the AER. He should be familiar enough with the weaponry having been one of the few agents who had been briefed about it. I specifically requested for him to abandon his current operation just for this," Director Frisk sounded excited about his latest breakthrough into the terrorist network. ***** It was a definite relief to hear that from the director but 'Sarah' wasn't going to take any chances. She instructed 'Ellie' to dive back into the CIA system and prove that what the director had said was true. Once the fact was confirmed, the clones were glad that their failure to contact the original Professor Phillips in time wasn't going to cost them. They had been leaving emails and messages for the professor for the last 24 hours but had yet to receive any reply or acknowledgement. An encrypted call from Ellie to Jessica Smith - the professor current disguise - went unanswered. Watching the agents stepping into the elevator and the door closing behind them with the AER gun in their hands, Sarah and Ellie were still feeling uncomfortable despite what they had assumed was a failure in the CIA's operation in Dallas. It reminded them of the time when Agent Kingston and Agent McCarthy had first arrived and retrieved the same invention before the whole fiasco had begun. It's d?j? vu all over again. Olivia Wilson The alert tone from her cellphone was music to her ears as she lied on her bed feeling the afterglow of her orgasm. Olivia knew who the message was sent from even before she reached for it from her bed. She had been thinking about her new boyfriend, Robert Strakovsky ever since she had left him temporarily in Houston for a 'family emergency'. He did offer to come along with her but the 20 year-old beauty declined saying that it was still too soon for him to meet her parents. Deep down though, Olivia felt really comfortable having him around. If not for the 'complicated problems' her family was currently facing, the former Adrian Torres wouldn't had minded his company. 'Livy' wasn't being totally honest with Chico/ Rachel when she was invited by the fellow escapee for a threesome orgy involving himself and Rocky. The former assassin would do anything for his boss, but the days and nights of passionate sex with Livy's new 'pet' in Houston was what draining her energy - not the travelling. 'He was head over heels for me, but am I falling for him too?' the phony Olivia thought as she read the message on her cellphone. "I just want you to know that no matter what's happening within your family, you'll always have my full support." "I'm just a ring away. I miss you. Love." were some of Robert's messages. With the warmth on her cheeks, she knew that she was beaming. The Roberts had always been nice to the former Adrian. His boss, who had the same first name, picked him up from the streets where he could have easily been beaten to death if he didn't die of hunger. With Rocky back then, he had learnt about the kind of love from a father figure and a role model. After getting a second chance in life not only to live on but to also fulfill his secret desire to live as a woman, handsome Mr. Strakovsky turned up to sweep his current female alter ego off 'her' feet. That was the reason he was reluctant to switch back with Chico when he was asked to ride out Rachel's tampon days. The former Adrian wanted to stay as Olivia for as long as possible, so that he could see how his version of Olivia would get along with Robert. 'Falling in love, am I? Interesting...' the impostor thought with a smile on the face of his disguise. 'She' swung her legs off the bed and brought herself up sitting by the edge, contemplating Chico's request. In the end, 'she' made up 'her' mind to let him wear Olivia for a few days during her time home until their problem had been figured out. This meant that 'Livy' would have to tell Chico about 'her' budding relationship with Robert. 'She' was convinced that the ex-pimp would be laughing his head off, but 'she' wouldn't mind. Somehow, 'she' felt 'mom' would be more understanding. 'Olivia' got off her bed before lifting her pink nightgown up and over her head. 'She' threw it into the laundry basket and stood in front of a full length mirror beside the doorway to her attached bathroom. With a hand on her womanly hip, 'she' admired Olivia's slender figure. 'She' couldn't blame any straight guy for their interest in Olivia. She was truly a beauty in a innocent-next-door-girl kind of way. But Robert was completely intoxicated by Olivia's very existence. He was falling wholeheartedly for the brunette and 'she' had every intention to keep him to herself - not sharing 'her' boy-toy with Chico's personality. The longer 'Olivia' stared at her reflection, the more horny she was becoming. Looking over at the digital clock on her bedside table, she had a feeling mom and little sister would be finding some other ways to pleasure each other by now. She sauntered into the attached bathroom, took a hot shower before drying up and wrapped her slender body in a pink bathrobe. Peeking out through her door to make sure that none of the maids were within the second floor proximity, the phony Olivia tiptoed towards her parents room. 'She' couldn't help but grinned as erotic noises could be heard from the inside. Olivia's graceful hand caught hold of the golden door knob before turning it to let herself into the wonderland of sex and lust. Evidence While Director Frisk had seen quite a lot during his years in the CIA, it wouldn't be an understatement at all to say that the intelligence veteran Bradley Kingston had witness as much as the dark and the unusual. In spite of that, the wheelchair-bound agent still couldn't believe his eyes and ears as he watched and listened to the recording provided by Parker from his neighborly visit to the Wilsons earlier in the day. The microscopic camera in the lens of his Claire Pearson nano suit was doing a fine job of picking up everything which had transpired in Mr. and Mrs. Wilsons luxurious bedroom. This was probably what cost FBI agent Frederick Jones his life. The grip of guilt was still looming over him as he was the one who had sent the agent into the lion's den without knowing what he was dealing with. Still, Kingston couldn't peel his eyes away from the video playback. He watched as the video image of 42 year-old Katherine Wilson retrieved the AER - or something which appeared very similar to it - from her closet and shot herself with it. She then passed the gun to her blonde daughter before reaching behind her own neck. A yank and a tug forward later, the chubby head of 57 year-old Rocky Wallansky emerged from underneath Mrs. Wilson's deformed features. Rocky was grinning at the nanosuit-Claire without realizing that he was looking directly at the camera. That definitely gave Kingston the creep, staring at the video image of the unusual two-headed form. Katherine's deflated head with her beautiful blonde tresses hanging in front of her chest as Rocky's masculine face looked incongruous to the rest of his Katherine-body. Thoughts were streaming like a bullet train through his mind. Kingston began to wonder. If the CIA had recovered the AER a month ago, then how the hell did the fugitives had something which appeared and function like one in their possession? He had the feeling that the professor was a part of this. No, he knew it. The elderly scientist was the only person capable of building something like this. He must be helping these escapees. But why? As far as he was concerned there were no prior connection between Professor Phillips and the fugitives. "What's wrong Sammy boy? Don't act like you've just seen us for the first time..." a skinny male emerging out of Rachel Wilson said. Kingston immediately recognized him as one of the escapees - 38 year-old Chico Alves. Gone were the gorgeous features of the young blonde as Chico pulled and pushed her lower body off his groin to reveal his own throbbing erection. He did it so casually as if he was taking off some sort of jumpsuit. The 'carcass' of the captain cheerleader was left on the floor around his feet as he stepped over and away from it towards the bed. "Yeah... you seemed a little off today..." Rocky added. Agent Kingston could hear Parker, with all his experience in these kinds of situations, calmly replying in perfect imitation of Claire's voice, "Nah... It was just a little role playing I've learnt that would spice things up... Works wonders with Scotty. I was just gonna act like I'm still the original Claire and I've seen your real selves for the very first time..." The action then shifted into the bathroom when Rocky began caressing Claire with his sausage fingers. "Oh Sammy boy... ya seemed to be enjoyin' yourself in that hotty. Yer becomin' the better version of dat rich bitch!" Rocky complimented. "I know right... and I swear on ma momma's grave that I ain't taking off this chick ever again... Unless of course I found someone better..." "So, having you out of yer shell for me to wear would be out of the question then..." said Chico out of the corner of Parker's vision. He shifted Claire's gaze to the right of Rocky, inadvertently panning the camera in her lens to focus on the skinny male. Claire/ Parker was relieved to see that the lean fugitive did not bring the AER gun along, meaning that they had decided not to shoot 'her' with it. The CIA disguise veteran did not want to find out what would happen if his nano suit got shot by the Alpha Electron beams. It was the worst case scenario where their emergency plan would need to be initiated. "Why are ya still dressed?" Rocky asked while stroking his manhood in the bathroom as the water started running in the background. Kingston could see that Agent Parker was playing along well as he replied, "Because I want you to rip my pretty dress off and violate me." In Kingston's mind, it was no doubt a great sacrifice on Parker's part to let two of the most notorious mobsters fuck him in his disguise. However, thinking back to how the impersonation specialist enjoyed messing around as Karen Kim with his partner Agent Gibbs, Kingston wasn't sure whether Parker was actually dreading the threesome scenario playing out at that moment. The video continued to show a rather shaky scene of Rocky ripping Claire's elegant dress off before planting kisses on 'her' neck and breasts. He lifted Claire's purple laced bra so that 'her' nipples were exposed. The mafia boss dove in, taking one nipple into his mouth at a time. The advance wide-angled camera could barely picked out Chico at the right bottom corner of the recording. The former pimp was seen pulling Claire's purple laced thong off her legs before burying his face between her legs. Kingston could hear the moans coming from Parker's disguise. He couldn't help but be impressed with the CIA agent's professionalism... or was it so? For a brief moment, Kingston took his eye off the screen and turned his gaze towards Parker who was sitting beside him. "What?! Someone's gotta do it..." Parker replied rather nervously. Without having to say anything, Kingston returned his focus back onto the TV screen. He could see that Rocky and Chico had just switched position with Rocky preparing to slide his cock into Parker's fake Claire-cunt. The warm water from the shower thundering down against their bodies added a little more zest to it. He commented on what a good job Chico had done making the lady wet. "No problem, boss!" Chico said before amusing himself with the brunette's perky tits. The steam from the shower was making it difficult for Kingston to observe further as all he could hear was the grunting from the men and the moaning from agent Parker's character. The increasingly frequent sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were an indication that Rocky was boning the nano-suit Claire under the steamy shower. Kingston had to wait until the return of the trio into the bedroom before he could have a better view. When they had indeed returned to the bedroom and as the steam cleared, Kingston could see that his undercover agent was right in the middle, literally speaking, of a compromising position. The nano-suit Claire was lying on her back as Chico shoved his dick into her pretty mouth while Rocky continued to pound her well-lubricated pussy. Kingston tried to fight the dizziness due to the increasingly shaky recording as 'Claire' was getting fucked from both ends. The moaning and grunting of ecstasy continued in addition to Rocky's compliments on how tight and wet Claire's pussy was. After about 10 minutes, the threesome switched into another erotic position. Rocky had decided to move to the front after hearing from Chico how much Claire's blowjob skill had improved. The nano-suit Claire had apparently shifted into a doggy position with Rocky shoving his meat into her mouth. Even though he couldn't see it, Kingston would have a good guess that Chico was laying assault on Claire's pussy from behind. Only Parker knew that it was his nano-suit ass which getting screwed by the former pimp, not his fake pussy. It was very much like watching POV porn to Kingston, not that he indulges in pornography regularly; but gradually, dizziness wasn't the only sensation he was fighting. He realized the norm for any man to get aroused from being presented with such a spectacle. Nevertheless, the fact that the star of the show was actually his male agent in disguise and the magnitude of the situation made the operation coordinator slightly ashamed of his arousal. The dirty talks and the vocal expression of pleasure added to the visual stimulus provided by the candid recording. Kingston was quickly feeling very uncomfortable around his groin region. "Suck it, bitch! Suck it! Let me feel yer tongue! Ooh, right there... Yes... Some new technique ya have there... That's ma girl...!" Rocky said. It was all pubic hair and shaky scenes as Kingston was tempted to speed up the video playback until he heard the groaning noise coming from Wallansky. The ensuing exchanges indicated that the mafia boss had unleashed plentiful of cum into Claire's mouth as 'she' expertly swallowed it down. Kingston, again, turned his head towards Parker who didn't even bother to provide any response to his enthusiasm in playing the character. Not bad for someone who had constantly denied being gay. Moments later, Chico could be heard screaming obscenities as Claire, still on all fours, turned her gaze to her back. Her hidden camera caught the 38 year-old former death-row inmate pulling his dick out of Claire's ass just in time to spray his jizz all over her back. Kingston was about to reach for the remote control to turn off the TV when Parker stopped him. "There's more..." he said. Indeed there were. As 'Claire' was lying on her front with Chico on top of her, feeling his cum sandwiched between them, the sound of a door opening and closing got Claire's as well as Kingston's attention. The impostor shifted 'her' focus at the direction of the entrance and saw Olivia Wilson swaying her hips towards them. She was wearing a pink bathrobe which she slowly, with a little tease, removed once she got to the bed. There was nothing underneath apart from her bare tits, taunt tummy, narrow waist and womanly hips. Her pussy was almost dripping wet as she stood with her hands on her hips, grinning at the three naked people on the opulent bed. "I hope it's not too late for me to join the party..." Livy said. "Perfect timing, honey..." Rocky said trying to imitate Katherine's speech with his deep voice. "Why don't you be a dear and go shoot yourself with the AER... I think I'm gonna try wearing Livy for once," he added. "But boss, I asked first!" Chico protested. He was swiftly consoled by 'Claire' though, as 'she' so willingly wrapped her lips around his semi- flaccid cock. 'She' didn't seem to mind that it had so recently been inside her anus as 'she' worked her magic to bring Chico's fuck-tool back to life. It was also fast-thinking on Parker's part so that Chico would be persuaded from the idea of wearing Claire. The phony Mrs. Pearson roughly shoved her man onto his back so that she could see who would come out of Olivia without interrupting her blowjob. Grabbing the gun from the floor, Livy shot a trio of beams at herself before placing it back on the vanity. The lovely young lady went through the same motion of getting discarded as her mom and sister. It appeared almost impossible as the giant figure of Adrian Torres loomed from an empty shell of a much smaller 20 year-old girl. The bobbing head of Claire meant that the video captured was extremely jittery but Kingston had probably gotten accustomed to it by now. With what presumed to be Samuel Johnson in their custody, they had now identified four targets. The only one left unchecked was Dr. Kenny Smith and he was crossing his fingers hoping that he had indeed assumed the identity of Oliver Wilson who was not at home at the time the video was captured. Regardless though, Kingston should have enough evidence to initiate the next course of action. However, he felt compelled to watch on. The video continued with Rocky's overweight body slipping into Olivia's live-skin before being transformed into a slender and beautiful brunette. He was then fucked by Chico's well-lubricated penis while Adrian went on to top 'Claire' in a missionary position. After each group orgasm, Livy's live- skin was passed around among the three crooks - each taking turn fucking one another... and 'Claire'. Agent Parker must had had at least six or seven orgasms during the 3 hours of neighborly visit. And what a good neighbor he had turned out to be. Moments of Truth It was an ordinary looking mansion with a well-kempt lawn and a beautiful garden as Agent Michael Bennett pulled his heavily tinted LandRover to a stop at its front yard. Having driven through the area to get here, the 29 year-old rookie could see that it was obviously an upscale neighborhood. Homeowners were either watering their gardens, walking their dogs or jogging down the friendly suburban tracks - a far cry from the New York neighborhood where he had grown up. But the mansion he was currently staring at was no ordinary family residence. It was the CIA's latest base of operation. It was close to 10 in the evening when he saw a couple of housekeepers leaving the premise. Agent Bennett looked over to his partner on the passenger seat, 36 year-old Agent Raymond Gomez. Both of them had been briefed personally by the director. They understood clearly what was at stake. At first, the two relatively new agents couldn't believe they were being summoned to meet the highest ranked personnel in the nation's most notorious agency. Once they had met directly with Director Frisk, they couldn't believe that they were given the opportunity to work together with some of the most experienced agents in the CIA on such an important operation. The mentioning of names like Kingston, Parker and Gibbs sent chills down their spine. However, their enthusiasm turned into disbelief when they were informed regarding the AER's capabilities. Agent Bennett couldn't hold himself back from asking, "You're not kidding, right?" during that meeting. At present, they were both staring at each other as if there were something on their faces. Agent Bennett, who was recently recruited from the US Navy SEALs, relayed a message to Kingston from his Bluetooth earpiece. His eyes left Agent Gomez's, shifting over his shoulder towards the black briefcase on the backseat. With Agent Gomez's expertise, it wasn't difficult to hack the hastily put together GPS device which was connected to the AER gun. Ms. Patterson would still think that the live-skin maker was on its way to Spain. "The Eagle has landed... I repeat... the Eagle has landed..." Less than 5 minutes later, the mansion's front entrance - a 10 feet mahogany door - swung open and an attractive looking Asian lady in knee- length pink nightgown underneath a brown sweater stepped out. From the information given, Bennett knew that the lovely lady was actually Agent Parker in disguise. The promising young African American agent wasn't sure whether to be in awe to finally meeting up with Tom Parker or be impressed with the legendary agent's disguise. His heart was beating fast as he and Agent Gomez let themselves out of the SUV before retrieving the AER-contained case from the passenger seat. Both of them, dressed in ties and suits with bulletproof vest underneath, walked up to the main door to be greeted by 'Mrs. Kim'. "Oh, hi Michael... and Raymond, you two looked great! How long has it been?" Karen gave each a hug and a peck on the cheeks before adding, "Come on in!" Bennett certainly didn't see that coming. The host welcomed them as if they were some old family friends of some sorts. Gomez was obviously taken aback as well as none of them said anything until they were inside of the mansion. Once the enormous-looking door was closed and locked behind them, Mrs. Kim's facial expression changed completely as she checked the window on the side before entering a pin to arm the security system for the house. "That's the AER gun?" Karen's initial cheerful expression wasn't the only thing which vanished, her feminine sing-song voice had also been replaced by Parker's deeply masculine alto. "How did you do that?" Bennett asked pointing to his own throat. "A whole lot of practice, son," Karen replied. "Come on now... Let's move along. We don't have that much time to waste..." the make believe Korean lady added as she led the way towards the basement of the property. There was another digital security panel by the side of a much smaller door leading to the basement. After entering a code seemingly different from the main door, the LCD panel turned from red to green. Bennett and Gomez followed the otherwise beautiful Mrs. Kim all the way to another locked door. Along the way, they couldn't help appreciating the graceful sways of her firm derriere as she led them to where one of the suspected fugitives was being kept. While Karen was unlocking the hidden cell, the mechanical sounds of Agent Kingston's motorized wheelchair caught Bennett's attention. Coming out from an adjacent room where the high- tech gadgetries, TV monitors and video players were running continuously, the operation's coordinator reached out his hand to greet Bennett and Gomez. A shy little girl in white pajamas dress with pink pony prints stood behind Kingston's wheelchair. "All the way from Langley... Glad to have you guys here... I'm the person in charge, Kingston," he said as they shook hands. "It's a great honor, sir!" Bennett said. "Likewise, sir..." Gomez followed before turning his attention to the little Asian girl cowering behind Kingston. "What's a beautiful young lady like you doing here?" "He's your senior: Agent Rudy Gibbs... Show a little respect," Kingston introduced. "Yeah... you dimwit... be respectful," the fake Ashley Kim spoke up in a man's voice. The two new additions to the operation nearly choked as they each muttered variety of cursing words simultaneously from Gibb's revelation. "Haha... Did I get you there?!" Ashley/ Gibbs said, obviously fooling around with the two agents. "You ain't seen nothing yet," Karen/ Parker said as he swung the cell door open. The basement cell was big enough to fit all six of them, including the prisoner, a bed and a table. Bennett could see that the captive, a blanket covered brunette, was in deep sleep. She looked gorgeous even in her sleep. Her limbs were freed from any sort of restraints. "Don't worry agents, Claire Pearson or should I say, Samuel Johnson won't be awake anytime soon. We have given her another dose of powerful sedative to aid us in exposing his true identity," Kingston explained. Bennett proceeded to placing the briefcase on the table. He went on to unlock the case after releasing the cuffs from his wrist and its handle. The AER gun came into view. To Agent Bennett, it looked like any ordinary mini rifle except for the three chambers on top. It was still hard for him to believe what this weapon could accomplish despite Director Frisk's briefing. He just had to see it with his very own eyes. And that was exactl