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PRINCESS PROJECT Layla Taft was having fun as she sprinted through the forest along the same trail used for the Iditarod each year. She was fifteen, and loved to run. Running had saved her life less than a year ago. Her parents looked nothing like her as she was growing up. More she had never attended any school like other girls her age. Instead she was home schooled, Gymnastics, as well as Martial Arts, at twelve she already held a Black Belt in Karate, Taekwondo, and Aikido. What finally pushed her into finding out what her parents were doing was when they began pushing her to learn Weapons, and other skills for Espionage. She knew it had to be that because everything was done in secret, within the large Palace like compound deep in the jungle away from everything else. From time to time she had sparred with two other girls her own age and identical to her, but she was never allowed to interact with them outside of training sessions. Then suddenly she had hacked into a computer file and grew scared. That file detailed not just her development and training but that of the other two girls. They were being raised and trained to take the place of another girl in the outside world. The last line however stated that all three were 'Expendable'. It hadn't really been hard to escape. The hard part was gaining access to and convincing the other two girls. But before they could act on their own plans, the palace was attacked. They slipped away into the jungles together. At first the three had worked together, surviving the jungle trails and obstacles until they made it into a major city. After that they had split up, each going her own way. They each speculated on the attack, but since they had no evidence without going back, they chose to just keep going. They knew it was the only way that at least one of them might fully escape. That had been a year ago, and since that time she'd been surviving on her own. She had spent a lot of time trying to figure out why she'd been raised the way she had, she was technically both a boy and a girl. She knew the correct term for herself, but hated it, she preferred to think of herself as a special girl. It was nearing early evening and the backpack she wore was getting heavy, she'd been at a steady pace since sun up. "Time to stop for the night," she told herself. She slowed to a walk, letting her muscles begin the cooling down phase as she looked for a good spot to make her little camp. She knew there was a stream close by, she could smell the fresh water, hear it bubbling over the rocks. She angled off the path toward it. Finding the small clear pool of water, seeing the fish swimming in it she smiled. The canned food in the bottom of her pack could stay there, she'd be dining on fresh fish tonight. Quickly her practiced efficiency saw her little shelter set up, the area ringed in stones for her cooking fire that would only be enough to cook what fish she caught. She turned slowly in each direction, listening to the forest for any sign of other human life. When she heard nothing she smiled to herself before removing her sweat soaked t- shirt. She caught a reflection of her five foot four inch frame in the water. Her Dishwater Blonde hair hung halfway down her back in the ponytail. Her small B cup breasts struggled to burst free of the too small pullover sports bra, and she let out a sigh of relief as she pulled it off over her head. Next she sat on a large rock and removed her hiking boots, boots she'd stolen from a bath house three months before, in preparation for crossing the frozen Bering Sea between Russia and Alaska. Stripping off the tattered jeans and socks, she stood up in just the panties she'd picked up in a village before crossing into the Yukon. Bare foot she stepped slowly into the cold water, feeling her nipples grow rock hard even before it was up to her knees. Once fully submerged the cold no longer affected her, she was used to it now and her hands sought out the fine sandy bottom of the stream. Carefully she began to rub it over her skin, feeling better, cleaner as it helped both remove the days sweat, and the human scent of her body. She wanted nothing that could carry warning of her presence downwind to unseen persons. She reached up and back taking the tie out of her hair letting it spread out naturally in the water as she dove beneath the surface again, her eyes open as she watched the fish holding her breath, her outstretched hand, fingers wiggling slowly worked their magic drawing them in. As one drew in close to test the tip of a finger, that finger stiffened, her hand shooting forward as she deftly hooked that finger into the mouth, curling out through the gill opening before her feet pushed off the bottom propelling her to the surface. Unlike most people, she didn't shake out her hair. She let it drape wet down her back as she carried the fish out toward the little camp. Her ice blue eyes sparkled as she squatted next to the little fire and began cleaning the fish. When it was on the coat hanger roasting above the flame she stood and stripped off the wet pantys allowing herself to be completely naked. Gathering up her other clothing she moved downstream and carefully rinsed out the days sweat and grime from the clothing before hanging it over branches to dry near the fire. From her backpack she took out a very short ruffled denim skirt and pulled it up her legs. She smiled feeling it caressing her upper thighs as it hung from the edges of her hips. 'Would she ever find a place where she could just be a girl, not have to worry about getting caught?' It was now nearly full dark as she reached out and began pulling bits of fish from her makeshift roasting stick. Three bites into her meal a barely audible snap caught her attention. Someone was standing at the edge of the trail behind her. Her senses registered the large dog as it circled around to the only other easy avenue of escape. Carefully she took another bite, considering her options. She could grab her backpack and boots as she made her leap across the stream, leaving the rest behind. Or she could chance the dog as she went for her other clothes before crossing the stream. Or she could pretend she was unaware of their presence until she knew who they were. Slowly the dog, a Rottie by the size and appearance, wandered between her and the stream. He made no sign of aggression but came and sat directly across from her. She wondered how much trouble it would be to immobilize the dog to make her escape. "Romeo be nice," said the voice of a young woman directly behind her. How had she gotten that close without being heard? "Did they send you after me, from the Palace?" she asked not turning or looking away from the dogs eyes. "No but I have been trying to find you because of the Palace. My name is Justine, Denise and I just want to talk to you, is all." Said yet another voice. Suddenly another figure stepped into view directly across the stream from her. "Romeo, watch the trail," she said and the Rottweiler stood and moved toward the trail. "May I come across to you? It will make it easier for the three of us to talk." "Sure, but watch the rocks they're slippery," she warned. "Destiny and Corinne are about a half mile ahead," said the one who had identified herself as Justine. She produced her own wire fork with a fish on it ready to roast. "May I use your fire?" but she was already propping the fish over the flames. "We missed you three by fifteen minutes you know. But we were too busy stopping them from eliminating the younger ones after you three left." "Y, younger ones?" she'd not thought of them since escaping. "You didn't realize there were more like you, being raised and trained to do some countries dirty work? Others just as expendable as you were?" "Ex, expendable?" she knew her answer even as she asked the question. Justine saw it and the two let it go. "What happens now that you've found me? What government do you want me to work for?" "No governments. My associates and I work for a private firm, locating impossible people and helping them," said Denise. "That's right, just like yourself and the other two who are identical to you. There is one other like yourself, she needs your help though," Justine let that sink in. "She's the one they were training us to impersonate, isn't she?" "That's right, and your training and experience makes the three of you perfect to protect her." "But, isn't she a real girl? I mean you know, not like me?" Layla was confused. She'd seen pictures of the other girl in the news. She was pretty, as well as very feminine. Justine and Denise exchanged a look of surprise. "Surely you know I'm not a real girl, not that I don't think of myself as one, or want to be one, I really do." she looked up at them in confusion. "Destiny and Corrine being real girls would be much better suited for protecting her than I would." "I think you need to meet the Princess," said a new voice from behind them. She'd heard the almost silent footsteps but it was the Dog Romeo who had given the new arrival away. Without turning she kept her composure calm. "And you are?" she was searching for an escape if she needed one. This new girl carried a small paper sack which she sat down next to the fire. "My name is Michelle, Michelle Grey." She took out four extendable campfire forks, from the bag passing them around handle first. Layla just looked at her in disbelief, if they meant her harm they wouldn't be giving her something she could use as a weapon. Next she produced a bag of Stay Puff Marshmallows. "I thought we could talk over S'Mores." The whole scene was unreal, they were treating her like, like a sister? Or at least someone they felt comfortable with. She took a couple of the squishy marshmallows and joined the others in roasting them, while Michelle produced the chocolate bars and Graham crackers. "Ok so tell me why I should meet her, and what about the other two?" With a sly grin Michelle simply pulled her skirt up. "They are just like the four of us." Layla couldn't help looking in the flickering of the fire light, her jaw almost dropped open. "Michelle, did you find out who the tail was?" asked Denise quietly. "Don't worry, they're taking a nap. They followed her out of Siberia. We've got about twenty minutes before we need to head for the LZ." Layla knew LZ was short for Landing Zone. "Uncle Reggie wants the three of them safe. And he wants them to meet the Princess." Explained Michelle. "What if I don't want to go with you?" "Then in that case you'll want the rest of what's in the bag," Michelle handed it across to her. In the bottom was a .32 Berretta, a large sum of Cash, both American and Canadian and a cell phone. The three finished their S'Mores then stood up. "There are several preset numbers in there, just call one and we'll come find you." Michelle told her before they began making their way toward the trail. "Poor kid, I really hope she makes it out of here," commented Denise. "It's her choice to make," Michelle said. "Everything from here on out is her choice, not ours." They were continuing to walk away from her. "Yeah, Poor kid. I just hope she comes around, they really need her to help protect the Princess. Maybe we should have mentioned the pay," Denise commented. "And the fact the others want her in the lead position," Michelle said. "But it's still her decision, not ours. And I wouldn't want her to make it based on those points alone." "Yeah well SAS Bodyguards carry International Credentials, and no one stops them in airports." Justine said. They knew she was following them, hanging back just out of sight on the trail. And she knew that they knew it. In the back of her mind flashes of Memory startled her, the face of a woman leaning over her. "Never trust a Cylon or the Loki Doru," said the musical voice. "Protect the Princess at all costs." A soft buzzing of a vibrating phone and Michelle answered. "Yeah Mom, we found her. You can tell the RCMP's to let those Yahoos' go." "No she isn't with us." "Have Destiny light the flare. We'll be there by the time the bird touches down." Layla followed from a safe distance until she heard the distinct sound of a four runner's engine behind her on the trail. It was still far off, but growing closer at a breakneck speed. As she listened more carefully she made out two more following closely behind the first. Suddenly she realized she'd lost sight of the others, the sound of a helicopter up ahead told her they must already be there. She broke into a full out run, her legs sprinting trying to reach the bird before it lifted off. She saw the flare of light off to one side and angled toward it trying to remember the closest clearing it might land at. Suddenly the flare was extinguished and the helicopter went silent. Yet still she ran urging her legs to carry her faster. Images of the Alien Doru as he truly was, the huge 'Praying Mantis' in his natural form, her need to protect the Princess, flashed through her mind. The four wheelers were catching up faster than she expected as she neared the little clearing. The helicopter sat idling, the rotors turning still, the rear ramp down. She saw five people standing on the edge of the ramp in the soft red glow of the interior lights. "Keep moving girl," a woman holding an assault rifle emerged from the edge of the trail facing back the way she'd come. Destiny reached for her hand pulling her the rest of the way inside when she turned to look behind her. "Out of the way, the colonel needs that space clear for the rest of the security teams." Said a male voice. Suddenly the three small four wheelers shot up the ramp. The woman from beside the trail yelled, "Get us in the air now!" After the rear ramp was secured Layla finally found her voice to speak. "Who are you people? And why did you go to all this trouble to find me?" A soft white light lit up the interior now. "Colonel Winters, British SAS." She motioned to the others still sitting on the four wheelers, "Laura Cross, Porsche Cross, and Mercedes Andrews." The other three women nodded toward her indicating who they were. "Nice to finally meet you Layla. My name is," began another female voice from closer to the front. "Your Highness, I, I'm happy to meet you too," she responded. "Laura, I trust those recovery thugs are none too happy," Col. Winters stated. "No, we took this off of them though." She handed over a small package. "Looks like they were serious, this is a Cyanide dart kit, and a flesh dissolver." She looked around at the others. Destiny offered her a bottle of water and she noted the seal was still intact on the cap. "Thanks, I think." She said. "So where are we going to?" "The Airport, and then on a private jet to the SAS Training facility. Not that you three need much training. But you'll need to learn to interact with your Protectee." "I don't have any ID or Passport, how am I supposed to get into Great Britton?" asked Layla. Colonel Winters reached inside her jacket and pulled out a zip lock baggy. "I think this will do for now." Taking the small packet, Layla opened it to find a British Diplomatic Passport, a Provisional SAS Training Badge, and Five Hundred Pounds in currency. When she opened the passport she found her picture already there. It was the same with the SAS Training Badge. "When we get to the Jet, we'll register your Retinal scan, and DNA so there aren't any problems later on," concluded the Colonel. Layla turned the little plastic badge over and noted that it designated her as a Bodyguard Trainee. "This is real, I mean I'm not having some weird drug induced dream am I?" "No you aren't dreaming. Of course depending on what you've retained from before will determine how much training you require before you can go on to high school with her Highness." She looked over at Laura Cross, "High School? You mean like a real High school?" "Yes, you will be tutored while you're in training, along with the Princess. But once you complete your training you will be attending a Private Girl's Academy in the Midwestern U.S." "It'll be lots of fun, you'll get to meet a lot of other really nice girls there," Michelle told her. Layla leaned back in her seat after stuffing everything into her backpack, and closed her eyes. For the first time in over a year she felt safe, though she couldn't understand why. It was the sudden drop in altitude and flaring of the rotors that pulled her awake, her first instinct was to grip her backpack, as she slowly opened her eyes. "Come on Layla, time to change flights," Winters told her. "You'll need your SAS Badge for this one." leading the way down the ramp the woman led them straight into an international hanger. Laura, Porsche and Mercedes headed off toward the main terminal. "Where are they going?" "Back to school," replied Michelle after ruffling Romeo's ears. "You be a good boy and watch after Denise now." To Layla she said, "See you in a few weeks." They wasted no time in boarding the little jet, and then as the jet was taxying for takeoff a short balding man in British uniform stepped out of the cockpit. "Ladies, you know the drill. We have to make positive ID before takeoff." Everything was done quickly as she watched the rest before stepping up to the little scanner herself. "Just look straight ahead, don't worry about blinking. The machine corrects for that." after about thirty seconds he slid her SAS Badge into the slot at the bottom. "Col. do you confirm?" "Yes, I confirm her ID." Good now for the DNA, place your finger in this hole," "Good now that didn't hurt did it?" she was just about to say no when the needle jabbed into her fingertip. "Sorry, I needed you to relax." When she drew her finger back, sticking it in her mouth he smiled and handed her a lollipop. "Welcome to the Service Layla Taft, you were a very difficult one to track down. Congratulations." "Uhh, thanks." "Here, you need to get up to speed on the Princess' routines and background." She was handed a packet. She tossed the thick folder on the table and began reciting its contents beginning with her birth and parents and moving on to her social life. Covering every major event that influenced her life. "Her Mother is a past graduate of "Miss Clara's Academy for Exceptional Girls located in the Midwestern United States. Her father graduated from the Midwest Military Academy some forty miles away. The two met at a New Year's Eve Ball hosted at the Academy." Smiling up at him she asked, "How'd I do?" "Which Academy?" asked Colonel Winters? "MMA" "And the Sweetheart Dance?" "Clara's Academy" "And what is so special about Miss Clara's that sets it apart from any other Girls school?" smiled Col Winters. Seeing the blank look and the wheels turning she knew that just like the other two, Layla didn't know the answer either. "Princess, would you like to tell them?" "Finally, I get to take part," she giggled. "Miss Clara's accepts Transgendered girls just like us." At the stunned looks she said, "Really, we even share Dorm rooms with the Real Girls, or GG's as they are distinguished." "It's true," confirmed the Col. "I shared a room with three GG's my first year. It was the best experience I ever had in school." After getting a couple of hours sleep Layla decided to ask a few questions of the Col. "How did you find me?" "You paid for your hiking supplies with Rubles. And they remembered you swiped a map of the trail. Incidentally the recovery team that was following you weren't very good. They sounded like a heard of stampeding elephants moving through the woods. That was the first real break we had in all this time. Always before the trail was weeks old before we got there. So we poured everything we had into this chance." "Would you really have just let me walk away if I didn't want to come along?" she finally asked. "Yes and you can still walk away at any time from here on out. We'll even set you up with a new identity." "That girl Porsche, I remember seeing her face before. She saved some Rich American Girl last spring." "Yes Jeanine West. Her bodyguard Laura Cross adopted Porsche, but it hasn't been finalized yet." "There's a lot of love between them, I wish I had someone that wanted to care about me that way," Layla said absently. "I wish I had daughters as wonderful as I know you three are going to be," mumbled Stephanie Winters. Winters had actually drawn the initial detail to be the close in bodyguard for the Princess. But it quickly became apparent that much younger agents would be needed, preferably the same age. After seeing how well Porsche, Michelle and Mercedes had done in the course she approached first Laura Cross, and then Maddie Grey with her idea. When Maddie had seen a picture of the princess she said she knew just the three but it would take an ok from Reggie to get them approved. Destiny had actually been at another facility for almost a year where they'd been deprogramming her from the intense mind control her surrogate parents had instituted. The facility was in New South Wales, Australia. Corrine had managed to stay off the radar a bit longer. Her route took her through the Middle East. She was brought into the British Embassy by an agent of that Country. Layla on the other hand had eluded every attempt at bringing her in safely, mostly because by the time they got assets in place she was long gone. So when Col. Winters had asked Maddie, she was surprised that Maddie had been keeping tabs on her. "She is by far the smartest of the three," Stephanie had said. "I want her for the group leader." Stephanie Winters knew she was getting in way past mentoring the three. She was developing feelings toward them already. She'd never had children of her own, the Service had been her family, her life. And she'd given up many opportunities for a life away from the service. Now she began to see another opportunity. One sparked by Laura Cross and her adoptive daughter Porsche. When the little jet touched down on the runway, then taxied off to a separate hanger Corrine asked, "Is this where we disappear?" "This is where we emerge as real people, with a real future," said Layla. "A whole new beginning." The smile spread across her face as she picked up her back pack, slinging it over her left shoulder. The man who met the plane stood beside a rather large American SUV, a Suburban, with blacked out windows. "Ladies, Welcome to Heath Row, sorry but you won't get a chance to see it just yet. I have very high hopes for each of you. If you have any problems just let Col Winters know, for all intents and purposes she will become like a Mother to you while you are here." "She will be the one to oversee all your training, get you set up with clothing and anything else you need. Layla, it's good to see you accepted the invitation." "Thank you Sir." Layla said. "If Col Winters is going to be like our Mother while we're here should we call her Mom?" She was looking directly into the older woman's eyes when she asked the question. "Col, what do you think?" he asked her. "You four will be working very closely together from here on out." "Reggie, I don't want them to feel pressured. If they want to, yes it might be a good idea. It could help with the cover story." But everyone could see the real hope in her eyes. Layla could see there was more to it than what she'd said, she herself felt a need to know what it was like to have a real mother who cared about her. "Yeah we need a good cover," added Destiny. "But we never had a real Mother before so it'll take a bit of getting used to." "Absolutely," added Corrine with a slight giggle. "Will you teach us how to do makeup?" "Yes and shopping? We need to learn how to look like we're shopping." From Destiny. "Colonel, they're all yours," the man held out a set of keys to the Suburban. "You may as well get them some things to wear that aren't training uniforms. They'll need to know how to react in those as well, and we'll see the four of you on the Exercise field at Oh, Four Hundred Monday." They were amazed when the guard at the back gate to the Airport waved them through without stopping them. "So are we going to the training facility now?" asked Corrine. Stephanie just smiled to herself hoping she could find out what it would be like to have three young girls looking up to her. "No first we're going to my flat, where we'll all get a much needed shower and change of clothes. Then we are going to hit a few shops before dinner." After seeing the stunned looks she added, "Layla there's a packet under your seat. Please pass out the cards, you'll all need them when we go shopping." "Whoa, these are like way over the top. Are these real?" asked Destiny examining the Platinum American Express Card." "Yes they are, your monthly salary will be paid out to the card, and our Employer has been generous enough to make sure that you each have enough for a new wardrobe as well as anything else you might need. I think the current limit is Ten Thousand a month, after your initial expenses." "Wow I can get a really nice laptop," said Corrine. "Each of you will be issued one of those by Grey Securities Consulting. And I can assure you, that one, will be far better than any you could ever buy." Twenty minutes later they parked in front of a little brownstone house in the midst of an expensive looking neighborhood. As they were walking to the gate a neighbor stopped. "Miss Winters, who are these lovely young ladies?" "Oh Mrs O'Keefe, these are my girls. They've come to spend the rest of the summer with me." Stephanie replied. "Hi Ma'am, Mom didn't tell us she had such nice neighbors," Layla said offering her hand. "I never knew she had such pretty Daughters. And triplets to boot." "I guess Daddy finally had enough of trying to keep up with us in the States. He gets so over protective." Corrine said. "I didn't know you were Married Stephanie," said Mrs O'Keefe. Layla giggled, "Mom and Daddy are Divorced. He couldn't handle Mom's job with the Consulate. So they gave him custody since Mom moves around so much." The three caught a spark of something in Stephanie's eyes. "Oh you poor dear, I better let you get them inside I bet they're tired from that long flight." "Thank you Ma'am, but I'm going to take them out shopping and to dinner. Could you recommend anyplace close by?" Stephanie asked with a satisfied smile. After a few more moments she led them to the door. They watched as she opened it then hurried to turn off her alarm. 'Was it just coincidence or did they know that her parents were both in the Diplomatic Corp of two separate nations?' "Well I'm glad that's out of the way, thank you girls for helping create the cover story. You three are naturals." She smiled. "Yes and that just gives us even more reason to keep calling you Mom," stated Destiny sheepishly. "Well I prefer Momma actually," said Corrine. "Can I ask why you chose to make me a member of the consulate?" she asked. "We all have Diplomatic Passports, that's a really simple explanation," pointed out Layla An hour later they stood watching as Stephanie began teaching Layla to do her Mascara. Then it was their turn. Makeup took almost an hour, but finally they were ready, of the three Layla had the hardest time learning to walk in heels. The other two had learned about heels shortly after their escape. Layla had worn nothing but hiking boots and tennis shoes. Now she was experiencing what it meant to be a girl for real. Carrying a borrowed purse she followed the others noticing the way her own hips swayed as she walked. Then with a giggle to herself she realized they were all four in step with each other. Layla paid attention to everything, cataloging and mapping each turn and intersection. She was aware of the other two doing the same as they talked about different things. They were talking about what sort of skirts might be best for wearing when they needed something attractive yet still let them function as bodyguards when Layla mumbled, "Three cars back, blue BMW, 4dr." Corrine replied with "White van, next light. Third time it's intercepted our route." "Yep and the Red Audi is kind of cute as well as distracting, he must know where we're going. He keeps changing lanes." "Is that all?" asked Col Winters. "No but those are the primary players. The rest are like second string fill in's." Layla said. "Very good." The Col pulled laser pointers out of her purse. "Paint your targets so they know they've been made." "They aren't backing off, who are they?" "MI-6, and I bet they're just as curious about you three." Was the answer. They found a parking garage, and Stephanie explained they would be walking about half a block to the big shopping center. As they got out Layla ran her fingers through her long hair, then with a smile reached for her purse in the floorboard. Stephanie Winters noticed how the few strands of loose hair were allowed to fall naturally on the seat. With a smile she led the way, the three girls following close but not bunched up. They moved easily asking each other's advice as well as that of the Colonel. "You want to space out your purchases, don't jump into any one thing right away until you know for sure what you are going to want." Advised Stephanie. "What about our training gear?" Destiny asked. "It will be provided. And Ladies?" she paused to get their full attention. "Yes Mom," answered Layla as they all looked at her seriously. Her heart skipped a beat. "I will be training you to perform your duties as well as maintain a proper feminine grace." "What does that mean?" asked Destiny. "Look at my nails," she held out her hands. "These are my own nails, and I am proud of them. We will be getting yours done shortly. And you will learn to do everything without breaking a nail, or having a breakdown if you do." She could tell from their reactions that none of them had ever had long nails before. "In unarmed defense as well as offense, most people don't think about fingernails." To demonstrate her point she stabbed her fingers into a Melon on display at a fruit stand. She paid the merchant for the melon as well as three more. "Like your fingernails, your feet, or more accurately your shoes can be just as deadly. Never underestimate a good, comfortable pair of spike heels." She continued their initial briefing. "The key is knowing how to use what you've got at hand. I will teach you all of that as we go along." They became more conscious now of their choices in footwear, choosing heels that were actually sturdy as well as having real leather straps instead of cheap imitation. Finally they entered the Hair and Nail salon. Stephanie had allowed enough time to let them each get a trim and styling as well as half inch extensions on their nails. When they were given the thickest nails possible the woman looked at her puzzled at first. "Are you trying to discourage them, Ma'am?" she was asked. "No my girls are just learning, and they have a few Tomboy traits," she told the woman. "I want them to learn to be graceful and elegant." "Your Daughters will never be less than Elegant Ma'am." "Mom, can I get mine done in Purple?" asked Corrine. "I want Ice Blue," added Destiny. Layla was looking at a bright pink. Looking up she asked, "Please Mom?" "Of course girls. And we'll get some different colors for later." She said with a smile knowing that their little outing was being tracked by the SAS Training command using CCS cameras as well as those in the shops. The little vibration of her incoming text alerted her to Reggie's latest decision, 'Their Audi's will match their nails.' She also knew that he was going to use their individual favorite colors to identify them without having to use the other means available. After they left the salon she said, "See that shop over at the far end, Fifi's?" "Yes Momma." they each said. "We are going to lose our tails, and meet up there. I'll wait here to give you a head start. Now split up and just wander I'll be there in ten minutes." She watched as they each slowly split up. Then moved back around where she could watch them. "I see you have three new recruits," Andrew Lions stated behind her. "So who are they going to be a detail for?" "Andy, you know better than to ask. Besides I think Charlie's detail is going to find them hard to track, even with their flashy clothes." She saw one of the teen boys had already lost Destiny. Who was now shadowing him as she made her way toward their rendezvous point. She smiled, "I wonder what that one's final score will be?" "Damnit, how long have you been training them?" asked Andrew. "Forty three hours plus or minus." She turned smiling at him. Then looking at her watch she said, "I'll give your boys another five minutes." "Damn, the graders have lost your girls." He pointed to where the seven person team stood at stationary points overseeing the entire area searching for her girls. "Excuse me," she said. "Time to end your embarrassment." She stood up and walked quickly to Fifi's Boutique. Two of the female graders shadowing her as she made her way through the crowd. She knew they were there but wasn't trying to lose them. Just inside the boutique the second grader felt a hand rest on her shoulder. The first found herself pressed up against a display. "Well done girls, Samantha, Marie, What do you think of my Girls?" she asked. "Bloody Wicked, the lot of them. They're naturals." "Bloody shame to waste such talent on a PD." "You know these two Mom?" asked Layla giving the signal to let them go. "Girls, Sam and Marie are two of the training cadre." She introduced them. "Sorry," Corrine giggled handing back the little Walther PPK she'd taken from Marie. "Reggie was right, they are deadly." Commented Marie. "Oh Stephie, how nice to see you." A sales clerk had just joined them. "I see you brought me five new princesses." "Excuse us," the two grading agents left. "Hannah, I'd like you to meet my girls. Girls this is Hannah." "Hannah, my girls need Gaffs." The next half hour was spent finding them each a dozen of the special pantys used to hold things safely hidden away without causing injury. As they were getting ready to leave Destiny spotted the three boys again. "Shit, they're back." "Yes and they are paying for our dinner. Come let's not keep the gentlemen waiting. Introductions were made, and they found themselves in a quaint little bistro. "No shop talk, cautioned both Andrew and Stephanie. "This is just a friendly dinner." "Yes you'll get a chance to compete more on Monday." "Don't worry we'll keep the morning run short for you," said the one named Tom. Stephanie motioned with her eyes not to rise to the bait. Layla smiled, "Oh you mean like real quarter mile runs?" All three of the girls could run five miles at a dead run before beginning to slow. She'd shadowed Layla on foot for Nine miles, two days in a row before they made the contact, starting out as the girl started her run in the morning. The girls were feeling naughty after teasing the boys, and Stephanie noticed that Layla had suddenly gotten quiet. Something was bothering the girl, something in her past. After returning home she made sure to let them know that they could talk to her about anything, but didn't push. She was feeling a bit giddy having them there and every time one of them had called her Mom, she'd gotten excited. Ever since her old High School friend had contracted the SAS for her services she'd found a growing desire to know what it was to be a Mom and raise a daughter of her own. The fact that Reggie had assigned her as the controlling agent for a three teenage girl team had given her hopes. In fact it was while she was talking to Andrew in the shopping complex that he'd passed the note from the Commander. "Col. Winters" "I understand your team has introduced themselves as your daughters to a neighbor. I think that is actually a better cover than just sending them all along as individual students. It would also give you a better reason for being there." "Your thoughts please," Reggie The girls spent about two hours practicing with their makeup and doing things like texting and other things young girls should be able to do with long nails. It was during this time that she'd made her call to the Commander thinking they were too preoccupied to listen in. "Reggie, I think it's a wonderful idea. And I can't imagine any three girls, better suited to be my daughters." "I can't either they even look like you, we'll get started on the Documentation. I just wonder how they'll feel about it," he paused a moment. "Their DNA is almost as close to yours as Michelle's is with Maddie," he commented. "Well Sam and Marie got the impression they'd acted more like natural sisters than separate girls the same age." She told him. she really wanted to look at that DNA now or at the very least talk to Maddie about it. "They also said the girls looked on you as a mothering figure." "Reggie, I, it's a really good plan, let's see how they like it on Monday." "Mom!" she heard Corrine calling, a note of panic in her voice. "Reggie I gotta go," "Sure thing Mom," he said before he broke the connection. She hurried to see what was happening. "She got cold cream in her eye," said Layla almost as panicked as Corrine. "It's ok just keep rinsing it with water," advised Destiny. "It's just like when a guy Jizz's in your eye. It stings a lot but doesn't really hurt anything." She let the comment go and helped Layla rinse Corrine's eye out. "Now we'll just cover it with a wet cloth for a bit until it stops stinging. I'm sorry I wasn't here to warn you about that." "It's ok Mom, you were busy talking to Uncle Reggie," Corrine assured her. "Uncle Reggie? I wonder how he'll feel about that." she smiled. "Probably the same as you feel about us calling you Momma." Destiny said. "I never had a real Momma, and I doubt either of these two has either." She didn't say anything about Layla's lack of conversation, but definitely hoped she would open up about whatever was bothering her. It was around two AM when she heard a noise in the kitchen, she slipped on her slippers and pulled a thin robe on as she made her way down the stairs. The closer she got the more she was convinced someone was crying. Not turning on any lights she stepped into the kitchen. Layla sat at the table, a mangled twin blade safety razor lay on the table, the blades separated from it. Choosing not to notice it for the moment she said, "Can't sleep either?" and began heating up the kettle. After rinsing her hands she wiped them on a tea towel and let it fall covering the remains of the razor. Gently she let the tips of her fingers lift the tear streaked face. Her own eyes, fighting back her own tears at seeing the pain in those young gentle eyes. "Layla, I want to help you. Please tell me what it is that's bothering you," she urged. "I, I can't. I'm sorry but if you knew you'd hate me for being a monster." The tears came more freely now. "Sweetheart, nothing you could tell me would change the way I feel about you. You, and your sisters," she was aware the other two had crept to just around the corner in the hallway. "I'm, I'm not fit to be your daughter. I'm a, a," she began to sob openly and Stephanie pulled her tight into her embrace. Her free hand stroking her long soft hair. "If it's so terrible that you'd consider drastic measures, then maybe you really need to talk about it first." The head slowly lifted up. "I know what you were about to do. It doesn't help, it just makes it worse." "H, how do you know?" the tears had slowed down now. Stephanie extended her own forearm, "Look, they're a bit hard to see now but they were more horrible than anything I felt guilty for at the time." Her fingers trembling Layla let her finger tips caress the old scars from self-inflicted cuts. "Why don't you tell me and let me decide if it's worth taking up a razor blade?" "I, Mom I, I'm a murderer. I killed people." "Honey I know all about what you did in St Petersburg before you crossed the frozen wastes. And believe me that was kill or be killed, or worse." "No, not that. I, I murdered two men in Prague. I gutted them like animals." She buried her face in Stephanie's hair sobbing after the woman refused to let her go. Holding her tightly she let her mind think to the crimes she'd heard about that took place while the girl was in that city. The only two that stood out was the brutal Child rape case that had been reported by a young girl when she dropped the victim off at a hospital. And the mutilation style murder of two Secret Police officers in their Barracks Compound. "Layla, listen to me. You did what no one else there was prepared to do." "I murdered them, I'm not worthy of being anyone's daughter, not even if it's just pretend." "Not worthy? Layla, what you did wasn't murder. It was justice." "How can you say that?" "After those two were killed, the serial Rapes stopped. No more little girls have been hurt and tortured." "Serial?" "Yes and the government would have covered it up if they were turned in for it. You did a very good and wonderful thing even if it was a bit extreme." Stephanie told her. "And I'm proud of you for having the courage. As proud as I am to say that I hope I can find a way to make you my daughter for real. You and your sisters." "You really mean that? You would want someone like me for a daughter?" "Yes, you and your sisters. Who should stop standing in the hallway worrying about you." The next morning she had them put on their new dresses, after doing their makeup and hair. Then each of them looking hot enough to turn every head in the country she led them out to the car. "Where are we going Momma?" asked Destiny. "Good Morning Miss Winters," greeted the old woman from the day before. "A fine day to go to services isn't it?" "Yes Ma'am it surely is." "We're going to a church?" asked Layla astonished at the news. "Yes we are. But you don't have to believe in it if you don't want to. Personally I intend to go to thank who ever, for bring us together." "Do they still do the confessional stuff where you tell a priest and he forgives you?" asked Layla. "Yes Layla they do. It might help you get past Prague." She glanced up in the mirror at Destiny. "You might all find some comfort in being able to confess something that might be bothering you, or maybe ask for guidance." "No I'm all good on what I've done Momma," said Destiny. "It was what I had to do." "Did you really have some guy cum in your face and get it in your eye?" asked Corrine. "Ummm, yeah but I don't think we should discuss it in front of Momma." "Hey, we can tell Momma anything. She really cares about us. Besides I want to know how this whole confession stuff works. You never know when I might do something naughty," Corrine said. Unknown to the girls the microphone had picked up the conversation, the priest at the Cathedral would be one loyal to the SAS, but still a real priest. "Momma, those pills you were taking this morning, what are those for?" asked Layla. "Those are hormones, you know to keep my body in female form." "Really? You have to take hormones?" asked Corrine. "Umm, yes don't you?" The three looked at each other strangely. "No we were genetically altered. They gave us a gene to create some condition called Gynocomastia or something like that." Stephanie couldn't help herself as she hit the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road. "They did what? Oh my god. No wonder we couldn't track where you were getting your hormones," she smiled. "Of course you might not want to let the Princess know you don't have to take them too, you three are so lucky not to have to do that." They drove on to the big church and slipped into the cathedral. Once she and Layla had gone to confession they slipped out quietly and she took them to a little park. Stephanie had bought four loaves of bread at a convenience store and now they wandered out over the water on a foot bridge feeding the ducks. "I used to come here with my parents as a child," she told them. "Before my mother left. Then it was just me and Daddy." "Is, is he still alive? Your father I mean?" asked Corrine throwing a handful of bread pieces. The Colonel chuckled, pointing to a man sitting on a bench watching them. "He's right over there," she said a half second before Layla followed by the other two took off in his direction. She walked quickly yet gracefully over as they were talking to him. "Hello Sir, you look lonely sitting here by yourself," they began. "Do you, is my daughter responsible for your safety?" he asked in reply never taking his eyes off of her. "Not in the way you think sir, she's kind of ummm," Corrine began. "Kind of like our Momma," finished Destiny. "Kind of?" he looked at each of them then back to his daughter. "What do they mean Stephanie?" "I'm happy to see you too Daddy, and it's kind of complicated." "Daddy, you haven't called me Daddy in years' young lady. And how damned complicated can it be? Either you are their Mother or you aren't." he said. "Dad I want you to Meet Layla, Destiny and Corrine. And for the duration of this assignment their last name will be Winters, the same as mine." He looked at her long and hard then his eyes softened. "You want it to be longer though don't you?" he was speaking to his daughter. "Yes we do Grandpa, we never had a grandpa before." The three said almost in unison. Now he looked at the four before him closer. "I can talk to Barrister Middleton. He might have a few suggestions, but I'm afraid I can't do more than give you my open support as a father and hopeful grandfather." He took in the way they stood, the way they continually watched everything around them. "Let's go to the Briar Patch, and have some lunch. I'd like to get to know my almost granddaughters a bit better." The Briar Patch was a pub just off the park, and he insisted on buying. "Geoffrey Winters, now who are these young ladies you're bring in here? Are you trying to make me jealous?" teased a waitress "Estella, you remember my daughter Stephanie. These are her daughters, Corrine, Layla, and Destiny," he introduced them. Stephanie hadn't seen Estella since she was seventeen, so she wasn't surprised that the woman made the obvious connections. "You went and had yourself a batch of triplets did you? Well good on you girl, even if your father never mentioned them in all the times he bragged about how proud he was of you." Estella rushed off to return with fish and chips for everyone. Then returned again with Cherry Cheese Cake for their desert. "Daddy, we'll be by to visit every weekend but next semester the girls will be going to school in the States." She informed him. "The same school you got me into." Smiling he said, "So my granddaughters are just as special as my daughter. Does your Mother know yet?" "No Daddy, and I don't intend to tell her either. I wouldn't know where to begin to look for her if I cared." Destiny edged closer, "Momma, that woman in the corner is staring at us." Stephanie looked toward the woman who had just come in and sat at a corner table alone. "You knew she'd be here, didn't you?" she accused her father. "Yes, we meet every month and share what we know about you. Even if it's just that we haven't heard anything new." "Girls, finish your desert, I'll be outside," she turned and quickly left the pub. "Geoffrey, I'm sorry if my being here ruined your visit with Stephanie. But who are these young ladies?" "Ginger, these are our daughters, daughters. Corrine, Destiny, and Layla." He watched her face. "She, they, I never knew," she rushed outside after her daughter. At the doorway they could hear her. "Stephanie Lynn Winters, get back in here! Please, please I really do want to see you, and I don't want to have to make a scene in public." Not wanting to make a public scene either, she followed her mother back inside and saw that the rest had moved to a more private table. "Why all this sudden interest now mother? You didn't want me when I decided to become a girl." "Stephanie, I made a mistake that I've been paying for ever since. How many times have I tried to visit with you?" She said nothing. "One of the proudest moments of my life was sitting there at your graduation and watching you walk across the stage at Miss Clara's. Yes I stayed after you said you didn't want me there. I saw you graduate from Commando School, and the SAS Academy. So tell me, did you read any of my letters at all, or just throw them away?" "I, Mother I couldn't throw them away. But," "I knelt in the chapel at the hospital praying that god would bring you back to us after you were shot in Istanbul. I never prayed so hard in my life." Finally she reached up and let herself be hugged. "I know this doesn't change things. It doesn't make up for the past," her mother said. "But I am happy that I finally got to talk with you and tell you how much I love you and how proud I am of you." For the first time Stephanie Winters was unsure of herself, she didn't like it but just maybe her mother really did mean what she said. "Can I take you to dinner? You and your girls, and your father?" "I don't know, mother," she started to say. "It would be like we're a real family," mumbled Corrine a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Yeah we never had Grandparents before," added Destiny. "It could be helpful to know how to react." Geoffrey and Ginger Winters sat watching their daughter leave with the three girls. "I really do hope she lets me back into her life. But I have only myself to blame if this is all I ever get." Geoffrey reached over and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "What happened to us Ginger? Where did we go so wrong?" "You tried Geoffrey, you tried so hard to make it work, but I was too career focused. I wasn't ready to be a mother, and I was scared." She answered. His hand slid down her arm to catch hers, gently bringing it up to his lips. "And you never dated anyone else or took off the rings," he said kissing her fingers. "I know you still love me." "I'm sorry Geoffrey, I hurt you almost as much as I hurt our daughter," she dabbed at her tears only to have him pull her into his arms. "You actually accept her?" "I have always accepted who she is Geoffrey, I just didn't always understand it." The figure in the opposite corner watched and took notes, who was this man his secret love was with? And who were the woman and three girls that had been there earlier. Arthur followed her from the pub, and then later when the man picked her up at her Flat he followed them to the restaurant. The two sat kissing, holding hands, waiting to order. The man was a threat to his plans, he threatened to take her away. A few minutes later as the two sat in a passionate embrace, sharing a long drawn out kiss, the other woman and three girls entered and were shown to the table. They were dressed in frilly mid length dresses like they had worn earlier, except now they were more in keeping with an evening on the town. He noticed the almost shocked look on the woman's face, then one of the girls said, "Wow Gramma that's like Hot!" they all giggled. He wished he could get closer and hear what was going on, find out more. As they were getting ready to leave after a nice dinner, during which her father and mother shared their new plans to try marriage again, Stephanie wrote her address on a napkin and handed it to her mother. "We won't be there during the weeks, but from Friday evenings to way early Mondays we'll be home if you want to visit," Stephanie said. "You aren't shocked?" "Neither of you has ever taken off your rings, so I don't really think of you as divorced." That evening after the girls went to bed, Stephanie pulled the old trunk out of the closet. Opening it, she finally began opening and reading the letters at random, one by one, the tears flowing silently. She didn't hear the soft pad of bare feet as they entered behind her. But suddenly Layla was there beside her, kneeling in the floor in her nitie. When she looked up at her she saw the girl had been crying. "I'd give anything to have a real mother, even one I barely knew." Reaching up she pulled her into her lap, "I hope I can make that happen for you and the others." She became aware of the younger girls arousal as she kissed her softly. "Layla, I," but Layla's lips were hard against her own. Her tongue pressing feverishly between her lips. The girls raging desire seemed to ignite her own pent up needs. Needs she had denied for years, now rekindled as they caressed and fondled each other passionately, Stephanie gave in and let herself be pushed onto her back. Layla suckling her large nipples, as she squeezed the mounds of flesh gently. Gradually they shifted until they each had a leg between the others, there breasts pressed together, their tongues dancing as their hips ground each other's hardened cocks together until finally they both came, biting each other's lips to stifle the cries of orgasm. "If, if I can't be your daughter I want to be your Kitten. And then you'll be my Momma no matter what happens." The tears rolled freely from Layla's eyes down her cheeks to drip onto Stephanie's breasts. The older woman lifted her head and kissed the tears before pulling her head down to rest on those soft mounds. Stephanie suddenly realized that while she'd had her flings with both men and women, she now knew why neither had worked out. She wanted someone like herself. Only another Trans-girl could know how to satisfy her needs. She held Layla until she fell asleep. Then carefully tucked her into bed before making her way to the bathroom to clean up. Passing the door to one of the other bedrooms she heard them. "Do you think maybe next time one of us will get to play with Momma too?" "Shhh Corrine, I've got a plan. I think we'll just go climb in bed with them and find out if she loves us too." Lightly tapping on the door with her fingernail first, she pushed it open. "Girls, are you alright in here? I heard voices." She stepped quickly into the room and over to the bed. Both girls were naked and even in the dim glow from the hallway night light she could see the semen residue on their cheeks. Leaning over she lifted her knee onto the bed as she licked first one cheek then the other. "Mmmm, Sweet." she rolled and lay between them. "I was worried that you might get jealous, but I see you've already been playing." "Mom, momma it's not what it looks like," protested Corrine. "So you both didn't make each other cum with your mouths?" she pouted. "We want to be your Kittens too," Destiny said. "Aren't you worried about what might happen if they do let me adopt you for real?" "No Momma," answered Layla from the doorway. "Lots of Momma's and daughters have lesbian relationships, and even share men together." She was now crawling into the double bed. Stephanie kissed each one then said, "Come on Kittens, Momma has a bigger bed." The alarm went off before they were finished playing. "Remember girls. We mustn't let anyone know, Ok? At least not about all of us together. It's ok for you three, but I'm not so sure anyone would understand about me in the middle." Cautioned Stephanie. They followed her outside to the waiting SUV, and each took a seat, she watched as they scanned the neighborhood, silently conferring with each other. Soon they were on the highway headed out of town for the training center. "Ok, I want you to each be able to tell me about who the tails are. Vehicles, numbers, and possible threats. But think of it as a pop quiz, you never know which of your instructors might ask you, or when." They piled out of the Suburban at the edge of a twelve foot wide trail, four meter's corrected Layla in her mind. Noticing several other groups were already there. With a giggle Destiny nodded toward the three boys from before. Only two of the vehicles that had been following them pulled in at the nature trail. They paired up and began doing exercises, pushups, setups, and then squat thrusts. Finally as they began doing their stretches preparing for the run one of the boys came over to them. "So are you ready to run this morning?" he asked. "I don't know, are you?" Andrew their Mentor/Trainer walked up with the other two. "Did you ask them yet Rod?" "No, I doubt they could handle a good three mile run," he said. "Girls, are you going to let them talk about you like that?" asked Stephanie. "Yes Mom, it'll make it so much sweeter when we sit at the end of the trail waiting for them to pay up," stated Layla. "Oh so you want to make a bet on whose team finishes first?" Asked the muscle bound guy with Black hair. "What did you have in mind? Considering how badly we disgraced you the other day." Corrine asked. "Uhhh, how about the losers have to fix the winners lunch?" "I doubt any of you can cook. How about you scrub our backs in the showers afterward?" a number of other people had gathered around to listen to the banter. "Ok," said the apparent leader of the boys. How far do you want to run? Just to make it fair." "Mom, how longs this trail?" asked Destiny. With a grin she answered "Twenty Kilometers." "We'll give you a head start," stated Layla. "I'm still stretching out here." she bent forward with her legs together as her head touched her knees. "And when you're washing my back you can kiss this, big boy." She reached up patting her own ass. Everyone began laughing, and then Terrance the group leader leaned over and whispered, "When we leave you eating our dust, I'll accept a blowjob in the shower." "I doubt you could handle it, but sure why not." They lined up and then someone, an older guy with no hair said, "GO!" the girls just stood there waiting for Layla to yell go after the boys made the first curve. The girls having been trained and conditioned from birth settled quickly into their pace letting the boys race ahead knowing they'd be passing them before too much longer. They let the boys taunt them from ahead. At the 5Km mark they were neck and neck. The boys having to push a bit harder to keep up with them. The unnerving part for the boys was that the three girls and their Trainer remained silent as they ran, all four breathing through their noses. The girls were ahead at the 10Km mark, the instructors there noted it as they passed. The boys were beginning to get winded. And by the 15Km mark an instructor stepped out into the path and called a halt to the little race. "I'm sure you three can do what you claim. But those three have to be in shape for the combat obstacle course this afternoon." They were told. They used the last 5Km to walk down as the boys finally caught up to them out of breath. "You ready to pay up?" Layla asked as they started across to the shower facilities. "Terrance, remember you three made the bet," Andrew their trainer reminded them. With a giggle Destiny said, "We'll be waiting." In the showers no one said a word as the boys stripped off to join the girls. Everyone was used to communal showers so it wasn't strange for both boys and girls to be in there together. Seeing the girls naked though the boys stopped and just stared. "Well what are you waiting for, an invitation?" the girls held out the scrubby puffs and soap. "I wouldn't recommend dropping the soap if I were you," Layla said to Terrance. "Damn I'm going to really enjoy my first blow job too." "But we lost?" he looked at her confused. "Oh, you didn't plan on losing did you?" she grinned. "Still a bets a bet, and that little side addition you added on extends to the bet. But please remember, I've never had a blowjob before, so this will be interesting. Maybe if it feels good I might not be inclined to embarrass you so badly next time." The three girls were allowed to enjoy the winnings after the mornings run. Then Stephanie led them to the driving range to begin learning to drive like bodyguards. "This class has four stages," she began. "Beginning Driving, Defensive Driving, Offensive Driving and Basic Mechanics." There were four little Audi A-6's parked in a ring, nose to nose. Corrine giggled seeing the colors, "They match our nails." Blue, Purple, Pink and Red. Walking toward the red one Stephanie said, "Then I guess you know which one is yours?" "Really Momma?" Stephanie popped the hood. "These are hard cars, and they are your's. As of this minute no one else will drive them and it is your responsibility to maintain them," she pulled the dipstick and wiped it off before checking the oil. Then looked to see her girls doing the same thing, noting that none of them needed guidance as they checked the rest of fluids and connections. Layla walked around kicking each tire. "There's a tire gauge in the console," she said. Then noted they each checked the door placard for the recommended inflation. When they were done she motioned them over to her own car. "This is the Lo-Jack, this is the training PC, it tracks speed, gears, direction of travel, turns, basically everything you do in the car. If your windows are up, down, the stereo volume, if you open a door, pop the hood or the trunk, what your tire inflation is," she paused to see that they understood what she was saying. Motioning them around to the driver's door she opened it and pointed to the four cameras, two front and two back. "Cruise control on opens the radio link between our cars, everything you say while it is on is live between our four cars, and the training center." She pointed to the forty foot Airport style tower at the edge of the driving range. "Good morning Miss Winters, nice day for a drive isn't it?" asked a voice from the speakers. "Yes it is. We're going to see how much my daughters know so I know where to begin," she informed the range controller. "Do they know how to handle a stick?" "That sounds like a challenge," she observed. "There were no records of them having vehicle instruction before," pointed out the person in the control room. She ignored the bait for the moment. "I'll start out slow, you try to keep up with me as I get faster." She waited until they each were behind the wheel of their own car then started off. "Oh yeah baby, show Momma what you got?" giggled Corrine ten minutes later as she slid sideways through a curve before straightening out and trading off the lead with Destiny. "Is that all you got Momma?" giggled Layla. "Reggie, activate the obstacles," called out Stephanie. "Girls, your job here is to catch your Target," she told them. "Pin me in if you can." It was getting harry, the girls were better than she thought, and she wondered if there was something they'd missed in their records from the 'Palace'. When they had her in a right hand box against a two foot barrier on her left she reacted by instinct, hitting the brakes as she cut the wheel, then flooring it, the ass end came around at a right angle to the barrier. Her red Audi flipped as it continued around facing the opposite direction as it flipped up and over the barrier landing on its wheels. "What the fuck!" yelled all three girls at the same time as they down shifted spinning their cars around to parallel her on their own side of the barrier. She began slowing down as she drove back to the parking lot. "I'd have to say they're ready for the advanced courses, what do you think Reggie?" "Damn where the hell did they learn to drive like that?" They all three giggled, "Video games Uncle Reggie." Destiny was walking around her