L.I.S.S.A. C. CH5 R and D (Research and Development)
Dr. Daniels walked briskly up the hallway toward his office. His white lab coat swirled back and forth behind him as he had no time to waste. It was not every day that the chairman of his project division came for a visit, but then again this was not a big surprise. It had been more than 18 months since his last visit, and the program had been only in its infancy. As he seated himself behind his desk, Jack new he was going to be in the hot seat for a while.
It never was any fun having to meet with the representative from the ‘company’. As far as Jack was concerned his superior was an asshole, a throwback to a more Neanderthal state of mind that should have been discarded from society thousands of years ago. But, he was the man with the money so catering to his whims meant not only employment, but the resources necessary to complete a lifelong dream and engineering marvel.
“Good morning Dr.,” the CIA agent stated in his somewhat gravely sounding voice as he strode into the office. Jack was always impressed with the neatness of his suit and his outward appearance whenever he was around. Never ever a wrinkle or stray piece of lint anywhere could be found, and his shoes were always polished to a mirror finish, indicating some kind of military background. ‘Yea, it’s amazing how you can mask a piece of shit in a shiny wrapper’, Jack thought to himself as he stood up to greet his boss. As much disdain as he felt toward him, Jack would be on his best behavior today.
“Good morning Sam,” he replied as he stepped from behind his desk to greet his visitor with a firm hand shake. “How was your flight?”
“Let’s forget the cordialities this morning,” he replied as he returned the hand shake. “I want to know the status of the A63 Recon program and I had better be impressed.” His directness was not all that uncommon, and Jack was familiar with his no bullshit attitude, but this was a bit out of the norm. Jack could tell that his patience was wearing thin and results would be required. It was time to show this old fart a thing or two about modern technology.
“What do you mean,” Jack asked as he retreated back to his chair and began typing on his lap top. “The program is far ahead of where we had projected it to be at this time, and our results have been outstanding.”
“Cut the crap Jack,” Sam retorted as he sat down and crossed his legs. “So far I haven’t seen shit come out of this office, and to be quite frank with you, many of the members of congress are beginning to ask where the 900 million dollars they have spent on this project has gone!”
Jack’s fingers were a blur on his keyboard until he made one last key stoke before hitting enter. “I can assure you that the money has been well spent. Our Research and Development team has made considerable breakthroughs in the last 18 months, and the progress of the program is to a point of field trials and analysis.”
“Field trials and analysis?” The suited man was now getting really pissed off, and his body language was proving it. “Are you fucking kidding?! Your department was tasked with the design and implementation of a field recon and tactical analysis devise for the purpose of gathering and processing Intel in a timely and effective manner. That was 3 fucking years ago Jack! And so far all I have seen is some gobbly gook on paper that makes no sense to anyone other than some pencil neck cyber geek!” Jack could see the veins starting to stand up on his neck as the level of his anger grew.
It was right then that the office door swung open and Lissa stepped in carrying a tray with two coffee cups. “Good morning gentlemen,” Lissa said as she stepped up next to the seated CIA agent, “coffee?” Dressed in a skirt and jacket business suit, Lissa’s black high heels sported the same glossy shine as Jacks visitor.
Looking up to his left Sam looked squarely into Lissa’s emerald green eyes. “Who are you,” he stated as he slowly reached for the steaming hot cup.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jack quickly stated as he looked on the encounter with a very slight grin on his face. “This is my secretary, Lissa C.”
The agent never changed the direction of his gaze as he gently picked up the cup of coffee. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he continued as he settled back into his chair.
Lissa smiled while her cheeks blushed ever so slightly from the compliment afforded to her by the older man and let out a faintly audible hum. “Thank you sir,” she replied as she took a small step back. “Two sugars and heavy on the cream, yes?” As she said this she slightly cocked her head to the side as she awaited his answer.
So far the agent had not changed his gaze, even when he gave a small nod of agreement to her statement. He was still looking directly into the emerald green pools of her eyes as he brought the cup to his lips for a taste. “Mmmm…” he hummed as the small sip danced across his taste buds. “Now that’s a good cup of Joe.”
“Thank you sir,” she replied before turning to her left to bring the other cup to Jack.
“Where have you been hiding this one Jack?” the agent asked as he scoped Lissa from head to toe while she delivered the second cup.
“She hasn’t been hiding,” Jack retorted while picking up the second cup. “Lissa has spent most of her time in the lab and doing research for me.” He didn’t lie. Lissa really had been in the lab, being assembled. And she really had been doing research. Program integration and data transfer. But Jack was not ready to let the cat out of the bag just yet. He had the agency on the hook, now it was time to slowly reel them in. With a little flip of his finger Lissa turned and faced the agent again, affording him a full frontal view of her in her business suit.
“Will there be anything else?” she asked point blank as she took two steps toward him.
Once again Sam’s gaze locked onto her emerald green eyes. “You know,” he said as he scooted forward in his chair and sat up tall, “you’re just about the prettiest thing I’ve seen in the last 20 years.”
Again Lissa’s cheeks blushed ever so slightly at the compliment from the older man. “Thank you sir,” she said as she brought her hands down to her sides. “If there is nothing else gentlemen,” she continued as the agent abruptly stood up for her exit, “Have a good day.”
With a smile and a quick glance in Jacks direction, Lissa turned to head toward the door. For her first few steps she remained in eye contact with the agent before she turned her head to exit, her high heel shoes making a quiet clicking sound against the polished marble floor as she left the room.
“If that is where some of that 900 million went,” he stated as he resumed his seat, “then I would say that was money well spent.” Jack just smirked at the agents’ folly, he was completely aware of the fact that this idiot was still in the dark. “Now,” the agent resumed in a considerably more subdued tone of voice, “about the A63 project.”
Jack could tell that Sam’s demeanor had changed drastically from the time he walked in until after his interaction with Lissa. It was time to show him a thing or two about modern technology. “Per charter, the A63 is a tactical infiltration and autonomous information seeking system, fully capable of independent observation and data gathering with an integrated octometric quad stacked hybrid hex core processing system with a double 2200 bit crossed helix multi phasic bridge.”
“God damn it, in English Jack.” Responded the agent as he set his empty coffee cup down on the side table.
“Let’s take a walk,” Jack said as he quickly typed on his lap top before standing up with it. “I think it might be better if I just showed you.”
As the two men approached the office door it swung open to allow Lissa to step in. For the first time ever during the ten years that Jack had dealt with this representative from the CIA, he watched in amazement as he stepped aside to allow the pretty blonde egress into the office. “Excuse me,” Lissa said politely as she yielded the right of way to the two men.
“That’s quite alright little lady,” the agent answered as he took a step to the side to allow her passage. “You just go right ahead.”
Jack again noticed that the agent was in a dead eye lock with Lissa as soon as the door opened. The hypno protocols were definitely doing their job, but perhaps they were a bit too strong for the ageing man. But it was the kind of proof that Jack was looking for. Two brief encounters with Lissa and already his character had changed. He was subtly bending to the will of Lissa.
Jack began speaking again as soon as the door closed behind them. “One of the primary objectives is information gathering. Aside from reading it online, we need some way to interact with the targeted subject and extract critical information either willingly or through alternative measures.” The two men began walking down the corridor as Jack continued.
“Our first idea was a virus that could be uploaded into SIRI or some other ‘autonomous’ intelligent system. But research showed that when a system like that started asking too many questions, the owner simply turned it off and discontinued using it. We needed something that the target was willing to interact with and could keep his or her attention while critical information was being accumulated.”
The two men turned a corner and began down another long hallway when the agent spoke up. “Get to the point Jack,” he said with a little bit of his previous anger returning, “Because so far you’re not blowing up my skirt.”
“That’s exactly my point.” Jack stopped and turned the knob to a door to his left. Swinging the door out of the way he looked at the agent. “We needed something that would keep and maintain the attention of our target. It was a young tech intern who came up with the idea of a talking ‘mannequin’ instead of a computer virus or simple sub routine.”
The two men stepped into a large room that had sand bags piled up against the walls on all sides to a height of about 8 feet. The room was easily 300 feet long and probably just as wide and high. It was extremely well lit with several different obstacles at various places, one of which was the shot up hulk of an old 1990’s model Cadillac 4 door sedan. In the far corner what looked like a section of a multi-story office building complete with AC units on the roof and sidewalks in front of it. The bulk of the rest of the room looked more like a park with numerous trees, low rolling hills that were covered with artificial grass, and random objects you might see in any municipality ranging from a small building housing bathrooms for men and women, to a hot dog vending machine at the confluence of 5 sidewalks.
“This is our indoor testing range,” Jack stated as the two headed for the control booth in the right hand corner. “In here we can test anything up to 50 caliber and hand thrown percussion grenades. It’s our testing ground for the A63.”
Sam glanced around as the two continued to walk toward the control booth, a small but roomy two story structure set in the corner of the test range and covered completely with bulletproof glass. He had seen many of these, especially when he had gone to some of the SEAL training facilities to recruit men for various assignments. So this, while seeming somewhat ‘sterile’ by his standards, was old hat.
“The other main goal is to have some kind of defensive system in place to ensure the safe keeping and delivery of the intelligence.” Jack opened the door and allowed the man to step into the isolated safe zone of the indoor firing range.
“I can see how you guys might be enjoying yourselves playing paint ball in here on the weekends,” he stated as he took up a seat in front of the large pane of bulletproof glass, “but so far you’re not getting me hot.”
“Ok Sam.” Jack said as he stopped next to him and gazed out across the empty firing range. “What would it take to prove to you that this project is moving forward? A sample of the A63’s Intel gathering abilities? Or do you want to see it blow the shit out of some stuff in some simulated combat?”
“I’ve seen plenty of simulated combat,” the agent answered as her turned his seat to face Jack, “and in my books it’s nothing compared to the real world.”
“Yea,” Jack answered as he began punching in some commands from the console to the man’s right. “But in those situations, how many times did the attackers use live ammunition while your team was unarmed?”
“You can’t do that.” Sam was quick to respond, “That’s suicide. The casualty rate is unacceptable for any training forum.”
“Is it now?” Jack responded as he finished typing commands into the console. “Just watch this,” he stated as the lighting in the room changed to that of early evening and the streetlights scattered throughout the room illuminated the small circles in their area.
At the far left a door opened and a single person stepped into the testing room. It appeared to be a woman in running shoes, shorts, a sports top, and a baseball hat. When the door closed she stopped in place and remained motionless. “That is the A63,” Jack stated. At the far right of the room, almost unperceivable from their position, three doors opened and a small fire team of 8 entered the room and took up tactical positions. “Seal team 8,” Jack commented. “They have been instructed to use lethal force to subdue their target.” As soon as they quit moving red signal lights mounted on the outside walls began flashing while a warning siren blared the final warning.
“Live fire exercise,” the automated female voice over the speakers blared out as the red lights spun around in circles. “Clear the area. Live fire in five… four… three …two … one.”
With the last count the red lights switched off and the simulation began. To the left the single person jogged out into the open areas while the fire team dispersed into several different tactical positions. One pair moved straight forward while five moved into flanking positions, leaving one as a rouge element in the upcoming fray.
The first shot resonated through the room like a solitary firecracker on a moonless night. Instantly the tone of the room changed as the solitary individual from the left took on the semblance of a father defending his kid from an attacking dog. Almost instantly shots rang out from all directions.
Sam sat in awe as the single female moved at an incredible speed, running considerably faster than any normal human could. When a grenade landed directly in front of her she leaped almost twenty feet in the air and in a great arc, clearing the area completely as the grenade detonated harmlessly beneath her.
“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed as his attention was now completely focused on the woman in the sports outfit. “How in the hell did she do that?”
The men kept watching the woman run through the grassy areas while Jack began to explain. “Advanced electro-biometric robotics,” he stated just as she leaped again to land between two of the assaulting seal team members.
It took less than 2 seconds before she was moving on, leaving both of the seals unconscious on the ground. A roundhouse swing by her right hand and a single kick from her left foot completely incapacitated both of the well trained soldiers. Both strikes were so fast they were almost unperceivable to the naked eye. Once the two men were on the ground machine gun fire peppered the area, forcing the woman to the ground. Instead of being pinned in place, she flattened her body against the ground and used only her hands and feet to quickly move to an area of better cover, completely unseen by her assailants. Once behind a small group of bushes she stood up.
“One of the things we were able to achieve is exceptional strength through the use of micro graphite tubular musculature.” Jack seemed to have a small smack of pride to his tone as he began revealing some of the characteristics of his creation. “Linked to a titanium undercarriage the A-63 is capable of lifting an SUV, if necessary.”
As he spoke the combat in the firing range continued. While the fire was focused on the area where the first two seals had gone down, the woman circled behind the second group of two which were approaching the spot from the far left. Neither one of them got so much as a glimpse of their approaching adversary before they were both laying on the ground unconscious. Immediately the amount, and direction, of the fire in the room changed drastically.
From her new position the woman bolted to her right, at what Sam guessed was almost 50 miles per hour. It took her less than 2 seconds to traverse from the far side of the room to a position almost against the wall directly to the observers’ right, a distance of almost three hundred feet! In a continuous fluidity of motion she ran away from the observation booth to take up a position behind the single group of three soldiers who, by this time, were somewhat confused and unsure of where their target was.
“Watch this,” Jack stated as he quickly punched a few buttons on the console in front of him. Immediately a projection appeared on the glass in front of the two men, giving them a bird’s eye view of the soldiers in their position.
The first soldier of the three never had a chance. Barely getting his head turned to the right his lights were put out by a quick knee to the temple. It was only when he hit the ground that the other two spun around. The first one was able to block the kick to his head with his rifle while the other quickly pulled a knife and moved in for an attack. Swinging rapidly the first strike glanced off the woman’s upper bicep, slicing through the material of her sports top but not breaking the skin below. As he started to swing again the other soldier, to the woman’s left, sent a quick kick toward her head while punching at her ribs at the same time.
The next set of sequences happened so fast Sam was not able to clearly see what happened. The second swing of the knife struck the woman at almost mid abdomen before trailing up her side and slicing through the lower portion of her sports top under her right arm, the blade never penetrated the skin. As soon as the soldiers arm swung out into the clear to the right and slightly behind her she knocked the knife out of his hand with a very quick downward swing of her right arm without even turning her head. The blow to the ribs on her left side struck solidly, but instead of the force causing all of the air to evacuate from the woman’s torso, the soldier immediately pulled his arm back and clutched at his wrist, a look of extreme pain distorting his face. A quick swing with her right arm and a small jump with a flying knee to the left sent both of the soldiers sprawling out on the ground unconscious.
“Holy fuck!” Sam exclaimed as he watched the woman make a quick assessment of the area.
It was right then that a single gunshot rang out. With the camera still focused on the woman Sam could see the impact of the round strike the woman right in the middle of her chest, the white material of her sports top shredding open as the high velocity round exploded on impact. Immediately the woman’s head turned to the right as she bolted to her left. Sam sat flabbergasted as he watched the woman traverse back across the open area and charge back into harm’s way.
“We integrated multiple layers of Kevlar into her skin,” Jack commented as the woman jumped from the ground to the rooftop of the two story building in a single bound. “Able to withstand a 50 caliber round from long distance, at close range the high velocity .223 and standard NATO rounds just bounce off.”
As he spoke the woman engaged the man on the roof and knocked him out in short order. With all of the seal team incapacitated Jack hit the “Stand down” button. Instantly the red lights came back on and the automated female voice blared out over the loud speakers. “Live fire exercise concluded, hold your fire. Safe all weapons and return to safe areas. All clear for safety teams and medical crews.”
As the message repeated one more time Jack continued with his explanation to the CIA representative. “Up close you can’t feel or see the Kevlar integration. The external coating is just as soft and supple as a baby’s butt.” As he concluded the door opened and the female participant walked up to the two men. Sam was surprised.
“Sam,” Jack stated as he walked over to the young woman stand in front of them, “You remember my ‘secretary’ Lissa C? Lissa, stand still for inspection and debrief.”
“How in the hell is that possible?” Sam stated as he rose to his feet and walked over to her. “You’re playing some kind of trick, right?”
He looked very intently at Lissa who stood absolutely still in front of him. Sure enough there was the knife slash through the right shoulder of her top, as well as the slash under her right arm. He stepped right up to her and looked at the impact point on her chest. There was only a very faint mark in between her tits on her skin where the high velocity round had impacted and exploded.
“It’s no trick Sam.” Jack stated as he stepped up beside Lissa. Waving a small object next to her right ear he had concealed in his hand, Jack activated the diagnostics and evaluation routine for Lissa. Immediately Lissa spread her feet apart and stretched her arms out to her sides while a seam opened up straight down the middle of her chest. With most of her top already destroyed due to the bullet impact it took very little pressure for the rest of the top to rip, allowing her chest to open up but also exposing both of her breasts in the process. The two halves of her chest opened outward to reveal the intricate mechanical workings inside her.
“The A-63, as you know it, was just an idea for an information gathering and recognizance program. What you have here is a Lethal Infantry Specialist and Situationally Active Combatant,” Jack stated as he stepped up to her left, “or as we call her here, Lissa C.” As Jack explained the workings, Sam looked around inside the open chest of the woman in front of him. “Lissa is fully capable of instant DNA analysis via her onboard micro lab and isolation unit. Coupled with a secured satellite uplink, she is able to transmit data from virtually anywhere in the world through the bio antenna embedded in her skull.”
“But what does she have to do to get the DNA sample,” Sam asked as he looked from the open chest back into the emerald green eyes of Lissa who stood absolutely motionless. He was still captivated by the flawless beauty of her face. As his gaze moved from her face to her hair his right hand came up to envelope her bare left breast.
“You just watched her take out an eight man seal team with her bare hands, right?” Jack asked as he stepped back over to the console only to start typing at an incredible rate.
Sam replied, “Yea,” as he stepped over to the console to see what was being displayed.
“Here are the DNA profiles of all eight team members, taken during the encounters on the floor.” As Jack said this he pulled up a screen showing the classified information of all eight team members. “And it’s all immediately available for download once the DNA mapping is complete. She has micro sensors embedded in her fingertips, allowing her immediate DNA extraction within a microsecond. All it takes is one skin cell.”
As Jack continued to reveal Lissa’s secrets he stepped back over to her. Reaching in to her open chest he pressed a small switch before grasping the waist band of her shorts only to pull them down to her knees. With the remainder of her torso now exposed, Lissa’s abdomen opened all the way down to the top edge of the landing strip just above her groin.
“She also has an onboard freezer and encapsulation unit for DNA samples taken during sex.” As he explained this he reached in to the pit of her stomach and withdrew a small white capsule. As he lifted it the appearance of steam came from the small oval object. “This is a frozen sperm sample she collected last night at an event in which she was deployed.” He held the frozen capsule up so the CIA agent could look at it. “She is fully capable of gathering such samples through any of the orifices of her body, or through absorption in her skin.”
“You mean to tell me you made her able to fuck?” Sam asked with a look of complete awe and disbelief on his face.
“Oh yea!” Jack stated as her replaced the capsule back in the storage compartment before stepping back from her. “Lissa, inspection concluded. Activate seduction routine 2.”
Immediately Lissa’s abdomen closed up followed by her chest; re-concealing her intricate inner workings under her flawless skin. As she pulled her shorts off the rest of the way, leaving her standing completely naked with only her shoes and socks on, Jack placed two ear plugs in his ears. Satisfied that he was safe he leaned back against the console and watched as Lissa turned her attention to Sam with a viciously wicked grin on her face.
“Hey big boy,” Lissa said in her most seductive voice while she turned to face the older man. Immediately her nipples stood up hard on her breasts as she took a small step toward the bewildered agent. “I’ve been watching you. And I think you would just love to stick that big hard monster of yours up inside me.” As soon as she finished speaking she began humming.
For Sam his reaction was immediate. The first thing that happened is that his cock went from zero to titanium in a microsecond, followed by his pulse rate quickening and his desire to fuck this ‘little’ girl till her pussy snapped shut permanently. “You’re goddamn right I would!” he responded as he immediately began shucking his clothes while his eyes remained locked to Lissa’s. “Turn around!” he commanded as he dropped his boxers to the floor and approached Lissa while licking his chops.
“Be easy with me,” Lissa cooed as she turned around and bent over at the waist, presenting her pussy like it was a solid gold gift.
Jack stood and watched as his BOSS; the man who could end his career with a simple word grabbed Lissa by the hips and slammed his cock up into her. Immediately he began fucking Lissa like it was illegal, slapping his groin against her ass while his own saliva frothed out of the corner of his mouth. Jack hit the record button on the console so the cameras in the booth would preserve this moment because it was epic!
Lissa played her part to perfection, letting out the correct kind of ‘Oooh’s and Aaah’s’ while Sam attempted to destroy her from behind. “Oh God yes!” Sam bellowed out as the sweat began to pour off his forehead and run down his chest. “You’re such a good little pussy.” He was hammering into Lissa so hard she had to put her hands against the console to keep from being pushed across the room.
“Thank you daddy,” Lissa said in the sluttiest little girls’ voice she had as she suddenly squeezed her pussy tightly around the old bucks’ member.
Sam lost it instantly. His next ‘in’ stroke lifted Lissa’s feet completely off the floor. Jack looked on as Sam’s knuckles turned white from the force he was applying to her hips as his cock suddenly exploded inside her. “OH FUCK YEA!” he half screamed as his cock blasted cum up into the country’s 900 million dollar investment. Sam jerked and spasmed while he maintained his death grip from hell on Lissa’s hips, not yielding an inch until his orgasm was completely finished.
Jack hit a few keys on the control panel. Grinning like a possum’ eating a sweet potato, Jack looked on the encounter with a certain degree of satisfaction and accomplishment. When it appeared that Sam had recovered enough Jack spoke up. “Now tell me that’s not the best pussy you have ever had?!”
Sam looked over at Jack before he looked down at the bare ass in front of him that was parked solidly against his own groin. “What the fuck just happened?” he said in a lost state as he stepped back only to pull his cum slickened dick out of Lissa’s body.
“We call it ‘HARMONY’,” Jack stated while Sam gathered his senses and pulled his shorts and pants back into place. “Micro tremors in her voice allow her to instantaneously hypnotize anyone that has been targeted or is in the immediate vicinity.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows and gestured with his hands as he slowly walked around Lissa while he gave his explanation of what had just happened. “The hum affects several centers in the brain, including the pleasure center and the cerebral cortex. Certain approach protocols determine her level of discretion and modesty when hypnotizing a specific target. As a result, the targeted person wants nothing more than to try and fuck her in half. During which time Lissa is fully capable of conducting an interrogation completely unaware to the subject. After which, if we so desire,” Jack continued as he ran his hand over Lissa’s hip before grasping her firm ass, “She can render the target completely incapable of remembering the encounter with just a simple hum, or terminate the target.”
Sam pulled his handkerchief out of his pocked and wiped some of the sweat from his forehead as he looked at Lissa again.
“You wanted some real proof of her intel gathering abilities?” Jack stated as he took a seat at the console only to type in a few short commands. “Lissa,” he said, resulting in the girls head turning to face him directly. “Give report for last encounter with Sam.”
Sam turned his head to look upon the naked woman as Lissa prepared to ‘enlighten’ the CIA representative with Intel that would make his head snap.
“General Samuel David Whitmore,” Lissa stated in a loud and clear voice. “Born in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1948 to Marcus and Ester Whitmore, an only child. You have always shown the natural kind of leadership abilities the military drools for.” Lissa turned her gaze to her right so that she was looking at Sam squarely in the eyes. “As a boy you liked playing army with your closest friends, yet you had a certain weakness for the girls. Particularly Jennifer Oransby who you had a tremendous crush on from first grade all the way up until you took her virginity at the age of thirteen.” The look on Sam’s face indicated not only surprise but bewilderment as well.
Lissa continued, “You excelled in sports and were the team captain of your football team at Little Rock Central High School where you graduated with honors. After which you attended West Point Military Institute with a 4.0 GPA and were immediately deployed as a company commander in Vietnam. During your second tour of duty you were shot in the left leg and arm during a raid in the city of Dac-To in 1969, resulting in the first of two purple hearts and …”
“That’s all well and good,” the CIA agent interrupted, stopping Lissa in mid-sentence. “Anyone can look up my education and military career.”
Instantly Lissa changed her tone and took a step toward him. “Your wife’s name is Li-Trin. She was a twenty year old school teacher in the city of Don-Loc when you met her. You used you position to pull some strings with the state department and managed to get her out of the country before the Tet offensive.”
Jack looked at Sam, who was now sitting with his mouth hanging open, as Lissa continued with her report.
“Despite numerous attempts you were never able to have children with her. The actual reason is due to low sperm count. In ‘72 you were approached by the CIA after you successfully sniffed out and arrested 2 NVA officers posing as friendly contacts to the theatre headquarters. The ghost report says you found them out while sleeping with one of the two women and she started talking in her sleep.”
The look of astonishment that raced across Sam’s face said it all as Lissa continued her report. “You own 5 houses on three different continents, have two lovers whom you regularly visit when on ‘official’ company business, and you have a dog named Buttons. You were part of the ‘Grey Citizen’ program in 1985 at Groom Lake and continued until operation ‘Magna-Light’ replaced it and you were pushed out by an overly ambitious Colonel with eyes on the pentagon and the NSC. You continued with…”
“Enough!” Sam suddenly blurted out as he stepped back from Lissa and crossed his arms. “Under article 17 of the NSC veil and cloak protocol you WILL delete any and all recorded files obtained by this asset immediately, followed by a complete sweep and reformatting of its logic and information gathering circuits!” Sam was not fucking around by any definition of the situation. “Furthermore, you will then relinquish all control of this asset and any associated materials necessary for disassembly and examination.” As he said this Sam produced a pistol from his inside suit pocket and aimed it squarely at Lissa’s forehead. “Failure to comply will result in immediate termination of this program followed by imprisonment.” When Sam made this statement he turned and looked at Jack through partially squinted eyes while keeping his gun trained on Lissa’s forehead.
There was no way Jack was going to let Lissa, or any of his materials, into the hands of this lunatic. It was time to put the technology he had invented to work for him. “Ok,” Jack said calmly as he turned slowly to face the console. “This will just take a second,” he said as he keyed in the commands for Lissa to start humming again.
“Don’t fuck with me!” Sam bellowed as he swung the gun from being aimed at Lissa to pointing it directly at the back of Jack’s head. “Dump her fucking memory!”
“Alright,” Jack responded as his fingers blurred through the necessary commands to hypnotize him instantly. “You asked for it.” (Click) Enter.
With the last key stroke Lissa began humming. Instantly Sam froze in place like a statue, unable to move or even think as Lissa stepped up to his side. “Why don’t you give me that gun big boy,” Lissa stated as she held out her open hand, palm up. There was no hesitation from the older man. Immediately he withdrew his aim from Jacks head and placed the pistol into Lissa’s palm.
“That was easy enough,” Jack stated as he began typing commands on the keyboard at lightning fast speed. “Lissa, take Sam over to the couch and make him comfortable until I get back.”
“Let’s go have a seat, meaty britches,” Lissa stated quietly in a multi harmonic voice as she gestured toward the couch on the back wall. It was like leading a lamb to the slaughter. Sam followed the directions quietly and sat down with Lissa to his immediate right on the large leather couch. It could not have worked out any better for Jack as he continued typing in commands. With the success he had seen so far there was nothing to slow him, or his research, down any more. With one last stroke of his finger Jack got up and sauntered over to where the CIA man sat. Sam was sitting peacefully staring out blankly into space directly in front of him with Lissa humming softly to his right side. It was right then that the far door of the observation room opened and another single female figure strode in to the room.
As she approached the trio Jack began speaking to the company man as if they had been in conversation the whole time. “I am so glad you and your assistant came to check out the progress of the A-63 program,” he stated as the young Asian girl stepped up immediately to his left only to begin humming at the exact same frequency as Lissa. As soon as she started her hum Lissa stopped hers, leaving absolutely no interruption of the tranquil sound he had already been listening to. “Your assistant has been fully briefed with all the information you need to evaluate the A-63 program.” As he said this he stood up and extended his hand. Almost as if on cue Sam stood up as well and extended his hand.
“Thank you Jack for the demonstration,” he responded as he shook Jacks hand.
“And thank you for coming Miss….” Jack stated as he extended his hand toward the Asian model of the A-63 standing to his left.
“That’s Linn,” Sam stated as he buttoned his suit jacket and stepped over to the pretty Asian girl. “She’s only been with me for a short while but has already proven her worth 20 times over.”
“Linn,” Jack repeated as he gently shook her hand, “I’ll have to remember that. Now you take good care of my friend Sam here.”
“Oh I will,” she responded as she stepped over next to the CIA agent.
“Lissa,” Jack stated as he stepped back from the two. “Put on a lab coat and show our guests out please.”
“Yes sir Dr. Daniels,” Lissa responded as she quickly donned a hanging lab coat from the back wall and buttoned the two buttons at her waist.
“I have to tell you Jack,” Sam stated just before he turned to head toward the door, “I am impressed with your program.” But then he looked at his assistant before looking at Lissa with an observant eye. Even though the two were absolutely identical in size, weight, and abilities, Sam’s gaze stopped at his assistant with a noted sign of approval. “I still think my assistant is prettier than yours.” With that said he turned and headed toward the door with his arm gently shadowing the waist of Linn. “I’ll be in touch…” was the last thing he said before the door closed behind the trio.
Jack sat down and quickly picked up the receiver of the phone on the console. It only rang half a ring before being picked up on the other end. “Yes Dr. Daniels,” the young male voice responded.
“Begin an immediate reprogram for the A-63.2. Her name is now Linn. We need background, history for her, complete alias with security clearance and we need to know why Sam would have picked that name and what her last name should be. Call in who you have to and pull double shifts. Full overtime authorization is granted. This has to be beyond air tight. Work up protocols for integration with Sam’s wife that will be unquestionable and have a brief ready for me in the morning. This is command priority Beta 1. Copy?”
“Yes Dr. Daniels,” the young male voice replied.
“I want you in my office in 5 minutes,” Jack stated as he stood up and hung up the phone at the same time. Jack now had the ‘in’ he had always dreamed of having over at Langley. With Linn as Sama’s new assistant, Jack would now have the most sophisticated intelligence gathering device on the planet in the most highly secured office building in the world. With eyes and ears on everything that would go through Sam’s office, Jack had almost a free ticket to do as he wanted. This morning had turned out far better than he had ever imagined. Today was a very pretty day!
The End Ch5