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                        DNA III - Part 10

	With DNA III I tried to write all the parts at once before 
releasing it. It works for some, but I really didn't like working that 
way. Working the story out so far in advance takes too much of the 
fun out of the writing for me, and I seem to be able to keep a good 
enough handle on the story to avoid too many continuity problems.
Juggling so many characters (and there are too many to be brutally 
honest) has also been a problem. With the release of part 9 and 10 
I'm almost up as far as I have written.

	Rather than slowing down the release of this story I think it
will speed it up. I'm definitely back in the writing saddle after far 
too long. I reckon this story has about four or five parts left to it.
I'm back to the old position of knowing where I'm going but not exactly
sure how to get there.

	My website is at http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/2525.
 From there you can find links to all my other stories. If you want to
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        This story is copyright 2001 by Stephanie. All rights 
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        As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.


	                DNA III - Part Ten
        	                by
	       	             Stephanie


	Yet again, the strangeness of Rob's delicate female body struck
him as he awoke. As he turned over and felt his breasts shifting on his
chest he wondered if he would ever get used to his new form and what
would happen if he did. 

	For the first time he was seriously asking himself if he wanted
to take the stronger DNA sample. It was a risky thing to do, but either
way, as his father had said, it was better than staying a girl. Paul had
told him to stop going on what his father had said and think for himself.
Paul didn't have to deal with his father, though.

	He slowly climbed out of bed and dressed; the bathroom facilities
were just at the end of the hall, but walking around in just a towel or
robe wasn't an option anymore. The briefs still didn't fit well, but he
couldn't bare the embarrassment of asking for panties.

	He ignored the guards as best he could as he walked down to the
bathroom and locked himself inside. The shower felt good even as it
invigorated his strange new body.

	Could he really delay taking the stronger virus? Taking the virus
and risking killing himself was almost the easier option. Despite the
obvious extent to which Paul and Jeff had adapted to their new female
status, would life as a woman really be so bad to him. He wouldn't have
to tell anyone that he had already found several men on the base
attractive and simply because he had didn't mean he was at all likely to
do anything about it. He could fight to retain his masculine outlook on
life and wait until Anne and her team had made the stronger virus safer.
Of course, if they never got close to succeeding he could always take the
stronger virus at any time.

	He sighed as he towelled himself down, trying to avoid the
sensations it was generating. Making that decision was one thing,
actually telling his father would be quite another. He dried off his long
hair, giving himself a mental reminder to get it cut short. To his
annoyance, the doctors wouldn't leave him alone with a pair of scissors
after the change, just in case.

	He left the bathroom just in time to see Paul in a smart business
suit carrying a briefcase out of his and Anne's room. "You going
somewhere?"

	"Yeah," Paul replied. "I was going to see you in a few minutes.
Me, Anne and Michael are on our way to Washington. This whole terrorist
thing is really causing problems. Politicians and the press are becoming
convinced there is something in what Lester has been saying, so we need
to run a damage limitation exercise."

	"You really think you can make a difference?"

	"There's more to this than meets the eye. I don't know why Lester
is doing this, but we're missing something. The FBI is going public with
its hunt for Tanya Carter. That should slow down the critics for a while
at least."

	"I-I want to go with you." Rob said before he quite realized it.

	Paul stopped and looked at him. "Are you sure? We're going right
into the middle of the storm here."

	"I'm the best person to defend you. I know how the media are
portraying me, as a guinea-pig test run for the government's plan to
subvert democracy. The best way to counter that is for me to say that it
isn't true." And I can avoid my father for another few days, he added to
himself.

	Paul nodded. "Okay, if you're sure, but it's going to be rough."

	"Don't worry. I'm trained to withstand combat conditions."

	Paul smiled. "I wish I was."

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	"Just two cars?" Paul asked sceptically.

	"It'll attract less attention than a helicopter or a fleet of
trucks," Anne replied. "With luck, we can get to the airfield and be on
our way to Washington before the press finds out." She looked at the
nervous young, Asian girl. "Are you sure about taking him along?"

	Paul shrugged, "He wants to go and the Colonel said okay. If we
can get him to talk on our behalf it will really help our case."

	"Okay, but don't push him, Paul."

	Anne, Paul, Michael and Rob got in one car, while a security team
followed closely in another. Rob flinched at the flashbulbs of the press
cameras as the cars pulled out of the base, but the smoked glass made
certain that none of them could be seen.

	The ride to the airport was quiet as everyone was tense. Rob was
wondering if he had made the right decision. If his father thought he was
running away from the cure to his femaleness then Rob thought he'd be
disowned by him. Being in the army meant taking risks at times, but
something that was always emphasised was that you only took necessary
risks. He wasn't in any danger of dying or even disablement in his
current position. How could he justify taking a virus that had a one in
three chance of killing him?

	He became aware of a battered red car that had overtaken their
security team and had pulled alongside their car. The driver glanced left
and swore. Before he could do anything the red car swerved and smashed
into the side of their vehicle.

	The car span off the road and only the skill of the driver kept
it from flipping. The red car was still on the road and it roared off
down the highway as fast as it could go. The security team knew better
than to pursue and pulled in behind the main car.


	"Everyone okay?" Paul asked.

	The other passengers were unhurt but shaken.

	"Looks like security wasn't as good as it should have been," Rob
commented. He looked out the window. There were several ramshackle
buildings alongside the road,  from which he saw a semi-automatic weapon
pointing.

	"Down!" he yelled as the gun opened up. The security team
scattered as gunfire raked both cars.

	Everyone huddled down in their seats while the driver struggled
with the engine that steadfastly refused to start. The driver radioed the
other car and it pulled up alongside the dented car. The guards sprang
out of their car and arranged themselves around it to give covering fire,
but they could see no targets. Anne was first out and into the waiting
car.

	It was as Paul was scrambling out that the second attack began.
Something ricocheted off the car while something else thudded into his
side. Paul looked down to see a dart sticking into him. He pulled it out
and threw it to the ground as the guard next to him was hit by another
one.

	They ducked down behind the car. "I don't feel tranquillised,"
Paul said. "What was in that?"

	The guard shrugged, but then dropped his gun as he ripped open
his shirt. Thick gray hair was spreading out from the puncture wound on
his chest. Paul realized with a sick fear that he was watching the DNA
Virus at work once again and this time it wasn't based on a human. That
wasn't hair, it was fur.

	The guard shrieked in terror as the patch grew in size. As he
watched his torso was reshaped into something inhuman. Paul put a hand to
where the dart had hit him, but his skin was unchanged. For once he was
thankful that he already had the strongest form of the DNA Virus in his
bloodstream.

	The guard was not nearly so lucky. His ribcage had expanded to a
much more rotund size, splitting his shirt open in the process, and his
skin was now covered in gray fur. The virus reached the guard's  hips and
he was thrown forward as their configuration altered from that of a two-
legged animal to a four-legged one. His pants ripped as his hindquarters
grew and Paul was shocked to see a tail pushing through a gap.

	"Christ," said one of the other members of the security team,
"he's turning into a donkey!"

	Another dart smacked into the disabled car shielding them and
everyone ducked.

	"Help me!" cried the guard in a voice that was already more
guttural and less human. The virus had passed his shoulders and was now
well on its way to turning his arms into another set of legs. Paul
watched as one of the guard's shoes fell off and he saw a foot twist
itself into a hoof.

	The guard's pleading descended into braying as the neck altered
and changed. No one could look away as his face started to be covered in
gray hair and push out into a more equine shape.

	The hands were the last to go, folding up and hardening into
another pair of hooves. There, changed in under a minute, stood a donkey
in the tattered suit.

	"We're surrounded!"

	Paul turned at the sound of the shout from one of the remaining
guards and saw that several dozen men had appeared from their hiding
places all around them. They had been waiting until the distraction of
the guard's transformation before emerging.

	"There's no way we can get into the other car and get out of
here," Paul hissed. "Get Anne out of here, and come back for us later."

	The leader of the security team agreed with Paul. Any attempt to
get more in the surviving car would only result in their slaughter or
horrific transformation.

	Anne realized what was happening only as the car pulled away. She
had to be restrained by the other guard in the car as the driver floored
the gas.

	The attackers turned on Anne's car, but they were hadn't been
expecting it to abandon the others. Several bullets smacked into the car,
doing no damage to its strengthened shell. One of the attackers stood his
ground, aiming a shotgun right at the driver.

	The first shot frosted the windshield with cracks and Paul knew
it couldn't withstand a second. But the attacker had miscalculated and
before he could get a second shot off the car rammed him with a sickening
thud and threw him across the hood and onto the ground where he lay,
still and broken.

	Paul, looked at the panicked look in the donkey's eye and he
wondered how much the former guard could understand, how much he
remembered.

	"Drop ya guns and surrender!" Shouted one of the attackers. "If
ya don't then your friends are goin' to find a whole herd of donkeys by
the time they get back here, understand?"

	Paul, looked over at Michael and Rob, both of whom were crouched
in the disabled car, and then over at the two remaining guards.

	"We have to surrender," Paul said.

	"Are you crazy?" Michael hissed. "Reinforcements will be here in
minutes."

	"They have us cold," one of the guards said. "By the time back-up
gets here, we'll all be dead or worse. I hate to say it, but Mr Roberts
is right."

	"I'll do it," Paul said, "in case they're still trigger happy
with those dart guns."

	"And if they shoot real guns?" Michael asked.

	"Then it won't be the first time, will it?" Paul tried to steady
his nerves. Slowly he stood up with hands up. "Alright, we surrender!"

	"Move away from the car with ya hands up!" The lead attacker
replied, without lowering his own weapon for an instant. "It feels nice
to say that for once instead of bein' told it," he remarked to the other
gunmen with a grin.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Anne had demanded to go back with the troops, but she had been
told to stay put in no uncertain terms. The image of Paul's face,
shrinking into the distance as her car had pulled away was etched into
her mind. She had lost him once, she was determined not to let it happen
again.

	"We have to go back!"

	"I know how you feel," the guard sitting next to her said, "but
Mr. Roberts was right, we can't risk your safety. The crash team is going
in now. They'll be on the scene in the next few minutes."

	A minute later Anne watched a military helicopter clatter
overhead, but she knew it was already too late.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Half an hour later Anne was sitting shell-shocked in Colonel
Rigdon's office. They were both listening to the radio chatter of the
search crews.

	"Who the hell were they?" Anne demanded

	"I won't lie to you," Rigdon replied, "I think we're dealing with
the worst sort of terrorist. They're not in it for the money, they
believe the DNA Virus is a threat and they will do all they can to
destroy it."

	"They're going to want me, aren't they, in exchange for Paul and
the others."

	"We can't let that happen. There's a chance they'll let them go,
they'll see them more as victims than enemies. But if they ever got hold
of you... well, we know they have the DNA Virus. God alone knows what
they'd do to you with it."

	"They don't seem to have any moral problems with using it
themselves," Anne pointed out. "That doesn't make sense."

	"They're terrorists," Rigdon told her. "The end justifies the
means in their book. Don't expect rationality from them." He was silent
for a moment. "Look, uh, I know how pre-occupied with Paul and
everything, but the guard infected with the DNA Virus will be arriving
within the hour."

	"Don't worry, Colonel. I'll do what I can, but until I've
examined the Virus they injected him with I don't know I can do anything
for him."

	There was a knock at the door and the colonel turned to see
Anne's assistant Jim poke his head around the door. "There you are,
Auntie. I just heard, are you okay?"

	"I don't know." Anne replied, losing her fight to stay in
control.

	Jim walked over to her and held her. "It's going to be okay.
They're going to turn up safe, you'll see."

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	The three guards, Paul, Rob and Michael were switched from
vehicle to vehicle over the next hour. Rob tried to get his bearings, but
he was unable to work out where they were or where they were going. The
corpse of the one terrorist fatality had been taken with them, but none
of the other gunmen seemed bothered by the death of their accomplice. The
last switch, to a battered red van, had been in a dingy back alley. Their
captors were an odd assortment of street thugs. They didn't appear
anything like the anti-DNA Virus terrorists he had been expecting. They
were on a high from having successfully pulled off the raid without any
real problems and were laughing and joking among themselves.

	Rob was sandwiched between two of the captured security team and
he was very glad that they acted as a sort of barrier between him and
their captors. Some of the gunmen were looking at him with quite obvious
lust on their faces. He felt fear welling up inside of him when he
thought about what they obviously wanted to do with him. He looked down
at the floor and couldn't help noticing his large breasts rising and
falling with each breath.

	After what seemed like hours the van shuddered to a stop and the
rear doors were opened. From the quick glimpse Rob got they were in some
derelict industrial park. One of the gunmen grabbed Rob and held him
tight with one hand while pressing the barrel of a gun in his back. All
the other captives got similar treatment and were dragged inside one
building and down a flight of stairs to a basement.

	Rob felt the hand moving from his waist up to his abundant bosom.
The hand slipped over one large breast and squeezed hard. Rob gasped
despite himself and felt utterly afraid for what might come next.

	The hand was suddenly knocked away by the captor's ringleader.
"What the fuck do ya think you're doing?" he demanded of the man holding
Rob. "You know what we were told!"

	"It's just a little fun! That bitch isn't in control."

	"As far as you are concerned," a female voice said from the
darkness of the far corner of the basement, "I am. I answer to Lazlo and
you answer to me."

	The woman walked forward and into the range of the one dim bulb
in the room. Beside him, Rob could hear Paul whisper, "Tanya."

	"Now," Tanya said to the thug holding Rob, "unless you want to be
_very_ intimately acquainted with her body you will do as I say. Is that
clear?"

	Rob could feel his captor tense then quickly release his grip on
Rob's breast.

	Tanya turned to the gang ringleader. "Where's the scientist?"

	"They had two cars, we could only disable one. She fucked off
leaving the rest behind."

	The woman grimaced, "No matter, we'll get her here soon enough."
She turned and walked further back into the basement.

	The six were dragged down a dark corridor into a small room, one
half of which was behind rusting iron bars. "Everyone in, bar him," Tanya
said with venom pointing at Michael.

	The door was opened with a squeal and then everyone except
Michael was bundled inside. Rob saw a figure huddled at the back of the
cell under a blanket. With a start, Rob realized it was the CNN reporter
Arnold Lester.

	Tanya also noticed the reporter. "You know the rule, Lester. No
covering up!" She told him with a sick grin.

	With a look of utter defeat on his face, Lester removed the
blanket. Rob couldn't believe what he saw. The CNN reporter was wearing
white silk stockings attached to a garter belt, a matching pair of
panties and a pair of small white high-heeled shoes. The legs looked very
feminine and shapely and Rob saw that the lacy, figure hugging panties
didn't look right. There was no familiar male bulge. He has a pussy! Rob
realized with shock. The lips of his new gender were clearly visible.

	"That's better," Tanya said grinning, "good girl." She walked
closer to the cell. "Now, if you do as you are told, then you may just
get out of this alive." She pointed to Rob, "You're not involved in this,
I'll release you in a few hours. You are going to deliver a message for
me."

	She narrowed her eyes as she contemplated Paul. "I haven't
decided about you, but I will not rest until I get your mad-scientist
girlfriend and what I plan to do her will be punishment enough."

	Tanya turned around and faced Michael, the only captive still
outside the cell. "I've been waiting for the right time to get you. It's
been so long." She pointed at the floor and one of the thugs kicked
Michael's legs out from under him. Before he could get back up Tanya
drove the toe of her high-heeled boot viciously into his ribs.

	"I read the police and FBI reports, you bastard!" Tanya screamed
at the scientist. She aimed another kick at his face, but he blocked with
his arm. "It was you!" She kicked him again several times, clearly at the
point of losing control.

	"Please!" Michael pleaded. "I don't know what you're talking
about!"

	"Oh, yes you do." she replied with venom. "Do you remember when
you broke into Quince's house? You were there to rescue your friends, but
that didn't stop you from switching vials in a case you found. My case!
It wasn't my fault Quince did what he did! Yet you made very sure I
suffered."

	Michael looked up in shock. "Simonds?" he whispered.

	"Yes. I worked for Quince for the same reason you did. There was
no one else who would employ me. I was nothing more than another of his
pawns, yet you condemned me to this fate. You should have killed me,
because what I have planned for you will make what I've been through seem
like paradise."

	"Quince was a drug smuggler," Paul whispered to Rob, "and that
bastard Simonds was his second in command. Between them they killed a
dozen policemen and turned me and Jeff into twin, black girls. Far from
innocent."

	Tanya visibly restrained herself as she stood back from Michael.
"Take him to the room prepared. I'll be along in a minute." She smirked
at the occupants of the cell. "Take a good look, you'll never see him
again. Well, not in that body anyway."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's note: I know many of you might not remember who Simonds is, but 
               check out DNA II (available on Sapphire's Place and 
               Fictionmania) to find out who he was and how he got the
               body he did.


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