Virus    by: Destiny

 

Part 7

As Sam began to get his sobbing under control he began to feel a growing sense of doom. What on earth was he going to do, what were they going to do. Once again he felt the limits of his new female body. Whilst his male mind demanded he think rationally, the hormones rushing round his body made him cling closer to Greg. Sam cringed as Greg, without thinking gave him a reassuring hug. He felt an irrational surge of anger about the sense of comfort it gave him.

For his part, Greg felt pretty helpless himself. He had let the answers they desperately needed be stolen from underneath him. He had let an old colleague be killed, although from what he had read in Franz's files he wouldn't grieve much. Plus, underneath the elasticised bandage on his chest, he could feel a large pair of breasts forming. The only thing going for him at the moment was the medieval mindset of his opponent. He absently comforted the distressed Sam, and felt Sam cling closer to him.

Greg pulled out his cell phone and dialled the number of his Swiss contact. He gave a very brief description of what had transpired and gave the order to detain their quarry. Some people, he thought, never got with the times. All they had to do was wait for help to arrive. He turned to comfort his friend, but he had to admit the friend he was comforting was a very attractive young woman, not the man he had always known.

"It's okay Sam. It's ok help is on the way."

Sam turned to look at Greg.

"I'm sorry Greg." Was all Sam could manage, his voice still full of tears. "I haven't been much help."

Having said that Sam placed his head on Greg's chest, he hated to admit it but he did feel better. He felt even better when Greg placed his coat over the dead body of Franz. Death had never bothered him before but it did now. Greg caught his glance and decided to explain. "

Sam don't waste your pity on him. It's his fault we're in this mess. If he hadn't been so desperate to continue his work then he wouldn't have taken funding from any source offering money. The real trouble is he was continuing his work on project Phoenix and that's what's in the file that was taken. If she's as well trained as the agent we have already captured then she can integrate the viral strands. If that happens then not only will we all be turned into women but we will all be babes in arms. But don't worry we will stop her."

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It was almost two hours later when Sam heard someone activating the lock on the door. It had been a confusing two hours for Sam, his emotions were still disturbed on the past events. Spending them in almost total silence had not helped. Neither Greg or Sam had been able to say much, both of them found their feelings awkward. So it was a relief when the door opened and they were able to face their rescuer.

Their rescuer turned out to be a tall athletic woman with short black hair called Belinda. As soon as Sam saw her he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was also sharply reminded of his transformation when he stood next to her, before he would have been a couple of inches taller than her, but now she towered over him.

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As they returned to the hotel Greg spent most of his time on the phone, barely acknowledging his two companions. His facial expressions varied from depressed to very depressed. Since Greg had opted to drive as well it gave Sam some time to talk to Belinda. She seemed genuinely interested in him and more than a little curious about his predicament. for his part Sam inwardly cursed meeting her in his current circumstances. Great, he thought, I meet the woman of my dreams, but to find her I've got to be turned into a girl, be looking for an insane maniac and end up with very mixed feelings for my best friend.

It was when they arrived in the hotel room that Greg outlined his plan.

"Ok we are officially in the shit. Our mystery lady has gone to ground, we know she is still in the area but not much else. My guess is that she is going to try and cook up some new viral strain. So Sam I want you and Belinda out on the streets looking for her, she'll be somewhere public and crowded for maximum effect. I'm going to get onto some contacts and try to remember the details of those files." With that Greg left the room leaving Sam and Belinda alone.

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It was the middle of Zurich's busiest shopping centre and for the last few hours all Belinda had done was drag him in and out of shops buying clothes that he was never going to wear. Sam admitted that he didn't have surveillance training but somehow he thought that involved more than this. Also his feet hurt from the high heels Belinda had made him wear on the excuse that he should look like any other shopper. The dress and make up were presumably for the same reason. Eventually Sam challenged her on their behaviour.

"Look Sam," she replied, "I like you so I'm going to be brutally honest here. The chance of us spotting anyone is pretty remote, we're basically on an optimism job. Also, and what i'm going to say is really going to sound callous, the chances of you getting back to normal is slim and that wardrobe in the closet is only a loaner. You're going to need a new one and you might as well get it while M.I.7 is picking up the tab." Belinda paused noting Sam's dejected look. "Come on let's go back to the hotel, it's getting dark and we're both tired. We're doing no good here."

Sam reluctantly agreed with Belinda's suggestion, he also inwardly agreed with her review of the situation. On the way back to the hotel Belinda did everything she could to lift Sam's spirits, with some success. In fact when they both arrived at the hotel she had Sam giggling, unselfconsciously, like a schoolgirl. When they got to the suite they found a message from Greg saying he was staying at some lab, and if a tailor turned up to give him the envelope on the coffee table.

"Well," Belinda said turning to face Sam, "looks like it's just us." And with that she kissed him full on the lips. "I'm sure we can fill the time somehow."

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