Trevor and Growler pushed three girls out the basement door as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I looked at the girls and then at Trevor, "did you ...ind and destroy the drugs?"He nodded and gestured, "halfbreed slave whores."I looked at Growler and gestured to the chest, "would you mind?"He was a dwarf and chuckled, "no."I looked at the frightened girls and then at the others. Dent grinned, "we have mates or girls and it is your turn."I gestured, "bring them."The few people that had come out. He then moved Mr. Johnson sleepilyout of bed and set him down before his own desk top computer. Chrisactivated the total control program as he whispered, "Time for a fewchanges around here."As Chris stood to one side, he watched as Mr. Johnson's body morphedinto a female version of itself. As the new Daphne Johnson rolled over,Chris whispered, "pleasant dreams." What happened?" Daphne said in a sleepy as he sat up and moved hisdelicate hands to his new breasts as he noticed the unfamiliar. " But that's all he has to show for his life -- a fewkeggers. How's he supposed to face Pete with just that inhis r?sum??" You're talking yourself up to something boss." How did we get roped into doing this, Gabe? There was atime when you and I reigned down fire and brimstone, ledall the angels of Heaven and fought all the armies of Hell.How do we rate when it comes down to it? Glorified guardianangels?" It's one of the Big Boss's pet projects, you know that." The whole human race is one of his. But I made sure that they did… ‘Yes, thank you very much. It looks like one of my Heineken’s, nice and cold too.’ ‘You’re welcome…’ I nodded across to where, with orange juice in hand, David was chatting to another of our neighbours… ‘I see you and your parents don’t drink…’ ‘We’re Chapel, see…very Welsh…no alcohol…and Church twice every Sunday as well as during the week. But my Da is a bit more open than some back home…he lets guests bring drink to barbeques like this, as long as it’s in.