A fifth soldier awaited with the horses outside and grinned as he saw his comrades emerging with the squirming girl, her crying and screaming were irr...tating none the less. "Why isn't the bitch bound yet?" the fifth asked, bringing the five horses closer to the men."Bleh haven't had a chance, the old hag was driven me mad, too much squawking from em both!" The fourth, whom was the leader turned to the crying girl who had still not stopped wailing, he growled and strided to her, the men holding. Once you were transformed, you could not switch back to normal for twelve hours. When you touched a piece of clothing to it, the necklace would change you into a perfect likeness of the article's owner. A trip to a clothing outlet revealed that if the clothing was new, you would apparently change into a genetic equivalent of yourself perfectly suited to that piece of clothing. For instance, Philip experimented with a plus-size woman's bathing suit, and spent twelve hours as a 230-pound. I even punched him for hurting Moltatas.I pulled myself together and saw that Dubkova was in pretty bad shape now. He was alive though. Gunshots were heard in the house and more outside the door. Again I didn't have any tie wraps so I used a couple of lamp cords. I put my prize in the hidden corridor and came out the hidden entrance with the chain in my hand.I heard banging on the doors and men's voices. The men outside the door were four of Dubkova's guards. Dubkova must not have allowed the. Bob, sensing her hesitation, touched her elbow."I've known the owner for 35 years. I'd bet my remaining leg that she's a lot better on the inside."Bob's words turned out to be prophetic. The inside of the small ship was as clean and well-ordered as a hospital operating theater. It was as if the outer shell were a disguise, held in place by spacer's tape and ready to be jettisoned when the need arose. Kat wasn't far wrong.The ship's exterior was a disguise. A carefully crafted misdirection that.