Wike, Totawwy Bimbo! Part Three.
"No Hate in My Bimbos."
The next morning Fink was reading the file on Dawn Summers. She seemed a bright, quite serious freshman at Sunnydale Community College. Her sole form of rebellion had been rather innocent shoplifting when she was still a teenager. She wasn't acting overly promiscuous, so, a concentrated dose of the happy gas, and some sexy clothes would certainly set off warning bells for the Slayer. Maybe he'd throw some new hair into the bargain, and a set of pillowy fuck-lips. He scratched out the tit enhancement.
"Later," he mumbled. Fink grinned. He picked up the phone. Life wasn't bad.
***
Becker walked down the corridor towards Fink's office, ignoring the various pouting and blinking bimbos. Yesterday he'd let himself be distracted, today he was clear in his objectives. Today he wouldn't be misled by anything, which was exactly why he had been selected for this job. He deliberately forgot to knock when he went in. Fink looked up from his phone call.
"I'll have to call you back to arrange a time," he said into the phone. "I'm late for a meeting." He hung up and looked at Becker. "I'm trying to run a business here.
"A business which requires the services of our organization to function," Becker said coldly. "So, I need not remind you that our wishes take precedence over anything else you do." Fink frowned. "And speaking of our wishes," he went on. "I've been told Miss Chase almost escaped last night." Fink waved dismissively.
"We caught her. She never escaped our attention."
"You got reckless." Becker raised his voice just a trifle. "In the future our targets will be kept in confinement until their loyalty is assured. Do you understand?" Fink just stared. "Now business," Becker said, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of Fink's desk. Fink produced a memo.
"We restructured the muscles of Miss Burkle's back last night," he said. "We are taking her in for extra implants this morning. We want her to look as cheap and fake as possible. At the same time, we start work on Miss Chase's neural re-sequencing. Once her new implants are in, we'll set to work on Miss Burkle's too. Now the level of re-sequencing for them is quite high. The new personalities you want created for them may take more than one session to complete, but be assured, it will be done."
"And the Summers girl?" Becker asked.
"She and her class will be taken to what is known as the white room on the mental augmentation floor. Once inside, a neural flash will be emitted. It will put them all in a trancelike state, which will allow us to implant them with memories of a false class field trip." Fink looked up from his memo. "We'll also have Miss Chase prove her loyalty to us. She'll be taking the girls and re-educate them on their proper roles in society. She'll teach them their attitudes to their male classmates and reset their future goals." He chuckled. "Of course, she is just ornament; the real programming will be done by our technicians. On the other hand, it will give Miss Chase's own programming extra depth. Nothing as convincing as teaching yourself, eh?" He grinned and went on. "In the meantime, Miss Burkle and some of the other girls will entertain the boys. They'll enthusiastically explain to them the nature of male supremacy and the new roles of their female counterparts. They'll do it stripping and lap dancing; quite the catchy way of getting taught, no?" Fink sat back smiling.
"Good," Becker said with a sour face. "I needn't stress the importance of today's operation for bringing the Slayer here. If you fail in anyway..."Fink nodded, trying to look meek.
"I'm well aware of what happens to anyone who fails Wolfram & Hart," he said. Fuck you, damn dried-up bean-counter, was what he thought.
***
Fink was in Observation Room Two. He overlooked the reprogramming lab where several guards tried to restrain a very aggressive Cordelia. The happy gas couldn't be used at this stage; it would interfere with the reprogramming process later on, which meant his guards were taking several very painful hits, mostly to the crotch. He had to admit she was far more resilient than he had thought. It filled him with a weird sense of satisfaction.
He picked up the folder provided to him by Becker. It gave a detailed outline of how the girls' minds were to be altered. They weren't the usual types of transformation he dealt with, but then again Wolfram & Hart weren't the run of the mill client. He shouldn't be surprised that their requests were as nasty as they were. Opening the folder, he first reviewed the pictures of people who had to be integrated in Cordelia's personal relationships. There was Fred, of course, Cordelia would soon recognize her as her lover, which was quite a challenge for someone so staunchly straight. There also was the manager of the porn company she'd be working for. And the landlord of the dump she and Fred would be set up in by Wolfram & Hart; he looked just like the weasel he was. Finally, there were several key members of Wolfram & Hart's team, including Lilah Morgan, Gavin Park, Becker and Eve. Fink smiled at the special brackets around those names.
The basic set up for Cordelia was that she had to believe she'd come to L.A. to be an actress, but she couldn't get a break and wound up in porn to make a living. She'd hate it, but she'd never quit and would obey any commands the company manager gave her. No matter what. There were similar brackets around "hate it".
"No hate in my bimbos," Fink muttered.
