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Dr. Hayanishi's evil machine threatens to drag down the United States of America into a wanton swamp of lust, and only atomic chemist Jack Easterly can save his country.
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Chapter 5: The Thrilling Conclusion!
"Anna Lee!" Jack protested, raising his arms uncertainly. "I don't understand."
He and Agent Crandall stood amidst the humming machines of Dr. Hayanishi's lab. While the two men were debating what to do with the islander woman Dr. Hayanishi had used a as test subject, their young companion had quietly picked up one of the guards' pistols and aimed it at their backs, heedless of her own nudity.
Even under the circumstances, Crandall couldn't help but admire the girl's magnificent breasts. His cock twitched at the memories of their earlier tryst.
"Put the gun down, Anna Lee. Hayanishi is gone. It's safe now." Jack tried to placate her.
"Well, yeah! And he left the machine. Just like I hoped."
"You hoped?" Crandall looked concerned.
"This is why I came." She said with a sneer. "Once I heard that tape, I knew I had to get this machine."
"You were spying on me?" Jack asked, thrown for a loop.
"You are such a sap, professor. One flash of my headlights was all it took." Anna Lee arched her back with a mocking smirk and shook her boobs at him. "You and your 'special tutoring.' You thought I was such an eager beaver, didn't you? When Crandall came to visit you I waited at the door and heard everything."
"You traitor!" Jack's anger flared. "This was all a lie? Everything?!"
Agent Crandall put out an arm to forestall him, but Jack was already thinking about how to get even. Anna Lee's hand was steady on the pistol, and he didn't give much for their changes if they rushed her at this distance. He had a plan, but it he couldn't do it yet. The capacitors in Hayanishi's evil machine probably needed time to recharge, but how much?
"Stall her." He mouthed to the agent.
"Wait." Crandall held up his hands. "What about that man at Jack's house. Was he one of yours?"
"Zeke?" She laughed dismissively. "My cousin's idiot boyfriend. He kept the boys away when I didn't want them around."
"But why? If he was dead you couldn't have come."
"Aw, I didn't tell him to kill Jack, just rough him up a bit so he would need my help. But you had to go and kill him, didn't you, professor. I should probably thank you for that." She clucked her tongue at him.
Before she could order them into the cage again, Crandall interrupted.
"You're a sleeper." It wasn't a question.
"Darn tootin' I am."
"I don't understand. I had a copy of your file faxed ahead to Hawaii--your family has never been abroad. How could you become--"
"We didn't need no lectures from the Russians. Pa learned the truth at Blair Mountain when Baldwin-Felt thugs done gun down innocent men and women to protect the Company's profits. The mining companies don't give a hoot about us; only the Almighty Dollar means anything to them."
"Hold on there--" Crandall tried to interrupt.
"Don't give me any lip about the Land of the Free, buster. Your precious country sent in planes to drop bombs on my family because they had the courage to ask for the wages they deserved.
Nothing's gonna change until the workers take charge the hard way, and this here machine is exactly what's gonna make that happen. Our new friends in Moscow will help us duplicate the machine, fer sure. One of these in Washington, another in Wall Street, and the whole country will see the truth about the dirty scoundrels running our country. They'll be too busy screwing their secretaries to stop the Revolution. Now, into the cage!" She gestured with the gun.
"You're wrong. Dead wrong." Crandall stood taller and stared down the muzzle of her gun without flinching. "You think you're the only one that's known hard times? My mom lost family in the Pullman Strike. Did your handlers tell you about that? It was all across America, not just some little town."
"I--" Anna Lee waved her pistol and tried to interrupt, but Agent Crandall didn't back down.
"That's right, doll, life isn't all sugar and roses. Not in America, not anywhere else. But here we have a chance--people on the bottom, like you and me--we can make a better life for ourselves. Tell that to the millions of innocents Stalin butchered, tell it to the millions starving in Red China." He clenched his fists and glared at her. "Wake up! If you really give a damn about the little guy, stand up and fight for the only place where we have a chance."
"That's enough talk, G-man." Her gun hand shook with emotion. "Now get in the cage or I'll just shoot you. I swear I will."
"No. I'm an American and I will never get in a--"
"Hit the deck!" Jack yelled suddenly, jumping at the controls.
Crandall waved his arms and lunged in the opposite direction to distract her. The ploy worked, and for a second Anna Lee's eyes flicked back and forth, unsure who to shoot first. As poised as she seemed, she was still an amateur, and that moment was all Jack needed.
The machine's whine filled the room.
"Damn you. I--" Anna Lee's hand began to shake. The two men ducked as a shot rang out, then another.
"I'm going to...I'm...ohhh...just screw me already!" Anna Lee screamed as the last vestiges of conscious thought faded, replaced by a burning hunger. Her pistol dropped to the floor, forgotten.
