Alan pulled on his gloves, turned of the light and pulled the door closed behind him. He waved to the night watchman at the desk as he left the building and to the gate guard as he left the ultra secure compound of Maggie Maye Cosmetics, where he had worked as a research chemist for almost 15 years.
He pulled into a service station about a 1/2 mile down the road and went in the restroom. He just stood against the wall laughing for a few minutes while his nerves steadied, He had never even tried to steal a pen from work, and here he had just walked out with perhaps the most valuable thing that would ever come of those labs, and as he had erased the database of his final nights work he would be the only one to have it until he found a suitable buyer, meaning one with unlimited capitol to invest in the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Alan pulled the glove off his right hand and looked at it, nothing abnormal showed where he had touched the top of the vial before sealing it. he could detect no scent but he knew that it had one, an almost imperceptible musk that he, as the carrier, was immune to. The DNA was engineered to bind to the host and alter his own pheromones to become a super virulent strain. it had taken Months to remove the airborne viability of the pheromones and engineer a replication degradation that gave the pheromones a limited life time. He had estimated that it should last no longer than 12 hours in a real world scenario, but of course he had not been able to conduct any testing other then the last few weeks of rats and monkeys. And they had been done as a secretive sideline to other scheduled testing. had he not been able to work alone late nights even those tests could not have been done.
He pulled he glove back on and stepped out into the hot Tucson moonlight. He turned his car toward Nogales. At 10 AM he stopped at a branch of his bank in Sierra Vista and closed out his checking and savings accounts for $12,484.00. He went down the street to another bank and maxed out his Visa and Mastercard. he stopped at the last small car dealer he came to and traded his one year old BMW for a 1997 Crown Victoria. Even trade, no questions.
Then he drove out of town until he came to small bar and gas station where he parked the car and went inside. He sat at the bar and ordered a beer. He watched the people behind him until he spotted his mark, a biker siting alone watching the girlfriend of a young cowboy shooting pool. He looked like he'd like to fuck her right there on the table in front of the kid. Alan took his beer and walked over to the bikers table.
"Mind if I sit?" he said, nodding toward the other side of the table.
The biker looked at Alan, sized him up as a cop or a detective and looked back at the girl, posing seductively for the benefit of the biker and the frustration of the cowboy. "Fuck Off." He grunted.
"Yea, OK, look, 30 minutes of your time, you get this, and $1000.00" He tossed the keys to the crown Vic on the table and nodded toward the window where you could see the Crown Vic parked beside the bike.
"Let's see the cash." Alan pulled a wad of folded 100 dollar bills out of his pants just enough to show the biker. "Sit, you got one minute."
Alan sat down and took a drink of his beer. "OK, you come with me in the car, you forget where we went and you drive the car to Nogales and sell it or dump it, either way, but I need the car to get to Nogales. You come back and forget we ever had this conversation."
"Let me guess, I drop you out at the Bizbee Airstrip?" The biker grunted as he smiled at the girl and rubbed his crotch.
"Your a smart cookie, we got a deal?"
The biker got up, walked over o the girl, took her in his arms and gave her a big kiss then grabbed her pussy and squeezed it. "I'll be back for this creamcakes." He pulled his hand off her cunt and brought his elbow back hard into the nose of the cowboy, who hit the pool table and then the floor. The girl stood gasping with a stupefied smile and a sopping wet pussy as the biker walked back to the table and picked up the keys, handing them to Alan. "Let's roll."
