THE
FACE
Near
Swanton Morley, Norfolk, England – Present Day
Caroline
stood on the side of a grass verge, listening for a siren. A siren
that would tell her, her absence had been discovered. Her unkempt
long black hair hung limply down, ‘looking like rat’s tails’
would have been her mother’s comment if she had been there with
her.
Caroline
had not had a wash, bath or shower for some time and her black army
fatigues were now caked in mud. On hearing an approaching vehicle in
the country lane, she stepped further into the green undergrowth. The
stinging nettles no longer had an effect on her hands as she pushed
the taller ones to way side. As the car drove pass where Caroline was
hiding, it hit a small pothole forcing the rainwater up into a spout
which splashed onto the verge. Some of the water hit Caroline’s
right hand, the sensation startled her at first, then without looking
she could picture the perfectly small spheres of water before she
dispersed them with her index finger.
Caroline
stepped out from the over grown verge and headed south along the
tarmac road. The sun had passed midday and was now warming Caroline’s
right-hand side. That last down pour had been furious, monsoon like.
Steam now rose from the blacken road surface as the sun continued to
beat now, however as often the case in a British summer another storm
was never too far behind. Caroline stopped walking and turned to face
the sun, she could only feel the heat of the day, the brightest never
bothered her eyes due to the fact that she was blind. Being blind she
was unable to see the encroaching clouds and soon suns warmth left
her. With the sun now behind the clouds, a chill came over Caroline.
Her internal perception told her to keep walking, remarkably Caroline
never put a foot wrong she never had that unsure certainly of walking
into a hole or bumping into a tree or telegraph pole. To see Caroline
manoeuvre herself you would never think she was visually impaired.
It
was a side-effect something to do with the experiment, it robbed her
of sight but increased that part of the brain which gave her, ‘second
sight’. What a stupid turn of phrase, she thought, how could she
have second sight when the first one had been taken away.
Caroline
‘looked’ for a turning into the forest where she could hide. It
was mid-July and she looked conspicuous dressed in black particularly
now she had pulled her hood up in an attempt to cover her face.
Staring towards the trees, she could detect a large dense area. Then
she saw in her mind’s eye a light grey mass, she knew this to
represent an open space. Caroline moving her head up and down left to
right like a sonar, trying to detect any darker shapes that might be
obstacles. When she looked back down to the ground, there was the
image of a five-bar gate. Moving towards the gate, she reaching out
her hands and waved them back and forth until at last she found it.
The gate was damp and slimy with the recent rain eventually she found
the metal bolt and without hesitation, shot it back.
Caroline
opened the gate, the sign attached to it read, ‘Forestry
Commission. Authorised Vehicles Only’.
She opened it just enough for her to go through then closing it
behind her, she shot the bolt back into the metal keeper. Then
Caroline walked a little way into the forest along the temporary road
surface before she felt safe removing her hood. Caroline’s hearing
was sensitive to the sounds of nature that was all around her, for
instance, she could hear above her, a squirrel gently chomping on an
acorn. Then high up in the fir tress the thin single note of a
Firecrest as it called to its kin. If Caroline could smile she would
at these simple but pleasant observations, but of course smiling was
something else the ‘experiment’ had robbed her of.
Soon
she came upon an abandon picnic area, once used by day trippers when
this part of the forest would have been opened to the public. Now
these areas were left to over grow with vegetation and the picnic
benches allow too rot. Caroline approached one of the benches and
with caution; she slowly sat upon it gradually applying her weight.
Satisfied it was not going to collapse she relaxed for the first time
since she escaped the facility.
Trooper
Caroline Munro, of the Special Air Service (SAS) assigned to the
Counter-Terrorism Wing was planning an escape with the other troopers
held at an unknown Ministry of Defence (MOD) facility near Swanton
Morley, Norfolk. The arrangements with the other captors were to
breakout during the cover of darkness; however, an opportunity
presented itself for her to make a run for it during the day. She
knew she had committed a selfish act; allowing her actions to scupper
the element of surprise for the others and so alerting her captors to
the others intended plans. But she was going to come back for them,
that she promised herself even if the others now considered her a
traitor.
Caroline
suddenly looked skyward towards the low bass drone thump, thump sound
made by the rotor blades of a low flying helicopter that was fast
approaching. Looking around desperately, she now needed somewhere to
hide.
Caroline
Munro left the picnic bench and ran straight towards the thickest
part of the forest. She moved faster than her inner awareness could
process. Literally, she blindly crashed through the branches and kept
running until she could detect that she was now completely covered by
the canopy of the conifer trees. Her heart was thumping so loud in
her ears that she struggled to hear where the chopper was now. Once
her heart rate was rested she could hear the helicopter flying
overhead. It was not hovering, which told her that the thermal camera
on board was not picking up her body heat. The chopper banked to the
left and the drone of the rotor blades faded into the distance soon
to be replaced by the barking of approaching dogs.
MOD
Facility No.57, Swanton Morley, Norfolk, England
General
Charles Grant sat at the head of the table facing two sixty-inch
wall-mounted monitors. Sitting around him at the table were the other
senior members of staff from the facility.
The
General was on a Skype conference call to the Home Sectary, Clare
Hammond. The face of a fortysomething year-old woman filled both
screens as she looked down upon those gathered there. “So, General
can you confirm that only one trooper managed to break-out from your
facility?” Grant now stood to address the Rt. Hon. Clare Hammond.
“That’s correct,” he said glancing through the file now in
front of him. “Trooper Caroline Munro the first woman to be
selected by the SAS and as of two weeks ago, assigned to the
Counter-Terrorism Wing broke out from her enclosure at approximately
5am this morning. The other four troopers are for the time being
under armed guard.”
Clare
Hammond lowered her eyes to read the report in front of her. After a
moment she looked back into the Skype camera her soften eyes she only
reserved for her children, were for the general cold and heartless.
“You know I have authorised the removal of this individual under
code-name ‘Death Warrant’.
General
Grant gave a solemn nod; that command had only been given out twice
since the end of the Second World War. Both of those times it was
issued for the removal of high-ranking para-military leaders living
in Britain, who were about to launch a bombing campaign on the
mainland. Never had it been issued against a serving member of the
armed forces.
The
Home Sectary saw the aguish in the General’s face, “General Grant
may I remind you of the devastation this would have on not just the
government but our society as a whole. If the general public ever
find out what we have done to those soldiers I can guarantee you our
eight-hundred years of civil stability between the State and the
people would dissolve into anarchy overnight. For the peace of our
nation, Caroline Munro must be eliminated.” Grant once again took
his seat; he stared at Caroline’s black and white passport
photograph attached to the front of the brown folder.
The
Home Secretary wanted to be reassured on one final matter before
terminating the call. “The remaining four troopers what is to
become of them?” Without looking up the General gave a sigh before
replying, “There will be a helicopter crash tonight in the Brecon
Beacons with no survivors.”
Unclassified
MOD Facility somewhere in Britain – Two Weeks Ago
In
the early hours of Sunday morning, a convoy of six land rovers were
driven at speed through the facility checkpoint, sitting in the back
of the middle land rover sat five SAS troopers dressed in full black
combat fatigues. All were wearing their Avon NBC respirators and
carrying their Heckler and Koch assault rifles.
The
land rovers eventually drove into a compound and came to a halt
outside bunker No.2. The back of the land rover carrying the troopers
came down and all five of them jumped out of the back. General
Charles Grant stood waiting until they were all present then ordered
them to follow him inside the bunker and down the long corridor. The
five black dressed figures were now conspicuous against the stark
white interior of the bunker. At the end of the corridor was a set of
steel doors with two armed soldiers on guard. As the General showed
his pass one of the soldiers duly punched in an access code and
opened the steel door to let all six of them pass through.
All
six of them were now standing in a large boardroom, sitting at the
table was Dr Gillian Stevens, developer of the new government
surveillance FaceClip app. Behind her were five armed members of the
Military Police. Dr Stevens looked a little un-nerved at first when
the five black clad troopers entered the room wearing their
respirators and brandishing their firearms. She gave a nervous laugh
followed by a smile before welcoming them to the facility.
Captain
John, ‘Randy’ Crawford removed his respirator and on seeing this,
the other four followed suit. General Grant took command giving
Crawford’s men an order to surrender their weapons. The Military
Policemen that were originally standing to attention in the
laboratory, came and stood in front of each of the troopers waiting
to receive their Heckler & Koch. “OK General, what’s all this
about,” demanded Crawford. “You get me and my men out of our
beds, drag us all the way to where I don’t know for a chat with the
nice doctor there?” Dr Stevens stood up from behind the table.
“Gentlemen,” then seeing that Caroline Munro was among the
troopers, “Oh! and a lady, I do apologise,” Munro just shrugged
the comment off, although she looked feminine with her long black
hair, which she was allowed to keep because she broke the fingers of
the barracks barber when he tried to cut it, she was as hard as the
rest of them. Dr Stevens continued, “The reason all of you were
brought here was because I needed, and I hate to use this phrase,
‘guinea pigs’ who were physically and mentally fit.” Munro
pushed her way pass the MP standing in front of her and made her way
towards Dr Stevens, “You called us what!” The MP reacted to
Munro’s aggressive tone and made an attempt to restrain her. Before
the General could stop the MP, the policeman was curled up on the
floor nursing a broken arm. Munro gave the MP a contemptuous look and
then continued her rant at Dr Stevens. “There are plenty of people
who fit your requirements, why waste the tax payer’s money dragging
us here!” Dr Stevens was still looking at the fallen MP wondering
if she or anyone else should go and help him. “Believe me” said
General Grant, “there is no-one more trained then you five gathered
here now who could withstand the experiment that Dr Stevens needs to
perform on you.”
Near
Swanton Morley, Norfolk, England – Present Day
The
dogs were getting nearer; Caroline knew it would be suicidal to make
a run for it, particularly over the uneven ground in the forest. She
had no choice but wait until the dogs came close then she would
launch her only element of surprise, her appearance.
Apart
from Dr Gillian Stevens and General Charles Grant, nobody knew of the
horrific side effects suffered by Munro and the other troopers when
they were exposed to the experimental surveillance mobile phone app,
FaceClip. After the accident all five troopers had their faces
covered and were whisked immediately away to a ‘quarantine’
facility area in rural Norfolk.
Caroline
selected two large branches from the fir tree nearest to her. She was
not concerned by the cracking noise they made as she savagely pulled
them from the tree. The noise would g0 unnoticed over the furious
barking and snarling from their dogs. Caroline Munro waited and
waited her training telling her to optimise every moment of
concealment. She could now hear the handlers shouting, trying to
intimidate her into breaking cover. It was an old trick if you wanted
to flush someone out of hiding. Make them feel they were trapped
sparking their ancient instinct for survival and forcing them to run
for it. Its the same tactics the gamekeepers and beaters use on the
moors to hurry the grouse up in the air for the waiting guns.
The
first handler sensing the dog was almost upon the fugitive; reached
down to the collar and slipped off the lead. The large German
Shephard bounded into the darkness its barking soon turned to whining
and yelping before falling silent. Without hesitation the second
handler released his dog within seconds of entering the thick
woodland that too soon met the same fate.
The
handlers immediately drew their side arms and at that moment for a
split second was shocked by the grotesque imagine of Caroline Munro.
As she stepped from the trees, Munro only needed that second to reach
the first dog handler and disarm him of his weapon. With an action so
swift, she placed the pistol in the centre of his chest and pulled
the trigger. The sound of the shot woke the second handler from his
shock of seeing the face of trooper Munro. Before he could get a shot
off, Caroline was upon him and it was not before he too fell to the
ground dead alongside his fallen comrade.
The
two shots would have alerted anyone nearby, military or civilian.
Munro grabbed in turn each of the legs of the handlers and dragged
them into the forest to lay alongside the two dogs she harpooned with
the two broken branches. She now needed to get away from here
completely. She needed answers, she needed to speak to Dr Gillian
Stevens.
Unclassified
MOD Facility somewhere in Britain – Two Weeks Ago
The
five SAS troopers sat around the large oval table in the boardroom.
With their weapons removed the security was now down manned to just
two of the MP’s now standing guide inside the room. Dr Gillian
Stevens seemed a little more relaxed after the initial
confrontational meeting. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” Dr Stevens gave
an extra friendly emphasis on the word, ‘Ladies’ much to the
annoyance of Caroline Munro. “Let me introduce myself, my name is
Dr Gillian Stevens and I work for The
Government Communications Headquarters, GCHQ.
Like you I have been assigned to the Counter-Terrorism Wing and have
been tasked to improve our homeland security. I think at this point
its best if we now show the short film I have made.” Dr Stevens
returned to her seat as the room dimmed and a large white screen made
its way down from above just as the ceiling mounted projector started
to play.
As
the film began to play; Dr Stevens herself then came onto the screen.
“Welcome to this presentation about the proposed surveillance
mobile phone app called. ‘FaceClip’.
It
has been recognized for some time now that the best way to fight
against terrorism is infiltration. If the security forces around the
world could penetrate the very organisation that threatens our
liberty by gaining access to their plans before they were acted upon,
we could effectively shut down every known terrorist group
overnight.” The on screen Dr Stevens now moves over to a desk that
has a computer monitor and a keyboard. She continues her
presentation. “Everybody takes ‘selfies’ even terrorists. Here
are some examples of a few taken by phones of known ‘sleeper
terrorist agents’ we rigged up for this demonstration.” The
doctor sat behind the keyboard and soon the whole screen was filled
with three portrait pictures. Two were men, one was a woman. From the
poses it was obvious they were taken in a relaxed environment. The
pictures soon left the screen and were replaced again by the image of
Dr Stevens who took up where she left off. “Now I hear you all
saying, what’s such a big deal about capturing someone photo, well
when you combined that with the technology of 3D printing, this is
the result.” At that point the screen went blank and a door to the
right automatically clicked open and behind the door was three glass
cabinets. Each one had the perfect replica of the terrorist heads. Dr
Stevens got up from her chair and went over to the door, pushing it
open further she pulled all three glass cabinets out into the
boardroom for all to see. All five of the SAS troopers also left
their chairs to examine the heads.
SAS
captain, John Crawford was the first to open the glass cabinet, he
was expecting the effigy to be made of wax, upon feeling the heads he
felt the cold clammy flesh of dead tissue. Even for a man used to
seeing the evidence of extreme violence, the sight of these severed
heads turned his stomach. Rage was building up in him as he turned to
General Grant, “What kind of sicko are you? Is this what we do now?
Go down to their level of butchery!” Dr Stevens looked at General
Grant, “Crawford!” he shouted, “Let the doctor explain before
you jump now anyone’s throat.” John Crawford backed away from the
cabinet letting Dr Gillian Stevens talk his place over at the
cabinet; she could not help but smile at their achievement. “We
have pushed have 3D printing a little further now, with our genetics
programme we have managed to clone several human heads. We have
created human adult male and female skulls grown and attached muscles
and even manged to cultivate skin and hair from different ethnic
groups. These heads we have created have no features and they are
just blank canvas, that’s where the 3D printing comes in. The phone
app digitises the face and then sends the information to our 3D
printer which converts into living tissue and then maps it over the
genetically grown head moulding the flesh and muscle to produce the
face from the selfie.
Caroline
Munro went over to stare at the head of the woman, still staring at
the head she said to Dr Stevens, “You want us to have our faces
exchanged for terrorists, don’t you?” Dr Stevens looked awkwardly
at General Grant, the General nodded to Stevens. “We want to swap
your faces around. We will take a picture of your face for, shall we
say, filling. Then while your faces are still warm, we will digitise
the terrorist face that we have grown on our GM heads, over onto
your, ‘Blank’ faces.”
“So, I take it then you have five
of these scum bags lined up for us?” said John Crawford. Grant
immediately answered him, “Five known terrorist have been located
in London that we have under surveillance right now. Your job is to
go in eliminate your target and resume their identity.”
“Got
it all worked out haven’t you,” said Munro. “Except one thing,
our voices. I bet we don’t sound like them!” Crawford gave a
smile as he looked towards the General and the doctor. “Well, do
you have an answer for that one?”
“We just want you to gain
entrance into their safe house and waste the mothers, not engage them
in polite conversation!” The General was by now getting slightly
agitated with John Crawford and his team. Dr Stevens then continued,
“The voice recognition and duplication application is a little way
off, but if we can provide a convincing distraction to allow a group
to get pass their front door, that would be a vast achievement,”
General
Grant signalled to the two MP’s standing by the door and on his
command, they let Crawford and the others pass out into the corridor.
Dr Stevens lead the team down the long passageway where they finally
reached their destination, Dr Stevens test laboratory.
Inside
were only five chairs and a bank of monitors. On Grants command,
reluctantly the five troopers took a seat each, Crawford saw the arm
restrains and knew it would be useless to make any kind of protest.
It was Dr Stevens who took the decision to strap in the five troopers
feeling that this would seem less intimidating for them than if the
MP’s did it. Dr Gillian Stevens addressed the room when she
proclaimed the standard reason behind tiring someone down to a chair,
“It’s for your own safety,” giving everyone a smile. A female
laboratory assistant then entered and began putting ECG and EEG
sensors on the troopers.
Once
the assistant had finished placing the sensors on the troopers, a
technician in a room outside switched on the monitors to show the
heart rate and brain wave patterns for all five of the troopers. Dr
Gillian Stevens began to explain what was going to happen next.
“Troopers, soon a mask from above will be lowered onto your face.
Inside the mask are tiny cameras that will continuously photograph
your face for two minutes. You will during that time lose your
eyesight, please do not concern yourself, this is part of the process
of removing your face which will be mapped onto a genetically cloned
skull, like the ones you were shown, for safe-keeping. Almost
immediately after that process the face of the chosen subject will be
transferred onto your now blank face. Once the process is finished,
we will keep the mask on for a few more minutes to allow the muscle
tissues to settle. Right! Everyone ready?”
Somewhere
in, England – Present Day
Two
days had now passed since Caroline Munro broke out from the MOD
security facility near the Norfolk town of Swanton Morley. She and
the four other SAS troopers were taken there after a surveillance
experiment went horrifically wrong. Now she was back outside the
perimeter fence where two weeks ago Dr Gillian Stevens turned her
into a side-show freak.
One
thing they teach the recruits on the SAS selection course, is how to
become aware of your surroundings whether you are blind-folded or
just sitting in the back of a land rover. When they were being taken
to the ‘unclassified’ facility there was a lot of information to
be observed along the way. Although it was pitch black, Caroline
glimpsed road signs, and buildings. She paid particularly attention
to how long they were travelling between turn offs and junctions. She
even managed at one point when stopped at traffic lights, to see
where certain star constellation was in the sky. All this added up to
a visual map in her head to where they were going. She did the same
when they were moved to the facility in Norfolk after the accident,
now she played the map in reverse and filled in the blanks with the
other information she retained.
Just
like in the forest, trooper Munro used her inner vision to scan the
fence for a weakness, just then she heard to her right the sound of a
car door slamming. The car engine revved and slowly began to make its
way over to the sentry. Caroline ran to where the noise was coming
from. She halted and crouched in the bushes near the guardhouse. The
car reached the sentry and the soldier on duty was satisfied with the
drivers pass and lifted the red and white stripped barrier letting
the car pass out onto the country lane. With all her stealth,
Caroline Munro slipped unnoticed pass the guard and made her way to
Bunker No.2 that lead to Dr Stevens laboratory.
Unclassified
MOD Facility somewhere in Britain – Two Weeks Ago
Caroline
looked up towards the ceiling to see the mask lowering down upon her
face. She just had time to glance at her heart monitor seeing the
heart rate beginning increase. As the mask approached, she closed her
eyes for the last time.
Claustrophobia
was one fear the army could not beat out of her in their training,
with her eyes remaining closed she began to breathe deeply to relieve
her anxiety of being confined. Then before her stress levels had time
to increase, the tiny flashes of light, Dr Stevens spoke about, began
to strobe inside the mask. At first, she could detect the light pass
over her eye lids then that sensation slowly decreased until she was
left in totally darkness.
She
gathered that the flashing lights must have stopped because next she
felt a slow tingling feeling come over her face. The sensation gained
momentum as facial muscles began to twitch involuntary, now she had
the weirdest feeling that her lips were shrinking and her mouth was
closing up! She tried to stick her tongue out but it now only hit a
wall of flesh. Now to her horror, like her eyes, her mouth had also
disappeared.
Now
trying not to panic, Caroline Munro remained still in the chair. The
arm and leg restrain were still in place, so the whole procedure was
not yet complete. Trooper Munro sat there now waiting for the
transfer of her new face to take place. While sitting in the dark,
she became aware that she could see! Not the type of seeing she was
used to with her real eyes, but seeing telepathically. She had a
perception, an awareness unlike she had never experienced before. Was
this part of the experiment? Was this now part of being this lethal
assassin? She would now be able to second think the terrorist before
they commit the crime.
While
Caroline was getting use to her new ‘second sight’ she had lost
time of how long she had been under the mask. She then remembered
that the doctor did say that the transformation would be almost
instantaneously. This now seemed longer, something had gone wrong.
She then became aware of activity beside her, although the mask
covered her ears, her hearing had not been affectived and she could
make out the voice of Dr Stevens and General Grant talking rather
excitable bordering hysterical next to her.
Caroline
had never heard a SAS trooper cry out in terror before, not even
during the most gruelling of training. So, when John Crawford
screamed, Caroline froze out of total fear. The scream was
blood-curling, the type of scream a person would make if their soul
had been ripped from their body. There was no doubt in her mind now,
something had gone disastrously wrong.
John
Crawford was escorted out of his chair with a hood placed
unceremoniously
over his head. The Captain of this group of SAS troopers, who had
survived torture interrogation by the Taliban, stumbled out of the
laboratory a broken man crying like a baby. Caroline could hear Dr
Stevens gasp out of shock and General Grant tried his best to compose
himself at what he saw when the masks were lifted off the remaining
three troopers. Caroline could not hear any cries form them just
muffled sounds like they were being gagged. Soon only her chair was
left. She felt the straps being released from around her arms and
legs then she flexed her fingers to help the circulation return.
Slowly she felt the pressure of the mask lift off her face and again
Caroline heard Dr Stevens cry out in disbelief at what she was now
looking at. Once Caroline Munro was free of the mask she tried to
open her eyes without success. Her brain was sending messages to her
optical muscles but they were not responding, trooper Munro had no
eyes to open. Neither did she have a mouth to voice of fear. She
could move her jaw and she could still feel her teeth with her
tongue, but she had no oral orifice to open.
In
her head Caroline Munro screamed her anguish, and in their minds Dr
Stevens and General Grant heard her. Dr Stevens placed her hands over
her ears and looked at General Grant. He too was suffering from the
sudden noise inside his head. Dr Stevens took hold of Caroline by the
shoulders and gently sat her back down on the side of the chair.
“Caroline, can you hear me?” Munro nodded, “Good, now using
your inner monologue say your name.” Both Dr Stevens and General
Grant heard a name spoken to them in the unmistakable West Country
accent of trooper Caroline Munro.
Further
tests were done on Caroline to see what type of senses she now had
given that she was blind and mute. Once Dr Stevens and General Grant
were satisfied with their test results, Dr Gillian Stevens began to
explain to Caroline what had happen during the transfer.
Outside
Bunker No.2 – Present Day
Caroline
Munro took cover in between the wheelie bins. She had no idea if Dr
Gillian Stevens was on the base this evening, but someone would be
there. Someone to help her reverse this mistake and so get her old
face back. She could not believe what Dr Stevens had told her, about
the malware that was on the terrorist phones they had bugged with
FaceClip. A malware that had been sent out by the same government she
worked for. GCHQ were sending out malware patches to the phones of
all known suspected terrorists. The malware was to corrupt any
photographic image taken by their phones, wipe the image or distort
it with some other images. This was to frustrate and confuse the
enemy in identifying their targets. No one thought to pass this on to
Dr Gillian Stevens and her team. The original three suspected
terrorist they used as test subjects had brand new phones and so were
protected by the free thirty-day anti-virus allowing the experiment
to proven to be a success. Caroline learned that the selfie photo
they used for John Crawford had been mixed with a random picture and
so his face now looked like a Picasso painting with his features all
distorted. The other three had their faces so badly distorted that
their features had staring to dissolve once their masks were removed.
The
photograph they were hoping to use for Caroline face had been wiped,
so there was nothing for them to substitute her face with. Caroline
then asked the doctor the question, why couldn’t they just give
them back their old faces? The doctor replied that the disfiguration
on the first three had radically altered their bone structure making
it impossible to give their own faces back. In the case of Caroline,
the malware had now corrupted the laboratory software and so her face
was no longer viable to use.
It
was an early July evening and the twilight was casting its long
shadow, long deep shadows to hide in. Caroline needed entrance into
the bunker but this was going to be difficult without a pass. She
still had the pistol she took from the dog handler back in Norfolk,
her plan was to wait for someone to emerge from the bunker and hold
them at gun point until they took her to the laboratory. Hopefully it
will be a civilian worker who will also be stunned by her appearance.
Her wait was soon rewarded by the arrival of a young lab technician.
Caroline jumped the young man who upon seeing the deformed SAS
trooper dropped his files and was pushed back into the bunker with
Caroline holding the pistol against his temple. A wet patch soon
appeared down the inside right leg of the young man’ trousers,
unable to control his bowl movements at being taken hostage.
Caroline
calming constructed the sentence in her mind before sending it
telepathy to the technician. For the young man it started as an echo
calling to him, he looked around to see no-one in the corridor except
the faceless trooper. Then he heard the clear female voice speak into
his mind. “Nod your head if you hear me?” The young technician
shook uncontrollably as he slowly nodded his head, “Good, I want
you to take me to Dr Gillian Stevens’s laboratory. Do you
understand?” Again, the young technician nodded his head. With her
free hand she pulled her hood up to conceal her face, “Now, I’m
going to remove the pistol from your head and I want you to take me
by the arm. If anyone asks, you are taking me to General Grant. Is he
still here?” The technician seemed a little more relaxed now the
pistol had been removed from his head and responded by saying ‘yes’
to Caroline’s question.
The
technician, who was named Jason, led Caroline by the arm down the
corridor towards Dr Stevens laboratory. Being an experimental
facility, volunteers were always being escorted by laboratory staff
to various rooms and so, no-one suspected Caroline as she was led by
Jason through the corridors. The arrival of the five SAS troopers two
weeks ago was high-classified. Only General Grant, the doctor plus a
small group of armed guards and technicians were privy to the
FaceClip experiment and only those members knew about the disaster
and the quick removal of those involved.
Jason
and Caroline reached Dr Stevens laboratory. Jason knocked on the door
checking if it was empty. To both of their surprise the voice of Dr
Gillian Stevens called back to them, “Who is it?” Caroline
produced the pistol to prompt Jason to reply before the doctor got
suspicious. “It’s me Dr Stevens with the DNA you requested.”
There was a brief pause then the door clicked open, Caroline Munro
pushed Jason to one side before trusting the pistol into the face of
Dr Gillian Stevens.
Caroline
locked the door behind her before, she pressed the ‘DO NOT DISTURB’
button. Lowering the pistol from the doctor’s face, Munro grabbed
Dr Stevens wrist, forced her fingers apart and placed the doctors
hand on the palm pad. After Dr Stevens palm print had locked the
door, Caroline let go of the doctor’s wrist leaving Dr Gillian
Stevens to stare into the blank face of trooper Caroline Munro.
“So,
I see you have found me then?” Dr Stevens seemed remarkably relaxed
as she rubbed her wrist. Caroline once again used her telepathy to
speak to the doctor. “And you think I’m stupid not to realise
your little codes. Anyone with half an ounce of common sense would
know that DNA is not delivered like a postman delivering mail. So,
what did you do press some sort of panic button?” Dr Gillian
Stevens went back to sit behind the table in the laboratory. “Forcing
me to lock the door won’t stop the armed response team I have
alerted. When the General phoned me two days ago to say you had
escaped I knew a person of your determination would soon find me. I
have been staying at this facility ever since, becoming the bait to
bring you back.” Caroline resumed pointing the pistol back at Dr
Stevens and sat down at the table opposite her. “So, you know what
I have come back for?” Dr Stevens looked matter-of-factly towards
Caroline Munro, “I told you last time you were here, your face was
corrupted. I can’t give you your face back.” Caroline’s
telepathic voice began to vibrate in the doctor’s mind. “I just
want a face, any face, your face!” Dr Stevens stirred awkwardly in
her chair. “I told you our computers got corrupted by the malware
so I can’t do as you asked.” Caroline Munro flicked the safety
catch off the pistol, “In that case,” she said pointing the
pistol into Dr Stevens face, “you may as well die.” Gillian
Stevens drew her hands up to cover her face, “Wait! Maybe there is
a solution. We can duplicate.” Munro lowered the pistol,
“Duplicate? You mean have two of us walking around.” Dr Stevens
was now playing for time. It needed to be long enough to allow the
armed response team to arrive. “I can duplicate both of us.
Afterwards you can live in any part of the world you want. I’ll
explain to General Grant we have come to an agreement. It’ll be
tidy, an ending for all of us” Caroline knew what tidy meant. While
she was making her way to the facility, Caroline remembered hearing
the news from various outlets of a helicopter crash with no survivors
in Wales. At the time she thought to herself how ‘tidy’ that was.
Dr
Stevens slowly came out from behind the table, her movements still
alerted Caroline, “Where do you think you’re going?” Dr Stevens
stumbled of her reply, “I eh! Need to get things set up for us.”
Caroline now unnerved Dr Stevens it was as if Caroline could
penetrate her every thought. Caroline Munro did not trust the doctor
and so followed her around the laboratory checking everything she
did. “Right,” said Dr Stevens her hand shook as she held the
phone in her hand. She then touched the ‘camera’ icon and then
flipped the phone away from its case to expose the camera lens.
Looking at the camera full-on Dr Stevens then took a picture of
herself. Afterwards she plugged the phone into the computer. Her
image came up on the screen and the anti-virus software scanned the
computer moving from 0% to 100% changing the colour on the gauge from
red to green. Dr Stevens programmed two of the chairs and both the
doctor and Caroline could hear the chairs hydraulics starting to
respond. Dr Stevens turned to face Caroline Munro, the soft deformed
facial muscle rippled involuntary under her skin. Stevens then looked
into the flesh covered hollow part of Caroline’s face, that part of
the face where her eyes should be. “Trooper, you are going to have
to trust me on this next part.” Caroline thought for a moment, what
had she to lose. If Dr Stevens was now going to betray her, death
would be swift and a release from this nightmare. Trooper Munro
nodded in agreement.
Dr
Stevens escorted Caroline Munro into her chair, there was no need for
the restraints today and placed the computers on timers. Then Dr
Stevens sat in her chair and both women leaned there heads back on
their head rests. As the countdown on the computers neared zero, the
chairs began to stir to life. The timer now said zero and the masks
started to lower themselves. Caroline again felt the claustrophobic
encasement of the mask, the next part of the procedure was alien to
her, this was the point when first time around the experiment went
wrong. So, instead of feeling that her face was being pulled apart,
she had the feeling of her facial muscles growing, expanding. Now for
the first time in just over two weeks her optical senses were
detecting flashes of light strobing across her face. Her lips were
forming back and she could now open her mouth.
The
strobing stopped and Caroline sat there letting her new face adjust
to her existing bone structure. It was then while sitting in total
darkness that the shooting started.
Not
long after the strobing had started, it finished. The mask was slowly
lifted off Caroline Munros face, white blinding light pieced her new
eyes, someone was gently lifting her out of the chair, “This way Dr
Stevens,” said the voice and Caroline was taken to a waiting
stretcher. She tried to speak, her voice was now deep, like a man’s
voice but her Bristol accent could still be clearly audible. “What
happened, where I’m I?” She was generally confused. “Looks like
we manage to stop the process before that renegade trooper changed
her face into yours.” The armed response soldier pointed to the
corpse of Dr Stevens as she laid slumped in the chair now with her
face completely wiped. “The lab tech, Jason told us Munro broke in
and was holding you hostage. We had orders from General Grant to
destroy the computers. Looks like we did it in time before the
process started. What was her plans, doctor, for you two to swap
clothes so she could steal your identity?” Caroline looked down at
the black fatigues she was still wearing. She tried to speak, “I, I
guess so,” There was something burning, she rubbed her throat. The
medic came over to Caroline, “The mask you were wearing
short-circuited when some of the bullets hit it. The burns will heal
in time, but I think its damaged your vocal cords.” Caroline rested
back down on the stretcher as she was taken to hospital.
Within
the week Caroline Munro, now addressing herself as Dr Gillian
Stevens, was discharged from the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital and
after emptying Dr Stevens bank account, disappeared off the face of
the earth. While she was in hospital she had time to think. Why did
the General give the order to destroy the laboratory? Rescuing the
doctor, it would seem, was not part of his plan. Did the General now
consider Dr Gillian Stevens a risk? Did he have orders from the Home
Secretary to ‘tidy’ things away? If the General ordered Dr
Stevens execution, that would have been another trail to ‘tidy’
away, when would the killings stop. But if the doctor got caught in
the crossfire, well that would have been a tragic accident, no
lingering questions to ask. She was obviously now considered a loose
cannon that needed tying down.
General
Grant never paid Munro/Stevens a hospital visit, obviously distancing
himself from any future police inquiries when Munro/Stevens body
would eventually turn up floating in the River Wensum. Her face now
told the world she was Dr Gillian Stevens, a face that would
eventually get her killed. However, inside she was still SAS Trooper
Caroline Munro a trained killer who had every intention of living,
and who had every intention of finding General Charles Grant.
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