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it again. I suppose I should have known he wouldn’t
care what I wanted, knowing the way his mind worked. Duty first,
right? But the reason I didn’t want the job is that I really didn’t
think that I was up to the responsibility of running the whole
country. I still don’t, for that matter.”
    Robin protested, “But Jodie, you’d be a great
Chief.”
    She smiled and shook her head. “All I ever
wanted to be was a soldier. I never wanted to get involved in
politics. Well, it doesn’t much matter what I think, anyway. If he wanted me to do it, I don’t see that I have any choice.
How could I refuse to obey his last order?”
    “Now you can understand why they made their
move so soon after General Cafferson was gone,” Kate said. “Once
the General Staff voted you in as the Chief, it would be too late
for them to do anything about it. They broke into his safe deposit
box and took the original testament from Cafferson’s papers, to
keep it from becoming public knowledge.”
    “But then…” Jodie said in bewilderment.
“…we’re done. We have no proof of his final instructions.”
    Colonel Bransom reached into an inside pocket
of his jacket and removed a sheaf of folded papers. “They got one original,” he told them, holding up the papers. “This is
another, with General Cafferson’s signature, notarized by two
witnesses. He gave it to me for safekeeping, in the event a
situation like this arose. This will be proof enough of his
intentions to satisfy any court.” He slid the papers back into his
jacket.
    “Now, the next problem will be finding
someplace to stash you three wanted criminals,” he said. “If
Lieutenants Carroll and Swenson will assist you with disguises, I
will try to find a hole for you crawl into and pull in after
yourselves, until we’re ready to bring you out.”
    Steph and Kate led Jodie, Robin and Merry
away to an upstairs bedroom, while Colonel Bransom huddled in an
urgent conference with Dick Murphy.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Twenty minutes later, the women returned to
the living room.
    “So, Daddy, what do you think?” Merry asked
Colonel Bransom, when all three women were lined up for his
inspection.
    He looked them over carefully, up and down,
then walked around to scrutinize at them from behind. Finally, he
shook his head in wonderment. “It is truly amazing. I would not
have recognized any of you on the street.”
    The transformation was startling. Jodie was
now a redhead, with coppery waves running halfway down her back.
Her eyes, formerly sea green, were after the insertion of colored
contact lenses, black. She was three inches taller than she had
been, thanks to the lifts in her knee-length cowboy boots. Her
eyebrows were heavier and matched her new hair color, and her
cheekbones were now broad and prominent, giving her a distinctly
Slavic appearance. She was still very beautiful.
    Robin was now a brunette, with her hair
clipped severely short and parted on one side. She wore round,
tortoiseshell glasses over her formerly blue, now brown eyes. Her
nose was straighter, her ears a different shape, and her figure had
changed. Robin was a lovely woman, with a trim physique and fine,
but far from enormous breasts that were just perfect size for her
slim frame. Now, she was carrying a stunning bosom that nearly
spilled out of the skin-tight dress she had apparently been poured
into. “You look like why the riot started, sweetie,” Colonel
Bransom told her. “But I’m not sure I want you walking around in
public looking like that.”
    “Don’t worry, Daddy,” Robin answered. “As
soon as we get someplace safe, I’ll take the fake boobs off. Most
of the plastic and make-up won’t hold up for more than twelve
hours, anyway.”
    “Too bad,” Jodie commented admiringly. “You
make one hell of a sex-bomb.”
    Merry’s transformation was even more radical
than the others. Her hair was no longer long, straight and
chestnut-brown, but was now shorter, black and kinky. Her