Blending In.

Calvo took a deep breath, and held it while he waited for the worst. He was quite happy when nothing happened. The two guardswomen looked in his direction for a minute then made their way over to him.

"What happened here?" asked one of the women. She was a very attractive blonde, with sharp blue eyes. Calvo assumed she was a clone, probably somebody's idea of a perfect woman. Printed across her left breast was a number like the rest of the guards. Her number was Nineteen.

"I am not sure, but we need to get inside the **** dome!" Calvo said in his best fake urgent voice.

"Where's the controls?" responded the other girl. She was a cute petite redheaded girl. Calvo grinned when he looked at her. She had the taut perky breasts, and tight little ass you’d only see on a girl of 19 or so. Her number was Forty-Nine. Calvo wondered if the numbers were rank, or something else.

"Ugh… I have been searching, but I can't find the concom anywhere!" Calvo answered.

19 frowned while she was thinking, then her frown became a quick smile. She had a glimmer of hope as she spoke, "I have an over-ride in the Prowler! Behind the dome, will you go get it for me?" She was looking at Calvo.

"Right away," he said. Calvo quickly made his way around the dome and out of their sight. He wasn’t sure what a Prowler was, but he figured it couldn’t be too hard to find. Once he was all the way on the other side he found a 'dune-buggy' type vehicle. He quickly studied the vehicle to discover it would seat 8, was a 5-speed transmission, and was fully loaded. Attached to the rear of the buggy was a large metal tool box. There was a lock on it, but Calvo suspected the lock wouldn’t hold against much of a battering. He looked in the front seat and sure enough there was a controller. "This must be the override," he told himself, "but what do I want to do?" Calvo wondered if he should take the Prowler and put as much distance between him and them as possible, or if he should take the over-ride to blonde girl.

He wasn't sure what state the girls inside the dome were in; the cold temperature may have finished them off by now. He also wasn't sure if the girls had gotten a good look at him. If he stuck around he took the chance that they would recognize him and he'd be finished. Then on the other hand the girls in the dome may not be able to identify him, or even spit out anything coherent.