At the far end of the hall, Lance saw a flash of light from around a corner and heard the tell-tale hum of the transformation gun. He sprinted in pursuit! If the test subject escaped the facility with that device, the world would know too much, too soon and who knows what they would do with that knowledge!!
Rounding the corner, where one of his hand-picked armed mercenaries should have been standing, he saw an all too familiar sight.
A beautiful brunette, clad only in a white miniskirt fondled herself and gazed up at Lance with lusty eyes almost devoid of intelligence. Behind her an open door marked the failure of Lance’s pursuit.
The test-subject had turned the intelligence scale to the minimum for sentient life and the physical pattern was still set for Dr. Peterson’s own fantasies.
The test subject had escaped, leaving a trail of a dozen dumb brunette bimbos in his wake. This was shaping up the be the worst week of Lance’s month!