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It's Dolly's Birthday
Chapter 5.
The penny drops for Cally...
Callisto had been practicing a guitar lick. While she normally took pity on those around her and practiced under headphones, this day, she felt confident enough in her ability to play the piece well, and contrary enough to not want to have the headphones on that she played through the amp's speakers instead. She was sure that her playing could be heard throughout the house and beyond, but she couldn't be induced to care.
She had just finished a glittering glissando down the neck of her SG when into the momentary silence there came a thud as from a body hitting the floor overhead and a muffled shriek from a female voice. Since the only other member of the fair sex in the house was Gabrielle, who was not given to screaming, Callisto figured there was something seriously bad going on. She set her guitar down carefully in its chrome stand and drew her Glock from the holster hanging on the inner knob of the door between the room and the larger basement outside. Then moving with stilt-legged deliberation, she strode across the concrete floor and up the front stairs to the main floor of the house, her pistol held at the ready, all senses on hair-trigger alert. When she got halfway up the stairs, she heard Gabrielle's scream. She bounded the rest of the way up and raced to the foyer, getting there just in time to see Drummond drill one of the men in the entry.
Then she saw the body change as the masquerade fell away in death and she realized that they were under attack by the extraterrestrial Mequillar, who had allied themselves with the errant clones which had resulted from unauthorized experiments undertaken at the Center.
"Everybody just freeze where you are. Cally Doll has a very big gun that can make nasty aliens just as dead as the one on the floor. So if you would like to better your odds of returning someday to the rock you crawled out from under, just lie down on the floor and don't fuck with me!" She shouted the last with more than a slight edge to her tone of voice. To her credit, the aliens obeyed her with alacrity. By the time Drummond made it down the stairs from the second floor, she was covering the captive aliens with her Glock and frisking them one-handed. Leaving her to deal with them, Drummond hustled on across the foyer toward the door.
Callisto finished the pat-down and gestured with her pistol. "Everybody," she said, "against the wall." One of them looked as though he might try to make a move on her and she pistol-whipped him. He fell to the floor, a hand to his temple and a surprised expression on his face.
"Don't fuck with the dollies," she warned ominously. "Next time I won't be so gentle."
For all their feminine beauty, the dollies had not grown up learning social restraint, and they could seem sociopathic at times.
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