"We need to question the Minotaur, not some drugged-out bird woman, Agent Johnson. So if we have the evidence that we need to go after whoever did this for unethical or forced transformation stored, we might as well change him back and see if that works."
"Unfortunately, Special Agent Yereminiva, we can't simply change him back, as the people running this place didn't keep the original scans. We can give him a minotaur body, but whether the memories we need have survived is another question. The harpy brain doesn't have the storage capacity of most mammalian transformations, so what's gone may be irretrievable. I should tell you that precedents for where we've done this on the transformees here are not encouraging."
"Understood, Agent Johnson. Go ahead then."
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"Jessica Husky here."
"Jessica, this is Zack. We need to talk about Harry."
"I thought Harry was some kind of flying horse-woman now."
"That thing isn't Harry!" snorted Zack. "It's a completely different personality! It may think its Harry, but it's not! Harry's gone, they didn't, they didn't even keep the scan, the bastards."
"Harry's, gone?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Oh no!"
"I'm sorry, Jess. Everyone here is pretty messed up about it."
"Poor Katie!"
"Yeah, her too."
"Are they going to find the people who did this?"
"They're looking. They probably will. I don't know."
"Naomi's gone, Harry's gone. . . Zack, do you want me to come down there?"
"Yeah, Jess, yeah, I do."
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"Special Agent Yereminiva here."
"We just received word from a local contact around 150 miles south of where you are that someone saw two huge birds flying south carrying briefcases. That sound like something you're interested in?
"Hell yeah!"
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"Can I come by and get my stuff today? Uh, it might be better if you weren't there."
"Oooh, the big bad FBI agent get a talking to from Panther Mama?" Steve laughed. "Sure, if you really think you can't trust yourself around me I'll leave the key under the doormat. See you around, handsome."
Agent Sherman put down the phone. Now, he thought, all I have to do is figure out what sex and species I want to be. Piece of cake.
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Maybe its time I try spreading the word to some of Harry's old friends, Irene thought. They should be receptive.
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The Minotaur sat up from the transformation slab, looked around, and blinked in a puzzle manner. Here goes nothing, Agent Johnson thought.