Ambulances, and the real DC police had finally arrived, just a few minutes behind Pete and Artie, in fact. The two dead warehouse people were brought out in body bags, and the other one, who Myka finally determined was indeed Devon (she checked for an ID), was brought to the Washington Hospital Center. Myka took the Farnsworth phone and went in the ambulance with Devon while Pete helped the police to interview the remaining warehouse guy. Artie went back to the clinic and tried to get more info.

At first, MPD was suspicious why two Secret Service agents were here. Pete explained that they were here to investigate the sixty-plus deaths at the nearby clinic, that it may be part of a terrorist plot, and they were chasing a suspect into the warehouse. It seemed that case was a hot button for MPD, and they said they'd help in any way they can (they were so desperate to solve the case that, though they still needed to iron out some legal problems, they were trying to get permission to set up a concealed CCTV at the clinic).

Pete explained that they chased a suspect from the clinic to the warehouse, and the warehouse people got in the way. The police sent out a bolo for Dr. Robert Preston, sealed the crime scene and wrapped everything up. Artie went with the coroner, and Pete went back to the clinic to get more information about this Robert Preston, and then went over to the hospital to check on Devon.

At the hospital, Pete flashed his badge and got directions to Devon's room. Myka was outside, waiting for him.

"Hey, Myka. How's Devon?"

"She's recovering from shock. She lost more than three liters of blood, but they got to her in time. She's okay. She's just sleeping now."

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"Okay," Pete said.

Myka stopped him as he was about to step in.

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, I did," he said, a little irritatedly. "you said that she's okay, and that... she?"

Myka nodded. "I covered that up a little bit, and acted like Devon's always been a girl. I hid all of her picture IDs and credit cards."

Pete looked at Myka. "Devon's a girl now?"

Myka shrugged.

"Does she look okay? I mean, any missing arms or anything like that?"

"Doctors say she's totally okay, except for the loss of blood, which the doctors couldn't explain."

"Does she know?"

"Yes. She was awake an hour ago. She told me what happened to her."

Pete paused, took a deep breath and walked into the room.

The new girl's face was turned towards the door. She was sleeping, long blonde hair neatly combed back (probably Myka's doing), and his angular face was softened and rounded out a bit now, making her new face wonderfully feminine and graceful. Pete thought that the new girl was gorgeous, and couldn't reconcile her with the man that he had interviewed just yesterday.

The girl's eyes fluttered open, and Pete saw recognition in her flashing sapphire eyes.

"Hey, Pete," Devon said in a tired-sleepy voice. "How do I look?"

"Lookin' just great, Devon," Pete said.

"That's a relief. I was hoping for a mirror. Maybe see the new me."

Pete was about to look around, but Devon lifted a slim, graceful hand and waved him down. "That's okay," she said tiredly. "Maybe later, when I'm more up to it."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she whispered. Pete had to bend down closer in order to hear her at all. "It's like an answer to a prayer," she whispered to him before promptly falling asleep again.

She still sounded a bit like her old self, Pete thought, though her voice sounded feminine now, although in a register that was just a tad low for a girl. Pete thought it made her sound sexy.