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Beamsville, USA, autumn, 1943

Beamsville was a small Midwestern American town and even in wartime, life went on. Like most small towns, everything followed a routine and some might say things were even boring. Today, even though it’s just another Tuesday, all of that was about to change.

The State Police car, a 1932 Ford, came to a stop in front of the Beamsville Sheriff’s Office and the first to get out was its driver, Sgt Friday. Friday was a member of the State Police and today, he was in a hurry. His Partner, Officer Gannon got out next, opening the rear enger door to help their prisoner to her feet and onto the sidewalk.

The prisoner was no ordinary convict. She was a striking, statuesque blonde and turned the head of every one of the few Beamsville residents who were on the street that morning as she was escorted into the building.

The office wasn’t large, but was well-furnished, and clean, with two desks and two cells in the back of the room. A woman sitting at the desk to the side looked up from paperwork. “Can I help you?” she said with a smile.

“We’re looking for Sheriff Taylor.” Sergeant Friday said, his tone all business.

“I am Sheriff Taylor.” She stood and extended her hand.

“A woman?” Friday shook her hand.

“Last I checked, yes” Sheriff Taylor smiled. “Most people call me Ann.” She divided her attention between the two police officers and their prisoner. “Our former Sheriff is serving in Europe, Sergeant. “How can I be of service?”

“We were supposed to meet some men from Washington.” Sergeant Friday responded.

“I see,” Sheriff Taylor said. “It may have something to do with the plane we were expecting at the airfield this morning. They were delayed due to mechanical problems.”

“Joe,” Officer Gannon said, “Her being a woman might work out. Maybe she won’t be . . .” he paused almost imperceptibly, “affected.”

“Affected?” Sheriff Taylor asked.

“It isn’t important,” Sergeant Friday said, “We are going to have to leave our prisoner in your custody Sheriff. The Washington men can pick her up when they arrive”

“I think we can handle that, Sergeant.” Sheriff Taylor said. “Is there anything special I need to know?” She turned her attention to the blue-eyed beauty between them.

The prisoner smiled, raising her handcuffed hands with a demure wave and a bright smile.

“No,” Sergeant Friday said, crisply. “She must be kept confined and transferred to the Washington men when they arrive. We need to be back at the capitol as soon as possible.”

“Certainly, Sergeant,” Sheriff Taylor said, retrieving a key from her desk and walking to the cells in the back. “Right this way.” She held the door of the first cell open.

The policemen removed their handcuffs from the prisoner and stepped out of the cell as the Sheriff closed and locked the door. “She must be monitored closely at all times.” Sergeant Friday said, and the two officers turned to leave.

“My deputy and I will make sure of it.” The Sheriff said, placing the key back at her desk. “You both have a safe drive back to the capitol.”

The two policemen left and Ann Taylor turned back toward the cell. “It seems that you are our guest for the time being.”

“Yes Sheriff,” the woman said, sitting on the bed in the cell. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met a female sheriff.”

“Well,” Sheriff Taylor said, “with the war a lot of men were called up to serve.”

“So were you, it seems.” The prisoner smiled, her eyes looking up at Ann.

“You could say that.” Ann said. “So what should I call you? I’m not sure I’ve ever had a female prisoner before.”

“I’m Vina, Sheriff,” the woman said.

“Well, Vina,” Ann said, “Welcome to the town of Beamsville. I’m Sheriff Ann Taylor. My deputy seems to be running late, but her sister, Bea, should be here at about noon with some sandwiches and coffee for lunch. We’ll try to make your stay as comfortable as possible.”

“Morning Ann”, Laurel Colt, the Beamsville librarian said, coming through the door, “I brought that geology book you wanted to borrow” she laid a thick book on the desk and straightened her glasses as she turned to see the woman in the cell. “Oh. I see that you’re busy.”

“Not at all, Laurel, and thank you.” Ann smiled. “This is Vina, and I was just getting her settled in. She’s going to be our guest today.” Ann paused, turning the book up to read its title on the spine. “This is the one, thank you.”

“No problem, Ann”, Laurel said, still staring at Vina, She inhaled deeply. There was something floral, just beyond her ability to recognize, and those eyes, those blue eyes . . . so easy to relax and stare.

Just at that moment the phone rang and Ann went to answer it, not appearing to notice when Laurel started walking slowly toward the cell.

“Sheriff’s office, Sheriff Taylor speaking,” Ann said into the phone.

Laurel stood, swaying slightly and staring at those blue eyes as they drew her in.

“Yes, she’s here,” Ann said, writing something down on her desk blotter.

Laurel was calm, very calm. In fact she wasn’t even aware that she wasn’t thinking. It wasn’t that she couldn’t think exactly. It was that she just didn’t thinking, or that she would normally be thinking. Those eyes, those sparkling blue eyes, like jewels that were all she could see, and the whispers she was hearing, but somehow not hearing that floated from the lips that moved softly, somewhere below those sparkling eyes.

“The plane won’t be here until tomorrow?” Ann said into the phone. “No, I don’t think that’ll be a problem. We’ll take good care of her. Thanks for letting me know. Yes, we’re right here on Maple Street, you can’t miss it, Goodbye.” As she put down the phone, she looked up to see Laurel turn and walk toward her with a dreamy expression on her face. “It looks like you’ll be with us just a little bit longer,” she said to the prisoner “. . . Everything all right, Laurel?”

“Oh,” Laurel seemed almost slightly startled. “Everything’s just fine Ann. I need to be getting back to my duties now. You can drop off the book when you’re done,” and with that, she left the office.

Ann paused for a moment, considering the odd change in behavior, and then turned to Vina in the cell. “As I was saying, the men from Washington won’t be here until tomorrow, so we’ll be trying to make your stay a comfortable one.”

“Thank you Sherriff,” Vina smiled, her eyes meeting Ann’s. “Your town seems very friendly.”

“We do try.” She said with a smile. “You don’t seem to be from around here.”

“No, Sheriff,” Vina continued to meet Ann’s eyes. “I live a long way from here.” She seemed slightly confused when Ann turned away and went back to her desk, but her expression quickly morphed into a knowing smile, as if she’d just been let in on a private joke.

Ann picked up the phone and dialed. “Bea?” She said into the phone, “I wanted to ask if it’d be a lot of trouble to add one more sandwich to the usual lunch?” She paused, listening. “We have a lady staying in the jail until tomorrow.” She listened again. “That’ll be swell, Bea, and thank you . . . don’t worry, anytime is fine.”

At that moment, the front door opened and a woman entered, wearing a police uniform and a gun belt. It was then that Vina noticed that the sheriff wasn’t armed. “Ann, I had to drop the car off at the garage.” Deputy Betty Drumm said, walking to her desk on the other side of the room, “Thelma Lou wants to see you about it. She said something was wrong with the engine” “Oh, hey, hello.” She said, finally noticing the woman in the cell.

“Betty, this is Vina, she’ll be our guest until tomorrow,” Ann said. “Some people from Washington are coming to get her.” “Vina, this is Deputy Drumm.”

“Hello,” Vina smiled, charmingly.

“Hello,” Betty said. “Washington?” she turned to Ann. “Did you say Washington? How can you just sit at your desk? This could be really important!” She inhaled. There was something pretty in the air.

“Well, Betty, it probably is important, but I don’t think getting all in a twist will help much.” She stood, moving toward the door. “We’ll just keep her comfortable until they come for her tomorrow.” She looked to Vina, and back to Betty. “I’ll go over and see what Thelma Lou wants and you just make sure nobody escapes and nothing explodes.”

“I’m serious, Ann . . .” Betty stopped, realizing that the sheriff was already on her way out the door. She kept sniffing the air; there was a floral scent that almost seemed to sing a relaxing lullaby to her senses. She followed the scent toward the cell and its occupant.

“The Sheriff should know that these Washington folks coming could really put this town on the map.” Betty continued, absently. As she was almost to the bars, her eyes met the sparkling gems in the eyes of a goddess. Her face froze as her body relaxed and was about to take that last step when her hand brushed a lamp on a small table a few feet from the cell. As it crashed to the floor, sending shards of its bulb and fragments of its glass shade everywhere, the spell was broken.

“Oh, look what I did!” Betty said, with panic setting into her voice, “Ann’s going to kill me! That’s the third lamp this month!”

“Relax Deputy,” Vina soothed, “Let go Betty.” She began to sway seductively in her cell, inviting the deputy to stare again.

Betty did look, but then her step crackled under her feet with broken glass and she was jolted back to her frantic thinking, trying to find a way to fix things. “Glue!” she said suddenly, stopping in her tracks. “I need to find the glue!”

Vina sat back on the bed, deflated, but also amused as she watched Betty search every drawer in the office for glue, even though the lamp was clearly beyond repair.

“I’ll be back,” Betty said, rushing toward the front door and then stopping. “Ann might see me going out the front!” She turned and went toward the side door, “I’ll go out the side and slip over to Crump’s Hardware!” She said to no one in particular, and vanished through the door without even another glance at the prisoner.

Vina was about to lie back on the bed and relax while she waited when she heard the front door knob turn.

“Sheriff?” a woman called, entering. Charlene Darling, a pretty blonde farm girl was dressed in farmer’s overalls and a straw hat, and carrying a pie. She stopped, at first thinking the office was empty and then saw that one of the cells was occupied. “Um, hello,” she said, almost shyly, setting the pie down on the Sheriff’s desk.

“Hello.” Vina smiled as she stood up and approached the bars like a jungle cat stalking its prey. “I’m Vina.”

“I’m Charlene,” the farmer said, inhaling deeply. The air around her head smelled like flowers and it was like something was calling her. “I brought a pie for the Sheriff.”

“I’m sure the Sheriff will be right back,” Vina cooed, softly.

“Yes . . .” Charlene seemed unaware that her feet were slowly moving her toward the cell. “She will be right back.”

“You can just relax” Vina breathed.

Charlene paused slightly, her hand picking up the cell keys without her being aware. Her brain was full of flowers, and those eyes.

Those beautiful pools of blue fire that called her, the eyes that put her mind to sleep and the whispered words her ears didn’t know they heard.

“So nice to be here with me,” Vina took the keys that were dreamily offered and touched Charlene’s cheek gently, tracing a finger downward, softly along the skin. Her finger paused, lightly touching Charlene’s eager lips. “So nice to stare,” Vina’s finger moved delicately, lifting Charlene’s chin ever so lightly.

Charlene moaned, softly.

Time didn’t exist, only the eyes, the finger, the whispered words, words that were her new truth.

Sheriff Ann Taylor was on her way across the street when she saw Charlene Darling come out of the office. She was about to call out a greeting when the farmer turned and walked stiffly the other way down the road toward her farm. Ann was just thinking about how strange the woman was acting when, as she was reaching for the door to the office, it began to open on its own.

She came face to face with Vina, whose eyes gazed back at her, caught.

“Keys,” Ann said calmly, holding out a hand, palm up.

Almost meekly, Vina placed the keys in the Sheriff’s hand. “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” Vina said with a slight shrug of the shoulders and an even subtler tilt of the head. She then turned around and began walking defeatedly back to the open cell.

As the pair crossed the office, Deputy Betty Drumm was coming through the side door, trying very hard to be quiet. She had closed the door before she looked up, and into the frowning face of her boss.

Ann shook her head slowly and then turned away and after the prisoner was back in the cell she locked the door.

“I can explain,” Betty attempted before being cut off.

“Why don’t you get a broom and sweep up that broken lamp before somebody gets hurt?” Ann said calmly. “You forgot the glue, didn’t you?”

“Glue, what glue?” Betty was stopped in her tracks with realizing that the Sheriff had already figured everything out. She went to the corner where the broom and dust pan were. “I went to Crump’s Hardware, but Helen was out, so I left a note.” She tried again while she was sweeping.

All the while, Vina watched the goings on with a quiet smile on her face.

As Betty finished dumping the dust pan with the last of the glass into a wastebasket, she put the broom back in the corner and brought the wastebasket outside to put it in the trash can.

Ann looked up as Bea came through the office door. Bea was Betty’s slightly younger sister and was, everyone thought, a bit of a mouse. “I brought the sandwiches, Ann.” Bea said, placing a basket on the desk.

“That’s real fine, Bea, thank you!” The Sheriff said, just as her phone rang. “Yes Floyd, calm down,” she put her hand over the phone and whispered something while motioning toward the cell.

Bea understood, pouring out a cup of coffee from a thermos bottle and putting a sandwich and a slice of pie on a plate. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, then inhaled as a sweet scent reached her nose. She made her way to the cell and ed the food through the slot on the bars.

“What’s this about raccoons Floyd?” Ann asked into the phone. She glanced over toward the cell and observed that the two women seemed to be having a quiet conversation. Floyd, the town barber, being in his mid-fifties and too old for enlistment, was currently the only male resident left in Beamsville. “Ate up all your hair tonic you say?”

After a time, Ann looked up to see Bea walking slowly toward the door. The two exchanged waves and Ann noticed a bright smile on Vina’s face. “Yes Floyd, I’m sure somebody can shoot the raccoon for you. Just relax and we’ll take care of it.” She put the phone down as Betty came back into the office and sat down quietly at her desk, pretending to start reading the most wanted list.

Ann looked and saw that the prisoner was now seated on the bed, eating the sandwich and pie and she started on her own while picking up the book from earlier.

After an hour, the phone rang and Ann answered, “Hello Laurel,” she said looking first at Betty, who quickly resumed reading an old report- so quickly she didn’t realize it was upside-down, and to the cell, where Vina sat, smiling, sweetly, innocently. “A snake, you say? In your pantry, you say?” Ann looked at the other two women again. Betty now had the paper right side up and Vina still smiled serenely. “Calm down Laurel, I’ll be over right away.” She hung up the phone and stood up. “I’m going over to see what’s got Laurel so scared,” she looked directly at Betty. “You’ll both be here, exactly where you are now when I get back, right?”

“Yes, Ann, um, Sheriff,” Betty stammered, “You can count on me.”

Vina just flashed a ‘what, little old me?’ look, and Sheriff Taylor left through the front door.

A short time later the phone rang again and Betty rushed to answer it. “Bea?” she said, “wait a minute, slow down Bea. You say there’s a snake in the kitchen?” She looked over to the cell where Vina smiled back at her with a flutter of her eyelids. “I’ll be right over Bea.” She started for the door and then stopped, turning to the Sheriff’s desk she moved the book which now had several pages bookmarked, and took the cell keys that were under it and put them in her pocket. “Whole town’s got snakes all of a sudden,” she said as she rushed out the door.

“Betty?” a voice called a short while later when the door opened. Ellen Crump, an attractive woman wearing a store apron walked into the office and, seeing the two empty desks placed a tube of glue on the Deputy’s desk with a sales slip and was about to leave when she saw Vina in the cell, smiling at her.

Not long afterward, the town police car pulled up and parked out front and Thelma Lou got out, walking to the Sheriff’s office door and disappearing inside. “It feels so good to obey.” Thelma Lou traced the soft whispering voice she heard past the empty desks and to the cells, where she saw Ellen Crump standing, facing away from her, toward the woman who now smiled at her from inside. She inhaled a sweet, intoxicating scent that was slowly wrapping itself around her brain. “Come closer,” a voice her ears didn’t hear sounded softly in her head. Without being really aware of the movement it was like she was floating as her feet carried her toward the cell, where her slackening gaze was met by two sparkling pools of glowing blue.

It was easy to relax.

Easy to stare.

Easy to let go.

Easy not to think.

Easy to forget not thinking.

So easy to forget losing herself in those eyes, those eyes that had become her world, her thoughts, her everything.

So easy to obey.

It was so good to obey, like she had never not obeyed.

Obedience filled her mind.

Both hypnotized women turned to see Deputy Betty Drumm return to the office and immediately stop, surrounded by air that smelled so pretty.

Betty felt her two friends take her arms and guide her floatingly toward the cell where Vina smiled at her.

So calm, so easy to relax.

Those two glowing blue eyes were all she saw.

There were words her brain didn’t because they weren’t for her.

“You will now exit this building, both of you and remain in this trance at your homes until you hear the call in your mind to come back here. You will obey.”

“I will obey,” they said, Betty didn’t pay attention to the two voices, or notice that she was no longer being held in place, but the obedience she didn’t truly hear felt wonderful to her. She knew she would obey as the whispers began to tell her everything she would know.

It was already dark outside when Ann came through the door to see Betty standing stiffly and silently at attention with her face a total blank slate and Vina sitting at the sheriff’s desk with the book from earlier opened to a bookmarked page. Ann slowly began to advance on the former prisoner.

“You’re a tough nut to crack, Sheriff,” Vina smiled, somewhat devilishly,

“And Illudium Q36 is a very rare mineral, very rare, indeed.”

“Stop Ann,” Betty spoke, and Ann turned to face her, “stop or I’ll shoot.” She was now pointing her gun at the sheriff.

“Now Betty, what’s gotten into you?” She took a step toward her deputy. “Put that away before you hurt someone.”

“The gun went off and Betty’s entranced expression didn’t react when the bullet bounced harmlessly off of Ann’s abdomen. Outside, a strange, otherworldly metallic, whirring hum could be heard, slowly getting louder, as if whatever was making it were getting closer.

Ann very calmly took another step and reached out slowly, almost mechanically, taking the revolver and crushing it into unusability with one hand, she then let it drop to the floor.

“That will be enough, Deputy,” Vina rose to her feet, putting down the book. “Go outside and wait with the others.”

Betty complied, opening the door and walking outside with her arms stretched out in front of her.

“I was not aware that Venus was sending female robots now.” She smiled, stopping a few feet in front of Ann. “You will not be allowed to interfere with our plans, fembot.”

“I am an advanced infiltrator unit, designation 5-3-X-6-9.” She said, her voice sounding somewhat metallic, “we were here first, Martian,” Ann said, mechanically.

“Yes,” Vina smiled, “it’s a pity you aren’t made of flesh and blood.” She reached out a hand and ran a finger delicately, playfully down the robot’s chest, stopping and briefly putting the finger in the bullet hole that went through the police uniform. “It could have been the beginning of something fun.” Vina turned and walked away a few steps before turning back. “Mars needs women, you see, and while the earthlings are busy fighting each other it’s a perfect time for us.” She smiled, twirling a lock of her blonde hair on her finger and licking her lip. “Venus is such a pretty planet and we have no quarrel with it. It’s kind of sad that the earth sometimes gets in the way of our view though.” She said the last with a playful wink.

“Venusian Command has been aware of your plans for some time.” The robot said, no longer hiding her robotic nature. The sound outside was much louder now. “My controllers inform me that your mission and ours are not in conflict.”

“Yes,” Vina smiled, “Perhaps we will meet again then, Venusian,” she turned and opened the door and both could see the women of the town standing in two neat lines and a glowing silver flying saucer touching down in the street. Pausing, Vina turned her head with a last playful look over her shoulder. “Perhaps one day on another Maple Street.” She blew a kiss and let the door slowly close.