Disclaimer: I do not own any characters (except Bowie) or themes. They belong to Queen and Ben Elton whom I thank for creating such an incredible play and writing unbelievable songs. Rest In Peace Freddie.

Note: This is based on the Toronto version so if there is a character named Bowie in the London Production, there is no relation.

Victim Of Your Crime

Chapter 1: Breaking Into Global Soft

He entered his dark office but didn't turn on the light. He didn't need to. His right eye had been replaced with a cyborkinetic one, equipped with night vision. It was past midnight. He'd been out late raiding Bohemian hideouts and enforcing strict discipline on the law breakers. He did enjoy his job, but he was left with little time for anything else.

Frankly, he had no life. Not even a cyber one, the only kind that was left really. He and Killer Queen had something going on and off, and he'd squeezed in some cyber sex when he found the time. Though it seemed to satisfy most, he wanted something a little more real. "Real" was hardly a word used anymore. Everything was virtual now. But that was the way he wanted it, wasn't it? That was what he was fighting to achieve.

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www/jennifer(at)thesmiths(dot)com, or Bowie as she liked to be called was a member of the Bohemian Freedom Fighters. She narrowly escaped being captured with the others in the raid at their base. She shuddered when she thought of what Khashoggi would do to them. Bowie was going to break into Global Soft's main office and cause some major havoc. The Bohemians had been planning this for some time, but now that they had been caught, she was the only one left. There were other groups of Bohemians that she could try to find and join them, but all her friends were gone. She was going to carry out the mission alone. She didn't care if she got caught anymore. There was nothing left to live for. Maybe she would join her friends at the Seven Seas of Rhye.

It was going to be difficult to break in alone, but she had to do it for the gang. Their plan was to do damage to Global Soft's software and upload music they'd made out of scraps they had found and send it to all the Ga Ga Girls and Boy Zone Boys. They had managed to steal some uniforms and I.D. from Killer Queen's staff too.

Bowie came to the front gate, inserted her I.D. card and the door opened. She did the same at the front door. She took the elevator up to the top floor where the main computer networking station was. Just as she was about to head down the hall she noticed the digital sign scrolling across the first door reading, "Commander Khashoggi: Head of Security, Interrogations, Disciplinary, Processing . . . Global Soft."

She couldn't resist. She had to go into his office. Maybe there was information she could use to help the other Bohemians if she made it out of here alive. She was curious to know just how much Khashoggi and Killer Queen knew. Maybe there was information on the Dreamer, a way to bring an end to this brainwashed world of no individuality.

There were different security measures, depending on which room you were trying to get into. Some only needed the I.D. card while others needed passwords. Khashoggi's had a key screen for a password as well as a palm scan for finger prints and a retina scan. That meant she had to short circuit the security on the door.

It didn't take her too long before she broke open the door and slipped inside. Before her eyes could adjust to the dim light, a voice said in a British accent, "What have we here?" The lights flicked on.

Khashoggi had heard the noise outside his door and slipped his shades back on before heading towards the door when it opened.

There in front of Bowie stood Commander Khashoggi. He looked like he was in his early thirties and he was at least 6 feet tall with broad shoulders. He wore a grey suit, red leather gloves, and shiny expensive looking, black leather shoes. His peroxide blond/white hair was slicked straight back, though she didn't know how it stayed that way since it didn't look wet. Maybe cyber spray. His skin looked as though he'd never seen the light of day. Probably because he did most of his raiding at night and the rest of the time he spent in the basement of Global Soft torturing and interrogating people, she assumed. Finally he wore dark wrap around sunglasses. She was taken aback. She had never seen Khashoggi, but she had certainly heard of him, Killer Queen's Head of Security. She was speechless by how handsome she found him. Not at all what she'd expected.

He loomed over her. "Shouldn't you be attending to Killer Queen? What are you doing here at Global Soft at this time of night?"

She couldn't see his eyes through the dark shades, but as he circled her it was obvious he was checking her out. She suddenly felt very naked in the Yes-girl's uniform, which consisted of black dress pants and jacket that hung open to reveal what amounted to a black bra underneath.

"Is Killer Queen so busy she has to send someone over to do her dirty work? Did she think I needed a break from my job? I guess not since you had to force your way into my office. Now, what are you doing here?" he demanded.

She tried to think of a lie that would work. Considering the late hour any excuse about being here for business wouldn't work. Being sent for his pleasure would be believable, but she didn't want to put herself in that position, besides why did she have to break in if that were the case? That was it! "Killer Queen sent me to test your security."

"So she doesn't trust me. Well you did manage to break into my office but I doubt you would have made it out alive, even had I not been here, at least not with any information. My desk and all the information in this room are covered with security beams when I'm not here, invisible to the naked eye. So you can send you're report back to Killer Queen that everything is in order and that I have everything under control."

She didn't know how but she had the feeling he was eyeing her through his shades. He wasn't completely convinced that was why she was here.

There was something not quite right about this Yes-girl. Killer Queen's attendants were usually like droids with no individual thoughts. This one seemed to be thinking too much. Anyways, here it was late at night with what was essentially a girl physically in front of him. He was not going to pass up this opportunity if at all possible. "Or if you don't have to be leaving so soon, you could stay a while."

Her immediate thought was to refuse, but her eyes caught sight of the Moet and Chandon in the clear glass sideboard. Killer Queen's favourite, she thought. Maybe she could get him drunk and continue her mission. She knew if she left now, he would watch her on the virtual feed all the way out the door and probably tighten security first chance he got. As long as she was still in the building she had a chance. "I'm programmed to serve," she replied.

He was more than a little disappointed in her very artificial response, but what did he want, someone with individual thought?" He laughed inside. The whole point was that he was working to stamp individual thought out. "Would you care for a drink?" he asked, noticing her staring at the sideboard. She only nodded. He poured them each a glass. "Let's move into my sitting room. It's more comfortable." He often stayed late at Global Soft so he had his own suite off his office.

He punched a code on the wall and though Bowie didn't see anything happen, she was sure he had just set the invisible beams. Damn. But maybe she could scramble them. She stepped into the suite followed by Khashoggi, who shut the door behind him and set his drink down on an end table. He took her drink and did the same. Then he grabbed her and pulled her into him. One hand moved to her back, the other's gloved fingertips traced her cheek, then lips, then trailed down her neck. How could he see what he was doing? she wondered. It was pitch black in the room. Unless he had night vision in his shades. Before she could think on it more, he kissed her.

The sensation sent electricity through her lips and down to her fingertips and toes. Words couldn't explain. His kiss was so powerful. It was like iron steel with no mercy, yet full of passion. He seemed to be sucking in her being, her spirit, all that she was. She felt as if she was running out of air. For someone who seemed and had been described as having no emotion but the thrill of torturing people, she felt a flood of emotions from him. Some anger, some desperation, loneliness, emptiness, despair. A need to fill a void but not knowing how. Yet above all of it the steel, like a cage keeping it all in.

Her legs buckled from the power of his kiss. He caught her before she fell and easily lifted her, carrying her to the next room, he laid her on the bed. Here the moonlight shone through the glass wall of windows overlooking the ocean. He removed his shoes, socks, gloves, jacket and opened the top buttons of his shirt then returned to her. Lightly brushing his lips to hers, then continuing down her neck.

He removed her jacket and bra and somehow she just let him. His mouth fixed over one breast and his hand squeezed the other. Bowie moaned, her arms going around his neck, fingers now running through his hair. She had to get his shirt off. She unbuttoned it the rest of the way to reveal a well sculpted, white marble chest. Pushing it over his shoulders, she explored his back then chest. Her fingers ran over what felt like raised lines on the right side of his chest. When she ran her fingers over them again, he raised his head, sunglasses staring at her. Grabbing her hands with one of his and pinning them above her head, she got a wave of anger from him. Though she wasn't sure why he was angry, and she was getting nervous because she couldn't see his eyes. He was still wearing those sunglasses!

Khashoggi reached up and pulled off her headgear. He was struck by the brilliance of her hot pink and bright green streaked hair. "Traitor! Bohemian!"

Bowie had forgotten about her hair. Actually she'd forgotten who she was, period with Khashoggi's onslaught. She hadn't thought he would be able to tell what colour it was in the dark anyway. Left hand still holding hers pinned, his other put pressure on her shoulder. She had the feeling all he had to do was squeeze and his hand would crush straight through her bones.

"What are you trying to do?" Khashoggi demanded.

"Please, stop!" she cried. "You're killing me!" He immediately released her, seaming surprised by his own strength. In that moment she seized the opportunity. She struck out, hitting him in the head, knocking his sunglasses off. She was going to grab her clothes and make a break for it, but what she saw froze her in place.