R.S.
I am still in control. Despite the minor setbacks, Morgan has proven to be not as easily manipulated as I first thought. Her attraction to me has become obvious, and at times, distracting. Thankfully, I had the foresight to place her in my private quarters to better study her.
I looked down at my tablet once again as the hidden camera showed her in the shower. It was necessary and often distracting that I had to watch her so closely, but in order to make her submit and do as I said this was an imperative step.
I watched as she lathered her body for the third time, the soapy sponge ran over her large breasts. It turned the dark brown nipples to soapy peaks. The sponge dipped down to her stomach and across her full, wide hips. She paid good attention to the soft, black curls at the apex of her thick thighs. She turned her back to the camera, and I got a view of her generous ass.
My hands rested in tight fists on top of the table.
Her audacity to ask to see Alpha yesterday was insulting. She still believed he was her savior here. I needed to fix this soon. I needed to prove to her that she meant nothing to him.
“Sir?” Asim stepped into my office.
I cleared the tablet of the image of Morgan rinsing off and placed it face down.
“Yes, Asim?”
“He’s ready.”
From the look on Asim’s face, I knew that he didn’t agree with the meeting I’d set up with Alpha. We had only a week before Scott’s special mission, and so far, we had Alpha right where we wanted him, which is why Asim thought this meeting would be more harmful than good, but that’s why I’m the boss and not him. More important than the mission, is finding out how Alpha feels about Morgan. That information would further help me determine my next step in gaining control over the two.
“Good.” I stood to my feet, put on my lab coat, and then grabbed my tablet off the desk.
I followed Asim and Donavan out of the room and to the elevators. Neither of us spoke as we rode to the lower levels of the facility. Once the elevator opened, we were met by guards and subjects, busying about the hallways. It’d been this way since we’d been putting together the best team for Scott’s mission.
Asim ushered me into one of the small rooms we used for psych evaluations. It looked familiar to a police interrogation room, only our subjects’ sit in specialty made chairs. The chairs were made with heavy metal and were bolted to the floor. They were also accompanied with thick, metal leg, neck, and wrist restraints.
I took a seat on the other side of the table and nodded for Asim and the guards to bring Alpha in.
It only took a second for the large man to be escorted into the room. He looked at me and squinted his eyes in the way that he usually does.
“Have a seat, Alpha.” I pretended to give him the option.
Alpha looked back at the armed guards before sitting down in the special made chair. The guards got to work to secure him to the chair. Once he was strapped down, they walked out of the room leaving us alone. Well, not entirely alone. Cut into the ceiling were small nooks where a sniper hid. Right now, there were three trained marksmen with eyes on Alpha. I was always prepared and always five steps ahead of everyone.
I smiled at Alpha.
“Good afternoon, 0041.” I used his numbers instead of his preferred name in order to show dominance.
He gave me no reaction. Those dull, silver eyes stared blankly at me. She admired this alien creature as if he was an intelligent being. Only I know the truth. I know that he lacks intelligence. He only mimics our behaviors like a trained animal mimics its owner.
“You’ve been doing well lately, 0041, following orders and completing tasks as instructed. If Morgan were feeling well, she would be proud of you.”
The mention of her name got the first reaction out of him. Interesting.
“If you continue to do well, she may be able to see you again. Would you like that?” I waited, demanding him to speak to me. He had yet to talk since that one time with her.
We continued to wait in silence.
“Come on now, 0041. If you don’t talk, I’ll think that you don’t want to see her.”
Another blank stare from him. I tapered down on my frustration. I’ve studied this creature since he was in a fucking petri dish, I know him better than he knows himself, and the only person he speaks to is her?
I cleared my throat before speaking.
“I see. Well, I guess her words to me are true. She believes she doesn’t mean anything to you. I told her I thought differently, but your silence proves she is right.”
Still no reaction. I leaned back in my chair eyeing him inquisitively. With Alpha, it was important to watch every small detail. Every movement had a meaning. The way his eyes stared back at me, the neutral look on his face, to the relaxed fingers that hung over the arm of the chair. All those were clues to how he was feeling.
“She’s afraid of you.” A tick of his jaw.
Gotcha! I didn’t hide the triumphant smile that appeared on my face.
“That last time I pulled her out of the room, she begged me never to send her back. She isn’t equipped to understand you. The doctors at Vita Lab noted some old bruising on their initial evaluation of her, they believe she might have been in an abusive relationship. I think your quiet brooding frightens her.” Another one of those small ticks from him.
“Which part of what I said bothers you the most? Is it that she is afraid of you and wants nothing to do with you?” His face ticked. “Or the fact that she is married to a man that knocks her around?” His fists tighten at those words.
Again, interesting reactions.
“Ah, I see. The idea of someone else touching your obsession makes you angry. Just like seeing that guard with her underwear made you furious. Tell me, could you tell that those were taken right off her body? Was it just her fragrance, or the scent of her arousal that notified you that the guard had them?” His brow creased as he watched me.
I continued on with my manipulation.
“Does it sicken you to know that her body isn’t untouched? Does it drive you mad that her husband has touched her, kissed her, felt her body on top of his….”
His anger grew, he fidgeted in the tight restraints. They would only get tighter every time he struggled. I didn’t worry, he couldn’t get out of the chair, and even if he could, the snipers would take him down.
I laughed at how little control he was showing to my mind games. As I first thought, he was a brainless beast that was only good at copying human behavior. “While you are pining away for her in your isolation cell, her thoughts are consumed of being fucked by her husband.”
This seemed to have the opposite effect on Alpha. He settled in his seat. The angry vein in his fore head died down, his fist relaxed, and his eyes went back blank.
What happened? No! I had him where I wanted him.
“She wants to go back to him. She asks me every day to go back to him. How does that make you feel, 0041?” He continued to remain calm. “If you wish to ever see her again, you will answer me.”
Another blank stare. I grabbed my tablet off the table and pulled up the feed from earlier, Morgan in the shower, her dark chocolate nipples soaking wet with suds. I flipped it around so he could see it. His eyes never left my face.
“Look at it. Look at her.” He glanced down at the screen briefly then back up to me, his head cocked to the side. “Do you want this? Do you want to know what those thick thighs feel like wrapped around your waist? What her voice sounds like calling your name? Do you?” Another blank stare. My temper rose.
“I SAID FUCKING ANSWER ME!” At the sound of my roar, the chair Alpha was sitting in leapt back as he stood to his feet. The metal cuffs clanked to the floor. Before I could register what happened, Alpha had me by the front of my shirt and dragged me across the table. The first sniper went off. Without turning from me, Alpha turned his head to the side dodging the first bullet. The second bullet swished by, and again, Alpha dodged it. When the third bullet flew through the air, Alpha raised my right hand—the one with the tablet still clutched in it—and the bullet went straight through the tablet. I dropped the tablet as the room door burst open, and guards come running in, their guns aimed at Alpha. Those silver eyes looked down at me as I was still clutched in his fist. His lips lifted just an inch on one side into a smirk. He let go of me causing me to fall to the ground. Alpha lifted his hands in surrender. The guards paused for a second, unsure of what to do. He’s never given up so easily.
“Don’t just stand there, you idiots. Take him to his isolation cell,” I demanded.
Asim came to my side to help me to my feet.
“Sir, think about this. The mission is in a few days, and we need Alpha at his best.”
I backhanded Asim so hard he slammed into the side of the table and clutched his face.
“You don’t tell me what is wise and unwise. I AM IN CONTROL HERE!”
I stood up straight, fixing my white lab coat. I watched as they easily cuff Alpha and walked him out of the room. He turned back to me and smiled right before he exited. He thought he won, that he made a fool of me; I’ll show him who the fool is.
I stormed out of the room, Asim and Donavan on my heels. I slammed my fist against the buttons for the elevator. Once it opened, they both climbed in with me silently.
“I want a breeding room prepared and ready to go. Bring in Beta, Gamma, Sigma, and Omega. I want that room loaded with Pheromones.”
Asim looked briefly to Donavan, but started to tap things in on his tablet.
“And which breeders would you like to place inside the room?” His voice was void of the judgement I knew he had.
“Not breeders, just one. Morgan!”
Asim gasped. “Dr. Strong, that’s insane. All of them at once could kill her or each other.”
“That is no concern of yours.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to be the voice of reason here. You are playing a very dangerous game. I will not allow….”
I spun around so fast my loafers squeaked against the elevator floor. I slammed Asim’s body into the back wall. I yanked Donavan’s gun out of its holster and held it to Asim’s head. Donavan stood by, unsure of who to help.
“Where the fuck do you get off telling me what to do? Have you lost your mind?”Asim’s eyes widened in shock as I held the barrel of the gun against his temple. “I do not pay you to think. I pay you to follow my goddamn orders when I give them and as thoroughly as fucking possible. Now, if you can no longer do your job, then what do I need you for?”
Asim shook in my grasp.
“Can you have the room ready for me in ten minutes?”
He nodded his head vigorously.
“No, I need you to speak. Use your words.”
“Yyyyyyes!”
I smiled at him. “You sound like Morgan.” I let him go and handed the gun back to Donavan. I turned my back on him and headed out of the open elevator doors. There were guards waiting for me as I exited. They looked back and forth between me and Asim. Donavan followed me out of the elevator and into my private quarters. I walked through my office, sitting room, and into my bedroom. Morgan was lying on the bed when I walked in, she immediately got to her feet. She wasn’t expecting to see me this early. It would explain her lounging around in her thin, white tank and panties. She must have noticed my expression because she immediately looked afraid.
“Wwwwwhat’s going on?” she asked.
I stood in front of her for a second, watching those round, beautiful brown eyes stare between me and Donavan. The fucking temptress doesn’t care who she corrupts. My hand flew out and across her face before I could even think about it. Morgan crumbled to the floor clutching her cheek.
I ripped the brightly colored scarf from around her head and grabbed the soft, spiral curls she wore in an afro. She squealed.
“You think he can protect you? You think he will be the one that saves you? I will show you who is in control.” I dragged her by her hair out of the room. She fought and clawed at my hand.
Today, I would prove to them both who had all the power here. When I realized we weren’t getting far enough, I let go of her hair. She was crying when I released her.
“Pick her up, Donavan.”
He hesitated for just a second before he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. We headed back into the elevator and back down to the lower floors. The only sound in the elevator was my angry, heavy pants and her sobs.
Her tears were useless to me. I would prove to her today just who the fuck I am.
When the doors opened again, Asim was waiting for me.
“Is the room ready?”
“Yes sir!” he answered right away while keeping his eyes off of Morgan.
Donavan took her to the breeding room door, and Asim and I walked around to the other room where we could get a good view inside the room.
“Are the pheromones going?” I asked one of the scientists waiting for me.
“Yes, sir. It’s on a level two at the moment.”
I took a seat in one of the chairs staring at the scene before me. Beta, with his brown skin and golden-brown eyes seemed to watch the door and the other subjects cautiously. He sensed something was off about this. Gamma was watching the door. His green eyes anxiously waiting for the breeder to enter. I chose these four men specifically because of their friendship and their connection to Alpha. They were the only ones that I could get to share a breeder without hurting each other. We’d never done this type of experiment before. We only breed to create offspring, never for fun.
Omega and Sigma stood together at the furthest point of the room. Omega’s fiery red hair and milky skin stood out in contrast to Sigma’s tan-olive skin.
“Turn the pheromones up to a level ten.”
I didn’t acknowledge the gasps that went around the room. I also didn’t worry about either man disobeying me. Chuck, the scientist, turned the dial on the device in his hands cranking the pheromones in the room up. Immediately, the effect was obvious on the subjects. Their postures turned aggressive. Once relaxed and anxious, now they were tight with tension. Beta growled towards Gamma who was standing a few inches too close. The green-eyed creature grunted back, but took a few steps away. Their erections were prominent all standing at full mass.
The door to the breeding room opened, and their heads turned to see who was entering. The moment Morgan was shoved inside the room, the door slammed behind her. I smiled as I watched her claw at the door. Her fear was obvious. I was giddy with excitement. I couldn’t wait until the subjects started to attack her. They would become so mad with lust, they wouldn’t be able to contain themselves. She would cry out for help, pleading for someone to save her, and then maybe, I would rid her of her worries.
At the moment, her cries for help fell on deaf ears as she pounded on the door. Eventually, she tired out and slid down to the floor, her body sweaty from the pheromones and exertion. Soon, she would become so aroused, it would be painful for her.
I watched as the subjects all seemed to collectively watch her. Why weren’t they moving in? They should be ripping her clothes off by now. Finally, Beta was the first to move. He approached Morgan, and she tried to back away from him, but there was nowhere else to go. I sat up in my seat delighted by what was to come.
Then, the word escapes her lips. That godforsaken word.
“Alpha!”
She called for him when she was in trouble. She thought he would save her. I chuckled to myself. Beta was right on her now. He slowly kneeled in front of her, his back to the camera. Her eyes widened for a moment, and then she nodded.
WHAT THE FUCK!
“Did he just speak to her?” Chuck asked the same question that was running through my mind.
There was no way he spoke to her. Inconceivable.
Beta stood to his feet while helping Morgan stand to hers. The moment she was on her feet, he lifted her in his arms and carried her like a bride over to the bed. Slowly, he laid her trembling body down on the bed. As a unit, all four men backed away from her and took seats around the room. I was on my feet instantly.
“Crank up the pheromones!” I yelled.
“Sir, it’s already at its max.”
My anger got the best of me, and I picked up the chair tossing it at the two-way mirror. It made a thud noise, but fell back to the ground.
“Send in more subjects.”
Asim looked nervous, but didn’t object. He tapped on his tablet without making a comment. I watched in disbelief as she writhed on top of the bed, her body glistening in sweat. Her nipples peaked to hard points, and her cloth panties were saturated at the center with her arousal.
Beta watched the mirror like he was looking right at me. His eyes were glued directly to my spot as if he could see me.
Morgan moaned and begged for someone to take her ache away. No, not just someone, it was still his name on her fucking lips.
The door opened again, and five more subjects entered. They were nude as they walked into the room. They sniffed the air and were immediately aroused. One even approached the bed.
Beta, Gamma, Sigma, and Omega let out a collective growl that had the subject stepping back. The new subjects turned to look at Beta, no words were said, but the subjects’ entire body language changed. All four new subjects backed away from the bed and sat down on the floor.
Impossible.
“I’ve never seen anything like this happen before,” Chuck stated in awe. “None of them have ever been able to resist this much pheromones circulating. Well, except for Alpha.”
I turned to look at Chuck. He’s right, none of them could hold back with this amount of Pheromones. They didn’t have that type of will power.
“Get her out of that fucking room!” I shouted.
Asim stood instantly already starting the end breeding protocol. I snatched open the door and stormed out. I didn’t acknowledge Donavan as he followed me. I took the elevator to the very bottom floor where there was only three rooms. I walked up to the heavily guarded door. The guards standing before the door opened the metal slate, and there he was, sitting with his back to the wall, one knee bent, and his arm resting on that knee, was Alpha. His silver eyes looked directly at me like he was expecting me.
“You think this is a game?”
Alpha only smirked at me. I slammed my open palm against the door.
“You will rot in here before I let you see her again. DO YOU HEAR ME?”
He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, dismissing me entirely.
“He doesn’t eat nor leave this room until I give the say so. Am I understood?”
The guards agreed with me easily.
I’d solved one problem, now time to deal with her.
**
Her moans greeted me the moment I walked into my private quarters.
Asim was there standing on the outside of my bedroom door. He handed me a syringe when I approached him.
“That will be all, Asim,” I told him.
He hesitated, turning towards the room where Morgan’s cries grew louder.
“I said, that will be all, Asim.”
He turned to face me. “Yes, sir.”
Asim quietly left out through the front office.
I opened the door to my bedroom to find Morgan lying on top of the bed. Her sweet scent mixed in with the musk of her arousal permeated the room. The subjects showed great restraint indeed. I pulled the wooden chair in the corner of the room up to my bed. Her sad round eyes stared up at me.
“Mmmmmmake it ssssssstop,” she moaned as her thighs rubbed together trying to cause enough friction to stop the ache. It won’t work. Nothing but orgasms, lots of orgasms could stop her pain. Well, that and what’s in this syringe.
I held the needle up to her, taking the top off and allowing some of the clear liquid to squeeze out of the top.
“Inside this needle is the cure you crave. Right now, your body is pumping a very strong substance through your system. Without the proper cure…” I waved the needle back and forth. “It will take three to four days for the chemicals to run out of your system. You will feel this pain until they are completely out. However, there is another way to cure you of your ache, Morgan. Sex.”
Her eyebrows creased in confusion.
“If you would like, I can help you.” My tongue rolled across my bottom lip. “I can help you take the pain away without the medicine.”
I watched as she seemed to think over my suggestion, the arousal clear in her dilated pupils. She opened her mouth, most likely to beg me to help her. She would finally get what she’d been pleading for with her temptress ways.
“I’d rather have the needle,” she said, the words clear without stuttering.
I stared at her for a while. Her denial of me had me seeing red. My hand clenched around the needle nearly breaking it in half.
“Ok!” I simply said.
I held the needle up, and her eyes followed my action. I placed the top back on the syringe and dropped it back in my pocket. Morgan whimpered.
“You disappoint me, Morgan. And for that, you will suffer through your ailment.” I stood to my feet and turned my back to the sounds of her cries. I walked out of my bedroom and ran into Donavan.
“Tie her arms to the bed. I don’t want her pleasuring herself. No one, not even you, are allowed in that room after today.” I saw the way he looked at Morgan’s body that first day. With the right plea from her, he may be convinced to ease her pain. Then I would have to kill him.
****
It’s been a week since the day I left Morgan tied to my bed. It took five days before the medicine was fully out of her system. She moaned and cried every day of the ordeal. Her scent only grew stronger and stronger. Towards the end, the subjects began to grow agitated from the smell. We ended up having to put them all on lock down. Alpha’s behavior was even more peculiar. He paced his room for those entire five days. He never slept, and he never stopped moving. On the plus side, he showed no signs of rage, he just became restless.
Today is the day of the mission. We are all a bit anxious. I had a talk with Alpha before releasing him this morning. I told him that if all went well, he would get time with Morgan. He didn’t react. I’m unsure if he understood me. Everyone from the scientists, to the guards, to the staff were feeling the tension. Only fifteen subjects along with Alpha would be going on this mission. Beta, Gamma, Omega, and Sigma were among the fifteen.
I, along with Asim and Donavan, were in the CH-47 with a team of guards, a few scientists, and the subjects. I watched the subjects closely. They were seated across from each other, silently staring at nothing, except for Alpha, his eyes were on me. He watched me as closely as I watched him.
“What do you think he’s thinking?” Asim’s voice came from the headphones over my ears.
I turned to Asim briefly before turning back to Alpha.
“Nothing. They don’t think, Asim.”
At this, Alpha smiled and turned back to the others. He was now copying my mannerisms. For what reason? Maybe he thinks that by imitating me, Morgan will be more willing to mate with him? Maybe he imitates me, because he sees my authority. I have noticed that he’s becoming a lot more human like the more he is around her.
The helicopter started to descend, and I knew we were closing in on the meeting point. It was time to get my game face on.
The moment we stepped out of the air craft, I was met by Scott and a few other important members of the US army. Generals, Marshals, Admirals, and a few Commanders from the three different military branches.
Scott brought a tough crowd.
The men with Scott stared in astonishment as the subjects loaded off the aircraft.
“I hope you are ready to prove your worth,” Scott mumbled towards me before turning back to the others. “Gentlemen, are they not all that I told you they would be?”
“Yes,” an older gray-haired man wearing an army General’s uniform said. “It is one thing to look like a soldier, but another to perform like one, and I am a true believer real soldiers are not made in a lab, but on a field.”
So, I had at least one skeptic.
I smiled before saying, “Then allow me to prove you wrong.” I took a step up and introduced myself. “Gentlemen, I know you are skeptics. I would be too if I weren’t the one who created these magnificent soldiers, but I assure you, they are faster, stronger, and better equipped than any born and bred soldier on your battle fields.”
One of the soldiers standing with the men laughed. I looked to him and narrowed my eyes.
“Do I have a doubter?” I said towards the soldier.
He looked to me and then to his commanding officer. “Permission to speak, sir?”
The officer looked proud of his soldier’s manners. “Of course, Lieutenant.”
The Lieutenant looked back to me. “With all due respect, sir, these… things, have never been on a live battlefield. Everyone is fast and tough when in the safety of a practice facility.” The lieutenant got a few chuckles of agreement.
“I see, might I see your fire arm for a moment?” the man looked to his commanding officer again. The officer nodded at him. The lieutenant took his firearm from its holster and handed it to me.
“Be careful with that. Those are real bullets,” he said followed by a chorus of laughs.
I took the Beretta from him and opened the detachable box magazine to check the bullets. It was fully loaded. I pushed the box magazine back up into the handle. I took the safety off and aimed directly at Gamma’s forehead and then fired. The bullet hit him square in the center of his head knocking his head back. Everyone was startled.
“What the hell is this, Scott?” one of the Generals said.
“Wait for it,” Scott said, prideful.
Gamma lifted his head, the smashed bullet is still stuck to his head. They all watched in wonderment as the bullet fell to the ground leaving no wound.
“Unbelievable,” someone behind me said.
I turned towards the Lieutenant and aimed the gun at his forehead. “Now, your turn.” He held up his hands pleading for me to wait and begging me not to shoot.
I laughed as I dropped the Beretta back down. The lieutenant looked up. He was embarrassed and relieved all at the same time. I handed him his gun, and he snatched it out of my hands. Donavan and my armed soldiers chuckled at the man’s expense.
“Gentlemen, shall we get this show on the road?” The men all turned to leave.
Scott stopped in front of me. “This is Captain Willard, he will be commanding officer and in charge of this mission. He will see your boys to the awaiting shuttles to take them to the rendezvous point.”
“Uh, wait!” I said. “Alpha is in charge.”
“Alpha?” Scott questioned.
“Sorry, Subject 0041. He is always in charge. He doesn’t work well under another’s authority. You tell him what you want done, and he guides his team.”
Scott and Willard both chuckled. “Strong, maybe in that little facility you run he is in command, but out here, he will fall in line and follow orders. I trust you will make sure he does what he is told?”
I clenched my hand in tight fists at my side. I didn’t like the threat in his tone. Fuck him and his protocols. Alpha was a better leader than any of these assholes he had out here.
Instead of telling him that, I simply nodded. Soon enough, I would have Scott out of my hair. Maybe I’d put him out of his miserable life once I didn’t need him anymore.
Scott patted my shoulder and walked off. I turned towards Donavan.
“This is not going to go over well,” Donavan admitted.
Not at all, but as always, I come prepared. I walked over to Alpha. The other subjects gathered in with us.
“Ok, men! This is what you were created for. We need to make sure this mission goes well in order to continue with our program. If they shut us down, they will take everything, including the girls. They will probably terminate you all or lock you up forever, so I need your best work out there. If it goes well, you will receive your obsessions as soon as we are back at headquarters. Now, with that being said, this is your leader, Captain Willard. You will follow his instruction.”
The moment I mentioned Captain Willard, the grunting started. The subjects grunted in that weird primate way. My guards lifted their weapons aiming at the subjects. The noise and action got everyone’s attention. Scott and the others had stopped and turned to stare.
“Strong, what the hell is going on?” Scott asked.
I didn’t answer. I kept my eyes on Alpha. He was watching me, his arms crossed over his chest. He was allowing them to get riled up because he didn’t like what I said. He wanted me to acknowledge his control. Fine! I went to my back up plan. Asim handed me the new tablet. I pushed in the code and flipped the tablet around. It took only a second before her voice came through the speaker.
“Alpha!” She purred.
I told Morgan that she would be on standby, and that if she didn’t calm Alpha down when I called that she would pay gravely for it. At this point, she knew I wasn’t bullshitting.
For the first time, a real smile lit up Alpha’s face.
“I miss you,” she told him.
Alpha raised his palm to the screen. I couldn’t see her response, but I heard that fucking giggle that pissed me off.
“Will you be here soon? They said I will get to see you today. I rrrrrrreally want to see you.” That last part was whispered.
I’d had enough. She’d done what I needed her to do. I took the tablet and ended the call. Alpha growled at me. Willard pulled his handgun. Idiot, did he not just see what it did to Gamma?
“That’s your reward, Alpha. Is she worth it?” I challenged him.
Alpha stared back at me unblinking. Finally, he held up his hand, and the grunting stopped. He and I had an understanding.
I turned to Willard. “Put that fucking gun up, before you make him angry.”
Willard paled and slipped his gun back in its holder.
I walked away followed by Donavan and Asim.
“What the fuck was that?” Scott whispered harshly to me.
“It’s handled. Relax.” I growled towards him.
We were escorted into a rectangular shaped room with a large rectangle table. On top of the table were files of my project and the subjects. There was also some assorted foods and beverages. At one end of the room was a large TV screen. We filed in around the table taking seats. I sat at the end beside Scott who was at the head of the table.
“In under thirty minutes, the subjects will be at the rendezvous point. From there, they will infiltrate the underground lair of the very violent terrorist group in which they will need to rescue the five American hostages they have. We want to bring all hostages out alive and with as few casualties as possible on our side, and if feasible, we want to apprehend one of the terrorists for later questioning.”
The mission sounded easy enough, but even easy missions could go horribly wrong.
I watched the screen nervously. In exactly thirty-five minutes, the screen lit up, and Willard’s face was on the screen.
“Sir, we’re ready and awaiting your command.”
“Good, we will wait until night fall to strike. I want to make sure you have enough reconnaissance. Once we get inside those tunnels, we will be going blind. We don’t have a sure layout of the tunnels.”
“Nightfall?” I questioned.
It’s five hours until the sun goes down.
Scott turned to me. “This mission will take place under full cover of night.”
Asim looked over to me. He was thinking the same thing I was. That’s too long of a wait. The subjects will get antsy. Especially Alpha.
“Scott,” I said his name low enough for only him to hear me. I didn’t get a chance to say anything further before shouts on the screen had me turning towards the TV.
“Willard, what the hell is going on?”
“It’s chaos, sir. Those monsters broke rank. We told them the plan, and they went off on their own.” The screen started to shake as Willard ran through the dessert they were lurking in.
The room was in an uproar.
“This is unspeakable,” the Admiral said. “They cannot be trusted, they’re animals. I knew this wasn’t going to work.”
“Wait!” someone yelled over the noise.
The camera panned to the dead bodies lying at the entrance of the cave. All the dead bodies had one thing in common--they were part of the terrorist army.
“Did they do all this?” some unseen person on the screen asked.
The sound of gunshots were heard through the tunnel. The soldiers on the screen got in position aiming their guns at the entrance of the tunnel. The sounds of gun shots died down slowly until they stopped all together. Everyone on this side of the screen was on their feet staring at the TV on bated breath. Then it happened, one filthy body came out of the tunnel opening. It was a man. He flinched at the bright sun and hesitantly looked around.
“This way, sir,” Willard said standing to his feet.
Soon after, three other battered bodies came out of the tunnel. Then my subjects filed out. They were littered with gunshot holes in their clothing. The hostages rushed to them instantly, thanking them profusely. I searched my subjects, waiting for the one face I needed to see.
He appeared.
It looked as if he took most of the attack. He looked worse than the others. He walked out carrying one of the terrorists. He tossed the crying man at the feet of Willard.
The room I was in went up in cheers. They were all impressed. All of them asked when I could have the subjects ready for real combat use. I heard Scott explaining the breeding process, but I blocked it all out. My eyes were on Alpha. He stared at Willard before storming over to him. He snatched the camera out of Willard’s hand. Willard tried to protest, but was laid out cold after one solid punch from Alpha.
Those silver eyes looked into the camera, and I knew what he was looking for. He was talking to me, directly to me, and it was as if I could hear his deep voice in my head; he had only one command. “Morgan.” Alpha tossed the camera to the ground, and the screen went black.
“He didn’t follow command,” Scott mumbles towards me.
I cut my eyes to him. Already the tables were starting to turn. With all these commanding officers backing me, I didn’t need Scott anymore. Not really.
I glared at him as I said, “He got the fucking job done in less time and more efficiently than any of your men could. He doesn’t need to follow your commands. He follows mine.”
I turned from him and walked away.
“Doctor.” The Marshal stopped me at the door. “This second phase, how soon can you have a healthy offspring?”
I looked at the blank screen and smiled before I turned back to the Marshal.
“Give or take nine months.”
The Marshal nodded his head. “You present to me an actual offspring, I can make all your dreams come true.” The other commanders in the room nodded their head in agreement.
Finally, I was going to get the recognition that I deserved.
I nodded and turned around heading back out of the room.
“I want Morgan prepped and ready for the breeding room as soon as we get back. It’s time we got back to the program.”
“Finally,” Asim mumbled.
I let it slide.