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“Because she's perfect for us.” His answer is both matter of fact and awed.
He's right. When this whole thing began, I was such an asshole, my head stuck so far up my ass that I couldn't see what was right in front of me. I was afraid, but Six has only brought me closer to Micah. Not only that, but my relationship with her, separately from Micah, is precious. She is truly something special. I'm usually more of a rational person than spiritual, but I would almost say that Six was made for us.
The three of us are hypnotized. My t-shirt is scrunched way up on her chest, exposing her arched body as her hips meet Micah's thrust for thrust. Micah is working up a sweat, the thick, corded muscles of his thighs and ass on display as he drives into her.
We watch, enraptured, as Six grips the table at her sides, arching further off the table and crying out Micah's name. He pounds into her harder and faster, the speed of his thrusts showing off his impressive athleticism.
Only after Micah comes, grunting and slamming into her like some kind of beast, does it occur to me we've just stood there and watched the entire show like a bunch of pervy voyeurs. Even so, I don't take my eyes off them, completely glued to the scene before me. It's definitely a new kink for me.
I zone out, lost in a fantasy of taking Micah from behind as he thrusts into Six, flinching when I notice them walking back. Quickly, we all retreat and resume our places around the table, Jackson snickering the whole time. His amusement is contagious. The idea of us all getting caught being naughty is pretty funny, although embarrassing. We're all still chuckling when Micah and Six walk in.
Micah looks at me knowingly and Six freezes when she notices us all silently staring at them. Jackson's face, as usual, betrays exactly what he's thinking and he can't hold in his laughter.
“You're all a bunch of dirty creepers!” Six admonishes, but there's amusement in her eyes as she escapes to the bathroom. We wait until the shower cuts on before we all bust into a fit of laughter.
Our moment of fun is cut short, however, when Luis' phone rings.
“It's Tony.” He answers and puts it on speaker.
“I got in,” Tony announces. “You will not believe the crazy shit they have going on in that lab. The files on your girl are pretty disturbing, man. I already uploaded everything I could get so far. I'm still working on hacking into their mainframe to see if I can take control of their systems. If I can, I might have an idea to get Bennet out.”
He hangs up and we all get to work.
Everyone sits in front of a laptop and pulls the files from the secure cloud Tony set up. The silence is heavy, all of us sifting through the hundreds of pages of files. Proof of just some of the atrocities that have occurred in that warehouse.
Jackson finds the files on all of us and Luis locates a huge file dedicated to Six, who the files refer to as “ProGen6” or as “the Progeny.”
“Well, here's the proof that BioCere Inc. ran a genetics study, but it only lists Micah and Lukas' families and the infertility study officially. The files for the rest of us are separate, and if I'm reading this right, it looks like Adley might have gone rogue to find his own test subjects.” Jackson gives us a synopsis as he scrolls through the files on the five of us. “He tested the serum on Bennet too.”
His lip curls in disgust. “Can you believe he experimented on his own son?”
“Can you believe he purposely impregnated unsuspecting women to use them and their infants as test subjects?” Micah gives Jackson a pointed look. “There's nothing he's done that isn't fucked up.”
There's so much inconceivable information here, it's hard to believe that any of this is real. “It looks to me like the point of the study was to enhance genetic codes to produce some kind of superior offspring.”
“And they used Six to do it.” Luis' voice is dangerously low and angry.
I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to hear whatever he's found. I've seen some of what they’ve done to Bennet in that lab, and who knows how long they subjected Six to the same torture.
“What did they use me for?” Six emerges from the bathroom in a pair of black shorts and a white printed shirt, her hair wet from the shower.
Luis gestures Six over and pulls her into his lap. His eyes meet mine for a moment, silently communicating his worries about whatever is on the screen in front of him. Minimizing the pages that I was sorting through, I find the file in question and pull it up.
At first it's mostly physical reports, regular check-up type exams. There are records of her health and growth from birth until about a month ago, and there are a lot more exams than would be typical. Six was being examined every three months. Her exams, as she gets older, also include a lot of more thorough procedures than would be normal for a regular check-up; including stress tests, MRIs and EEGs, and other extensive evaluations. There are photos attached to each of the reports that show Six's progression from infant to the young woman that we know today. In each of the photos, she is wearing the same uniform of what looks like white linen scrubs.
Looking through the pages, I notice that all the exams were overseen by BioCere physicians and conducted at the lab. My heart sinks low in my stomach, bile rising in my throat, as I come to realize that Six was living in that lab, not just recently but for her entire life.
Six is still reading through the files, her eyes focused on the photos and reports in front of her. No signs of recognition pass over her features, but it's clear that she's made the same realization I have. Her facial expressions are a mixture of shock and sadness, flipping through the photos and watching herself grow up. In each photo, her stare is blank. Not even the photos of her as a young child show her smiling.
She stops on a particular photo, casting a momentary glance over her shoulder. Luis' eyes darken, and I lean over to see which photo they are looking at. Six is young, no older than ten or eleven, with her head completely shaved.
Abandoning the other files for now, we all dig into Six's records, splitting them up between us to make the most headway. I'm looking through the information about the “ProGen” studies. Luis and Six are digging through her personal records, and Jackson is going through the files that relate to all of us. Micah is focusing on the notes regarding various experiments they subjected her to, Six having decided that she wasn't ready to see those reports. I can't blame her. I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to see them either.
Reading the notes from the “ProGen” study is like reading something out of a science fiction novel. From what I can tell, everything relates back to the “ProGen Series.” The more I read, the more disturbed I am.
Breaking the heavy silence, I say, “I don't think you were just born in that lab, Six. I think that lab was built for you.”
“What do you mean?”
