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It's a little hard to focus with the intermittent noises happening directly above our heads. At first, Bennet's stamina is impressive. After a while, it almost becomes alarming.
Finally, after hours, we don't hear any further movement from the room above our heads. I'm not sure why we didn’t just move into the dining room, but I think part of me is comforted by the tangible proof that Bennet is alive and well.
Very, very well.
The four of us who aren’t having marathon sex are going through all the files Tony was able to hack from the lab. He had thought that there would be more in the internal servers and he was right.
There is further proof of the atrocities committed for the ProGen series. The files we had before only mentioned that Six was the most successful of the series. We didn’t know until they were inside the lab that Eight was even still alive. We didn’t have access to anything that gave us any specifications for the other subjects. The files that Tony was able to pull from the server are a lot more thorough.
“Is it just me, or does it feel wrong to refer to them as ‘subjects’? Six is a person, not a subject. And so was Eight, whether or not she could communicate effectively.”
Nodding, I agree with Jackson. “It really does, but since that’s how the files refer to them, it’s hard not to use their terms when we’re reading aloud. It’s all sick, though.”
“Fucking hell, did you see this? Some of them were used to test common interrogation techniques. They used EEG measurements to figure out what the most painful or psychologically traumatic forms of torture were, and then sold the information to government entities, both foreign and domestic.” Luis looks like he wants to throw the laptop across the room. “I wonder how much our government knew about how those studies were obtained.”
“What pisses me off the most is that all of this ‘research’ is all being used for useless bullshit or flat out evil. They knew that Six’s blood had regenerative properties, but instead of making important medical advancements that could save lives, they used it to try to create superpowers and force more ‘test subjects’ to be born.” Micah shakes his head. “It’s fucked up! At least we might build something good from it, though. That’s what I keep telling myself.”
All of us are a little on edge after reading about the atrocities that were committed at the BioCere lab. The worst part was the videos. Some of them were just Six doing puzzles, but the lively woman we all know and love wasn’t much more than a puppet. She never smiled or reacted to anything, simply moving through her tasks like a machine on autopilot.
The most disturbing was a series of tests after they realized she had gained heightened reflexes. They threw and shot things at her, and even terrorized her at night by trying to catch her off guard while she was sleeping. We witnessed her get burned with a flamethrower and shot with rubber bullets multiple times.
Then there were the tests where they had her watch hours of martial arts videos and then had guards attack her. We shut the videos off when two guards were sent in to hold her down and assault her in the middle of the night, explicitly instructed to do ‘whatever it took to agitate’ her. The only saving grace from that video was that we got to watch her beat the shit out of those guards, killing one by stabbing him in the throat with an ink pen she pulled from his front pocket. Even I grinned cruelly at the way the surviving guard beat on the door and screamed for help.
I like to think that even if she hadn’t escaped to come find us, that she would have burned that whole place to the ground, eventually.
The second lab, in Atlanta, is also a corrupt testing facility, but they have a more legitimate business front in the pharmacogenomics industry. Officially, their mission is to evaluate responses to various drug therapies based on their genetic markers.
Unofficially, they test genetic reactions to biological and chemical weapons. They do a lot of testing on animals, and we have the unfortunate pleasure of reading and watching the evidence of some of their human trials as well.
They didn’t seem to get into the Raleigh lab’s brand of evil until Six started showing obvious signs of “promising advancements.” Not long before Six escaped, the files show that the Atlanta lab was meant to receive a large shipment of her genetic material—mostly blood or plasma, but also saliva, urine, and skin samples, to start an entirely new study based solely off her DNA.
The files also included some evidence that Adley and the Atlanta lab’s executive were having disagreements about whether Six herself should be sent to Atlanta. Ronald Johnson, the ProGen director and overall owner of BioCere Inc., wanted her on site for the new chapter of experiments. Adley, apparently, was creating enemies by keeping his main asset close.
“I bet they were pissed as hell when she escaped,” Jackson says.
“They were already angry too,” I point out. “All those tests Adley did outside the lab with your moms were completely unsanctioned. The tests for mine and Micah's families were the only ones officially run by BioCere. He was already going rogue.”
“I have a feeling Mr. Adley might not have lived much longer, with or without our help,” Luis says without a shred of sympathy.
“I can't look at this anymore,” Micah says, closing the laptop.
I nod in agreement. “We've been at this since noon. We should probably go stretch our legs or something. Maybe take a walk before the sun sets completely?”
Overhead, a familiar noise starts up again.
“Well, I guess they're awake. We could see if they want to go for a walk,” Micah says jokingly.
“How has his dick not fallen off yet?” Jackson exclaims.
Luis shakes his head. “Do you think he was always like this? Or could it be a side effect of the plasma?”
“I had some of that. I didn't have an erection that lasted 24 hours.”
I laugh. “You seem disappointed by that.”
“Well, I mean—who wouldn't want to fuck Six until their dick falls off?”
We all take a moment to consider that until we hear a familiar feminine moan that definitely has my pants getting tighter. With a quick look around to confirm that we're all thinking the same thing, everyone bolts from the room, laughing and pushing each other, trying to beat each other up the stairs like children.
