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“Take your food to your room.”

I silently do as he says, with another thing to add to my list.

List of suspicious shit:

1- Weird note.

2- Kidnapped and chased… Was it them?

3- Brennan being there to save me.

4- Being fostered by Brennan’s parents.

5- Brennan being a God.

6- Everyone’s reaction to me asking if Boston killed a girl.

Chapter Nine

Case

Ever since she has arrived, it has opened old wounds. Her mentioning McDonald’s has us all on edge, although she wouldn’t have any idea that is where Zircon died.

Zircon always received special treatment and once a month she was allowed out with a handler to get McDonald’s. Everyone loved her—it was hard not to. Our team had it embedded in our DNA. That’s what they do at Olympia, they genetically engineer children and train us into weapons. We were the first group they successfully engineered together.

We loved her from the second we were conceived. Each of us was an experiment, and while they never technically tortured us, we have always been closely monitored. And now they think they can just throw a random girl into the mix that somewhat resembles our girl?

It has to be a test; we just need to figure out what kind. Our time in the real world is almost up. The strongest teams areselected to train at Olympia University and given more serious missions. The weakest teams are cut and sent on their way, memories wiped. It would suck to wake up and just not know who you are.

Brennan called a meeting after our reaction to Jolie this morning. She hasn’t come out of her room, which is probably the safest course of action.

I am the first to arrive after we all went and cooled off. Each of us has our own way of letting off steam. Getting stoned works well for me, while Boston and Davis would have hit the gym, and Laughn would have gone to play with one of his pets. Marlow probably took a nap; stress exhausts him.

One by one, everyone slowly trickles into the room, Brennan being last, which is unlike him. We all take our seats and wait to hear what lecture he will hand down next.

“I just finished a Zoom meeting with Mr Z, and you all need to pull yourselves together. Jolie is passing with flying colours—you are failing miserably. Honestly, you are acting like a bunch of hormonal teenagers.”

“You’re fucking kidding, right?” Boston bursts out. “That fucker genetically linked our DNA to Zircon. How do we just stop that? We physically can no longer have a Sixth. What the fuck are you hiding, brother? I know it’s more than you’re letting on!”

“You don’t have the seniority to ask such things,” Brennan snaps, deflecting like he always seems to be lately.

“Fuck your seniority. How about you go back to Mr Z and tell him we, as a group, saidfuck you!One thing I have realised is we are his super group; he has invested everything in us. So, whatever his grand plan is, he better let us in, or we will walk.”

Boston has a good point. They need us; we don’t need them. None of us speak. We elected Boston as head of our team—the decision maker—when we were younger, and we will all have his back in public, even if we don’t agree.

“Do you really think threatening Mr Z will work?” Brennan questions.

We all shrug. What else can we do? I know Boston wants to make Jolie disappear. We will all go along with him if that is what he wants, but I’m questioning everything. Mr Z doesn’t do anything without a reason.

A massive screen lowers from the roof and Mr Z’s face appears; I’m not surprised he was listening in.

“Boys, it is good to see you all again. I’m happy to see my super team has grown some balls. I was worried you were all going soft. Though I must say, taking me on wouldn’t be very smart, especially with the information I have as of 0900 hours. Brennan was informed this morning and wanted to tell you in person, but since you all have a bee up your asses, maybe now isn’t a good time. What do you think, Brennan? Can they handle it?”

“I think now is as good a time as any, boss. It gives them a few months to get their heads out of their asses and prepare for stage five.”

Damn stages are how they class our progress. Even though most teams enter at stage two, we are the exception since we are the test dummies. I’m sure there is more to it, but even if there was, we wouldn’t be told.

Stage one is embryo to birth.

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