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Anyway, here's the next chapter.
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Chapter Eighteen: Convalescence
Alex had never seen Justine as distraught as he saw her when Alex and Valerie were placed side-by-side in the infirmary within the big battleship-gray building. Valerie spent two full days unconscious, vital signs extremely low, coma-like. Her heart-rate slowed to only a few beats per minute, but her core body temperature spiked to almost dangerous fever range, prompting the doctors to ice her body down as she lay next to him.
Alex was placed in a neck immobilizer, and immediately discovered that the unconscious itching that such a device produces was nearly unbearable. Justine hovered ominously over both their beds, alternately watching Alex and Valerie as they went through the various procedures they required. Alex was told he was very lucky in that the two cervical vertebrae that were ground against each other during his collision with the couch were only superficially damaged. The muscle tears from the whiplash of the impact, though, would require him to wear the immobilizer for a few days until the tears began to knit. He was injected with several syringes full of unidentified liquids. “Antibiotics” was the explanation when he asked, but he suspected something more subversive than a standard antibiotic cocktail, especially the local anesthetic and multi-stage injection he received in the back of his neck.
Alex had been questioned by several scientist-types who visited him, their demeanor all business. He recalled the fight as well as he could, but he could tell the interview was a formality. Apparently Valerie’s office had multiple cameras, and the fight was captured from several different angles. Justine had pored over the video as much as the analysts, and even brought a copy of the fight for him to watch on a tablet computer, a split screen video with a running timer in the lower right corner. He blanched when he saw his body rocket away from Jane’s grasp in the first milliseconds of the engagement, his legs arrow-straight as he shot out of one camera’s view. He appeared simultaneously in the lower left camera, and it showed him careen more or less head-first into the couch. The entire heavy piece of furniture slide backward several feet before toppling.
“I clocked you at twenty five miles per hour when you hit,” she said from high above. “You’re lucky you only had a little trauma to that little scrawny neck of yours. Still, I figured it was your best bet. I debated throwing you straight up for an instant, but figured you’d rather hit the couch at that speed than the concrete ceiling, and I didn’t have time to catch you when you fell back down. I was a bit busy, as you can see.”
Justine laughed at the shade of green he became as his body rag-dolled into the wall to slump against it. The motion made the large leathery tube-top she wore creak as it fought to contain her. It was cropped, and the huge ab muscles that fascinated him flexed and moved in time. She must have worn it for him, along with her “schoolgirl skirt,” since she stood with her belly nearly close enough to touch. It dominated his field of view as she stood close, holding the tablet down low for him to see. Her face loomed somewhere far above him, hidden from view by the incredible overhang of her breasts. Despite their overwhelming size, and the obstruction they must have given her line of sight, she seemed to know exactly where his head was. The tablet was held perfectly for his reclined position. He wondered how she accomplished that feat, and how she could see his expressions to react to them. He then realized he was on closed-circuit TV, just like everywhere else on the “campus.” She must have been able to see the feeds, somehow.
“That is why you need to fucking toughen up, Birdie-baby,” Justine said. “Shit like that goes down, I don’t have time to be gentle. Even when I DO have time, I don’t particularly like to be gentle, you know that. You need to be able to take a little more than you do now. There’s no way you can last for more than a few weeks with me otherwise.”
“How often does ‘shit like that’ happen in this place?” he asked, afraid to know the answer.
“First time, actually,” Justine replied. She bent down to watch her brief exchange with Jane. Her muscles twitched as she relived the fight. “My guess, though, is it’s going to happen again, now that the box has been opened. I would imagine the little fuckers are assessing the fight just as we are.”
“How?” Alex asked. “How could they have footage or anything like that?”
Justine tsked as she glanced at him.
“Oh, you silly little shit,” she said, her knitted brow betrayed by her warm tone, “I’m sure they have telemetry on her, maybe even a visual feed, just like these assholes do on me. I have accelerometers all over my body, and of course, they’re jacked into my optic nerves, however the little egghead fucks do that. Now that you’re one-hundred percent in, you can probably watch these feeds, too, maybe witness the virtual me do all kinds of exciting stuff, like fucking her tutor. I’m sure the computer geeks who process this shit jack off to it every night. Jane is wired similarly to me. So much so, that I’m sure some of her internals came from either yours truly or one of my predecessors. We haven’t cracked the encryption on her signal, and I’m sure enough of it got out before we jammed it. Her corpse is still broadcasting, but we figure it’s probably got a timebomb on it somewhere that’ll go off eventually. She’s in a bunker somewhere, probably with a shitload of terrified techs taking her apart, waiting for her to blow up in their faces.”
Alex had a hard time hearing the nonchalant way Justine remarked on her and Jane’s engineered bodies. They apparently weren’t just genetically modified, but mechanically as well?
“What kind of extra internals do you have?” he asked, curious. “Is it muscle enhancement, or just tracking stuff?”
She shrugged.
“The muscle is all me, baby. The rest is mostly telecom and telemetry; vitals, monitoring equipment. They don’t exactly tell me, but I know there’s GPS or some equivalent, throat mike, audio, HUD, stuff like that. My eyesight is like a first-person shooter. Here, look.”
Alex watched, fascinated, as Justine took the tablet, a clunky, military-looking piece of hardware, and tapped the screen in a blazingly-fast series of motions. She turned the screen toward him, and he looked at himself, with an array of information in the corners of the screen.
“Threat assessment upper left; playback of the last few seconds for visual verification – if I have the time – upper right; vitals, lower left; location – latitude/longitude, lower right. That’s my standard stuff, which I usually have just off when I’m off the clock, but I turned it on for you since you’re curious. I can change the HUD based on need, like if I take fire, I can get a rough assessment of the amount of damage. I kept petitioning for the angry little Doom Guy and the levels of beat-up he is in the game, but the fuckers said no. It’s my fucking body, the assholes.”
He was amazed. It really was like the HUD of a video game.
“So if I have a wireless controller, can I take control, maybe pick up a car and hurl it at opponents in the combat room?” he asked.
“Oh, fucking ha ha,” she said, her tone still light. “You know, you are off the twenty-four hour no bruising agreement, which I WON by the way.”
“Yeah, because you were gone,” Alex said petulantly. “That shouldn’t count.”
Justine smirked, an uncanny resemblance to Valerie’s face as she faced Jane.
“Ha! That was not a part of the agreement. You’re a smart guy; you should know a contract like that needs those details spelled out. Even if I WAS around, I would have been harmless for that entire time. My father can pretty much guarantee that.”
Alex looked up at Justine’s face. Her levity was gone and she appeared to be pondering something.
“Where were you, Justine?” he asked.
“Being punished,” she said, her voice neutral. “A little pain is good for the soul, isn’t that what they say? Builds character, I’ve been told. They should have let you come visit. You’ve have enjoyed a little karmic payback.”
He gasped as a bolt of pain shot through him as he tried to shake his head.
“No I wouldn’t,” he replied quickly. “I think I got my payback with that bo staff the first day I was here.”
Justine’s face softened as she looked down. She bent quickly and her face loomed inches from his.
“Yeah, I enjoyed that, too,” she said. “It was like an erotic massage on my little belly. I know how much you like to touch it. I personally think that it’s because my abs are what you see when you stand directly in front of me. I’m going to have to wear more tops like this one for our ‘tutoring’ sessions.”
She took Alex’s hand and pulled it across her muscular core. She smiled in smug triumph at the expression on Alex’s face.
“I’m so fucking horny right now, Birdie,” she moaned softly. “I’d LOVE a replay of that right now. I’d finger the fuck out of my pussy while you pounded away on me with that little toothpick, wherever you wanted… except my head, of course. I keep wondering if I can pull you out of that bed and not break your scrawny little neck if I shoved you up inside me a little, and then I think, hell, I can’t keep from hurting you even when you’re in one piece, let alone with your head about to pop off that little pencil neck. I may have to go find Hans, that repulsive fucker.”
“I’d never even get close to your head, seeing what happened with Inoki,” he replied immediately. “My luck would be I’d land a hit that hurt like that, the one in a million shot that could get through all this armor.”
Alex’s hand was wandering over Justine’s abs, and he recognized the familiar scent of her desire permeate his senses. He didn’t realize that he was quite horny himself, but his painfully stiff penis was happy to remind him as it tented the bedsheet. He was surprised that he was so excited. He’d barely been aroused when he saw Justine first loom above him, maybe ten minutes ago, and then it had been more abstraction than fact; the idea of Justine, not Justine herself. Now, though, he was hard as a post. It’s like she had a button she could press to turn him on.
Justine purred loudly as she rose to stand before him.
“Well, well, well,” she said, pulling her shirt up and exposing her gigantic breasts. “I might have to do something about that. I am feeling surprisingly contrite, considering I nearly removed your head the other day. I think that does merit some sort of apology.”
She took the restraints that Alex had noticed on the bed and lashed his legs down, cinching the cams that held the two heavy nylon straps together with her index and thumb holding the strap. She repeated the act with a strap she connected over his chest, and he looked up at the devious smile on her face.
“Uh, what are you planning to do?” he asked, unable to keep the concern out of his voice.
“Oh, relax, you little shit,” she said, her voice slightly annoyed. “I’m not allowed to get you out of bed, father’s orders. He didn’t say anything about having a little fun.”
Alex became increasingly interested when she made no move to lift him from the bed. Apparently Moreland’s hold over her was reestablished. He was wondering what she planned when she lifted the metal rails into position on either side of him.
Justine traced all the leads on his body and pulled the wire harness slightly to make it slack. She then delicately moved Alex’s hospital blanket to the side, and, with precision Alex had seldom seen, tore the fabric of his gown up the middle with the same index finger and thumb combination, only this time using both hands. She had a prim look on her face that would have made Alex laugh if he hadn’t been strapped to a hospital bed with his gigantic charge looming over him. That made him both apprehensive and excited in turn. Alex couldn’t follow her body as she left his side, found the bed’s controller and lowered it until Alex was laying flat. As he saw her reenter his field of view, he couldn’t help but be awed as he realized he lay knee-high to her with the bed fully lowered and flat. The massive muscles of her thighs bunched nearby, and he raised his arm to run across the surface, dipping into the valleys between the muscle groups.
Naughty smile firmly in place, Justine moved to the foot of the bed and removed the footboard. He could see her patience was waning as she wrenched it downward and heard a loud SNAP as the piece came free in her hand.
“Oops,” she said, her eyes burning into his as she carelessly tossed it away to smash against the wall. “Are you ready?”
“What are you-” Alex said, then his voice caught as Justine laughed and bent forward, placing her hands on the hard surface beneath the soft bedding. Her massive breasts buried his thighs beneath them as she laid a fraction of her weight on him. He heard a creaking sound come from the bed and saw her forearm muscles bulge as she tightened her grip. Her eyes were inches away, her gigantic body all around him.
“Don’t move,” she said and bent upward, taking the entire massive hospital bed with her.
Justine held the bed in her arms, raising it until Alex’s face was just above hers. Her arms flexed hugely as she moved the bed closer to her, and Alex felt her breasts drag up and down his body. Alex couldn’t help himself. He reached for her breasts, sliding his hands over the tops of the seemingly endless expanse of flesh, his fingers playing over her now hugely erect nipples. Justine’s head tilted upward to look in his eye, and an incredibly sexy look of smug superiority crossed her features. She puffed out her chest and watched with satisfaction as her tits pressed Alex’s tiny body deep into the mattress behind him.
“Your little eyes are bulging out almost as much as my arms, Alex,” she laughed, and he bounced around with the jiggling flesh that dominated his upper body.
Alex reached her swollen limbs and ran his hands over the rock-hard surface. He loved how tiny his hands looked as he spread his fingers as far as they would go to try to cover her biceps. It was like trying to palm a soccer ball. Of course, there wasn’t a gigantic vein running over the top of a soccer ball, he thought. His fingers traced the veins that crossed each one, and Justine looked like she would melt a hole in his head from the intense look she gave him as she gazed up at his rapturous face.
“God, that is so fucking incredible!” he breathed, and Justine’s smile grew broad.
“Yes, it all is, isn’t it?” she said. “Bigger, harder, stronger than anyone else on the planet. And all that might is right here, ready to take that little dick and make it explode. You could well be the luckiest little tiny man ever. But you need to return the favor a little, Birdie. Grab my nips and try to tear the fuckers off!”
Alex fought to push his hands between the surface of Justine’s breasts and the mattress, where he knew her nipples were most likely digging holes in the bedding. After a brief struggle that made his arms burn from the effort, his hands made contact, but it was impossible to grasp them, as tightly as she had her breasts pressed into the bed. They spread around his slim waist and engulfed most of his upper body in their immensity. They even strained the rails of the bed as they pressed against either side of him.
“See?” she growled. “You need to toughen up. How am I going to tit-fuck you if I can’t squeeze your dick in between them?”
She sighed in frustration.
“All right, dammit!” she said, her patience nearly gone. “NOW grab them, you little pussy!”
Justine moved the bed farther away, and the pressure against Alex disappeared. He immediately grabbed her nipples as hard as he could and pulled with every ounce of strength in his arms. He was rewarded with a loud moan from Justine as she rammed the bed back into her chest, forcing the air out of him.
“Oh, that’s more FUCKING LIKE IT!” she howled and wriggled until Alex felt his cock buried between her huge globes. “Pull ‘em as hard as you can, Birdie! God, I want you to bite them so fucking HARD, but I’m not allowed even near your face, you little crippled fuck! When your neck is better, I swear you’re gonna do nothing but suck and bite them for an entire fucking WEEK! If nothing else, at least I’m going to make your jaw stronger from all the work it’s going to do!”
Alex could only moan in response as the bed began to rise and fall from Justine rubbing Alex’s cock between her tits. The sensation was overpowering as he and the entire seven hundred pounds or so of the bed bounced up and down at an ever-quickening pace. The bed rails impeded Justine’s breasts somewhat, until frustrated, she flexed her pecs hard, and the pressure against his cock became almost painfully tight.
Justine was moaning loudly as was Alex. He dug his fingernails into her nipples, squeezing as hard as he could. As he rose higher and higher in the throes of his mounting climax, he knew if he climaxed and didn’t take her with him, the consequences, even though he was injured, could be severe.
His arms burned as he fought to get her off. He was seconds away, and nothing he tried would prevent his orgasm. The pressure, the immense power of Justine as she tit-fucked him; hell, she was pretty much tit-fucking his entire pelvis… AND lifting both him and the hospital bed like it was nothing! He wondered if her arms even burned like normal humans as they exerted their ungodly strength with such ease.
“Ooooh!” he cried as his head rocked back and he came.
He desperately tried to hold on and pull her nipples, but his strength failed him from the intense pleasure. Justine lifted him up and ripped the front of his gown away with her teeth, and then inhaled his spasming cock. She worked it in and out of her mouth by moving the entire bed with her arms and shoulders. He felt her pecs flex from the effort and the pressure increased against his legs until he felt like his thigh bones would snap. He jerked uncontrollably from her lips on his super-sensitive cock, and pushed hard against her to stop the torture, but it continued as an evil laugh came from Justine, slurred by his slowly deflating member in her mouth.
“Such a selfish little fucker you are,” she said as she gave him a moment’s rest from the torture. “I think you like getting me all worked up. I like it, too, Alex. Want to know how much?”
She took him back into her mouth and furiously pumped him back and forth, his head rocking back and forth against the matterss.
“Dammit, Justine!” Valerie rasped from her bed. “Can’t you fucking go five minutes without being such a fucking slut? This is really NOT what I wanted to wake to you cunt!”
Alex’s body froze as Justine ground to a halt. He looked down to see her, livid with anger, almost spit his cock out of her mouth as she turned to glare at Valerie.
“Oh, FUCK YOU, Valerie!” she said, then set the bed down, surprisingly gently.
Alex could feel his neck ache from the motion of rocking back and forth from her last exuberant moments of torment.
He was barely able to see Justine rush to Valerie’s bed and pull her into a strong hug.
“I thought they punched your fucking clock, you old bitch!” she said, more emotional than Alex had expected.
“Who the fuck shot me?” Valerie replied as Justine buried her beneath her gigantic frame. “I’m going to fucking rip their heart out through their throat!”
“Too late,” she said as she stood back up. “One of the fucking HRT squeezed off a stray round as Jane’s bullet scrambled his brain. It pierced your lung. You’re one lucky bitch. Went right between the aorta, the subclavian artery, and a whole mess of pulmonary veins. It nicked the vena cava, and the surgeons had to go in and slap a patch on that before it ruptured. You dodged oblivion by millimeters, Val. Just imagine, being taken out by some fucking douchebag like that, on your own team, no less. By fucking ACCIDENT. I’d have been so disappointed, Val.”
“Yeah, right,” she said. “You’d have laughed, you big bitch.”
Justine laughed in reply, but it sounded more relieved than humorous.
“Of course I would, but I’d have been pissed afterward. I found out which one shot you and punched my hand right through his corpse in the morgue, if that makes you feel better. You should see the big fucking dent in the table. They can’t put it back in the freezer. I was picking stuff from under my fingernails for an hour.”
“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Justine,” Valerie said, her throat raw. “Now, stop being useless and hand me that water.”
Justine chuckled as she held out the cup.
Alex missed the rest of their outrageous conversation. Knowing Valerie was going to recover seemed to make him suddenly exhausted, and he fell asleep as he came down from his incredible climax.
*************
Alex awoke, surprised to find Valerie standing over his bed watching him. A nurse came by, attached a new bag to the IV hooked to Alex’s arm (funny he hadn’t noticed that before he went to sleep) and left without a word.
"Just fucking lovely, isn't it?" she groused, gesturing around the room; her voice was less rough than before, Alex noted. "They need to put a screen in here with a view of the outside or something. I'll set that in motion. I have one in my office and I sometimes forget I don’t actually have a window. It's funny - I never thought I'd be one of the people recuperating here, and now that I have, I think this place really sucks."
Alex was pleased to hear her voice returning to normal. Valerie was touch-and-go on the first day, he was told. However, she stabilized quickly once the immediate threat had passed in surgery.
Amazingly quickly, he thought, considering the trauma of a nicked vena cava, the biggest vein in the body, and a collapsed lung from it being punctured. Even the surgery, at six hours, seemed less intense than such a nasty gunshot would dictate.
“Where’s Justine?” Alex asked and thought he saw Valerie’s look darken slightly.
“She got in trouble for having her way with you,” she said. “I think she’s enduring the William Moreland version of grounding, which means she’s most likely doing those hand-eye cards and bitching. Hopefully nobody gets hurt. Those sneaky trick images are a new invention of his, and you saw how much she enjoys them. Speaking of enjoyment, how’s your neck? I hear you are a bit modified yourself now. You apparently got an experimental injection of fibrin in the C 4-5 disc after it was ruptured.”
He wasn’t told his neck had a ruptured disc. Justine seemed to downplay the injury. Maybe that was her version of guilt.
"It hurts, thanks for asking," Alex said, "but the doctor told me I was lucky my neck wasn’t broken from the way I hit. He has no idea. Whoa, what did that nurse put in my arm? The whole room started spinning."
“Pain meds, and it looks like something to reduce the inflammation from your surgery,” she said.
Valerie glanced at the IV and placed her hand over his. He was curious about all of the new touching. She never seemed to come into contact with him before he said he was in all the way, but now she seemed to use every excuse to touch him.
"I understand," she said. "I think we were both lucky. You can sort of get used to Justine and the threat she implies, but to experience a hostile with her capabilities, I have to say my knees were knocking as badly as yours were."
Alex tried to nod in agreement and winced as a sharp pain shot down his side. Even the tiny range of motion the neck immobilizer allowed was too much, apparently.
Valerie's hand tightened on his and her brow knitted in concern.
"Stop trying to move your neck like that," she said. "You need to give it time. I think those quacks need to tighten that brace. Maybe you should be in a halo."
"Valerie, you amaze me," Alex said, his words slurred from the pain medication.
"Why's that?" she asked.
"You were just shot two days ago, and now you're up and about like nothing happened!"
She nodded, and moved her right arm gingerly.
"Well, I do have a lovely little pinhole from that jacketed round punching through my lung, but it exited cleanly and didn't damage anything extremely critical. Lungs repair quickly."
"Yours do, at least," Justine said as she ducked gracefully through the doorway. Alex thought his eyesight was playing tricks on him because she looked like she nearly took up the entire width. Maybe she was that broad all along and he was just unused to seeing her pass through from the vantage he currently had. Usually he was passing through a doorway with her.
"It's a shame the ol' muscle density thing didn't come along until Gen Four, though, huh Mommy dear?"
Alex looked at Justine and her comment sank in.
"You're...?" Alex asked, his medicine-addled brain finally asked the question.
"Generation Three, yes," Valerie answered, her eyes narrowing at Justine. "Don’t tell me you hadn’t at least guessed. I got some strength enhancement, though not enough for Uncle Sam's tastes, reaction time increases, improved cognitive abilities, pain tolerance, recuperation, and so on and so on."
Justine matched her cold stare.
"Bummer about the longevity stuff, though, huh?" she said, then glanced down at Valerie's hand holding Alex's.
Valerie released Alex's hand, and raised it to Justine, middle finger extended.
"Yeah, well bummer about those uncontrollable mood swings, huh, musclehead?" she replied.
"Now, now, kids," Senator Moreland intoned as he walked through the door. "All of this bickering is unproductive. We're all one big happy family here."
He turned toward Alex.
"How are we feeling, Alex?" he asked.
Alex noticed the 'Mr. Roberts' title was gone, apparently because of his new commitment to the cause.
"Sore," he replied. "I hope this doesn't count against my 'recuperative leave' time."
Moreland laughed. He seemed to be in a pleasant mood.
"Since you haven't gone anywhere, I think we can let your, 'sick days' shall we say, slide," he replied. "However, due to our heightened state of alert, we think it necessary to postpone your little vacation trip. We will have to assess our adversary's reaction to losing one of their prized assets."
"Get me in a room with a few more, and then you'll really see their reaction," Justine said neutrally.
"As long as they aren't armed," Valerie said. "Her reflexes, acquisition and targeting were significantly faster than yours. The HRT barely made it through the door before she took down all eight. I think she may have ten-ringed one before they even got the door open."
"*I* made it through, though, didn't I?" Justine said. "She only nicked me with three rounds, nothing even close to kill shots."
Justine pulled up her shirt, and two black and blue marks appeared, one just under her left breast and one on her right latissimus muscle. She didn’t display the third, and Alex wondered where it might have hit her.
"Yes, but she shot you through soft cover, AND she was shooting around their tactical vests," Valerie rebutted.
"Which is why I kept my noggin hidden behind one when I rushed her," Justine countered.
The exchange was becoming heated, and Moreland raised his hands.
"Ladies, ENOUGH," he said, and the ring of authority in his voice made them stop. "Justine, I don't believe this was the conversation you intended to have with Valerie today, was it?"
Justine looked chastened.
"You're right," she said, and faced Valerie, who awkwardly returned her gaze. "I'm glad Jane didn't smoke you in there."
"Gee, thanks, Justine," Valerie replied, her voice acidic. "I'm glad she didn't break your face, as many times as she hit it."
Moreland sighed.
"Valerie, please," he said gently. "You know this is hard for her."
She turned a cold eye on the Senator.
"Oh my fucking heart is breaking. Do you know what's hard, William?" Valerie said. "This."
She pulled her hospital gown aside, revealing her bandaged chest. Alex looked away quickly as the rest of her upper body, not covered in a bandage, was exposed as well. In addition to being ripped like a professional athlete, Valerie also had quite a bit of bosom to see, Alex couldn’t help but note. Maybe extra boobs are an effect of the modification, he mused, though Jane didn’t seem to possess the abundance the American super-soldiers did. Probably the bright idea of some pervert geneticist here in good ol’ ‘murrica.
Apparently, super-soldiers also don’t have a problem with indiscriminate nudity, he thought. Of course, with bodies like theirs, why would they?
"This fucking hole in my chest is hard," Valerie continued bitterly. "How the hell did she get in here without us ID'ing her? I’m not even going to mention the half-assed security that didn’t account for her being here for two fucking DAYS after the other girls left. This place has infrared and motion-sensing cameras in every room, but Jane was just holed up somewhere, trying to hack our system. Better yet, how did she spend the last few YEARS at Barstow without setting off anyone's alarms? She was one of Justine’s sparring partners, for Christ’s sake! I’m sure there’s an in-depth series of physical and combat-capability assessments in enemy hands."
The Senator shrugged.
"All excellent observations," he replied in a placating tone. "Concerns we're looking into. There is already a full inquiry, of course. All the other sites are in full lockdown like this one. If there are any more sleepers, we'll pick them up, or at least flush them out."
Valerie hardly seemed mollified, but the Senator didn’t give her a chance to reply.
“As to enemy assessments of Justine’s capabilities, so be it,” he said, unconcerned. “We have an excellent assessment of our own in the footage of Justine’s hand-to-hand combat with the Xinjuan Xiue operative. We have an excellent gauge of hand-eye, muscle control and memory, tactical cognition and combat-effectiveness. We couldn’t have designed a better first operation for Justine, if I may say so. If we can figure out how to access the implants, we may get her telemetry data and an understanding of their interface technology to gauge the differences between ours and theirs. Maybe we can discover their communication protocols and tap in real-time, listen in if you will.”
Alex watched the exchange, trying to follow along, but his drug-addled brain was having trouble.
One statement the Senator said resonated in his brain.
Other sites, he thought. How many other sites were there?
"Aw, poor Mommy," Justine teased. "You’re so upset. Should I get you a fucking hanky?"
Valerie, suddenly enraged, moved incredibly fast and her fist smashed against Justine's jaw. Justine's head didn't even move from the blow, and she stood tall, a broad grin on her face, as Valerie winced and shook her hand. Alex figured the force of Valerie's punch would have probably broken his neck, even uninjured, not to mention destroyed his jaw.
"You're such as easy mark when you're hurt, Val," Justine said, her smile broadening.
"You know I hate that Mommy shit!" Valerie said through clenched teeth, though Alex couldn't tell if it was pain or anger that caused her tightened jaw.
Moreland sighed again, this time deeper.
"Ladies," he said again, and Alex watched as both of their demeanors immediately relaxed. "I think we should have this conversation elsewhere and let poor Alex get his rest."
"I'm staying," Justine said firmly. "I haven't had any time to see him today. I'm already done with my training AND my penance, Monsignor."
Justine added the last as Moreland's surprised look aimed at her. Valerie appeared surprised as well.
"Hmmm," he said, glancing sidelong at Valerie. "I suppose you can spend a little time with him. Valerie, are you good to be discharged, or have you already been given leave?"
"I'm fine," she said, working her arm in circles unconsciously. "Doctors said I should be 100% by Friday."
He nodded in approval.
"Excellent," he said, sounding pleased. "Valerie my dear, you continue to exceed my expectations. Three days to near-total function after a critical injury is everything we could have hoped.”
He looked warmly at Justine.
“Both of you have. Stage Two almost a year ahead of projections! Incredible. This week is starting out on a high note. Come, Valerie. You need to be debriefed. "
He turned to Justine and Alex.
"You have ten minutes, Justine," he said sternly. "After that, you need to let him rest. No more of yesterday’s foolishness. "
Moreland and Valerie left the room, and Justine approached Alex's bed, taking the hand Valerie had held.
"How are you feeling today, little guy?" she asked softly.
"Like a lucky little guy," he replied, his voice groggy. "I didn’t have a chance to say thank you yesterday, since we were so, um, busy. She would've killed me if you hadn't been there to stop her."
"Probably, unless you believe all that guilty conscience bullshit she was spouting," Justine said. "So very Yin and Yang of her. Killing's killing. Your actions stop someone else before they stop you."
It took a moment for Alex to process Justine’s nihilistic comment.
"You don't believe in anything after this? No afterlife, Heaven, anything?"Alex asked.
Justine shifted her massive bulk as she pondered Alex's question.
"Well, let's just say I chose not to. When you know you're essentially a Frankenstein's Monster cooked up in a lab with the sole purpose of killing everyone you meet, it kind of sours the whole 'there's somewhere better' idea."
Alex tried to shake his head, but Justine noticed the effort and engulfed the top of his head with the hand not holding his, stopping him before he could hurt himself.
“I’m going to squeeze your head off if you keep trying to move it,” she grumbled.
Frustrated, he sighed, and she removed her hand.
"I would think the idea of some sort of salvation would be a comfort in your line of work," he said.
Justine tilted her head back and laughed loudly. Alex winced at the unconscious tightening of her other hand over his.
"That's hilarious, Alex!" she bellowed. "My 'line of work'. How about the purpose of my existence? I'm an engineered person, Alex. A man-made monster. I was never a cuddled baby, or a perky little girl with pigtails. No Sunday School or shopping sprees or walks in the park. Just death. Learning how to kill, learning how to neutralize the enemy, eliminate the threat. All that kid stuff you got to do, I didn't. I'm not really a person, Alex. I'm a weapon. A killer born and bred."
"There's as much to you as you wish there to be," he said. "You have the ability to feel, right? Experiences shape you, but they AREN'T who you are. Only you can decide that."
Justine looked fondly down at her little Tutor.
"I have such good taste," she said. "I'm so glad you're as tough as you are. Maybe Daddy's right. Maybe you really are just what I needed."
Alex sniffed in mock indignation.
"Maybe?" he said. "After everything you put me through, and the fact that I'm still here, willingly I might add, and still you doubt? I am surprised at you Ms. Moreland."
Justine's sudden dark look jarred Alex when he saw it, but the realization he was teasing her eased her temper.
"I am trying so hard not to grab you right out of that bed and squeeze you until you pop, Mr. Tutor." she said, her voice low. "But you know what I'd REALLY like to do?"
“What?” he asked, playing along.
“NURSE you back to health,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head. “I still have three and a half minutes. Be quick. Fuck the orders to stay away from your head. And besides, you OWE me for yesterday.”
*************
Moreland and Valerie watched their conversation, then Moreland turned off the monitor as Justine began to remove her top.
“It’s a scary precedent,” Valerie said, wincing as she gestured with the arm on her injured side. “You saw her defiance, even after you gave the compulsion that she depart. Maybe the ability to defy command is a function of her increased rate of growth, maybe neural pathways are being built to work around the implanted compulsions? What do the eggheads have to say?”
Moreland shook his head.
“They don’t know,” he replied. “By all assessments they have made, she should be at sixty to seventy five percent of the way to Stage Two, but she has related that she is there already. The footage from the fight bears that out. Strikes from the Xinjuan Xiue had next to no effect, even with the assessed trauma in the 1800 to 2000 pounds of force range.
“The first day Justine took Alex to her studio,” Valerie began, “she had him use a bo staff on her. That weapon, even with someone as small as Alex, generates greater than the Xinjuan Xiue impacts per strike. He hit her eighty-seven times and she wasn’t injured in the least. She may have been Stage Two even earlier than her personal assessment.”
“Where is that footage?” Moreland asked, intrigued. “And where is the report?”
“It’s already uploaded onto the server,” Valerie said. “A normal human, even a trained standard soldier, would have been dead after the fifth or sixth strike, the analysts said. Alex was striking surprisingly hard for a completely untrained person. She showed him proper technique, and he took to it immediately. He was between 1600 and 2500 pounds per strike. He was a bit emotionally unstable toward the end, so the final hits were in the 1400 range, but the early strikes were all up around 2300. A trained martial artist can impart up to 3000 pounds per strike, so, all things considered, the little guy did impressively well.”
Moreland smiled.
“Eighty-seven strikes in a concentrated area, but it made no difference,” he said, his voice smug, pleased. “We have tactical superiority, Valerie. We finally have tactical superiority. Maybe Justine’s confidence isn’t unwarranted. She may well be able to go up against multiple Chinese Generation Eights and emerge victorious in hand to hand. Let’s not be in a rush to find out, though.”
Valerie nodded.
“Are you really going to let them go off the ranch?” she asked. “After what happened?”
“Yes,” he said after a moment of consideration. “As you saw, her ability to break the compulsion has begun even earlier than anticipated, along with pretty much everything else. If this carrot is dangled and withdrawn, I fear that those controls will fail altogether. That means no more kill switches, and, at the current rate of muscle growth, tranquilizing darts will be almost wholly ineffective within the month.
Moreland paused, and looked at Valerie, and a note of regret crossed his voice.
“Her resistance to electrical stimulus is also increased significantly.”
Valerie looked darkly at him.
“You didn’t,” she said, temper rising. “After the live fire?”
He returned her dark look.
“Yes, I DID,” he said strongly. “That defiance was inexcusable, and she knew what she was in for when she put on that display.”
Valerie looked away, and a small smile crossed her lips.
“And now? Considering this new information, do you think it was such a good idea now?”
Moreland paused.
“Had I known, I would have… reconsidered,” he said at length. “I fear my actions may have hastened today’s defiant behavior.”