Their hearts beat in synch. Their bodies twitched simultaneously. Their breathing matched that of the man Nox buried his cock in.
Pleasure became air. Peace became their blood.
“You will obey me.”
They spoke as one entity. “Yes.”
“You are me.”
“Yes.”
“And we will live for each other.”
“We will live for each other.”
Koda placed a kiss on Nox’s cheek. “Now sleep.”
And they did.
*****
A young woman in fatigues jogged over. “Colonel, they’re ready to open the door.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant.”
She nodded and left.
Reese straightened his glasses. “I guess that’s my cue.”
Colonel Harrington led Reese to where several people wearing HAZMAT bodysuits sat at one of the tables. They looked up, and their conversation snapped off.
“Ladies, gentlemen, it’s time.”
They scattered.
“There’s an extra suit for you over there.” Harrington indicated the table where a few individuals sealed up their cuffs with duct tape and hoisted breathers to their backs. They didn’t appear military.
“Don’t you think this is a little overboard?” Reese raised an eyebrow at Harrington.
“I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
“The Ichor won’t even have an interest in us.”
“And what makes you so sure?”
“We’re alive. The ichor never had an interest in living tissue.” They’d injected it into live cells, but it quickly purged, unable to bind. “Besides, if I’m wrapped up in Tyvek, how am I going to work the biometric locks?”
“Dr. Dante, if there were another way to get those doors unlocked, you wouldn’t be going down there. So shut up, get your suit on, and leave your right hand unsealed.”
Reese joined the other men and women at the table.
The woman with a ponytail smiled at him. “What department are you with?”
Reese picked up one of the jumpsuits. “Department?”
“New World Genetics. Or are you military? You don’t look military.”
Reese glanced in Harrington’s direction. “Um, neither. My name is Dr. Reese Dante, I guess you can say I’m a consultant.”