2 comments/ 18108 views/ 2 favorites Angels and Warriors By: ArthurianMorgaine Part one: Creation & Discovery She lived in the testing chamber, it was her home. She was the best so far in a series of genetic experiments. The scientists wanted to create the ultimate in sex appeal, but without the risk of disease. At least, that was what they were told by their superior, Dr. Dorein Setar. They had gotten the no-disease part down easy; it was accomplished in the first four experiments. Creating genetically perfect humans from scratch was hard, but they had funding and enough computers and science teams to accomplish it. Each specimen had knowledge of pleasure and ways to induce it in others imprinted into its brain as it grew. The part was getting it to want to pleasure others, and no amount of training, genetic manipulation; propaganda or brainwashing could get them around it. So they kept trying new things, hoping something would turn their way. Most of the scientists at the facility were men, some were women. Most of the scientists overall were older, but Mary, a younger scientist had an absolute knockout figure. Dr. Setar, the man who had gotten the funding and had started the project had brought Mary in for two reasons: she had an excellent figure, and she was SMART. Her brains were too valuable to be wasted somewhere out on an exotic dancer stage, so he brought her here. She had helped pioneer many of the breakthroughs that had been made, and had even come up with a good portion of the genetic code used to shape the test subjects' bodies, mostly their upper body. She had especially helped to shape the breasts on the bodies of the test subjects, each new subject having slightly larger assets than her successor. This latest subject, #81, had been given a different treatment, as an experiment. She had been given a few extra genes that had given her breasts the ability to produce milk, which they had been doing ever since she had hit puberty (the growth span for these subjects was short, only a few days, and they handled the speedy aging wonderfully, slowing down and almost stopping at the physical age of 21, despite only being four days old chronologically) but within her genetic and cellular structure, the genes and cells and biological commands within the body that told what cells to make her reproductive organs had been removed. Her body simply lacked the ability to procreate, and as a result, there was nothing between her legs. No pubic hair, no pussy, no nothing. This had caused a hormone imbalance within the subject, resulting in her overlarge breasts, but they would work around that later. The subject, named 'Sarah', had shown an especially high level of intelligence, and also expressed interest in others, more social and more personal than any of her predecessors. Once she had hit puberty, however, contact was limited to a man in a sterile environment suit that brought her meals. She had needed no medication, another plus that the others had not had, and she had shown increasing amounts of sexual need. Today, the scientists were planning on exposing her to a man, to see what her reaction would be. The door at the end of the containment chamber opened, and two men in environment suits walked in, went to opposite sides of the chamber, and sat down in chairs. The bed in the center of the room was the one they had left there for her to sleep on, and now they would see if she decided to bring a man there with her. Sarah ignored the environment suits. She had never seen anyone put one on, and she assumed they were a different kind of human, like herself. She wore clothes, and had a decent wardrobe, and the containment chamber was her home- the only place she had ever known. She had all the furnishings one would want, a shower a small kitchenette, a TV, and exercise machines. She was well built, and looked at the man who walked in with the environment-suited scientists. She regarded him with some interest, like a child does a new toy, but not one they are particularly interested in, and sort of gazed at him for a moment before going back to eating her lunch and watching a bit of TV. She enjoyed keeping fit, and had done an admirable job of doing so, even though her genes were made to keep her thin and beautiful and desirable. The man made numerous advances and she brushed them off, not really caring. After a while, she yawned and headed for her bed, and when the man tried to climb in with her, she glared and told him to get out. Mary was watching all this on the TV screen embedded in her desk, and could barely make out who was who on the tiny, cheap, black and white screen. She suddenly had a flash of insight, and quickly ran to see Dr. Setar. "Yes Mary, what is it? You make another breakthrough? I’d like to say that what you’ve done here-" he tapped the monitor screen where Sarah and the just turned down man were "-is good, but we still need to get her to want to pleasure others." "I know, I've had an idea. All the coding we've done so far has been exclusively on making her desirable. What if she doesn’t want men, but a mirror image of herself? You’ve seen how she poses in front of her mirror at times, sometimes for hours." "What do you propose, Mary?" Dr. Setar asked. Mary took a deep breath. "Send me in, in place of the man we just tried. I modeled her closely after myself, maybe she will fall for me, maybe see me as someone who is like her. What if she falls for women instead of men? You said yourself that if this works, we can do all sorts of things with this, including sell copies of the best ones to men for pleasure. There are god knows how many lesbians out there who have no partners because they’re afraid. What if we provide an answer, for a price? It’s worth a shot, sir." Dr. Setar looked at Mary for a moment, as if reevaluating her. “And no one else on the entire staff here has considered that? Mary, you amaze me every time you walk in here. Get down there and see if your little theory works. If it does, you’re promoted. If not, we keep looking. I don’t want to lose someone with your genius, Mary. God help us if someone else does." Dr. Setar smiled at her and turned back to his work. Mary went back to her desk and sent a quick message to the people monitoring Sarah, telling them to notify her the moment Sarah woke up. Mary went back to work, and two hours later, the intercom at her desk beeped with a message from the monitor room: Sarah was up and getting dressed. Mary got up and walked as slowly as her feet would let her, which was just slower than a run, like a fast walk. She realized that SHE would be the one to hopefully get the program to open up, then she could branch out with her own side-project, heading it herself. It felt like a dream, and she wasn’t sure it would come true. She walked into the test chamber, and gaped. Sarah was beautiful, all right, and breathtaking. Mary had the body of a supermodel, but Sarah made her look ugly and downright repulsive by comparison. Sarah was wearing a white button down t-shirt, and her usual jeans. The jeans were kind of baggy, but the shirt was skintight, shaping Sarah’s breasts. Sarah smiled broadly and yet also seductively at Mary, walking over, her tiny nipples barely able to poke thru the thin, tight shirt. Gaps between the buttons were easily noticeable, each gap exposing a small amount of creamy white flesh. Damp spots around her nipples showed she was still producing milk, and clearly had a great deal of it within her breasts. She was muscular, but not visibly so. White, silvery white hair, done up in a long in a ponytail. She was slender, but not overly thin. Her breasts were very prominent, filling and almost overflowing the shirt she wore. This was the first time Mary had ever really laid eyes on Sarah, and hadn’t paid much attention to her body, besides, the TINY video screen at her desk couldn’t show her anything, a cheap TV rigged to receive images from the test chamber. She hadn’t realized how BUSTY Sarah was, not till she met her in person. Sarah smiled, her voice mature and calm, but there were overtones of childishness and playfulness, as well as a few hints at sexuality. "Hello. Who are you? I haven’t met you before.” Mary smiled some. “I’m Mary, I’m a scientist here. You look beautiful Sarah, did you know that?” Sarah smiled, and the almost physical aura of pure sex that surrounded her almost doubled with that comment. Mary was attracted to her the moment she had created her, but now that she met her creation in person- she was hooked. Sarah took a few step forwards, breathing shallowly, as if a deep breath would burst her shirt open, freeing those huge breasts. Mary hoped she would be able to see them before the night was over. Sarah’s shirt made creaking, groaning noises, protesting the incredible strain it was put under by Sarah’s breasts. Sarah gently stroked and rubbed the sides of her beach ball-sized breasts, smiling seductively at Mary. “Mary, you look sexy, you know. Did you dress up to see me? I’ve heard some about a lady named Mary; those plastic suit people talk about her sometimes, and how she designed me. Are you her?” Mary gaped and blushed at Sarah’s comment. “Actually, yeah. I didn’t know you’ve been told about that.” Mary said, a scant second before Sarah took one last step forwards and rested her hands on Mary’s breasts, which were a bit bigger than basketballs, but not much, the touch sending a shiver up Mary’s back and a moan from her lips. The door was closed, and with a quick push of a button on her remote, the lab cameras shut off. They were alone. “Sarah, do you desire me?” Mary couldn’t help it, and it felt almost natural now. “Yes, Mary, I do. I want to know if you’re as good as I am.” Sarah grinned devilishly. “I have good hands.” With that comment, Sarah began to undo the buttons on Mary’s shirt, freeing her bra-clad basketball sized breasts. Sarah guided Mary to the bed and lay down with her. “You really are beautiful, Mary...” As she finished that statement, her lips met Mary’s in a kiss, and Mary’s mind was overwhelmed with pleasure. After the kiss, Sarah stood, murmuring softly to herself, her hands rubbing the sides of her massive breasts, smiling at Mary, who was given a front row seat to the work of art she had created when designing Sarah’s body. Sarah’s breasts were round and full and firm, and held their shape excellently. They were obviously heavy, any breasts that large had to be, but Mary had worked around the problem, by giving Sarah an especially sturdy spine, making her able to walk with some small amount of ease despite her large, milk-filled assets. Perfect in every way. She smiled dazzlingly at Mary and took a step forwards, putting those huge beach ball shaped tits right in Mary’s face, her mind freeing itself from the mental conditioning it had been given every day since she had been ‘born’. “Do you like what you have wrought, Mary? Do you see the beauty you have made?” Mary gaped in awe, and hesitantly reached out to touch one of Sarah’s massive breasts, damp spots visible on her shirt where her nipples tried in a futile attempt to poke out thru the thin fabric of her shirt. “I have Sarah, and I’m amazed. You are incredible.” Mary touched one finger to Sarah’s breast, gently rubbing it, and the reaction was instantaneous, Sarah let loose a long moan of pleasure, her eyes closed, her back arched instinctively from the sensation. Sarah’s hands reached out, unclasping Mary’s bra, and then they both fell into bed, and the lights went out, the room lit by the soft, ever increasing white-blue glow that surrounded Sarah’s body, only visible at times when her hormones were running rampant. Dr. Setar had reactivated the lab cameras a few minutes after Mary had disabled them, and he watched as the two women shared a long intimate night with one another, a smile across his face. Mary really was a genetics expert, and what she had done with Sarah was almost a strenuous environment test (exactly what he had wanted), though she hadn’t known it. Sarah needed her body altered to handle the extra weight of her breasts, and Mary had given her a stronger back and legs, and had come up with a perfect human being, without those breasts to weigh Sarah down, and different mental conditioning, who knows how Sarah could perform as a soldier. He smirked, as he activated his intercom and called the cosmetic surgeon they had at the research base. Sarah would be very different in a few days. And think of all the real women who would be happy from this, breast enhancement without surgery. a small genetic alteration, and Voíla! Instant breasts! They could increase metabolism and give woman a fat-free body, except where it would be needed. Or give men the ultimate body they liked. He smiled to himself again. That thing down in the test chamber wasn’t really human; it hadn’t been born as real one should. Besides, the fact that it had something that was decidedly NOT human in its genetic code meant there was all the more reason to eliminate it. It wouldn’t matter if it was eliminated. If it wasn’t human, then killing it wasn’t murder. Mary awoke with a start the next morning. Sarah was standing over her, looking upset, and concerned. She was dressed, and Mary was as well, somehow. Was last night all a dream? If so, how did she end up in the test room with Sarah? “It wasn’t a dream, Mary.” She said in a soft voice. Mary smiled a little. “When did you become a mind reader, Sarah?” Mary asked, a little jokingly. Sarah took the question seriously. “Last night, while we were... you know. It happened suddenly, I don’t know how or why, but it scares me. The head scientists, the man who is your boss... he’s going to have a surgeon remove these.” She patted her breasts. “Then he’s going to do some kind of new mental conditioning, so I can... fight?” She says the word hesitantly, as if the concept was alien, or at least not something she liked the thought of, despite all the episodes of Sailor Moon, Tenchi Muyo, Escaflowne, MS Nadesico she had watched, cheering on the dramatic fight scenes every step of the way. “Then he’s going to eliminate me. Mary, I don’t know what to do. I’m scared, and I don’t like him. I don’t want to meet him, but he watched us last night, he’s going to come down and take you away... and then he’s going to have me... killed…” She sobbed, clinging to Mary like a lost child. “Sarah, hey, whoa... you can read minds? You can hear what I think?” Sarah nodded slowly. “It comes and goes, and its not clear on some people, their minds are all fuzzy, like bad TV reception. Mary, I don’t want to die... don’t I deserve to live, too? Am I human, like you?” Sarah deliberately left out the bit of info about the non-human DNA in her genes, thinking that Mary would say ‘no’ if she found out. Mary’s response was instantaneous. “Sarah, of course you are. Look, I’m going to have to put you in an environment suit to get you out, but I will. I’ll take to the classroom, and then I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” “Environment suit? What’s that?” Mary walked out of the room and then back in with one. Sarah stared at it, amazed. “You mean those come off? I can wear one?” Mary smiled a little. “Yeah. Come on, get in it, I’ll get in one too, and we’ll get out of here.” Sarah got hers on, but had a bit of trouble getting it on over her breasts. She finally squeezed into it, and looked at herself in the mirror, smiling broadly. “WAI!” Mary led Sarah out of the test chamber, and walked with her to the classroom. It wasn’t really a classroom, but a small room with one of the most advanced pieces of technology that Roswell Labs had ever produced: The Sleep-Learner capsule, or SLC. A person lay down inside the chamber, and was put to sleep by a mild sedative, and then used electrodes and radio waves, to cram information into their brain, like learning an entire college semester course in one half hour, while asleep. They used this for all the test subjects, but did when they were children, so they would adapt better to the knowledge. Mary knew it worked on adults, and so she was going to give Sarah a primer course in self-defense, and made sure to include all the things Sarah had shown interest in. She had watched the Sci-Fi and Anime cable channels a great deal when watching TV, and had shown interest in all sorts of explosives and energy weapons. They only had one of the latter--an energy pistol--but there was plenty of rocket launchers and other things like that in the security locker. “Sarah, I’m going to put you in the SLC and give you some knowledge, to help you when you escape. Get out of the suit and lay down, I’ll make sure no one harms you.” Sarah nodded and got into the capsule and was asleep in seconds. Mary called up all the fighting and self defense learn programs there were in the lab computer, and many on fighting and weaponry, driving skills (mostly those from anime and TV shows- a good car chase could be educational at times), and a some just with basic worldly information that a person needs in a day-to-day life. She started the program, and one of the readouts blinked a message: She pressed manual and set the machine to raise Sarah’s intelligence as high as the machine could force it. Dangerous, but not deadly. The computer and circuitry hummed to life. She looked into the chamber at Sarah- and saw something she hadn’t seen before. An aura of blue sparks and points of light were swirling around her head. The IQ levels raising, maybe? It hadn’t done that before. The display next to the tank was blinking. Mary knew the lab layout like the back of her hand. The security locker was nearby, and she could get in, if she was careful, and back here in just about two minutes. she decided to go, and ran, locking the door as she went, heading for the storage locker. She grabbed a backpack, one of the standard issue, leather square-ish ones with a weapon clip frame. She grabbed a LAWS (Light Anti-Tank Weapon System. a big rocket launcher with a laser scope) tube and a large amount of LAWS ammo, clipping the tube to the bag, and putting the ammo in the bag, loading one rocket into the tube and another into the holding clip. a shotgun and a good amount of shells came next, followed by a box of bullets and a minigun--a shrunk down version of an FA-18 front machine gun. The bullets went into the bag, and the gun clipped to the weapon frame. She grabbed a pistol belt and ran to the energy labs, grabbed the energy pistol, put it in the pistol holster and looked around. Over in the corner was a set of odd metal boots and a pair of fatigue pants, with weapon belts on the legs, as well as a pair of metal gloves, the left hand a mostly normal sized, the right handed one a massive affair of metal and power packs. A pair of circular lensed glasses, green tinted--she recognized them as a pair of IR/light-amp goggles, the latest in miniaturization technology. She grabbed these too and then ran back to the classroom. She unlocked the door, dragged all the stuff she had basically stolen over to the sleep pod. The computer beeped twice and then the pod opened, and Sarah blinked, sitting up slowly. “Whoa. Mary, I can do all sorts of stuff now! It’s like in that movie, ‘The Matrix’! This is so cool!” She beamed at Mary, who smiled back. “Here, I got you some stuff. Hope it’s not too heavy.” Sarah got to her feet and pulled on the heavy backpack easily, leaving the boots, gloves, and pants in the backpack for now. She grinned some. “Kind of light, actually.” She looked around and spotted something on one of the desks in the classroom, for when it was used as one. It was a small, thin laptop computer. She ran over and grabbed it, putting it in her bag. “Come on Mary, let’s get the hell out of Dodge City.” She headed to the door, and Mary led them out into the hall, and then quickly figured the best way through the facility, mentally mapping it out. She took off down a hallway. Angels and Warriors “Through here. We can cut through the power generator section, and then through the biolabs, and out to the exit.” Sarah nodded and followed, keeping pace easily. They got through the generator room and biolabs just fine. It was still very early in the morning, and no one was really up yet. They skidded to a stop in the lobby. Between them and the door was a large contingent of security guards, and Dr. Setar. “Mary, Mary, you and that esper will have to go back to your respective places. And the stolen equipment will be handed over now.” Sarah glared, slowly reaching behind herself, and then in a sudden movement, grabbed the LAWS and whipped it out in front of herself, steadying the tube on her shoulder and aiming at the center of the group of guards before they could react. “OK, one shot takes all you shitheads out. Move out of the way if you want to still be alive after I leave.” Her manner, demeanor, and attitude had all changed with the knowledge and sharpness of mind she had gained. She maneuvered around the group to the exit, Mary in tow. As soon as the doors were behind her, she took a step to stand next to them, balanced on one foot, and kicked backwards with her free foot, breaking the plate glass window. She leapt thru, pulling Mary with her, and both sprinted for the parking lot. The guards didn’t shoot, couldn’t shoot, didn’t have a clear shot, and didn’t want to shoot one of the best scientists there was at the facility. Dr. Setar, however, had other ideas, and also had a clear shot. He grabbed a pistol from one of the guards and leapt through the window, chasing after them. Sarah didn’t notice. Mary did, and her eyes widened in horror as she looked over her shoulder in time to see Setar stand still, and aim for Sarah. With a scream, she leapt between Sarah and the man who had been her superior the day before. The bullet hit low, but tore through her, leaving a mortal wound that would merely take time to kill her. Sarah gasped, screamed in anger, and hauled the still alive Mary into a Jeep, tossed her bag in, then got behind the wheel and got them the hell out of there. She drove miles down the road, and then headed out to the desert for a mile or so. She shut off the jeep and turned to Mary. She was bleeding badly, and Sarah did her best to try and stop the bleeding. “Mary, where’d he hit you?” “The stomach. I don’t think I’ll make it.” She swallowed, and closed her eyes for a moment. “Sarah, you need a name if you’re going to survive out in the world. Take mine. When I die, I wont need it.” “I already have a name.” “Use two. It’ll throw them off. Mines Mary Whitmore. So you’ll be Mary-Sarah Whitmore.” “Mary Sarah. M.S.” She smiled. “I like it. Mary, thank you.” She hugged Mary close, keeping her there until the woman she realized too late that she really had loved was gone. She got the shovel out of the army kit that all military jeeps have and quickly buried her love. Memory was a nice thing, but to get lost in some of them while people who want you dead are chasing you isn’t good. She made a small tombstone for Mary and set it over the body, then filled the hole, and put the shovel in the jeep. She got out the gloves and boots and pants, exchanging the new outfit for her old one. The metal boots were like a pair of cybernetic enhancements, allowing the person who wore them to run a bit faster and jump higher, aside from simply looking damn cool. The pants were part of the boots in a way, they matched and also had kneepads and weapon belts for storing a few small knives or pistols. She pulled the pants on, then the boots, and attached the pistol belt to her waist, dropping the energy pistol in the holster on the belt. The gloves came next, also made as enhancements. The left one didn’t have much in the way of extras, but the right one, a huge mass of metal and cloth, was another cybernetic enhancement. The person wearing it could hold heavier weapons easier, and there was a minicomputer embedded in the back of the glove, as well as a grappling hook. Very cool. She hopped back in the jeep and made tracks for the road, then turned east and headed away from the facility known as Roswell Labs to the inhabitants, but as a mystical government secret known only as Area 51. *** “What do you mean you can’t find her?! It’s not that hard to track down a woman who couldn’t walk down a street without men drooling all over her! FIND HER!!” Setar was practically losing his mind. He had lost his best genetic scientist, and the others couldn’t understand her work well enough to replicate the results. So they needed that test subject back, to figure out what Mary had done and to replicate it. *** She’d made it to Georgia, and so far, her little skirmishes with Setar’s people had been in the desert, or in the wilderness, and so she had been free to use any and all munitions she had felt like. She’d mostly used the energy pistol, which recharged itself automatically when not in use, so that was one weapon that wouldn’t run out of ammunition. She’d have to keep most of her stuff concealed, because most people didn’t own things like her boots, and gloves., she usually wore a pair of simple khaki shorts and a black t-shirt, or an orange t-shirt with the words “Sarcasm: just another service we offer” emblazoned across it and a pair of jean short cutoffs. She managed to scrape together some cash working at a few exotic dance clubs, but never stayed at any place for too long. Finally, she ended up in a small, forested area, and set up a sort of encampment--a small cabin and garage. She would sit in the clearing and write, because she enjoyed it, it was a gift she had discovered and enjoyed using, so she wrote often. However, she had sat down to write in a different place than usual, away from the cabin, and after sitting and writing for a while, she realized she was being watched. Her green shades were IR and night vision goggles; she reached up and tapped the hinge for the earpiece and the lenses changed to IR scan mode. looking at the lenses from the outside, no one would notice the change, and the movement was so innocuous as to resemble someone adjusting their glasses. The other person’s body showed up like a signal flare from behind the tree they were hiding behind in the cool fall air, and so she smiled and got up, walking over to the person. “Hey there. Come on out, ok? I’m not going to hurt ya or anything.” Sarah was wearing one of her custom bras, it covered her bust completely and had a drawstring, which, when pulled tight, would basally compress her breasts to a more manageable and less obscenely huge size. Down to something that was almost normal. Painful, but it got the job done. A young girl, 16 or so, stepped out from behind the tree and looked at Sarah, then at the clearing she was in. "Who are you? Why are you here in my clearing?" Her voice was the voice of a soprano, quite high and laced with curiosity along with the slightest bit of worry, but not threatening at all. "I'm Sarah and I've got nowhere to go. Should I leave, since this is yours?" She pointedly did not mention her house and garage (or the jeep) that was a far deeper in the forest, so that she could still stay somewhere. Oddly enough, her mind would alternately give her a crisp-clear image of this girls mind for a split second, then revert back to total and complete static, something she was used to by now- whatever had happened to allow her to read other’s minds had been fading since she left, and was basically useless now, only giving her flashes of warning when someone tied to attack her- useful, when pursued by government assassins. "Mm-mm." She shook her head, her hair, obviously still wet from a morning shower, done in a bun at the back of her head, its color undeterminable in the wet state that it was in. Her eyes were an often remarked upon piercing shade of blue, and now studied Sarah intensely. "If you have nowhere else to go, by all means stay. I can understand your plight, being in the same bind myself. But could you tell me your story, if you would stay? Perhaps our lots could be thrown together." The young woman tilted her head, her looks much contrasting Sarah's own - she was lithe, not very tall, almost within the height to be called short (although she preferred petite, if asked). As with her words, her strong stance portrayed a dignified air, back straight and not flinching in the least at Sarah's height or the somewhat unique outfit that she wore. She wore slightly baggy jeans, as if an attempt to hide her figure, but it was a failed one, for they showed off her long legs quite well. "Angel," her shirt proclaimed in sparkling letters on a blue background, the words resting over her chest, just across her breasts. While she was not as well endowed as Sarah was, even with Sarah in her more manageable attire, her body seemed to match the characteristics of the creature that her shirt declared her to be. There was a hint of the Fae to her, her stature and bones delicate to look at, though inside she was made of somewhat sterner stuff. her skin was fair, with little tan and no freckles in sight. Worn, blue sneakers completed her outfit, their laces only white at some long ago point in time, now a brownish tan with wear. "My name is Morgan, what's yours again?" "Sarah," she said, offering her hand to be shaken. Morgan accepted and smiled warmly, then looked at her feet a bit sorrowfully. "I am so hungry! I've been on the run for so long and all I want to do is rest." She sat down on the ground, on a little patch of green spongy moss, "I have these scary people chasing after me and they want to lock me up and do experiments on me." "How do you know I am not one of those scary people?" Sarah asked, wondering if their 'scary people' were the same, but then thinking that is wasn’t likely. "Because, well because I can read your thoughts. Right now you are running from something bad too. I don’t mean to scare you, but you asked." Sarah nodded. "My mommy is gone, I am alone, to deal with this all alone. I miss her so much! She used to read me the stories of King Arthur and every time Morgan came up she would hold me a little tighter and kiss the top of my head. She thought I was very special, a little magickal maybe, that's why she named me Morgan, after Morgan of the Faeries, the most powerful good witch," she said, smoothing a wispy bit of hair back onto her head. She looked into Sarah's eyes and said, "Two months ago... she died two months ago." Sarah nodded, having thought to ask the same question right as Morgan had answered it. “We may as well throw our lots in together, at least.” Sarah said, shrugging. “Come on, it’s best we went on our way.” “Even if there’s twice the trouble after us?” Morgan asked. “I feel sorry for those who are- they have to deal with me. Heh.” However, known to no one was that Morgan’s earlier remark was only partially correct. There wasn’t twice as many people after then, but three different groups after them: one after Sarah, operating out of Roswell labs, a.k.a Area 51, the group of Psionic scientists and researchers from Area 54 (located in Georgia, near where Sarah had found Morgan) who were after Morgan. These first two groups only knew about their own objectives, and neither was aware of the other. The psionic group had no interest in an explosives-happy sex goddess, and Setar had no interest in a girl with mental abilities, except possibly as genetic material, which he could get by poking her with a needle and sending her on her way. There was a military garrison and weapons development facility at Roswell, New Mexico. The fabled town where UFO's had apparently been sighted was next to a secret military aircraft testing zone, and in all likelihood, all the townspeople had seen was an aircraft from the base that was so near, yet they knew nothing of it. Areas 51 and 54 were both "black projects", they were known to three or four officials in the pentagon, and were so secret that even the ‘top secret’ stuff looked like a safe with a broken lock and no door, when compared to the "black project" level of secrecy. At the military garrison, one single military commander had access to both areas 51 and 54, and the information contained within. Both projects, when combined with some of the incredible technology his own people had made... they could create a perfect soldier. The US military would be unstoppable. And with himself in command... what could go wrong? He smiled, and quickly drafted an order, one that would send a small group of ground troops to seek out both escaped projects and bring them back here, to his base. Then, with Setar and that insane scientist who had perfected the technique of Psionics, he could begin his own plan. Sarah jumped as a noise was heard from the west, the direction from which Morgan had come: the sound of a convoy of vehicles. A group of jeeps in a convoy was only one thing: a search party. "You wanted to throw in your lot with me? then come on. we have to leave and leave now." she turned and ran thru the woods, and clambered into the jeep, starting it as soon as she could, driving it out so Morgan could get in. "Get in! Quick!" Clambering in, Morgan leaned back against the seat with a sigh, a resigned air settling on her shoulders. "Drive straight ahead. There's a large group, mostly behind us, but the people that are thinking about you are off to our left. The ones behind us are after me." This said, she reached for the seat belt, buckling herself in, and closed her eyes, tilting her head back. "Five.. ten.. fifteen.. Twenty behind us. Tranqs, and most don't like it. The leader... Hm... Found him. They're confident. I'm just a girl. They don't know about the other team.. Six there. Heavily armed. No holds barred. They don't know, either. Also think that you're an easy target. You're armed, but not dangerous. After all, you've only been trained for... eep..!" Blue eyes shot open, and her fair cheeks turned a violent shade of scarlet, looking at Sarah. "Why, that's awful!" Some ways behind them, a group of twenty crashed through the forest, jeeps deftly dodging scattered trees and wrecking havoc of the underbrush. The passenger in the lead vehicle consulted an instrument in his lap and looked up with a grin. The tracker was working, and the object of their search likely still did not know of its existence. Remembering, for a moment, exactly what they were searching for, he diverted his thoughts, thinking of other things, even as he directed the driver in the correct direction. Sarah gaped at her again, almost driving the jeep off the "road". "How the hell did you know that? Morgan, that's not fair, ya know. you could read my mind an everything." Sarah sighed, though inwardly somewhat relived about having someone else who could read minds, and knowing that she wasn't unique in that respect, but did not mention it, not knowing that the alien genes in her body, coupled with the effects of the SLC had totally blocked her mind from being seen by Morgan’s. She just shut up for the remainder of the drive, thinking to herself. The jeep bounced and rumbled along the narrow path. It wasn't even a road, it was so overgrown with weeds and plants. Driving down it would hide their trail, and allow them some time to rest. But Sarah wasn't going to stop until she was a decent distance away from the road. Sarah sighed, wincing slightly, though hiding it with gritted teeth. The compression bra she was wearing was good, but it wasn't meant for situations when the wearer would get bounced around, like she was now. There were two strings on either side, which shrunk the bra when pulled, and a plastic clip (like those on the strings on a raincoat hood) kept the strings from getting pulled back into the weave of the bra fabric and allowing her breasts more room. With each bump, her breasts bobbed slightly, and the clip would let a little of the string through, the tension on the clip not enough to withstand the jolts and bumps. so as they drove, each bump would seem to make Sarah's breasts grow very slightly, something which probably unnerved Morgan a great deal. its not every day you see a woman's breasts grow visibly. Sarah kept driving, not noticing what was happening, only noting in the back of her mind that she felt a little less cramped now. She hadn't milked herself in two days, and she felt like she was going to explode, and kept her eyes peeled for somewhere where they could stop and set up the two tents she had, so she could drain her breasts and then just sleep for seven hours. She’d been on the go almost constantly since her escape, and needed rest most of all out of all the things she was in need of so far. However, one thing that had been deeply imprinted on her subconscious was the need for one to spend intimate time with, and it was also linked to other parts of her brain, and having her not have or spend time with another person in an intimate situation would result in a sort of mental pain, which, in very extreme and extended removal from such situations, would lead to insanity or severe mental damage. A month alone, at the most. but it had only been a day or three so far, so Sarah was ok for now. "I _could_ read your mind, Sarah, if I wanted to." Morgan’s comment seemed to cheer her up somewhat, and she smiled slightly in amusement. "But you're not my enemy, so I don't." With one hand, she suddenly and absentmindedly rubbed at her neck, as if her tag itched, and then frowned. Holding tight to the side of the jeep with one hand, she reached behind her with the other, then pulled out a small black object, looking at it closely. "What..? It's a BUG!" The young woman shrieked then, and flung it from her, her loud yell and panicked tone not making it clear whether she means a REAL bug or a tracking device. After her initial yelp, she calmed, taking in her breath in huge, gasping gulps. "They were trying to track me," she explained when her calm had returned. It was then that she began to notice. With a gulp, she tried to avert her eyes, and after a few suddenly diverted glances, gave up and closed her eyes, concentrating on looking within. Far behind them, now, the groups roared in their all-terrain jeeps, ever searching and not finding. The ones after her new companion had managed to get themselves thoroughly lost, and the ones after her were nearly, thanks to said companion's driving, out of her current sensing range. Checking on all of this took her almost a minute, and when she resurfaced into the physical world, she shook her head blearily, blinking rapidly. Catching something out of the corner of her eye, she pointed towards a clearing that they had nearly passed, mostly hidden as it was. "There, Sarah! Go there." Sarah slammed on the brakes, yanked the T-shifter into reverse, and fishtailed the back of the jeep around so they face the clearing, shoved the shifter into drive, and floored it, the added bouncing and jostling not helping her bra stay the same size at all. She skidded to a stop in the clearing, climbed out, and stretched, her breasts more like basketballs now, but she doesn't really notice. "Ahhh.. nice to be able to stretch. sorry about the driving, Morgan. " Her knuckles, clutching the dash, were a striking white, and slowly Morgan opened her eyes, talking in a faint voice. "That's all right.. I've lived through worse. Now that you've stopped the car, can you please ask the world to stop moving around me?" Unbuckling, she shook her head, laughing some to show her words a tease in her own direction. Strands of hair flew loose from her tight bun, and she brushed at them, sliding out of the car and only then looking at Sarah. Blue eyes bugged and fair cheeks went red before she did a sudden about face, trying to control her reaction to the sight. Fiercely, she told her senses to instead concentrate on her surroundings, and not the woman behind her. "This.. ah.. looks like a n..nice place to camp.." Angels and Warriors Sarah smiled, and quickly set up camp for them, two tents side by side, and then hid the jeep in the shrubbery. "Morgan... can you point out where the ones after me are?" She had her shades on, the lenses lit up very slightly. She had her pistol on her belt, her tech boots and gloves were on, and her backpack as well, her rocket launcher tube dangling from one side of the backpack. "I need to get more rockets and ammunition, and they're the ones who will have more of that stuff. Besides, supplies and food are good too." Meanwhile... "What do you mean you can’t find her?! There’s no way she can hide, much less go out in society with her body! She'd be spotted instantly!" Setar was in a total rage. Not only had his troops gotten hopelessly lost, but were separated, following each other's trails. "Sir, our last report showed she had managed to make herself presentable in society, and had even managed to suppress most of the base urges that were programmed into her mentality. However, she cannot hide forever, and will need food, as well as companionship. She cannot survive alone." A young technician ran in. "Sir! We’ve found her! The emergency GPS locator in the jeep was damaged, and is only putting out half the signal, but it’s her! We can send the troops after her now." Elsewhere... "Miss, the subject has hooked up with another runaway, but the details about this other person are unknown. The psionic tracker is finished, but there’s a problem. It causes a bit of feedback onto the radios. Nothing serious, but we just have to tell the troops not to worry about it. With the tracker, we can follow the subjects brainwaves straight to her location." "Excellent. Send the tracker to the units out on search, and give it to them. The sooner we contact the angel, the better." "Miss, do you think she knows what she is?" Silence reigned supreme for a few moments, then: "I hope she doesn’t. If she does find out too soon, we may be too late to save her. Area 53 "Sir, the two escaped subjects have found each other, and are working together. We can send a contingent after them, and they will be ours. Shall I send memos to Setar and Temeras so as to gain control of their facilities” Yes. Soon we shall have their resources at our disposal, and use their facilities to produce the perfect warrior. The rest of the world shall fall beneath the might of what I shall make.” He chuckled to himself and leaned back, dreaming of a world all his own. Psionics Labs, Area 54 “Dr. Temeras! The troops located the bug, but apparently it had fallen off or was removed. We believe the escaped subject is with another person, the details aren’t known about her yet. Shall I have the troops fan out to find them?” “By all means! We need that girl back if this project shall come to fruition. If I don’t show results, we get no funding, and we’re done for. GET HER BACK!!” South of the clearing.... Sarah crawled thru the underbrush, slowly approaching the troops that had attempted to track her and Morgan. She’d left after adjusting her bra so she could walk without worry and be able to crawl without too much discomfort. She had managed to grab a few bags of provisions and a larger bag to store them in. She'd dumped the contents of her old bag into the large military frame pack and the left hers dangling from the side. She loaded all the food into the pack she could fit into it, and left the seven rockets and the tube dangling from the frame. She scrounged all the ammunition she could carry and was leaving, when she got an idea. She had grabbed a block of plastic explosive at one point, smiling slightly as she thought of ways in which she could use this particular piece of military tech to reduce Setar to a very, very dead memory. She rigged a ten second fuse to it, wrapped the whole thing in a metal case, pushed the timer button, and hurled the makeshift grenade into the center of the compound, and ran as fast as she could. Ten seconds later, an explosion and numerous screams were heard, and she smiled, walking back to the encampment she shared with Morgan, feeling happy. One small shot for her, one big-ass setback for the opposition. Back within the camp, Morgan had already curled up in one of the tents, and was fast asleep. Soft breathing could be heard from within the small structure, and set just outside was her old blue sneakers, socks neatly tucked within. As soon as Sarah entered the clearing, coming within ten feet of Morgan, waves of hunger hit her, along with faint images that tickled the back of her mind. A fleeting image of Sarah from before, seen from Morgan’s view, along with the quick turn of her head as Sarah stretched and got out of the jeep. What appeared to be a memory of being locked away in a sterile room, asked to determine the identity of persons on the other side of a blank wall, being poked at and prodded with needles. Of being shot at, twice, and nearly injured. Of being allowed to go back home, just one more day, on the condition that she would tell no one... and escaping. Taking a shower, and a small bag of things most dear, and running, running for her life and her sanity and all her ideals. The images continued, becoming stronger, and Morgan was running blindly through a forest, shots ringing out behind her and the thoughts of others battering her mind relentlessly. She ran faster, faster, until she stumbled and fell. When she stood there was someone behind her - a man with a gun. Confronted by the raised gun, she cried out, and there was an identical cry, an echo to the vision that played itself out in Sarah’s mind, inflicted upon her ears. Within the vision, the man fired, and Morgan raised her arms against it, unable to get up and run once more. It ended abruptly, before the bullet reached her, cut off as like a kite from string. Freed from the images, quiet sounds reached Sarah’s ears, from within Morgan’s tent. A gasp as she woke from her sleep, rustling as she moved, and one of the most heart-breaking sounds of all - the sound of the young girl sobbing softly, trying not to let anyone hear. *** “Can you tell me her name again, please?” The reporter’s voice was soothing, deep, a comfort to the grief-stricken mother - or so it seemed to viewers. “Her name is Morgan Roeske. Please, please! If there’s anyone out there... that... that..” the woman seemed about to break down, but slowly gained control of herself. “..knows anything about where she is, tell the police and get her back to us! We miss her.. so.. much..” She did break down, then, sobbing openly, and the T.V. reporter patted her gently on the back, thankful for his hands-free mike, clipped to his collar. After a moment, he looked up to the audience, gaze quite sorrowful. “The police are asking viewers to keep an eye out for the missing teen. She’s 5’5’’, slender, with blue eyes and long blonde hair. Police are also asking that anyone who locates her take her into custody as gently as possible, but still to do so; she’s said to have been taking medicine for serious depression, and coming off of that so suddenly could leave her reckless and ready to fight back against rescuers. If you have any information about Morgan, please call the number on the screen as soon as possible.” The camera focused in on the woman who continued to cry inconsolably, then faded out, replaced by another news report. The small television shut off, prompted by a remote in a small, dark hand. A woman of African origins sat behind an oak desk, placing the remote down and folding her hands slowly. Her hard brown gaze moved from the television on the corner of her desk to the young scientist that sat in the rickety chair in front of her desk. “Morgan Roeske is the name of the girl that was the main focus of your project.” It was not a question, only a statement, and, not knowing what to say, the man nodded his head, looking even more awkward than his age of just a few years past his teens. A silence fell, and the woman behind her desk let it, allowing it to maintain its hold for a few moments to increase the nervousness of the man before her. When she spoke again, her tone was casual, on another topic, or so it seemed. “The acting was good. The excuses were good. But she should not have been allowed to escape.” Gulping, he looked up, failing to meet her angry gaze without flinching. “We.. ah.. know.. Rest assured that after she’s recovered, it won’t happen again.” “..and when will she be returned, hm?” “A-any minute now.” “I see..” Another pause, another moment of uncomfortable fidgeting for the man who sat on the wrong side of the desk. “You of this project understand, don’t you, that I am one of the main contributors to this project? Oh.. no.. I’m sorry, your other contributor gave up, didn’t they?” Her teeth were white as she grinned, a bright white in a grin that only served to make her target fidget more.. as the remark and the expression combined were intended to. “So I am the sole contributor to this project, and I will thereby not tolerate any delays of this sort. Time is money, and I don’t like my money being wasted. If she is not recovered within a reasonable amount of time, then I will retrieve her myself and employ another group for her study. Am I perfectly clear on this?” “P-p-perfectly,” he stuttered. “Good;” the dismissal was obvious, and her voice was smooth. Taking the dismissal like a free ticket out of hell, the scientist stood quickly and fled the office, returning to his preferred domain. He quickly ran out of the corporate building, the sign on the side of said building read “Logic Technologies- the best thing for the human mind!” Temeras wasn't so sure. he’d been nervous all his life, but the woman upstairs had reduced him to the nervous wreck he was now, she had done so from the moment she started handing his project funding when the feds backed out, believing that it was a dead end. He had all sorts of great ideas for how this ability could be used, but he realized that Morgan was human, and had flinched every time the scientists on Raicha’s payroll has forced Morgan thru another barrage of tests that only drew her closer to insanity. He'd promised Morgan her freedom, had told her that they would do one more day and then he would take her home, against Raicha’s orders. Morgan had showed ingenuity and had escaped. When he saw what she was doing and realized she was planning an escape, he simply kept quiet and had let her go. the others hadn't seen what was coming, and so were not prepared when they walked into her room-more like a prison cell with a hospital motif-and saw the room a mess, and Morgan gone. he hadn't known what had happened after that, but had simply thought a long good luck to her as loud as he could and hoped she had heard him while leaving. When Dren-the chief of the security forces under Raisha’s command-had gone out after her, he had again thought a loud warning to her, but he knew that she was too far away for her to hear him. still, he hoped she might have heard it. Now he knew she was alive. He’d heard rumors of another government experiment runaway. Perhaps they would meet up. He knew there was SOMETHING about Morgan, something in her body almost...inhuman, though whatever it was, it was benevolent, he was sure. The girl’s demeanor told him that much. He quickly gathered the scientists who still backed him up together, along with the lab security forces who still preferred the slightly insane scientist as a boss to the total power freak who lived in the Logic Technologies building. With all of the people he could trust there, he laid out his idea, and began to plan. Logic Technologies building Raisha watched Temeras drive away and smiled. He had been so easy to grasp and control. He’d been a nervous and excitable, and a total idealist (she hadn’t liked any of that) but he was brilliant and weak minded. and he needed money most of all, and so she had him under her heel, and knew he could do nothing. Still, the fact that that GIRL had escaped without his knowing was unforgivable. he’d have to do some real groveling and take that girl apart piece by piece until they knew what they needed. then she would be able to knock the computer market upside down with her brainchild project- a computer that could think and react like the human mind. fast, powerful, adaptable. after all it was just a child. There were millions of starving ones out there, they could always send a replacement home to Morgan’s REAL parents, who had only gotten a glimpse of their baby before it was whisked away and not seen again. Somewhere “Miss, our tracking team has located the Angel girl. They have not made contact yet, we thought it would be wise to wait until nightfall to do so.” “Excellent. You know of these matters better than I. Do as you see fit. But do not scare the girl away, and DO NOT let her come to harm.” “As you wish, miss.” The clearing Sarah had opened two MRE’s and had heated the small meals over the campfire. She’d managed to make the military issue army food somewhat edible, and smiled to herself as she got up and walked over to Morgan’s tent, from within which a few muffled sobs could be heard, as well as the growl from someone’s stomach. “Morgan. come on out, dinner’s ready.” Morgan emerged from the tent, furiously wiping the tears from her eyes, in a vain effort to conceal the fact that she had been crying. “Hey, its ok, were here, were safe and I'm not letting anyone get you, ok? Now come on, sit down and eat, kiddo.” Sarah smiled, and sat down, making a face as she bit into what was supposedly a ham and cheese dish of some kind, but what looked and tasted like something... not as good. She sat down by the fire as Sarah offered her some dinner. She took it and forced a smile; she was grateful, just not in the best of moods. She sat in silence, her hands making deft movements to bring the fork to her mouth, not always with food on it. She was not concentrating on her meal. Instead she watched the flames dance around as her mind was in turmoil. She didn’t want to go back. She would rather die than go back. She then thought about Sarah. So many questions filled her mind. 'Why would they take a human being and make them just for doing... doing that??' and just the thought of it made her blush again, 'How could someone live their life like that with no other purpose?’ But another part of her knew that Sarah had wanted a different life. ‘Someone would only run away if they didn’t like something.' She paid more conscious attention to her food and finally made progress. She just wanted to go to sleep and have peaceful dreams, but feared that would never happen. She sighed, finished off the rest of her dinner and smiled softly at Sarah who had finished a while ago. Sarah had her energy pistol by her side, and ate one-handed, using her other arm to prop herself up, the pistol conveniently close to the hand holding her up. Morgan sat beside her, taking some food of her own and eating it without seeing it or tasting it. A twig snapped in the underbrush and Sarah flinched, putting her plate down slowly and getting up. She held a finger to her lips, picked up the pistol, and walked off into the woods, pistol in hand. Morgan froze where she sat, putting down her dinner, and waited. A few moments later, a startled yell was heard, and then Sarah’s voice echoed out of the trees, sounding peeved. She walked back into the clearing, with a man in tow-literally. She had one hand on the back of his collar and was taking advantage of her height, holding him up on his toes. He wasn’t wearing a military uniform or anything, but he looked at Morgan and said something before Sarah hit him once to shut him up. “Are you Mor-OOOFF!” the last bit was Sarah’s fist connecting with the man’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Area 54 Temeras put his plan into action. a few security guards, loyal to him, would go out to where Morgan had last been reported by Raisha’s scouts. they had packs of food and a spare jeep for the young girl, as well as supplies: a few first aid kits, tents, a couple of sleeping bags, and one new toy they had worked on: a psionic shield. it was a small collar that, when worn, would keep the users thoughts and feeling to themselves. So she could sleep without having her dreams messed with by others. He had also been working on a psionic tracker, the shield would prevent that from finding her as well. he left a note in the pack with the collar, telling of the tracker and how immensely simple it was, and that someone else might have one, so she should wear the collar so that she could sense others, but they not sense her. The guards took off and would be at Morgan’s location in a few minutes. he only hoped his men would get there before Raisha’s did. Area 51 “WHAT?!” “The encampment was mostly destroyed, sir. We have a few troops and weapons left.” “She has to be nearby! Find her! Use infrared goggles, she’ll show up like a signal flare! FIND HER!!” The clearing Things started happening. Sarah still had her green shades on, and luckily was looking in the right direction, at the right time, with the glasses in scan mode. Four or five troops, from Roswell Labs, were huddled together a few meters away from the clearing. Worse, they could see the clearing-and the campfire. Her eyes widened she suddenly realized they weren’t huddling from the cold, they were kneeling, and a soldier who kneels does so for only one reason: To steady his aim while firing a large weapon. Like an Antitank rocket. “MORGAN! GET DOWN!” She threw the man to one side and tackled Morgan to the ground, accidentally ending up with Morgan’s face pressed against Sarah’s breasts, due to her height. A rocket whizzed over her head and hit the jeep, and in a small explosion and a shower of sparks flame, and smoke, the jeep, and the food, and first aid kit were obliterated. The weaponry was still off to one side in the clearing, and she scuttled over to her backpack, picked up the rocket launcher, aimed, and fired. The rocket flew forwards and covered the return distance in no time, the heat-seeking warhead hitting home and reducing the small group of Roswell Labs soldiers to a fine red smear on the landscape. But they were trapped. The jeep was gone. The food was gone. The medkit was gone. They had tents, but those had been shredded into cheesecloth by the jeep exploding. And she could take out a whole contingent of soldiers on her own, not even with all of the ammo she had scrounged from their camp earlier. Headlights crested the small hill that led to the clearing, then a second pair, and both pulled up next to the clearing. A group of guards walked out, wearing the uniforms from area 54. Sarah grabbed her pistol and leveled it at them. “Not one step closer until I know who you are.” Sprawled where Sarah had tackled her to the ground, Morgan sat up slowly, shaking her head. Her hair tumbled, suddenly, from the bun at the back of her head, falling in a spiral down her back, broken hair tie falling to the dirt. The ground had been harder than expected, and she’d knocked her head against it in the wrong sort of way, a tiny trickle of red tracing down from her brow. “You’re hurt, miss!” One of the younger soldiers exclaimed in surprise, and turned; digging through the pack he carried. Coming up with a medkit, he approached her, and though wary, Morgan let him. The thoughts that emanated from the group said that they meant no harm, and when Sarah raised her pistol higher, Morgan shook her head. “Why have you come?” she asked as he opened the medkit, tending to the tiny wound on her forehead. The question prompted a flood of thoughts from not only him, but the rest of the soldiers in her group as she had intended. Whether or not one intends to say the answer to a question does not matter - when it is asked, one thinks the answer, and Morgan knew this quite well. The answer to this particular question was that they had been sent, sent to help her. With food, a jeep (even though she couldn’t drive - this almost made her giggle at the absurdness of it), medkit... and something else.