Nigel, Jet, and Melissa sat in the back of the stretch limo.

“I’ve never been in a car as nice as this before,” Jet said.

This car is like the one Natasha picked me up when I was just an intern. All those years ago. That weekend of testing helped shape me into the man I am today.

Nigel closed his eyes as the thought of his murdered friend surfaced. He had buried it deep within him.

“What’s wrong, Nige?” Jet asked.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

Melissa looked at her watch and said, “It’s past midnight, and we all need rest, so let’s plan on meeting at the hotel restaurant at 8:30 for breakfast.”

“That sounds good to me, the later the better,” Jet said.

“How well do you know Dr. Brody?” Nigel asked.

Melissa seemed surprised at the sudden change of subject.

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“Not well,” she answered, “but he is highly regarded in the genetic engineering community.”

“He’s also wanted by Interpol,” Nigel said.

“What?” Melissa said, confused.

“I did a background check, so I could check his credentials when I received an Interpol warning. Nigel positioned his laptop so both Jet and Melissa could see it.

Wanted:

Nicolai Brody

Genetic Engineer

Wanted for eight counts of unauthorized genetic modification, three counts of sexual assault, and one count of bribery.

Melissa was glued to the screen.

“That bastard—how did he? I’ll have some serious questions for Jensen, my chief of staff, tomorrow, he vetted him. I will put a stop to Dr. Brody’s involvement,” Melissa said.

“I don’t think it’s wise to let him know we are on to him. We don’t have the necessary expertise in genetics to replace him,” Nigel said.

“He looked very pleased to see the cyborg with no clothes on too,” Jet said.

Nigel remembered seeing Treeka naked, and silently admitted he hadn’t been immune to its effects.

I can only imagine what Brody has in store for her.

Nigel shook off the thought. Jet snuggled against him. He closed his laptop then, just before closing his eyes.

Sometime later, Nigel awoke as one of the limo doors opened. He shook Jet until her eyes opened and met his. She gave him that special smile that always seemed to make his heart flutter.

“We’ve arrived. Please exit the curbed side of the vehicle,” the driver said.

Nigel looked around. “Where’s Melissa?”

“She retired for the evening. I suggest you do as well.

“Come on, Jet, let’s put you to bed,” Nigel said as he coaxed her out of the vehicle.