The Sphinx Project

Not many people can say their entire existence has been one big lab experiment: poked and prodded by scientists, genetically modified to be the best and endure the worst, subjected to daily tests and trials that would kill a normal human. All Michaela wants is her own life, to be able to go to school, flirt with boys, maybe eat ice cream now and then. So when the chance to escape finally comes, Michaela and her sister grab it, taking their friends with them. But they weren’t the only ones to find their way out of those labs. Following close behind are another breed of creature, one that doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, who exist only to feed their own hunger. The appearance of a strange boy who seems too much like them to be a coincidence makes things even more confusing. But as the world begins to literally fall apart around them, Michaela must accept his help, especially when she could lose the very thing she holds dearest: her sister.


61. Chapter Sixty

We arrived back at the warehouse to find it in a flurry of activity. Everyone was awake and there were even more men milling about than when we’d left. I wondered how many would be here by the time we were actually going to leave.


We climbed the stairs with our purchases, pausing at the closed door to our room. I could hear two raised heartbeats and some strange noises… kissing noises. I knocked hesitantly before pushing the door open.


Mouse and Jake were in the process of pushing away from each other as we walked in. I said nothing, simply raising an eyebrow, but Nike actually laughed.


“Here.” I tossed the bookshop bag to Jake as he tried to straighten his glasses.


Mouse glared at me while she smoothed the fabric of her shirt. “Oh, relax. I didn’t say anything.”


I flopped down on my stomach, pulled four spoons from the paper bag in my hands and tipped the contents onto the floor.


“Ben and Jerry.” I sighed, popped the lid off and peeled back the foil. “The two men who know exactly how to make me happy.”


“Is that your breakfast?” Mouse asked sternly.


“Yep, the joys of being all growed up and adult-like,” I said in a little kid’s voice.


She shook her head before dropping down beside me and scooping a large spoonful into her mouth.


“You want some?” I offered the tub to the other two.


Jake shook his head, distracted by the blurb on the back of the book, but Nike plopped down next to us.


“Is this a genetically advanced female thing?” Jake asked, not lifting his eyes from the book.


“What?” Mouse cringed, pressing her palm against her forehead and rolling onto her back. “Stupid brain freeze!”


“Being obsessed with ice cream,” Jake answered.


“Oh, no. Of course not,” Nike answered cheerfully. “Ice cream is a female thing in general.”


Jake turned to the first page of the book and his eyes raced across the page. Nike and Mouse talked about some sort of processor. Scooping the last of the ice cream into my mouth, I tried to ready myself for what I was about to do.

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