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.


63. Chapter Sixty-Two

I slept well and woke early with no memory of any dreams. Sitting up, it was easy to see that Nike hadn’t come back during the night. Her covers were still tangled in the way they’d been before I’d gone to sleep.


She made an appearance at five on the dot, as we made our way back from the showers. She lugged big shopping bag with her. There was a bounce in her step and a shine in her eyes. She was excited.


“Where have you been all day?”


“That would be none of your business, my lovely.” She flopped down onto her bed and upended the bag. “Here.”


She tossed me a pair of pants the same as hers and a pair of black boots. Turning them over, it was a relief for me to see that they were sans heel. I really didn’t think I could handle any like hers.


“What’s this for?” I asked.


“You needed something better than those.” She nodded to the pile of clothes on the floor at my feet. “At least these will give some semblance of protection.”


She had a point. The leather would do much better than the thin fabric of what we already had. She pulled another set, identical to the ones I was holding, and tossed them to Mouse. “You probably won’t need them, but I figured they’d come in handy some other time.”


The men stirred below so we promptly wiggled our way into the pants and tugged the boots on over the top. She’d bought us new shirts, too, black and fitted with sleeves that reached just below our elbows.


Apart from specific weapons, this was probably the only difference between Nike and us—she settled on a black tank top, exposing her arms. I tied my hair into a tight bun low on my head, to keep it out of the way and to remove it as a potential hand-hold for our opponents.


Iona woke up, too. She didn’t talk to us, not even lifting her eyes to look at us in the moments between getting out of bed and shuffling from the room with a large rectangle case.


We donned our tactical vests, but instead of blades we favored fire power. We were only after humans today. I strapped my SIGs to the outside of each thigh, and a third gun sat in an ankle holster. I left my shoulder holster behind because it would be more comfortable without it while carrying the assault rifle.


Each weapon held a full magazine and my vest held four extras for the rifle. We were carrying a hell of a lot of fire power. I tucked a folding black tactical blade into the vest and I was ready to go.

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