They were created by Mercile Industries and didn’t have a say when someone messed with their genes. “It’s not their fault what they are, sir. She flexed her fingers, which were almost itching for her gun again, and hated her boss with a passion. Women might as well start going on all fours in front of their dogs and just avoid the NSO completely.” Someone would have to be insane to allow one of those animals to screw them. “Maybe it’s a hormone thing,” her superior muttered, pacing again. Signs of drug use were taught to every agent. “Their pupils appear normal, their speech clear and their movements are fluid,” she explained, resenting that she had to. I’ve watched a few of those women interviewed on television and didn’t spot any indication that they were drugged.” It’s the only reason women would allow those bastards to stick their peckers in them.” I think they drug them and get them addicted to something similar to heroin. The only explanation she could think of was that he’d either kissed some major ass, blackmailed his way to the top or was related to someone important enough to call in some favors. He was rash, too emotional, bordering on nuts in her opinion. She’d wondered how he’d gained the position ever since he’d been transferred to lead her department.
Anyone who was a friend of Mason’s couldn’t be upstanding. She kept her lips sealed, refusing to be baited. “Jerry is a good man but he is afraid of them.” Curiosity tugged at her though, making her wonder where it was located and if the NSO actually ran it. She didn’t pry, not willing to be a party to his breach of conduct. She’d be fired and he’d bring her up on charges if she shared restricted information the way he just had. Her respect for her boss lowered even more. “Unofficially, it’s where they incarcerate anyone who used to work for Mercile Industries.” “I’ll keep digging until I can prove they played a part in the disappearance of Jerry if it’s the last thing I do.” He shot her an angry look. It felt personal to Kat, though, as if her boss knew the guy or had a special interest. The person seemed to have disappeared and her boss believed the NSO was involved. He’d been on a real tear for days after she’d overheard him ordering other agents to track the movements of a man named Jeremiah Boris, otherwise known as Jerry Boris. He often ranted about his paranoid and idiotic theories that New Species were really public enemy number one. She wanted to stick her foot out and trip him every time he passed.
They use their sovereign status to get away with shit. “I’m going to prove these New Species bastards are criminal. She fisted her hands behind her back to resist the urge to target both. It was a tough decision at times between his nuts or his big mouth. It wasn’t a matter of if she wanted to put a bullet in him, it all boiled down to what body part she’d aim for first. Robert Mason, her boss, always made her wish she could just draw her sidearm and shoot the bastard. Katrina Perkins barely contained the anger that simmered inside.