Edric radioed over the walkie headset. Ludovic stretched his legs in his chair as he watched Dakota in her coma. He brushed the red locks from her face and kissed the sleeping beauty before leaving the room. How the hell did I get messed up in this crap? Ludovic walked down the flights of stairs to the main floor of the breeding facility. Rows upon rows of women strung up in hammock nets hummed in tune with the electronic equipment maintaining their life essence. Everywhere, tubes going in, tubes going out. Babies growing. Women in labor. Normally, Edric had calculated the timed births down to a science, but occasionally his calculations were off on the dosages. That’s when the breeders woke up and realized where they were. Echoes of the terrified screams always haunted Ludovic. Thousands of babies had been born at this selective breeding den in Orlando. It was convenient to the airports and easy for The Priestess to take the children via private transport to South America to begin their specialized under the Queen’s guard.
