New Species series
Jessie watched Justice North from the far corner of the room and bit her lip. She
really wanted to work up the nerve to approach him. He’d been on the news often but
he appeared even taller and better-looking in person.
Not too many people intimidated her but the man who had been appointed the
leader of the New Species Organization by his own people was one of those rare few.
She respected strength and courage, something he seemed to have in abundance.
She debated the wisdom of having a conversation with him. Justice gave orders to
her bosses and held the power to change some of the task-force policies that she didn’t
agree with. The chance of finding another opportunity to have a chat with him was slim
to none. She wasn’t allowed to attend briefings her team leader held with the tall
Species leader. Her opinion was irrelevant to him but the issues were important.
She hesitated, considering the ramifications. Tim Oberto would haul her ass into his
office if he found out she’d gone over his head. He’d be his normal loud self and tear
her to verbal shreds.
Her gaze swept the room, studying the New Species. They were brave for all they’d
endured, every single one of them a victim of big business screwing them over.
A pharmaceutical company, Mercile Industries, had created genetically altered
humans using animal DNA, had reared them inside secret facilities and forced them to
endure decades of horrendous testing on their tortured bodies. They’d done it to make
money and worse, they’d been funded in part by the government.
My tax dollars, she grimly acknowledged and clenched her teeth over how deeply
that pissed her off. Mercile had pitched proposals to come up with miracle drugs that
would help injured US soldiers heal faster, become physically stronger and enhance
their reflexes. Those idiots in DC had eaten it up and signed the checks to pay for the
research but later denied having knowledge that live test subjects were involved.
She gave them some credit for acting immediately to discover the truth when
rumors surfaced of the illegal practices. Once officials had proof, military and police
forces had worked together to rescue any survivors imprisoned by Mercile Industries.
New Species were created with US tax dollars and born on American soil, which made
The first facility had been raided and the survivors had been rescued—freed.
Locations of three more hellish places were discovered after employees were
interrogated. The teams had hit them hard and fast, rescued more victims and all hell
had broken loose. Hundreds of victims needed to be housed. They’d been placed in
secure locations and the blame game began. The US had given the New Species a newly
built military base, which they turned in to Homeland, a Species-run community to
keep them safe from the outside world. Under pressure from the government, Mercile
Industries was quickly settling claims brought by New Species. With some of that
money they’d bought a second large section of land they named Reservation.
A big body bumped Jessie, drew her from her grim thoughts and she smiled up at
the male. New Species were easily identified by their animallike features. They weren’t
completely human but weren't all genetically altered with the same genes either and
dubbing them with that title spanned all the differences. Some had been mixed with
large-feline DNA, some with canine and some with primate.
“Sorry,” he grumbled as she peered into a pretty set of catlike eyes.
Feline, she silently identified his mixed species. “No problem.”
He moved on and she sighed in disappointment. Not many of them wanted to talk
to humans. She couldn’t blame them after all they’d been through. Mercile Industries
had labeled each one with a number and called them experimental prototypes. The staff
had treated the children as if they were subhuman, lab rats, without souls. They’d led
cold, harsh lives, only leaving their cells for training or testing.
The new race they’d created wasn’t docile as Mercile had projected in their grand
scheme. Some of the growing Species rebelled and killed the humans who had spent
years harming and torturing them. Instead of lab rats, the company had hundreds of
angry, bitter, really strong prisoners who’d had enough of their shit. That fact made
Jessie smile. Good for them. I hope they took out a bunch of those bastards.
Mercile decided to see if they could produce children from the males and females. It
was a faster process for a female to give birth to another altered child than it was to
spend millions of dollars to replicate the procedure that created them. Mercile had
wanted to be rid of the originals, start over and learn from their mistakes. Their
attempts to breed the unfortunate victims were unsuccessful. The males and females
were unable to procreate.
That’s when Mercile started selling the other experiments they'd created. Jessie felt
rage thinking about the Gift Females the drug company used to lure in more investors.
They purposely made smaller females with nonaggressive-animal DNA and used drugs
to control their growth rate to make certain the females never reached over five foot
four. The board members of Mercile Industries and all the rich contributors to the secret projects were given Gift Females when enough money exchanged hands. Jessie
wondered if that was why the original scientist walked out on Mercile. The doctor who
had designed the New Species had destroyed her research and disappeared, taking the
knowledge with her. It was bad enough they’d created people as test subjects but to
hand them over to sadistic perverts seemed a hundred times worse.
Gift Females were sold into sexual slavery. They'd been locked up, hidden away
and grossly abused. Those were the females that Jessie helped recover and the ones that
kept her up at night, unable to sleep.
She pulled her thoughts back to the present and stared at Justice North across the