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         A fraction in the change of the gearbox of one of this vehicles could end the general's life, or the next one could kill an entire group of soldiers before they arrived on scene to kill whoever they were sent to kill. Jack's grubby fingers pulled back the bolt from the grubby tire, wiping it with grease and kicking the ground to push himself out from under the military jeep.

Jack wouldn't do that though, not because he'd get found out, he was no coward, but because he needed to find his son and they were all part of the game. Each soldier could have information, or be his son. General Gray and Bulheimer might even know about his plan, but he'd deal with them when the time came.

The worker grabbed a wrench out of a nearby red toolbox and started to work on tightening the wheel.

         

Anina Nell

Anina laughed, "I always have been chided for being to vocal."

The girl got up, dusting her clothes off. "Well, can't have the only decent man I've ever met starve. What style of food would you like? Asian, Mexican, Indian, American, Western, ...Uh... Maybe I should just ask what you'd like."

         

Kaelen Winters

Kaelen sighed and gestured for them to sit down and relax,offering another kind smile and leaning forward in his own seat. The soldier ruffled his hair awkwardly and thought for a moment before speaking again.

"I know you can,I just want you to have free-will,You are...beautiful,breath-takingly so. I just don't want to force you into doing something YOU don't wish to. In this house you may ignore the system,everything they've brain-washed into you means nothing here. All that counts is what you want,and what I want. For example,I want you to have free-will. What do you want?,Do you want freedom or slavery?" He asked,feeling bad for putting the pressure on this girl. He had to learn how to talk to women better,but it was hard when you had to be so...ruthless,outside of your home.

"I know you must be terrified,and I don't want to put the pressure on you or anything,but,I am not a fan of all this,Outside of this home I am known for my ruthlessness and cold-hearted nature,I've...done things,Thing's I wish I didn't have to,but it's all to keep you and...eventually,if you decide to go through with this. Our children. Safe and happy." He said,awkwardly leaning back in his chair once more and awaiting their reaction.

         Auditorium 0900 hrs

Emmett kept a good grip on his newly acquired mate. He felt awkward about this. It was his first mate and he didn't feel entirely comfortable with it all but he knew what he had to do. He had to get her into his home and avoid any contact with others. Act cold and calculating outside. Inside relax. That was it.

"I'd shut your mouth if I were you." Emmett warned in a hushed tone.

It may have sounded like he'd be threatening to do something, but in reality it was to try and stop her for getting into trouble. He saw General Grey look their way as they moved to the back room to be processed. That wasn't good. Even as a soldier he knew what she was like with the slaves. She was vile. She was someone to be feared despite being a woman.

"Just be quiet and move." Emmett muttered quietly.

         "Provisions will have to be made to account for the division of care," Scarlett noted. She had already heard these proposals, been there when the Commander was musing over their specifics. She had raised some points then, but of course now had to formalise them by opening the discussion to the other advisors. It was moderately irritating - she was, of course, the advisor relating to the slaves. The others here lacked her expertise on this matter, and would doubtless only muddy these changes with unnecessary additions or concerns. "All the genetic quality in the world will not produce a good soldier if their upbringing is poor, which it will be if each mate receives many children and the fathers are not involved in their care. We should draft slaves of lesser genetic quality or those that have been castrated to aid the mates in these new arrangements with caring for their children." She went on. "There is little loss in pulling them from the pool of potential mates due to their poor genetics, and we will produce more reliably valuable children if they receive adequate nurture."

The steely woman steepled her fingers. "As for the proposal for importing and exporting children, I support it wholeheartedly. To my knowledge the computing teams have been struggling with ensuring their algorithms prevent inbreeding. This will solve that problem neatly."

The General glanced across to the Commander. "That is all I have to add at this time, Commander. If I may, I would like to personally oversee the mating assignments in the Auditorium. I have discussed my report with you already. Unless there is anything more you require of me..?"