Guarding the Perfect Gene: A Battle Beneath Silence

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“What the…?” he whispered as everyone ran past the broken steel door. I never mentioned the perfect gene to the president for a reason. Not even America could keep their hands from Charlie as a weapon. My silence was his protection. Otherwise, he would never have a normal life and Evelyn would never truly be happy. They deserved their little farm in Wickerton and I was hell bent on giving that to them.
I yanked his uniform and pulled him down to my eyes. “You keep what you see in here to yourself. Do you understand?” He looked at me with crazy eyes. “I like you RIPPER. You’re my brother but if you mention anything you see here to the government, I’ll kill you in a horrible way.” He answered in his one word sentences.
“Yep.”
“I don’t think
You see things. Things no one else needs to be aware about. I understand.” RIPPER came from New Australia. He was an astounding pilot but before he joined the Navy Air Squadron, he was a Marine. He would’ve received a lot of crap from the other guys for his previous selection in military branches, but he was a mammoth and could literally kill a dude with his bare hands, so he was saved from ridicule. The difference between him and the other guys was he had seen some action. Stationed just south of the Russian States of Soviet Heritage’s southern border. He never spoke of it. CHEETAH told me all the rumors. How his entire squad was basically dead and he managed to pick each of them up and carry them to safety. By himself and under heavy fire. He was a real hero. The only military hero I had met in the allied coalition. And the only one who would understand down here.
RIPPER and I ran after the group through a long white hall leading to another. Charlie took a left and kept running. The perfect gene could sense their soul mate if they were close. He didn’t even hesitate so he had caught on to a feeling. We were close and my stomach was nervous. More nervous than when I snuck into the janitor’s closet and lured Evelyn in the first time we met. And I wanted to barf then, I was so nervous. But this time, I didn’t know how she’d

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