Disclamer: I don't own any of James Patterson's ideas though I love his mind, characters and everything that allows him to write great stories. The character Aires is mine but the situation he is in is based around the events of the MR books so don't rip off his work or he'll send people round to your house. Bad people.
Background: I've been writing stories for about 7 years (I'm only 15 :P) and I'm writing my own book so I though this would be a chance to stretch my literate muscles and get some feedback on my work. So please please please leave a comment of what you think of my first published fanfic.
The Flight of Aires
Chapter 1
Loyalty
From across the desk, Marrian Janssen looked hard at the two geneticists she had selected for this assignment. They were a married couple and were perfect for the job at hand. Motivation was also there, sources had brought to her attention that the husband in this relationship was infertile.
"I understand it that the both of you had volunteered for this assignment." The two of them nodded, no words. "This is not as simple as it seems on paper, there may be....morel implications to your duty. And might I point out that you are doing this for the good of the company, not your desire to have a child. Do I make myself clear?" Two more nods. The Director sighed and looked over the two profiles on the desk in front of her.
Angela King. Has been with the Avian Genetics program for 11 years working beneath Dr ter Borcht. Met husband Derrick on the job and soon married. Donated material to aid the creation of one of the 6 proposed Avian-Human hybrids but failed at screening, both rendered infertile due to unknown reasons. Were put forward for this assignment by Dr ter Borcht. Labeled as extremely useful to the company.
The Director looked at Angela with something similar to recognition. She was a self made woman from poor beginnings, much like herself, her father a drunk and mother died not long after her tenth birthday. She sailed through school with some of the best qualifications in the United Kingdom, attended Cambridge and walked away with a PhD and a wide array of masters. She was recruited straight into Itexicon's genetics program and has been involved in several breakthroughs of the twenty first century. Her husband however was something of a gray man, ever present in the lab but of no real importance, out of the two of them Angela was the shining star.
"Very well, this is your assignment, The Aires Project" Janssen passed over a laminated file, the word AIRES punched into the plastic. The Kings began to look through the array of formula for the serum and what took up a large portion of their time was the test subject. The selected subject had been abandoned at one of the countries many maternity wards, barely a few hours old, it had been a simple matter to persuade the doctors to produce a premature death certificate and dig a fake grave. "We are looking at how DNA might be integrated into normal humans, your job will be to act as surrogates to the child, give it a normal life and when the time comes we will collect the information that the test has produced."
"When will we begin?" The Director let the smallest of smiles pass her lips as Mrs King displayed a mirror of what Marrian Janssen was a few years ago.
"He is waiting for you downstairs." The Kings stood and exchanged quick nods with their boss. "But let me make this clear. This is not your child, this child is the property of Itex and will remain as such until he is retired. When we tell you it is time to let go of him you will do so without question. I'm afraid that any deviation on your part will result in unfortunate outcomes." Derrick looked like he might open his mouth but a quick glance from his wife informed him otherwise.
"Thank you Miss Janssen, we'll be in touch." Angela King turned and left the office as fast as her icy demeanor would allow her. But beneath the cold businesswoman lay the morel and political turmoil of an adoptive mother to be. When the time came, and it would, her work in the lab had assured it, would she be ready to let go of her only chance to be a mother. Even as she stepped into the back of the taxi that would lead her to her new life, her new son in the crook of her arm snoozing, she couldn't answer that question.