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About a year later…

"Nothing like a job well done, huh, 511?" 121 said as she stretched her legs out as she and 511 got out of the van that had taken them back to Manticore after their latest mission. She rolled her eyes and added sarcastically under her breath. "Nothing like coming back to home sweet home."

"Yeah, I'm going to miss Jill," 511 said, grinning.

121 slapped 511 across the back of his head. "It just amazes me how big horn dogs you and 494 are."

"Hey, he's not here. Don't jump on his back," 511 said.

"So you're giving me permission to give you grief? Thanks!" 121 said.

"Like you need permission from me for you to give me grief," 511 pointed out.

"Good point," 121 said as they entered the building and headed over to where they had to check back in and be debriefed. "What's the point in asking permission?"

"I'm your superior officer," 511 said.

"Superior in what way?" 121 teased. They saw 494 approaching them from the other end of the hallway and 121 waved. "Hey, 494! We're back." As they approached each other, she noticed that 494 was limping and looked down and saw an air cast on his left foot. "Ouch. What happened to your foot?"

"Training mission a few days ago," he said. "304 was about to be nailed by 263 and I managed to get her out of the way, but I broke my foot in the process. This should come off in two days and it should only be another day or two until I'm back on active duty again."

"That sucks," 511 said. He looked at 494, concerned. "Are you okay, 494? Is something else wrong?"

"I'll tell you after you guys finish with your debriefing," 494 said. He looked at his watch. "How long do you think that it will take?"

121 shrugged. "It shouldn't take too long. Why?"

"Meet me in my cell when you're done," 494 told them. He limped off.

511 and 121 exchanged a look. "Something's got to be very wrong," 511 said.

"Let's just get through the debriefing and find out what it is," 121 said.

The two of them checked in and were debriefed over their completed mission. Sure enough, it didn't take too long and as soon as it was over, they headed straight for 494's cell. 511 knocked on the door. "Hey, buddy, we're here."

"It's unlocked. Come on in," 494 said.

511 opened the door and he and 121 stepped inside and they sat down next to 494 on the bunk. "What's going on here, 494?"

494 took a deep breath. "This isn't good. To tell you guys the truth, I don't know what to think of this, but I have a feeling that you guys won't like it." He glanced at 121. "Or at the very least 121 won't like it."

"Oh?" 121 said.

"Director Renfro had an assembly this morning after breakfast," 494 said. "All of the X3s, X4s, and X5s were there. She told us that it had been decided by her and her superiors that they will begin a breeding program between us and ordinary soldiers."

121's jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me. A breeding program! Why the fuck would they do something like that? We're soldiers, not animals! We might be part animal, but we're still fucking human! Why would they do that?"

"I'm not kidding," 494 said. "And I wish that I knew why. Maybe they want to see how long pregnancy lasts with transgenics. Maybe they just want to see how a child with one transgenic parent would turn out. Maybe they want to see that and they want it done in a controlled situation as opposed to somebody going out on a mission, not using protection, and getting somebody or getting knocked up. I don't know, but it's happening."

"When?" 511 asked.

"The order becomes effective in two nights," 494 said. "All X3s, X4s, and X5s that are on site and not on a mission or indisposed in the infirmary are to report back to their cells by 2015 and then at 2030, the ordinary soldier that has been assigned to them will report to the cell and they are to copulate until lights out at 2300, when the ordinary soldier will be collected and this is to continue until Director Renfro calls a halt to the program or until the female X-series or female ordinary gets pregnant, whichever comes first."

"That's…that's…I can't do it, 494, I can't do this," 121 said. She put her head in her hands.

"We're under orders," 494 reminded her, but his voice was quiet. "I wasn't the one who issued the order, but we still have no choice but to follow it."

"I know that, dipshit! I wasn't engineered yesterday," 121 snapped.

"Calm down, 121," 511 said.

"Calm down? Fuck you, 511. It's easy for you and 494 to stay calm about this load of horseshit. It's no big deal for one of you to wait for some random woman to waltz into your cells and then fuck her until the cows come home. You're teenage males. It's practically hard-wired into your fucking Y chromosomes for you to want to get as much sex as you can and this is nothing that you haven't done a bunch of times while you were out on missions or maybe even with one of the X5 girls, except that this time you won't be using protection. But what about me, huh? I—" 121 started crying and 494 and 511 each put an arm around her.

"What about you, 121?" 494 asked softly.

121 cried for a minute or two before she calmed herself down enough to answer him. "I know that I'm a genetically enhanced soldier. I know that there is so much that is beyond my control and I accept that. I really do accept that." She shook her head. "I'm a virgin. I've never had sex before and I always thought that I would be the one deciding when I was ready. I thought I would keep control over my body as much as I could." She started crying again. "Damnit, you guys, for me, this practically is fucking rape! This is the biggest fucking deal!"

494 and 511 just looked at each other, their eyes wide in horror. "121, I'm so sorry," 511 finally said. "I am so sorry."

"I know you are," 121 said. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I know that both of you guys are sorry. I just…this was the only thing that I had known for sure that I had control over and they're taking it away."

"You've still got tomorrow night," 511 said helpfully.

"How about we have sex tomorrow night?" 494 suggested.

Both 121 and 511 looked at him in surprise. "Are you serious, 494?" 121 said skeptically.

"I'm serious," 494 said. "I want to help you out, 121. I'm trying to offer you some kind of out. I want you to do it on your own terms, like 511 and I did. If you want to, and only if you want to, meet me in my cell tomorrow night after lights out and we'll have sex. I've got protection so that won't be a problem."

121 was quiet as she thought about it. It's one of the most insane ideas that I've ever heard, but it's also one of the best. I'll be damned if I lose control over this! "I'll go with it, 494. I'll sleep with you tomorrow night." She turned to her right and gave 494 a hug. "Thank you so much."

"You're one of my best friends, 121," 494 said. "You name it, I'll do it."

"So you're into kinky then? Good to know," 121 teased.

"There's 121 again," 511 said. "Will you be okay?"

"I don't know," 121 said honestly. "I really don't know. I still hate the idea of this breeding program. What—" She cut herself off and shook her head. "I just don't know, 511. But I'll get through it, somehow."

"Just hang on tight and that ride will be over soon enough," 494 agreed.

511 smirked. "Are we talking about the breeding program or 121 sleeping with you tomorrow night?"

"Jealous?" 121 teased. They laughed and she smiled a little. "Yeah, as long as I've got the two of you, I will get through it." She sighed. "It's going to be one rough ride."

"Definitely," 494 agreed.

TBC

Notes: Thank you so much to Angel of Darkness231 and calistra for their reviews and support!