Author's Note: The term 'egg hunt' is a personal analogy as to a buzz-word alluding to the cyborg selection process.

VI

Briskly striding to the Medical Research wing of the compound, Ferro's eyes failed to catch a glimpse of Dr. Ricardo Bianchi. Walking into the wing's foyer, Ferro set her eyes directly on the receptionist's desk.

"Where might I find Dr. Bianchi?" Ferro asked the young receptionist glaringly.

Recognizing the woman in front of her as well as the power and influence she held within the Agency; the receptionist froze in her seat at once.

"Um; I' m not sure ma'am," the receptionist answered in a meek voice. "The Director should be in his office. Let me try to page him."

"You do that."

After a few tense moments, Ferro spied Dr. Gilliani out of the corner of her eye. Making a terse wave to the receptionist, Ferro shifted her piercing gaze to that of Dr. Gilliani.

"Gilliani," Ferro called across the foyer.

"What is…," Dr. Gilliani began as he prepared a sound scolding only to stop short after falling victim to Ferro's icy stare. "M…Miss Milani, how may I help you?"

"I need to have a private counsel with you."

"Of course, w…when shall this counsel take place?"

"I would like it to be immediately."

"I'm very busy at the moment Miss Milani, but I can see you first thing tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning will be too late Doctor. I'm scheduled to leave for an egg hunt at 0600 tomorrow."

"Ah, I see. Well, in that case, step into my office and I will be there shortly."

Little time passes by as Ferro waits in the office of Dr. Gilliani, yet she feels neither impatient nor irritated. Errant time to think is something Ferro now has great joy in partaking. While she waits for the good doctor to walk in, Ferro engages in random imaginative exploits. A knocking on the office door woke Ferro from her inspired state, much to her surprise. Opening the door Ferro finds the young receptionist at her feet.

"Um; Miss Milani," the receptionist squeaks. "Dr. Bianchi is in his office now."

"Thank you," Ferro replies. "Oh, and can you please tell Dr. Gilliani to meet us there?"

"Of course ma'am."


Inside of Dr. Bianchi's office, Ferro arrives just as he finishes listening to her message.

"That's…quite a spirited tone you have there; vice-director," Bianchi said as he deleted the new message.

"Forgive me for my impatience," Ferro replied. "I am a woman and I do not like to be kept waiting."

"Even more so for a woman as occupied as you are."

"Exactly," Ferro said with a smirk.

"So, what is it I can do for you on this fine day?"

"I have inquired Director Lorenzo about procuring a cyborg for myself."

"I never took you as someone in need of a bodyguard or a servant."

"I don't need a bodyguard and I really don't need a servant. What I do need is an assistant who will keep a tight lip about certain things."

"Things like sensitive areas of intelligence."

"…In a matter of speaking."

"I see…"

A moment later, Dr. Gilliani walked into Dr. Bianchi's office.

"I apologize for the delay," Dr. Gilliani said as he took a seat. "Angelica's situation is getting worse, but we can discuss that later."

"Indeed," Dr. Bianchi chimed in. "Ferro has just informed me that she's been selected, so to speak, to be a handler."

"So you're the subject of the egg hunt," Gilliani inquired.

"Yes," Ferro answered. "Yes, I am."

"Do you have a child in mind?" Bianchi asked.

"Not at the moment. In keeping with the balance of this place, I've decided to take a male and be a sorella."

"I see," Bianchi said as the subject suddenly interested him. "That won't be easy, especially in the concern of family names and all."

"I'm aware, which is why this hunt will be a prolonged one. I plan on searching the clinics around the country."

"Inventive," Bianchi commended. "I'm impressed."

"So; why are you here so early in the process," Gilliani asked.

"I'm aware of the…modifications you've been able to perform on the Type-2 generation of cyborgs."

"Ah; I see," Bianchi said before picking up his phone. "Claire, would you please bring two coffees for Dr. Gilliani and I and a tea for Miss Milani…thank you."

Hanging up his phone, Bianchi turned back to Ferro.

"Forgive me," Bianchi said. "I know how you dislike our workman's coffee."

"That is quite alright," Ferro mentioned. "The tea will be fine."

"What kind of modifications were you thinking of?" Gilliani asked.

A moment later, Claire knocked on the door before walking with three mugs in hand.

"Thank you," Bianchi told the assistant as she handed him his coffee first before depositing the mugs in the hands of the other two.

Waiting a moment for Claire to walk out, the three resumed their conversation.

"Actually," Ferro said before taking a sip of her tea. "I was thinking something along the lines of the unconventional."

"In what way," Bianchi asked.

"Since this boy will be a personal assistant of sorts, I want attention paid to hand and finger strength; enhanced hand and finger dexterity would be a desirable trait as well."

"I see," Gilliani piped in. "You want to use your cyborg much in the way that the Director uses his."

"Precisely," Ferro replied. "The Director and I both agreed that the current workload has become strenuous even by our standards and that the security of what we do here is of the utmost importance."

"So you need an able assistant that knows how to keep a secret," Bianchi mentioned. "Not an easy combination to come by, which is possibly why we have such a shortage of able staff."

"Those are my thoughts exactly," Ferro said before taking another sip of tea. "Also there is another matter I'd like to discuss."

"Yes?" Gilliani asked.

"What would you say if I were to ask you about…appendage modification?"

"I would say it is common practice," Gilliani answered.

"And of special attention paid to the groin region?"

Gilliani then stopped his sip in mid-drink and looked at Ferro with a fixed sense of skepticism.

"Ferro," Bianchi said. "Please pardon me if this offends you, but are you trying to say that you want a…modified penis."

Looking at Dr. Bianchi in the eyes, Ferro simply gave him a sultry smile before turning her attention to the tea in her hand.

"Ferro," Bianchi mentioned. "This…this is highly unethical. To even consider such a proposal, I'm going to have to go to the Director with this."

"There's no reason to go to the Director with any of this," Ferro mentioned while still supplying that sly smile of hers. "This is just a simple request for a specific personal need. Besides, if you did go to the Director, I'll deny everything and the hammer will fall on the both of you."

Taking a big drink of his coffee, Gilliani turned to Ferro with a smile of his own.

"So," Gilliani started "Now that we're in the adult entertainment business, let us go ahead and custom tailor this for you. Would you like bumps and ridges or would you like a natural feel? Since I wouldn't dream of asking you what your sizes are down there, I'm going to ballpark this."

"Gilliani," Bianchi said as he half-stood. "That's e…"

Ferro raised her hand stopping Bianchi from executing his authority.

"Yeah, Bianchi; I mean we're conducting business here. Now since the average adult woman is about twenty centimeters in depth, if we aim for that number and a bit more it should fit you like a glove."

Taking another drink of coffee, Gilliani subtly shook his head.

"Why don't we go and make the mark between twenty-eight and thirty centimeters?"

At that comment Gilliani, spat out his coffee and glared at Ferro who had calmly took another sip of her tea.

"Why…I never…Bianchi say something!" Gilliani ranted.

Bianchi leaned forward into his desk and interlaced his fingers as he brought them in front.

"What other modifications would you prefer?" Bianchi asked.

"…Bianchi!!" Gilliani raved as he dropped his mug in frustration.

"I was also thinking of a…eight to ten centimeter circumference for girth."

"That isn't too thick, I suppose."

"Of course not, I expect to be filled but not stretched."

"I see; anything else?"

"Are either of you listening to me?" Gilliani pouted.

"I want to be as natural as can be," Ferro orders, "a fully functioning organ, more for the child's sake then for mine."

"…How noble of you?" Bianchi muttered.

"Also, I plan on putting him through some…intense motions; so special attention paid to the any and all lower body muscle structure and endurance would be greatly appreciated."

"Now that is something we can do, but there is one problem."

"…And that is?"

"What you're requesting would be a new venture for this laboratory. To be frank Miss Milani, we have not even thought to attempt modifying the –ahem- personal anatomy of the girls."

"Then this should give you a reason to get up every morning," Ferro smiled at the Doctor.

"You know me too well," Bianchi mentioned before smiling in return.

"So, are we in accord?"

"I'll see what I can do, but being Director of my own department does have its fringe benefits."

"I suppose that it would."

"Also, I can assure you that you will receive the utmost discretion on my side of this…project."

"Not to worry Doctor; as we previously discussed, this project is all about discretion."

Shaking hands, Ferro and Dr. Bianchi agreed to their arrangement with this symbolic gesture. Feeling like a child last picked in an elementary school football match, Gilliani grimaced and sulked as he watched what he perceived as a 'devil's deal'.

"I will be gone all week; Doctor," Ferro said. "Possibly even longer; I hope you will have good news for me concerning this…special matter when I return."

"I can almost guarantee that you will," Bianchi answered.