BDP34
A/N: Mirage, that would be telling. All will be revealed in time.
Muahahahaha
"I did not have to. Casca knows me of old. When I told him I could not have anything to do with the women, he understood. He believes, as does Irons, that I am still pure." Ian smiled like a naughty schoolboy.
The expression made Moira's stomach drop. He was so damn sexy, and he had no idea, which only served to increase the effect. It took her brain a minute to catch up with his statement, but when it did she hissed, "Casca knows you from somewhere else?"
Ian flinched from the intensity in her tone. "Well yes. He works for Vorshlag Industries, and my father owns Vorshlag. He was the one who ordered me to participate in this experiment. Otherwise I would never have had anything to do with the project. My experience with scientists has been rather. negative. Present company excluded of course."
"Your father ordered you to participate." Moira trailed off. She had to stop talking or she was going to start shouting. The pieces had begun to fall into place. His father had to be the one who had abused Ian, who left the scars on both body and mind. It was hard to contain her fury, to be mindful of the thin walls of her apartment. She reined it in, but the rage seethed just under her skin, seeking an outlet.
"It's not as bad as it sounds. He couldn't possibly have known what was going to happen or he wouldn't have sent me. I am of no use to him mad. He wants me to be the Head of Security for Vorshlag Industries when I get out of the military." Ian said earnestly.
Moira wasn't so sure, but she could see that Ian was. Changing that kind of indoctrinated thinking couldn't be done overnight anyway. She and Moby would have to work on him slow and steady, but she tried to get him thinking without feeling attacked. "He must have had some idea. After all, he had all the details of our research as well as Casca's. Of course, Casca could have withheld data. He seems the type."
"Perhaps. If so, it is a mistake Casca will pay dearly for." Ian smiled grimly, thinking of the way Irons dealt with those who displeased him.
"I just hope he is the only one who will have to pay." Moira thought of the potential unborn children Vorshlag owned the rights to. What kind of lives would they have, or would they be sacrificed on the altar of science?
"What haven't you told me, mo rún?" Ian lifted his hand and cradled her face.
"The prostitutes they're bringing in are ringers. They're Vorshlag employees, and they've all signed a waiver deeding any fetal material to Vorshlag Industries. I think Casca already knows what is going to happen with the testing. He just wants to see if it will breed true, and if it does, he wants to have used the best available genetic materials." Moira tilted her head against his hand, savoring the contact. Even with so many weighty things on her mind, his touch was to be enjoyed.
"It is highly likely, given what I know of Casca. He came from Germany with my father, but is usually at one of the labs in Asia or South America. He has worked on a great many sensitive projects over the years. It would not surprise me in the least, but I don't know how we can prevent him from acquiring any offspring that might result." Ian looked at Moira with concern. There was no way his brethren would refuse the women, as he had. The drive was far too strong for that. If he didn't have such a strong tie to Moira, he might not have been able to resist the demands of his flesh either.
An evil grin spread across Moira's face. Oh, she could put a spike in Casca's wheels yet; see if she couldn't. "Do bhéilín meala, that's it! There must be conception, which we can prevent! I can hand out condoms. It's part of the health code anyway, so no one can stop me from doing it. Besides, Casca probably expects me to attempt to block him, so I'll give him something obvious. That way he'll never be looking for the Dragons to administer a little contraceptive into the women's post-coital cocktail."
"I will find a way to alert the rest of my unit, and get them your contraceptive. You will be to closely watched to be able to tell them. I doubt any of my unit would wish such a fate on their children." Ian paused and his eyes flickered with elation and fear, "You're not." he trailed off, uncertain how to finish the sentence.
"No, I'm not. I take an oral contraceptive mostly because it keeps me on a regular cycle, so we're safe. It's a good thing too. Neither of us had condoms, and I don't know if we'd have had the willpower to wait." Moira smiled in remembrance. It had been a wild night.
"I know I did not," Ian's eyes darkened as he too, remembered the events of that incredible night.
"I did not have to. Casca knows me of old. When I told him I could not have anything to do with the women, he understood. He believes, as does Irons, that I am still pure." Ian smiled like a naughty schoolboy.
The expression made Moira's stomach drop. He was so damn sexy, and he had no idea, which only served to increase the effect. It took her brain a minute to catch up with his statement, but when it did she hissed, "Casca knows you from somewhere else?"
Ian flinched from the intensity in her tone. "Well yes. He works for Vorshlag Industries, and my father owns Vorshlag. He was the one who ordered me to participate in this experiment. Otherwise I would never have had anything to do with the project. My experience with scientists has been rather. negative. Present company excluded of course."
"Your father ordered you to participate." Moira trailed off. She had to stop talking or she was going to start shouting. The pieces had begun to fall into place. His father had to be the one who had abused Ian, who left the scars on both body and mind. It was hard to contain her fury, to be mindful of the thin walls of her apartment. She reined it in, but the rage seethed just under her skin, seeking an outlet.
"It's not as bad as it sounds. He couldn't possibly have known what was going to happen or he wouldn't have sent me. I am of no use to him mad. He wants me to be the Head of Security for Vorshlag Industries when I get out of the military." Ian said earnestly.
Moira wasn't so sure, but she could see that Ian was. Changing that kind of indoctrinated thinking couldn't be done overnight anyway. She and Moby would have to work on him slow and steady, but she tried to get him thinking without feeling attacked. "He must have had some idea. After all, he had all the details of our research as well as Casca's. Of course, Casca could have withheld data. He seems the type."
"Perhaps. If so, it is a mistake Casca will pay dearly for." Ian smiled grimly, thinking of the way Irons dealt with those who displeased him.
"I just hope he is the only one who will have to pay." Moira thought of the potential unborn children Vorshlag owned the rights to. What kind of lives would they have, or would they be sacrificed on the altar of science?
"What haven't you told me, mo rún?" Ian lifted his hand and cradled her face.
"The prostitutes they're bringing in are ringers. They're Vorshlag employees, and they've all signed a waiver deeding any fetal material to Vorshlag Industries. I think Casca already knows what is going to happen with the testing. He just wants to see if it will breed true, and if it does, he wants to have used the best available genetic materials." Moira tilted her head against his hand, savoring the contact. Even with so many weighty things on her mind, his touch was to be enjoyed.
"It is highly likely, given what I know of Casca. He came from Germany with my father, but is usually at one of the labs in Asia or South America. He has worked on a great many sensitive projects over the years. It would not surprise me in the least, but I don't know how we can prevent him from acquiring any offspring that might result." Ian looked at Moira with concern. There was no way his brethren would refuse the women, as he had. The drive was far too strong for that. If he didn't have such a strong tie to Moira, he might not have been able to resist the demands of his flesh either.
An evil grin spread across Moira's face. Oh, she could put a spike in Casca's wheels yet; see if she couldn't. "Do bhéilín meala, that's it! There must be conception, which we can prevent! I can hand out condoms. It's part of the health code anyway, so no one can stop me from doing it. Besides, Casca probably expects me to attempt to block him, so I'll give him something obvious. That way he'll never be looking for the Dragons to administer a little contraceptive into the women's post-coital cocktail."
"I will find a way to alert the rest of my unit, and get them your contraceptive. You will be to closely watched to be able to tell them. I doubt any of my unit would wish such a fate on their children." Ian paused and his eyes flickered with elation and fear, "You're not." he trailed off, uncertain how to finish the sentence.
"No, I'm not. I take an oral contraceptive mostly because it keeps me on a regular cycle, so we're safe. It's a good thing too. Neither of us had condoms, and I don't know if we'd have had the willpower to wait." Moira smiled in remembrance. It had been a wild night.
"I know I did not," Ian's eyes darkened as he too, remembered the events of that incredible night.