"Martin, what am I supposed to do with this?" Sarah gestured to the broken vials of blood.
"That thing nearly decapitated one of the techs!"
"Well, they must've startled him, Zander. When can I expect the next blood sample?"
"Why don't you try getting it from your pet monster?"
"I'd rather not further aggravate him when I'm trying to gain his trust."
It was times like these she'd rather they just clone Weapon X's DNA and be done. They needed a weapon and that was the quickest, surefire solution. It would take them years to specifically isolate the claw mutation, and that would be before the headache of indefinite trials for subject compatibility. Truth be told, Sarah was waiting to see which of her team members would quit from frustration first. She may be fascinated by science, but she doesn't appreciate her time being wasted.
"You'll have to make do with the one sample we have for now. Again, there's a reason why we take samples a few at a time: Weapon X has the tendency to wake up early whenever we gas him," Martin rubbed his temples before leaving, "Dr. Kinney somehow got on Weapon X's good side so let's not have her push it. Let's give him a day to cool down before we make another attempt."
Sarah turned to Zander as the door to Weapon X's cell closed behind them.
"There isn't much I can work with currently. How are things on your end? Are you still working on your patients?"
"Well, I did have one before he decided to croak on me mid-surgery. And I'm currently out of patients since we're approaching things from a different angle," his voice echoing as he turned the corner, "But since the genetics department hasn't been making much progress, I'll probably have another patient soon."
Sarah scowled at the comment. Just how much longer did she have to put up with everyone's antics? When Dr. Sutter told her about this unique mutant and the opportunity to work unrestricted, she couldn't help but be enthusiastic at the chance. But her subordinates actually have the audacity to explain the simplest of scientific concepts to her, the head geneticist, of all people. For crying out loud, she's been featured on more science magazines than any of them combined! Sarah withheld a bitter laugh. She might as well have returned to her interning days, where she had to appease the male scientists in the room.
She felt disgusted.
Sarah waited until later that night to bring out the phlebotomy cart from one of the other departments. Making sure to be careful with her pretense, she brought Weapon X's file with her. The guard on duty looked at her with grave concern when he saw the cart of vials and opened his mouth to protest.
"Dr. Kinney, I wouldn't advise you to do that."
Sarah pretended to look thoughtfully, "You're right, what was I thinking? Would you mind taking these back to the lab for me?"
The guard was visibly relieved as he moved away from his post, "Not at all."
She waited until the guard was far enough before unlocking the cell. Sarah considered the distraction a success since the guard didn't notice her bringing a bag into Weapon X's cell. She couldn't help but visit the cell every so often as he fascinated her. Fear held the other scientists back from his cell, but not her. He was the only man who gave her the proper attention. She could tell he saw her as more of an equal than her colleagues did. At least he was better than the men who were quite literally explaining her own research to her. Sarah felt being with him was worth the hours' worth of headaches trying to uncover the details within his x-gene.
As Sarah knelt down where Weapon X sat in front of her and spread his legs, she rummaged through her bag. This visit, Sarah brought something she thought he'd enjoy; she's toyed with him before but this time he'd receive unrelenting pleasure.
But as Sarah waited for his breathing to resume normally, she couldn't resist seeing more of his reactions. The cell was soundproof but she'd rather he control himself.
She leaned over him still sensitive, "You've got to be more patient."
His skin felt ticklish from where Sarah's fingertips met the skin on his sides. She turned his chin so he could face her, his warm breath fanning her wrist.
Dr. Kinney cupped his face as she pressed her lips against his and leaned in, passionately kissing him. Thrill ran through her veins as he pressed his lips back against hers. Weapon X reached his hand to touch her, and Sarah let him hug her close. She rested her forehead against his, trying to catch her breath. She could listen to his breathing all night, but as pleasant as the idea sounded, another idea more exciting demanded her time in the lab.
BLOOD SAMPLE-23
A grin crept its way onto Dr. Kinney's face as she looked at the blood sample. If Martin was so threatened by the prospect of an exact copy of Weapon X, then she would have to make sure the clone was unique. A female clone would be the drastic change needed to revitalize the Weapon X project. All she needed was to make certain there was no other option but to accept what she was offering.
If she were to come forward with the specimen now, Sarah suspected a high likelihood of it being destroyed and she'd be damned if she let that happen. With Zander involved, she wouldn't be surprised if he stooped low enough as to sabotage its development before it even came to term. The man was seemingly waiting for her downfall with his occasional dirty looks.
Martin might even be foolish enough to remove her from the project simply for pursuing another path, but her pride refused to let it stagnate here without displaying her true capabilities. Leverage was what she needed to gain as she kept the clone hidden. It was her creation after all, no one in this facility deserved participation trophies. Records will most likely omit her as the surrogate, so she'll have to use some of her genes to ensure they remember her legacy.
Without seeing Weapon X at his full potential, she refused to leave him. Sarah never planned on being a mother, but they failed the first time with Weapon X, and she refused to let them fail her creation. She's had enough of her time wasted.