The bridge was silent as two Delta line guards dragged Johann onto the bridge and dumped him at the Alpha’s feet. The Gen Mod lay there bleeding from a cut on his brow. “What do you think of our pain amplifiers Gen Mod?”
Johann lay gasping on the floor. He did not even realize that he was being spoken to until the Alpha kicked him in the stomach. “I asked you a question, Gen Mod. How do you like our pain amplifiers?”
Johann gasped from the pain, his ribs felt cracked. “I like it just fine, Sir.”
“Excellent. Zeta 666 prides himself on their effectiveness. Now how many of you Gen Mods are there in this Cabal of yours?”
“The entire inner circle of thirteen and maybe another dozen on other worlds. And the children too.”
“Children, Gen Mod? What children? Your line is sterile or so we have
