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Conguise drew a sample of blood from Jethro’s arm. Even after months in prison, the boy looked strong and healthy. Good, because he needed this experiment to work. Once he had a successful prototype nothing would stop him. He locked the vial of blood in his desk drawer and glanced at Jethro. “Do you have enough serum? It’s important that you continue to take it on schedule. Your body needs to learn to accept the foreign bodies and incorporate them into itself.”
“Yes, I have enough, and I know.” Jethro stood. “You’ve told me this a thousand times.”
“It’s important.” The boy didn’t understand how special he was, and that the future of their world rested on his shoulders.
“I know. Trust me. I want this to work more than you do.” Jethro’s eyes grew dark. “I can’t go back to being
