After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
"Bitch," Cal spat at my feet while he leaned against the mud wall.
Thomas shoved his shoulder, pushing his head into the floor. He placed his foot on Cal's cheek, bending over with his face slightly closer.
"You are not in the position to be cursing at us," Thomas said, raising his foot off Cal.
Cal rolled his eyes, lifting his torso with his abdominals to be sitting up again. His eyes met mine with anger, wanting to shout profanity again.
"Not so tough anymore?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Not that you were with your diaper-looking undies."
"What now?" Thomas asked, unsure of my impulsive plan.
"Well." I walked over to our things, picking my pants off the ground. "The heat storm already feels like it's passing by, so let's see how the MOS reacts to getting the chip removed."
Thomas tilted his head, arching his brows together.
"We already know why they picked certain ones for the Men Of Suits program because of their—" I looked at Cal. "Lack of brain waves." I pulled the chip remover from my pocket, tossing my pants back to the ground.
I walked up to Cal, crouching in front of him. "How old were you when the Men Of Suits took over?"
"Fuck off!" Cal yelled back.
I laughed, standing straight to glance at Thomas. "Let's say Cal here is close to our age, so a teenager when they brainwashed him with the chip."
"Okay," Thomas replied.
"So, they had conditioned him since then with training," I stated, slightly smiling at Thomas.
"Will he still take orders from the Men Of Suits even after we remove the chip?" Thomas questioned, which had me snapping my fingers and pointing at him.
"I will!" Cal yelled. "I had been training since I was fifteen to take down the Saviors!"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Can you remove something they trained permanently into their mindsets?"
Thomas tilted his head while he scratched his chin, awkwardly thinking. His curly hair stuck to his forehead while his torso glistened with sweat.
I raised my eyebrows at Thomas. "Time to find out."
Cal wiggled away from me, jumping on his ass. He fell to his side, rolling across the room. Thomas chuckled, watching Cal slam into the dirt wall on the other side of the basement. Cal grunted out in pain, spitting mud from his lips.
"Where is your brain at?" Thomas asked.
The vein on Cal's forehead popped out, showing his anger. I walked over to him, putting my foot on his chest. He first jerked under me but soon relaxed with a huff.
