Training volume 1

Soap and shampoo were like everything here in bulk and the huge bottles of the liquid stuff were hung on the walls of the stalls. He did his hair first with shampoo, working hard to get a bubble. The stuff was extra cheap and barely did a good job and getting any lather was a challenge, but one he set himself every time to see if a bubble would be possible this time and leaning on the shower wall for sight until he could see one form. Successful in at least one small part of his life, he used the rest of the shampoo on his chest, under arms (as he hoped it cut down the smell at least some), and crotch before going for the soap itself. If he didn't smell clean, he would be sent back before breakfast and that was one huge pain in the butt so he overdid it every time now just to be sure. Did ferrets bath? The question in his mind caught him off guard and he stopped, one foot up on the wall so he could wash his lower legs and leaning forward, halted in mid movement. What an odd thought... But a good one. Did they lick themselves like cats, roll in dirt like horses, or actually get in running water? Puzzled, it was a moment before he gave up and went back to his scrub down before the water started to change again.

And it almost did change to another temp before he got done rinsing, running a finger over his teeth since he had forgotten his toothbrush in the shower again. Cups in a boy's dorm were not to be trusted and keeping them out of sight when you had one was important, one of those little things girls didn't have to think of. Mildly jealous of the freedom not to have to guard your every scrap, Nameless stepped to the curtain side and shut off the water, leaning against the wall while the water rinsed away running down his body in a hurry to escape like little ants. He stayed there air drying at least two minutes, feeling it was better for the water to go off somewhere else then into his towel and then got his towel to begin a very thorough rub down of all his parts and places, hating the sticky feeling of clothing on your skin when you could do something about it. Running his hands through his hair since he didn't own a comb, he slipped into the grey underwear and undershirt provided and went out carrying his stuff.

At one point he realized he was leaving wet foot prints and stopped long enough to step on his towel and dry them off before continuing to the dorm, hearing the sounds of people waking up slowly. Quick as a wink he ferreted--- and stopped mentally as he continued on automatic, wondering why that word was in his head again. Was this going to continue all day? If so, maybe he should have had the nickname 'Ferret' instead of 'Ghost' on the street. With a soft laugh, Nameless began to dress for his day, wondering what other oddities might fill it up.

There were four deaths, both accidental and not. The first one Nameless experienced was pretty horrible, not that any death was pretty. In this one he saw the water girl, who seemed to have some odd body chemistry, was injected with the sedation stuff by the doctor which he told her, so Nameless knew what it was. The man was obviously surprised when she began literally burning up, becoming not only hot to the touch, but her body boiling, fluids running from her skin and her heart pounding, until it burst and then she laid there, her eyes sightless as her skin began to shrivel as it dehydrated despite the Doctor's stunned attempts to do... anything. It was obvious it had been an accident, but that didn't stop Nameless from being revolted when the man moved her to a table and began taking her apart with a knife, trying to find the answers he sought. Watching someone be dissected by a rather impersonal man was quite a new disturbing experience for him. And watch it he had to until the body was wheeled away out of range thank goodness.

The second death was much more on purpose. It was a young boy, maybe ten years old and he was angry and scared and frightened. He had also been sedated and was managing somehow to burn it off, getting more active in trying to get free. This time the Doctor was wearing some heavy suit and a hood and someone else was there as well. While the Doctor took samples (and Dy winced big time at the pain he could understand) while whoever the other person was stood over the boy and watched him carefully, a large syringe in his hands. He also had some odd device which kept making clicking sounds as he kept the end pointed at the boy. As he got more frightened, or maybe the pain got to him more, the clicking increased dramatically and a glow came from the boy's eyes. Quickly the Doctor jumped back as the other man (he assumed) jammed the needle into the boy's neck and pressed the plunger all the way down fast. The boy's chest heaved against his restraints as his eyes went back up into his head and the glow cut off as his heart burst in his chest as well, falling back onto the couch quite lifeless. Neither man would approach him until the clicking died down some and then Dy watched another dissection, more horrible in a way because the boy appeared like any other person. And scarier since he was close to Dy's age and they seemed to not care one more then any other victim.

The third death was probably counted as a suicide, but it would be hard to say. It was a large man, extra straps from the back of the couch holding him firmly down. The Doctor was being extra careful which told Nameless he was particularly dangerous. The man tried to get the Doctor to respond to his threats his accusations, but he was being cagey and not speaking back to the man's words, only telling him to show his powers. He had gone to get another syringe, obviously intending to force the man to do stuff and when he had gotten closer was when he had struck. With a mighty heave, he threw himself so hard against the straps, the couch had jumped with him and he had come down on the Doctor's foot, jamming his head at the man and plunging the needle directly into his eye and into his brain, killing him instantly as the doctor threw his arm up in pain reaction and the stopped squirted it's cargo directly into the brain itself. The scene made Nameless throw up just seeing it again in his eye, forgetting how powerful the image had been. It again was followed by a dissection, although by now Nameless wasn't nearly as effected by those as he had been. It was still gross as hell.

The fourth was the worst nightmare of all.

Nameless saw the woman strapped down to the couch and knew with sickening sureness this was going to be bad. He saw the Doctor leave the room and another man enter a few moments later. The man had a glint in his eye which was rather frightening and the very first thing he did was walk to the woman and as she started to say something, he shoved a cloth in her mouth and then tied a gag over it. Without wasting any time, he picked up a scalpel from another table and a collection tray bringing them over and began cutting into her middle chest without any kind of drug or warning. She threw herself against the straps which held her firmly, preventing her escape and blood came up out of her chest while the man made the incisions larger and larger cutting through muscle and forcing her ribs aside. It was a truly horrible thing to see and Nameless felt his stomach start to try and dry heave, having already lost the thin fluid his stomach had contained earlier. The worst part is that whatever her power was, she was kept alive with it even through the pain, kept alive while he stuck his hand deeper and deeper inside of her before he began pulling out organs and putting them on the tray while she continued to jerk until he cut some last thing and her body stopped like a switch cut off.

As soon as it had begin, it was finished, He picked up the tray leaving the scalpel there on her body as he got up and walked out with the tray. The quiet that descended just brought his eyes back to her, the gaping hole in her chest wide open. About twenty minutes passed and the Doctor returned and stopped dead in the doorway, his eyes on the corpse with astonishment. He came over unable to believe what he was seeing and after a moment, he quickly took his normal samples and put them in the machine, cursing as he found the thing he sough was already lost information, unable to be returned from a dead corpse. he seemed to be more upset about the lost chance at the information then about the woman who was now no more and it hardened Nameless against the man even more so. The four separate experiences brought home to Nameless that the evolved humans were not considered human to some people, more like rats to be experimented on, taken apart to find out how they ticked. He had to disagree with what Jesse told him, about how he did not fear the Building Twenty-Six people. They represented the thing that Nameless might have feared the most; people who saw him as a freak to be cured or destroyed, never left alone. The few who had left this room in sedation and taken elsewhere he could only pray for, hoping they were not being just killed but maybe imprisoned. Knowing they might be saved after all this unreasonable tragedy was something he had to believe, to know there was a chance.

It was also one of the only things which might make him become a hero, if a limited focus one...
Feeling a bit lost, Nameless sat in front of the window of his new room, looking out at the sky lit with city lights and the traffic which passed below. Jesse's snores down the hall were not keeping him awake, but his mind was a blur of thought, unable to settle down for sleep. Most people who looked into his room would have found it oddest at night; it's clearly outdoor furniture, photo wall paper of a beach, and sand colored carpet more reminiscent of a beach then a young boy's teenage room. In fact the only thing that looked right for one his age was the picture on the opposite wall, an anime picture of a boy and girl in tight embrace, and the jeans-jacket-socks-shoes-and underwear dropped on the floor next to the closed door. Becca would have snorted seeing them as it was clearly were Dy had dropped his clothes for the next day instead of being truly a mess since the rest of the floor was spotless, but it was an attempt to be less neat.

And like so many other things in his mind tonight he felt more a failure then someone making progress.

Ever since the night after the kidnapping she had been acting a little off, like she wanted to avoid giving him a chance to tell her something serious again. Her reaction to his declaration of love had been to believe he was dreaming or stressed, although it had been the event which had convinced him not to delay any more telling her how he felt. Or at least he saw it as avoidance, but he hadn't been able to convince himself it was a coincidental thing. Since then he had felt out of sorts and not himself, not sure if he had been refused or was being avoided (at least avoided being alone with that is) despite the fact they still did stuff together all the time. He had not tried a second time since she had been more then a tad obvious about being busy when they were alone. Even when she crashed here for the night she kept him busy talking about other stuff or distracted with things she brought over until he fell asleep after which she would at some point crash as well.

Now, those evenings had stopped completely this week with the introduction of another character in the story, a boy Nameless was fairly sure Becca was completely infatuated with from her past and the key to her future as well. Nate was a total goofball of a guy, impossible to embarrass, loudly dressed in a way that even a blind person could detect, and full of more energy then a barrel of monkeys on speed. Just talking about his return at school had her bouncing in her chair with excitement and Nameless's heart had sunk so low it had surely gone through the floor by now. He had no hope of getting her to listen to him now, even if she had been willing to hear his words she couldn't sit still enough to think serious. And he was surprised how much his heart was dominating his thoughts recently. Rather more painfully then he thought hearts were supposed to feel, but maybe this was that growing up stuff all the adults insisted was so good for you.

Because of his sudden free time as the other two planned band stuff and got ready to out and start playing for audiences again he found himself accepting jobs again, pushing the edge of what he would have done before and for higher rates now as if he wanted the danger to keep himself both distracted and feeling worth while. His clients certainly wanted him around and loved his successful jobs and he found himself beginning to live a bit more for the thrill of risky stuff then normal in his life. Besides his evenings with his new father (who he was coming to love more and more) and his afternoon lessons with Claude who always found ways to push him at working his powers), the jobs had taken on new importance for him. Which was probably not a good thing.

Sitting beside him was a large ammo box, one of those old military cans where he kept special treasures that only he could read. It's lock sat beside it (Becca had been caught several times trying to get inside it to no avail he was happy to note) and the lid was open showing he had been thinking about his childhood which was a bad sign as it was not a happy time of his life. The collection was pretty odd for a boy, including a sock, bra, two toy cars, a half brick, small collection of stones, bus token, rolled up tissues, a couple of cigarette butts, and all of the many other items as well all inside plastic sandwich bags and sealed. At the moment there was a broken half a ruler (only five inches of which were still in existence) lying in front of him on the carpet out of it's bag and his index finger was on it. It was from an old discussion when he was six with one of the nuns he had been the charge of in the LA Orphanage. It was not a time he had been beaten (although there were hundreds of those on the ruler as well, most in ways he didn't 'read' much), but this one memory was about him convincing her about surfing practice. A wistful smile played across his lips as he relieved the moment, remembering how he had begged and pleaded for the time as well as promised such hard work on his grades for her.

He had learned today that his 'father' a true blue-blooded bastard, had two sons, twins by his mother who had died during child birth and her sons gone up for adoption. Jesse had been working today on the address for Nameless's aunt who was somewhere north and had promised to take him to see her. Of course, to have gotten this information Dy had to make a big decision as well, allowing the man who was his biological father to 'upgrade' one of his oldest models. It was twisted, odd concept, and definitely creepy to know the man who had created him could "improve" his son with a few hours of time and wanted to purely out of pride at his accomplishments. Sitting there with his shirt off with the man's hand on his back, Jesse hovering worried around, was ..... well he couldn't explain how odd it felt. But when he had finally stopped and announced what good health Nameless was in, he had felt....different. Better maybe, but oddly... different as if he could do more things then he had previously imagined.

For one, he smelled different. Not just his feet or his skin, but like he could smell from a distance much clearer like from across a room and tell what he was smelling. He had found that game very intriguing; was this the way a dog tracked? Standing in the doorway of Jesse's room he was able to single out objects in his room and tell which ones had a scent of a woman on them. Bizarre. And, well.... his manhood had definitely grown in size significantly and not by his imagination. Not to mention how much longer he cold stand *ahem* he changed his thoughts again not wanting to think about that particular experiment for awhile. He was sure it all counted as improvements even if he didn't know how yet. Mostly he felt odd and wanted to talk with someone who wasn't an adult, not that he could talk to bee right now but there was no one else he could. He had pretty much an eclectic group of friends and only bee could he really talk too (not that he was sure he should tell her what some of his newly suspected skills were as surely it was wrong to talk to a girl about that stuff).

The other thing was purely a secret and one Jesse hadn't been able to refuse him for wanting, although he was not allowed to get a real tattoo until he was older, somehow having gone through all of this seemed to need a reward of another kind so Nameless had taken a chance and asked the man to give him one over his shoulder back, opposite the black light one already there. It was photo perfect and quite stunning since no needles were required and it really would stand out when he went anywhere with his shirt off, not very likely but still. After all, most of the surfer guys had tattoos anyway, his first one would just be more spectacular then most people's. It was a Ghost Gecko for several reasons. One, his nickname on the street as a thief was Ghost, two geckos were charming cute creatures everyone liked, three they got into places where others could not, and fourth, he had read the totem description in the public library one time and just.... thought it fit him in a way, it seemed right. So he had to look at it in the mirror, so what? He knew it was there, a companion on his shoulder to be company during bad times.

As surely he would have many more of.
Nameless made his way to the edge of the street and held up his hand for a taxi, having to wait a minute or so before one saw him and believed he really wanted one. It wasn't normal of course for Dy to call a taxi or a teenager to have the money for one, but this time was special. It was an excellent way of dropping Claude's surveillance of him as well which was of major importance to Dy. The man certainly knew far too much about his life and he wanted some things to be secret. He shifted his backpack and as soon as the taxi pulled up, he slipped through the door making sure to leave no room for another to even attempt entering and said quickly "Extra ten bucks if you go three blocks fast as you feel safe and keep changing roads please while I watch the back." As he said this he tossed a twenty up to the front thru the small plastic hatch.

No one said a driver didn't know when to delay and when to take advantage of the money.

As the taxi moved fast back into traffic, crossing three lanes and turning on the next street with a surge of horns about the man taking over the right of way, Nameless stayed on his knees watching intently behind and seeing nothing which made him think anyone was following nor holding on to the cab in any way. Perfect. With a feeling of satisfaction despite the rapidly turning cab Nameless turned and sat more firmly and said an address to the man for the far side of town. "As soon as you can, please, thanks. You did goo back there,"getting a very curious nod from the driver. He shrugged and laughed before answering the man's obvious curiosity. "I have a snooping next door neighbor who is convinced I run drugs somehow. She's kinda off her rocker, but she was trying to follow me. She might as well get more paranoid so she can have something to talk about to her bridge club."

The man laughed and from there the conversation continued into sports results and by the time they pulled into the parking garage and went up to the eighth floor, Nameless felt comfortable the man would only remember the instance with amusement, no suspicions. After all, he was a clean cut young boy who obviously came from a nice and ritzy building (gotta love his power) so nothing wrong there. And his tip when they arrived was in keeping with the look so the man left after seeing Nameless off to the elevator saying something about meeting people. After the man was out of sight, Nameless doubled back to the freight elevator and continued up six more floors with a smile as he changed clothes completely en route. With his power on, he exited and made his way to the roof access picking the lock and quickly moving past the security cameras with his face turned away.

He had several hours still before Jesse would be home and day time jobs were touchy things, workable if you were bold enough in your approach. He crossed over three roofs, all three lower then his approach spot and then took out his rope and lasso. It took four tries to snag the vent access on the fourth roof which was above him, but he got it and slipped into a harness carefully, attaching himself to the rope and then backing up for a run. Across the roof full speed and then jumping gave him the swing momentum to make it over the rail and within jumping distance of the actual roof edge. Grabbing the drain pipe, he managed to hold himself up high enough to adjust his rope and use it like a repeling rope to get his toes on the pipe and pull/walk up enough to grab the ledge of the new roof. It was a struggle to get himself pulled up, but once he fell over the edge he was safe and on target. Catching his breath he checked his watch and saw only about a minute had passed since the taxi.

Forcing himself to get up he went and, staying low, removed his rope and went to a vent near the stair access, undoing the cut off screws he had edited a few days earlier and slipping under the top cover into a fairly small space, but at least he could see out of the slots. Slipping his stuff into his bag and removing his coat and overalls left him in a typical boy's uniform from a private school. Repacking his stuff (except the lockpicks in his sleeve) with a few school books and papers on top, he settled down as best he could to keep an eye open on the roof. The security guards were quick and careful about their approach, obviously warned by phone about a possible intruder on their roof. A careful grid soon found nothing out of place on the roof and they looked over the next one, eventually deciding out loud that the person must have continued. Cussing, they headed back inside, locking the door firmly behind them.

Excellent. So far, so good.

He took the opportunity to pull out his math notebook and continue doing problems while touching his math book. In half an hour he had most of the problems finished when he heard the helicopter approaching. Stashing his work he waited and as it got close, the door reopened and two guards came out, standing in front of the door, eyes covered against the wind. Just before the helicopter touched down, he lifted the cover and slipped out, using the approach to mask his movements to get right behind the stair well. As the helicopter doors opened the security men started forward to meet them and Nameless slipped through the door behind them, turning to the staircase immediately and dashing down six flights. When he stepped out of the stairs and walked down the hall to the left he stopped an employee who was giving him the eye and said "My dad said I could sit in the conference room since no one is scheduled there. Where is it from here?" Sensing homework, the man looked relieved and gave directions as he turned and walked to the corner watching as Nameless went to it and through.

Nameless quickly stripped off the uniform and slipped into his other shirt, leaving his pants off for the moment as he circled the room, touching the table. At the far end he reached out until he found the pressure plate and revealed the safe behind it. After a moment with his hand on it he dialed the combination, reached in and picked out two video discs dropping them in his bag. He closed the bag and pulled his jacket down, conscious this exit was going to be tricky if he didn't get it timed right. A peek out the door saw people. A pause for a moment till it got quiet again and another peek. Coast clear, he exited fast, running as soft as he could down six doors and he heard voices coming from behind just before he found the restroom and darted into the woman's side, slipping into the next from last stall and getting up on the tank after locking it. Stripping off all his clothes except underwear, gloves, and shoes, he pulled a pair of magnet grips out of his back and handcuffed the bag to his ankle. As people came in and entered, he left one hand on the door, watching with his power to make sure everyone had exited before he made his move.

The building had once been a mail office before being revamped. The old blueprints available in the library also showed the remodeling to some degree, the effort of the architect to keep as much of the old design as possible. This included the old mail chutes from the different floors, their dimensions on the paperwork as well. The chute, just at the back corner of the room was narrow, but good enough for his size since no normal sized adult could have fit through it. Climbing up on the door was difficult enough and getting his backpack in there, his feet hanging down. A deep breath or three while he placed the hand holds inside the shaft on either side and then he gripped them and slipped down. By pushing on those grips he slowed his descent, speeding up as he released, but it was far less then a direct fall and for that he was grateful. Four times on the way down he felt tight grips where the shaft had bowed in or been damaged, but he managed to get around these and eventually he came to the bottom which had been sealed off. According to the blueprints, the space under him was where the executive parking was. Balancing his feet on either side he dressed as best he could in overalls shirt and coat and put all his things back in his bag which went back on his back.

When he was ready, with hat pulled down over his face as much as possible, he began to jump repeatedly in the same place over and over. After a couple of thumps he heard a creak and encouraged he continued jumping higher. A few landings later he heard a snapping noise and as he came down again everything went bust. In a rupture of noise, dust, plaster, splintered wood, and gravity, he came down full force into the convertible top of a luxury car, a huge cloud of dust and plaster covering everything around him and filling the car. The alarm went off and he scrambled as best he could to get out, managing to get about four feet to the wall when he heard shouts approaching fast. Darting around the corner in the garage he quickly realized there was only one way out besides the garage and he rolled under another car, a large commercial Humvee. For the next fifteen minutes people investigated and exclaimed and then someone made the decision to get the vehicles out of the garage.
The issue was pretty big. He could hold on and try to ride out of the garage under the humvee or he could ty and stand in all his dust covered mess out of the garage hoping no one noticed. While his power was good, that one might be too much to expect. Tricky. As two other cars were moved out he debated and decided to rick the power rather then a car which was more dangerous. However, before he could move footsteps came up to the humvee and started it up. He made the best of it, got hold with his gloves into the under carriage and then quickly replaced his hands as he learned where the hot spots and parts mostly got hit in movement. As the thing started he was fairly terrified, adrenaline running through his veins as he lifted himself, struggling to wrap himself to the undercarriage and not be slammed, shaken loose, and killed.

The next few minutes of movement were rib shaking and time slowed down; bumps, rattling of the vehicle, the terrifyingly loud sounds assaulting his ears, and a particularly bad moment when the driver ran a curb. That had been over almost before he realized it even though time was slowed down for him in this stage of edginess. An eternity of quick thinking, holding on for dear life, and flashes of the ground he wished he had never been that close to was over in less then thirty seconds as the vehicle was parked a short distance away. Bleeding, burned in a few spots, and all his body trembling, Nameless curled up on the ground for a moment, barely able to move he was so shaken up. It was a good five minutes before he pulled himself out and sat up, still shaking and afraid to move too much as he began trying to beat the worst of the dust and stuff off of himself. It was another ten before he felt he might make his move and got up sneaking out and walking away casually with his power up and a stumble in his step.

A public restroom was used long enough to change clothes and run water across his face. A few cuts had stopped bleeding and some he pressed his shirt against; he would catch hell from Jesse when he saw it unless he got rid of the shirt, but oh well it happened. From there, he made his way to the Bus station and to the lockers in the east side entrance. There he pulled out a suitcase and took it with him from locker 325 and went to the Library like a normal person. There he picked a corner in the stacks back to the wall and hooked up the laptop in the case to the power and used the Library's wifi to pull up his three email accounts, checking each for messages, responding to a few, and giving progress reports on jobs currently going. He didn't have to watch the discs to know what all was on them, but he knew what they were and what they entailed. He sent that information to the client and made arrangements for an exchange of payment for discs.

With that done he closed everything back in the case and sat there for a few minutes thinking about the week, trying not to think about what had happened today. While he had learned to copy and paste memories to objects, he couldn't get rid of his own, partly because that wouldn't let him be who he was. Impressions from other places he could give away, but not his own, something which was both good and bad as his nightmares could attest to. Last nights had been bad enough with no Bee around to break him out of it, but his next was probably going to feature the Humvee and he didn't need any more of those. When Bee fell asleep at his place (sometime actually knocking him off the bed, but he could deal with that) just having her there was enough to stop nightmares and it was one of the few times she showed how much she really cared about him. As a friend that is.

A spark of an idea occurred to him and he stood, taking his things with him as he went to the computer and looked up the books suddenly on his mind in the Library. Sherlock Holmes collection was first along with a book called the Mysterious Island which he hadn't read in years. And someone was talking about it one day and he looked up the series by Lindsey Davis based in Rome out of curiosity. It made sense to him that he work on engineering and detective skills; both could become very important with his power in the future. And with the decisions about what he should study for college, this....clicked. He also looked up a book on engineers as career information wondering if this might fit him better then he expected. He headed for home, stopping in the Library lobby to place a call to Rebecca saying "Hey Rebecca, it's Nameless. I have a Sherlock Holmes book from the library I was hoping you could help me with. I think it will help me a lot actually so whenever you have time let me know. I could really use your special touch on this subject. Talk to you later."

He left for home bruised and battered, but happy with his decisions and looking forward to a long bath to try and scrub up and hide the damage from the day before Jesse got home.

Nameless Bryan stood in the shower, rinsing off the last of the shampoo and soap and feeling better for being all clean. While he wasn't OCD about it, he really didn't care for being all dirty and unusual for most of the boy's in the orphanage he had had daily showers. Now that he could take his time without having to think about others entering the shower with him he felt relaxed and took the time to make sure he felt clean all over, even between his toes. Thus when he turned off the shower his mind was thinking about his body with very different thoughts then the average boy had. He stood there and rubbed his hair dry with a towel noting now that he thought about it that it dried a lot faster then earlier in the year and he was fairly sure he knew why.

His father.

When the man had upgraded him had he slipped in a few extra's Dy hadn't know about? Probably now that he thought about it. Stepping out of the shower and relishing the fact he didn't have to read the floor with his feet he stepped in front of the mirror and dropped his towel, turning so he could see over his shoulder the spot where the invisible tattoo lay under the surface. His skeleton, his muscles, his skin, his organs -- all of them were on the blueprint that his father had decided on all those years ago. Hell, his brain and even his privates the man had planned out and it made him shiver to think of anyone who had that kind of power over the future. How long would those genes he had put in there be dominant again? Didn't he say something like thirty generations?

So... His children's children's children would still be looking at themselves in the mirror knowing they were designed, planned, built on the power by their ancestor, only their actual appearance varying based on their mothers. How freaky was that, to know you were part of a new race in fact, a spin off on Homo sapiens? Slowing converting the rest generation by generation as the genes were spread to other family lines like a conquering host taking nations like Alexander did. Better even since no one would really object; the changes were hidden inside and extremely advanced, safe from most genetic diseases and long lived. Smarter, faster, more adapted, and if his father was anything to judge off of Dy's body was going to be fertile as hell too. He severely doubted the man missed some little detail like that. And out there were thousands of others who didn't even know they were designed and set up to convert the world.

And he knew his own mind; he wanted a family with a deep longing from his own orphanage experience. He wanted to adopt for every kid he had himself out of a sheer need to keep as many kids out of that hell hole of a depression as possible. But was it right to have kids when he knew he was part of a plan, an invasion? Dy scratched himself as he stood there, turning to look for anything that reminded him of what little he had seen of his biological father and fearing he saw too much under the skin. He didn't want to advance his father's plans, but he felt the desire deep in his soul, stronger then even the urge to do the deed itself in all it's pleasures he was sure. How much of that was genetic and how much of it was purely his own experience, his own oaths on what he swore he would do for his own children?

Deep thoughts for any young man indeed.

When his father had laid his hands on him after making his promise to both Jesse and himself, he had felt the warmth and laziness creep through his body. It wouldn't bee too paranoid to imagine the man also laced a 'back door code' into his mind as well letting him take over resistance easily so he could adjust and tinker. There was no way around that except two: outlive him and avoid him touching Nameless till Max died. Mind you, the third option of having him killed somehow was more then the young nearly-pacifist would consider really. How many genetic siblings did Nameless have in a way, certainly thousands from the man's attitude, probably all over the world and impossible to track down really. His work was in progress and fairly unstoppable at this point whether his goals (whatever the hell they were) were reached or not. But the real question which bothered Nameless was more basic then that.

Would he throw away his own chance at happiness and a real life just to make a gesture. Cause that was all it could be with so many others unknowing. Even if a thousand of them were killed, it could hardly put a dent in the project, only slow it slightly. So that was no option really nor was telling anyone so it could be tracked. It would only take one person to realize the scope, panic, and cry about getting people rounded up and kept away from everyone else. There was no way Nameless could be part of that! But wasn't that what Building 26 had been attempting to do in a way to the specials? They fought them like a war really, capturing and interrogating and killing. And speaking of which, wouldn't Max have made sure to boost the potential for specials in all his kid's DNA? So in a way, this was a secret and silent take over by specials going through the next several generations, each taking over many others genetic lines through sheer enjoyment of sex?

That was another uncomfortable thought to mutter over.

Morally, he was stuck in a bad spot really; damned if he did and damned if he didn't. It wasn't as if Max could stretch his life to be able to control thousands of children he had already admitted no control over his kids. So what was the advantage, the purpose, the final plan? Was there any way to find out? Probably not at all really. All Dy had was conjecture, not worth the time to ponder over really. Unless....could he get a hold on the man's phone or computer? See if he had ever managed to write down any clues.... That might be a plan. As much as he never wanted to see the man again nor get near him again -- he was a bit too creepy, knowing he wanted to get a hand on you and re-adjust parts of your body in little ways. Another shiver ran down his body and he reached for the towel now feeling a touch of chill and wrapped it around himself, brushing his hair out before it got too dry. He would need to not only track him down, but find a way to distract him somehow and how the hell could he do that?

Without falling back into his power again.

Nameless felt the cold hand of panic on his heart.

It was not a good day by any means. It had been okay at school and all, normal day and when he left Nate and Bee were planning an indoor use of bottle rockets they had uncovered somewhere. it seemed a good time to flee the area so he had come directly home instead of the normal delay. And that had been great because Rebbecca had left him a message that she was needing him at some address for a surprise. That had been a hurried shower and everything before dashing to the bus to make the corner in the inadequate twenty minutes he had promised her. He even remembered to take along his present for her and when she surprised him by telling him it was date time he had a flash of pride there was something nearby he could take her to see she might find cool. That had, unfortunately and fortunately both, turned into an accidental discovery, a flight of panic, and now here he was having met her mother and was sleeping on her mother's couch before they had even had a true first date.