They walk in wearing the typical battle training outfits, standard white for those who are not yet field tested, their slave harnesses clearly visible wired tight against their chests, attaching to the spinal unit against their backs that will force compliance and prevent disobedience at your voice command. You toss the clipboard on the table and neither react. Rather 16, the female hybrid steps forward, “Assignment sir.” She says, keeping her voice even.
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