Prologue No one knows precisely what
happened to all of Hitler's "experiments" at the end of
WWII. In the chaos of war, with the different factions
who were liberating specific regions of Germany, it is
highly possible that test subjects disappeared behind
the Iron Curtain or simply were moved to more remote and
undocumented facilities. Cryogenics was the least of the
experiments being done with human cells, eggs, and
sperm. Stealing the discoveries made under Hitler's
rule, scientists could have continued creating from the
eggs and sperm harvested before the Allies destroyed
Hitler's laboratories. Those created from the
manipulated cells could have been kept in secret so that
the inhuman research could be continued, paid for by
unscrupulous companies and individuals wanting to get
rich using the data harvested by Hitler's minions. Nicoleta has discovered that
her DNA can be traced, at least half of it, back to
those experiments of Hitler's scientists. Her
grandmother willingly took part in the Lebensborn
program, and later in a private program hidden in
Romania. Nicoleta's mother, Bianca, born with unique
extrasensory gifts at a research facility, managed to
escape the scientists at the age of eighteen. Her Romany
guard and lover hid her before she fled to America. Her
Romany lover didn't know she carried Nicoleta in her
womb. After giving birth to
Nicoleta in a Las Vegas hotel, Bianca lost her life to a
religious fanatic disguised as a mugger. Nicoleta became
one of the hundreds of children handled by the
foster-care system. For the next eleven years, Nicoleta
moved from home to home, never entirely fitting into any
family because of her extrasensory abilities until the
day that Wayne and Mike adopted her. The scientists knew Bianca
could control her body's healing, but they didn't
realize Bianca could control the emotions of those
around her. Nicoleta inherited all her mother's talents,
strengthened by the sensitivity of her Romany father. Now, Nicoleta and her future
husband, understand the truth. They destroyed the secret
lab in Romania, where Bianca's cryogenically frozen eggs
were stored and used. Nicoleta, along with the MackWood
Security team, liberated other test subjects from the
scientists. Using her abilities has revealed two things.
First, it has strengthened them, especially when she
draws on the innate mystic power of her Navajo fiancé.
Secondly, the price paid for using her talents is steep,
minor brain bleeds. Fortunately, she has been able to
heal herself so far. However, the path ahead is
fraught with peril for her, James, and the others when
they flee the country. Chapter 1 Ten hours earlier, sixty miles
away: "Nicoleta, you won't
believe what I've found in the room across from your cell,"
Mack whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "Another prisoner? Did you find
more hostages? I saw one man with dead eyes, watching as
they took me away," Nicoleta remembered, shuddering. "No adults. This group is still
in diapers. It's a nursery. There are cribs set up along the
walls—two groups of two cribs and one group of three. Seven
cribs in all and two sets have charts hanging on them. I
need to get closer without waking them." His voice dropped
lower. "Okay, the first two cribs are empty, no charts. The
second pair of beds has a chart at the end of the left
crib." A short pause, he began to read, "Semi-identical,
polar-twinning girls, with a birthdate three months ago, and
notes about food, as well as experiments performed on them.
These charts show the evilness of these scientists, the
bastards. Poor babies." In the short silence that
followed, Nicoleta held her breath, listening to him moving
to the final set of cribs. "Ahhh, blue blankets. Must be
boys. Hey, buddy, shhh, don't cry. No need to wake your
brothers." The clipboard clicked against the crib as he
lifted it. "The chart is on the center crib.
"Dizygotic-triplet boys. Two eggs, one split after being
fertilized by altered sperm resulting in a set of identical
babies; the second egg fertilized with a single altered
sperm from a third donor. The non-identical child has only a
fifty percent match to his brothers' DNA." Mack's breath
caught in a gasp while he silently read the birthdates and
the tests already performed on the boys. "By the date, they
are six months old. Shit, I wouldn't do to a lab rat
what those assholes have done to these children! No wonder
this boy is so silent, he's likely afraid to cry. I've never
seen such wise eyes on a baby. He's watching me, not making
a sound—just watching—kind of spooky." His voice broke.
Nicoleta understood that finding the babies had shaken him.
"How can any woman carry and deliver babies, then just turn
them over to scientists? I don't understand," Mack
whispered, disgust dripping from the words. Removing the children from the
lab had been easy; getting them onto the private jet at the
Constanta, Romania airport proved a little more problematic.
Jimmy drove them to Constanta. He enlisted the assistance of
Chef Maryann, who was waiting on the jet. Together, they
shopped for supplies to feed the group, asking all the items
to be boxed rather than bagged. At the limo, they emptied
five of the boxes, putting a baby in the bottom of each.
With soft goods covering the children, Jimmy and Maryann
slipped through the customs inspection with a healthy tip to
the inspector. He hardly glanced at the multitude of grocery
boxes. Two hours after leaving the
Foxborough Medical Industries private research lab, the
babies were sleeping in their cartons on the thickly
carpeted jet floor. Now: Sitting in the cabin with his
crew, James Woodruff felt an overwhelming sense of
liberation when he heard the jet engines come to life.
Home! They were going home. But, his relief was
short-lived. He began to worry about how they could smuggle
five infants into the United States. It wasn't going to be
easy, but James felt sure his hacker, Richard, would come up
with something. Maybe. If they were lucky. The more
difficult thing was going to be disappearing from the
records and minds of the scientists and owners of Foxborough
Medical Industries. He and Nicoleta would need to live
off-the-grid to keep the babies safe. Finding a place was
going to be difficult, and cutting ties with family would
break her heart. His grandfather would understand, he hoped. All James needed to do right now
was come up with a romantic proposal to Nicoleta, and his
happiness would be secured. The jet began rolling, causing
one of the babies to start crying. James stood and walked
over to check on the infants. The vibration from the jet
engines had likely set off the baby's crying. "Hey, little boy, it's okay.
Nothing's going to hurt you now." James spoke over the growl
of the jet, bending to pick up the squalling child. "Here,
your Uncle Mack can hold you while we take off." Not giving "Uncle Mack" a chance
to object, James passed the mewling baby to the surprised
bachelor. "Here you go, Mack. Hold him until we're airborne,
or until he falls back asleep. Don't laugh, fellas—there are
enough babies to go around." Collecting each infant with its
blanket, one at a time, he began handing them out. He passed one of the girls to
Maria. Maryann motioned for the other girl, and Nicoleta
took a baby boy as she entered the cabin. As James settled
the last of the boys in his lap, his phone began to chirp.
"Crap. Jimmy, take this baby. I've got a call coming in." "Does it have a name?" Jimmy
asked, taking the boy with trembling hands. "Not yet. This is one of the
boys. Why don't you come up with a name for him?" James
challenged Jimmy before answering the call. "This is James; who's this?" he
demanded. "Oh, hi, George. I was just thinking of you. How's
Rome?" "Rome is still boring as
hell. I hear jet engines. Are you coming this way to rescue
me from terminal boredom? If not, when do I get my chef
back? I'm getting tired of takeout." George's voice whined
louder than the jet engines. After rescuing James and Nicoleta
from Serbia, George had not been happy when the MackWood
crew sent him back to Rome. He had even threatened to
contact his friends, Mike and Wayne, Nicoleta's fathers.
George had threatened to tell them she was traipsing around
Europe, escorted by a man who seemed to have designs on her.
Nicoleta had spent an hour soothing his hurt feelings and
explaining why he needed to be out of Romania before the
MackWood Security team took down the genetics lab. "Uh, well, we were going to route
through Paris, but let me see if we can change the plan
without waiting any longer on the ground here. I won't draw
an easy breath until we're airborne. Hang on a second." James walked to the cockpit to
ask if they could change routes once they were airborne. The
girl in Maryann's arms began noisily wailing as he passed. "Can't you quiet her?" James
snapped. "Between the baby and the jet noise, I can't hear a
thing. Besides, we don't want to start all of them crying." "Did I just hear a baby?"
George demanded. "What do you mean all of them?
What's going on? Okay, now you simply must come to
Rome to collect me. To hell with the movie; whatever you're
up to is much more interesting—"
James cringed inwardly; George
had gone from interested to demanding and excited in five
sentences. "Shhh… Don't mention the babies.
Not on an open line where someone might hear you. We'll come
to Rome, even if we have to go to Paris first. Just be ready
to leave when we get there. I'll call once we have an
arrival time. Not a word to anyone, and we'll let you be
part of the wedding." "WEDDING? Did…y" George's
shriek was cut off when James broke the connection. Sticking his head into the
cockpit and raising his voice, James put his hand on the
pilot's shoulder. "Can you change our flight plan once we're
airborne, from Paris to Rome? If not, file another to Rome
from Paris. It seems we have to collect a member of our
party from Rome instead of Paris." "Yes, sir. I'll take care of it.
I'll give you the arrival time once I get the computations
done on the new destination." The pilot's eyes never left
the ground crew. Rolling into line with the commercial
flights, he waved James back to the passenger cabin. "Better
sit down. Prepare for takeoff." Taking his seat, but not the
baby, James smiled. The group in the passenger cabin was too
busy tending babies to notice. "Looks like we're going to
Rome, not Paris. Going to collect George. Seems he misses
your cooking, Maryann." "I'll bet he does. That man has
got the pickiest diet of anyone I've ever cooked for."
Looking at the wide-eyed infant in her arms, she cooed,
"I'll bet you'll eat just about anything, won't you,
sweetie?" Her smile widened when the baby chuckled up at
her, waving her arms in seeming excitement. "Good thing you
mentioned these passengers before we went to the
market, Jimmy. I picked up some baby food and diapers, along
with the adult fare we bought. Once we get airborne, we can
feed them, change them, and let them sleep until we land in
Rome." "I've got it!" Jimmy almost
jumped out of his seat. "This is Anthony—Tony to his
friends. His brothers can be Charles—Charlie and
Daniel—Danny. How's that for the three boys—Tony, Charlie,
and Danny? Good strong names they can grow into." Smugly he
looked around the cabin, beaming at his friends. "Not bad, not bad at all. Easy to
spell, and the boys won't need to spend their lives
correcting others who mispronounce their names. What do you
think, Nicoleta?" James asked the woman engrossed in staring
into the eyes of the infant she held. "I think David instead of Daniel
for this boy. He seems more like a Davy than a Danny." She
planted a kiss on Davy's baby-fine blond hair. "I guess I'm holding Charlie.
Look, he's smiling. Charlie, do you like your name?" Mack
asked the red-haired baby bouncing on his knee. The boy
squealed and giggled. "I think he approves." "What about the girls? They need
names, too." Chef Maryann cooed as she rocked the baby in
her arms. James thought a few moments,
examining the baby in Maryann's arms. Blue eyes gravely
regarded him from the baby's face. "I think the girls need
to have Navajo names. I hope they will be growing up with
Navajo parents, and their lives will be more natural with
Navajo names. Fewer questions, especially since at least one
has vibrant blue eyes. Maryann, you're holding Dolee. It
means Bluebird." The baby in Maryann's arms gave a small
smile, yawned, and then fell asleep. "I think she approves."
James nodded to Maryann. "What about this little girl?
She's so tiny compared to her sister, and her hair is almost
blue-black." Maria rocked and cooed at the girl in her arms.
"I can't tell her eye color; she's been sleeping since you
handed her to me." "Then she should be Sialia. It
means Good Dreamer or Little Bluebird, and she seems to be
both, don't you think?" James glanced around the cabin to
see if anyone would disagree. Everyone was smiling, so he
nodded at Maria. "Sialia, it is." "Hey, boss—can I work with
Nicoleta while we're airborne? Maybe I can locate other
subjects. You know, if I got into the FMI computer as
quickly as I did—there's no telling if anyone else has.
Those fanatics of the Church of the Pure could have
hackers too. We might want to warn any other half-siblings
Nicoleta might have out there. There probably are more than
just these infants." Richard waved a hand at the children. "Okay, if Nicoleta doesn't mind
you digging into that thumb drive you gave her, it's fine
with me. Besides, it will keep you both busy during the
flight." Smiling to himself, James buckled his seat belt,
leaned back in the comfortable recliner, and waited for
takeoff. He pushed his long hair behind his shoulders to
keep it out of the way. If he had a rubber band, he would
braid it. Now, all he needed to do was come
up with a romantic proposal for Nicoleta. He already had her
answer; at least he thought he did. She'd scoffed at his
assumption that they would marry, but she never said they
wouldn't. Now that they were going to take on raising at
least the triplets, she better be ready to marry him. Hmmm,
could he use the babies as part of the proposal? With his
brain whirling and dancing around different ideas, he never
felt the takeoff and was sleeping soundly before they hit
cruising altitude. "Boss, hey, boss! Wake up. You've
been sawing major logs for the last hour. We're almost to
Rome. The pilot chose Rome Ciampino because it has less
traffic. Mack called George for you, and he's meeting the
plane. By the way, he's pretty excited about some storm in
the Atlantic. Mack kept telling him to settle down and that
we'd help him." Jimmy's mouth ran off at James while James
came awake and tried to make sense out of the monolog. "What? Crap, get me a coffee, and
start over. Better yet, you get me a cup of coffee, and I'll
talk to Mack." James rubbed his gritty eyes and looked
around the cabin until he spied his partner sitting next to
Nicoleta. She laughed at something he said, and James' gut
twisted. Mack had better not be putting the moves on
his woman. Standing, he walked across the cabin, motioning
Maria to move out of the aisle seat across from Nicoleta and
Mack. "James. About time, you woke up.
Here comes Jimmy with a cup of coffee for you. Would you
quit looking daggers at me, I was just talking to Nicoleta
about the half-siblings Richard has kind of located from the
thumb drive. It seems one of the twins is a shark in the
casinos." Mack laughed as his partner's scowl cleared. "How'd Richard find that out?"
James reached for Nicoleta's hand as he sat down, needing
that physical contact. "He managed to open a file
labeled 'twins' on the drive. He found this pair who were
born to a surrogate mother when Nicoleta's mom was barely
past puberty. The surrogate and a scientist raised them.
It's disgusting what they did to those babies, well, adults
now, but I'm surprised they managed to survive." Mack's face
was grim, his voice reflecting his disgust. Nicoleta's golden hazel eyes
caught his as she took up revealing the information.
"According to the file, the girl had her eyes sealed shortly
after birth until she was fifteen. Her brother had plugs
inserted and kept in his ears for the same length of time.
These kids grew up deprived of one of their senses just so
the scientists could tell if they were able to develop a
replacement sense or ability. How can a person do that to a
baby and still look in the mirror? I just don't understand.
Now I'm sorry we let those scientists off so lightly at FMI.
I want to go back and hurt them—I really do," Nicoleta's
voice broke; her light eyes watered before she turned her
head to the window. "Do you know where they are? How
old are they?" James turned to Mack, all the while holding
Nicoleta's hand in comfort. "The files state the twins are
Jelica and Mikal Sonnen, but I understand there are several
aliases for each since they've been on the run. The girl was
tested as telekinetic and seemed able to see through the
eyes of people close to her. The scientists let her go to
University in Prague, and she disappeared after one
semester. Her brother stole a car at about the same time and
disappeared too. The vehicle was found about fifty miles
south of Prague. That's where the file officially ends, but
there were notes from one of the scientists mentioning a
couple of news stories about a big winner at a casino. The
casino wasn't pleased when their mega slot jackpot was won.
The winner was a twenty-five-year-old college student. She
avoided cameras and melted away into the night after
receiving half the money. We think it was Nicoleta's
half-sister. Sounds like a way a telekinetic would rustle up
cash." Mack looked up from the paper in his hand. "I think I'll get off in Rome and
go to Monte Carlo—see if I can't trace her. They likely
don't know about all their enemies and may need help,
especially if the scientists should decide to continue the
project despite our work last night. The twins, and any
other siblings, will be prime targets. I hope Jelica has her
brother with her. I'll get them both to the States if I
can." Mack looked sternly at his partner, seeming to wait
for James to object. "Oh, and Richard has found some
fascinating information on that thumb drive. Possibly
valuable data about anti-rejection drugs, and new in-vitro
methods for artificial insemination. Some of this material
might be marketable to a pharmaceutical company. Could help
pay for raising the babies. Ask him about it." "I'll speak to him later. About
this woman, do you even have a description? Did Richard
manage to 'download' the security footage from the casino
where she won big?" Taking a long pull on his cooling
coffee, James felt more awake and aware by the minute.
"You're going to need traveling cash." Looking around the
cabin, he raised his voice; "Okay, we need to finance Mack.
If you're carrying any company funds, cough 'em up." All of the MackWood employees
pulled money out, either from their pockets or wallets. The
funds were passed to the table next to Mack. "We're going to need at least a
grand. For the babies' papers. Hopefully, by that time,
we'll have access to an ATM, but in case we don't—having
some cash never hurt." James pulled ten crisp
one-hundred-dollar bills back from the stack next to Mack. "Thanks. I've got my credit
cards, and I'll use them where I can, but who knows what I'm
going to encounter if I find them." Mack folded the money,
slid his clip over it, and stuck the funds into his front
pocket. "About the footage, Richard managed to get the
video, but it's not great. The sneaky girl knew exactly
where the cameras were. She wore a niqab and hijab most of
the time, leaving only her eyes visible. She'll have deep
mahogany brown eyes unless she's wearing contacts. I'm
taking a copy of what we were able to salvage from the
casino footage with me. She's got a Czech passport. Courtesy
of the scientists when they sent her to college." "Anyone appear to be with her?"
James asked. "Not in the footage around the
slots. Jelica tried to keep her head down when they handed
over the money, so there's no good shot of her. She managed
to blend in with the crowd so quickly that even facial
recognition software didn't work. A niqab and hijab were
turned in as found items by housekeeping later. Richard
spent most of the flight trying to pinpoint when she ditched
them," Admiration colored Mack's voice at the ploys used by
the woman. "Richard has been scanning slot winners at other
locations, and we think we might have a decent photo of her
winning a small jackpot in a casino on the edge of town two
days before the big win." "Boss, I hate to change the
subject, but that George fella; he was almost ranting when
we called to give him our arrival time. You might want to
call him. Something about hurricanes and friends trapped on
an island." Jimmy spoke when there was a pause in the
conversation about Nicoleta's half-siblings. "George is excitable. We're
landing soon. I'll wait until I see him and find out what's
happening." James assured Jimmy. "But, boss—he was screeching so
loud I could hear him from across the cabin. Something about
getting a flight plan and him taking over our jet because it
had more room," Jimmy argued. James looked at Mack. "You spoke
to him, what exactly did he say?" "We called him to tell him when
and where to meet our arrival at Ciampino airport. He said,
'Great. I need to commandeer your jet; you can use mine.
I've got a crew shooting on St. Thomas, and the last
hurricane almost killed them. They've no shelter and need to
get off the island because another storm could be there
within days'." Mack's perfect recall reproduced the
statement accurately. "James, I've got an idea. We can
use the destruction of the last storm to smuggle the babies
into the USA. If you take them to St. Thomas, you can sneak
them off the plane and then 'rescue' them. St. Thomas is a
possession of the USA, so bringing in refugees from there
shouldn't be difficult." Looking at James, he grinned when
James began to smile. "Might just work. We can fly to
St. Thomas. Once there, we can let the jet take George's
crew to Miami and return for us. While we're on the way
there, Richard can work his magic to create records of the
infants on the island." He waved Richard over. "I've got a
job for you." Mack moved out of his chair to
allow Richard to sit close. James continued his planning
aloud. "With faked documents, we can load them and a few
other refugees onto the plane, and then fly to the States as
a humanitarian mission." Turning to the man taking Mack's
seat, he asked, "Okay, Richard, how well can you hack into
hospital and government records?" James motioned at
Richard's laptop. Mack took a seat by the window,
positioning himself for landing. The plane was almost
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