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and understood it. Graison and Aldo were not a problem. They might have put a rush on things, but most definitely not a problem. Being angry or worried about it was fruitless, because Greg was pretty much in complete control of that situation. Unlike the one before him that drew Greg immediately back. How could it not? Three of his senses--sight, touch, and smell–were fully occupied, while the fourth one of taste, beckoned him with urgency.
    After thinking that there was no way Graison and Aldo would beat him at his own game, Greg put aside all aspects of the experiment and Caldwell business right there and then. Delivering what he thought would be a delightful awakening, Greg lowered his head to his new found female friend.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    The Plaza - Los Angeles, CA
    August 29 th
     
    ‘Pass the creamer.’
    “The weather is great.’
    ‘Yes, I’ll have a bagel.’
    Common phrases that slip from the tongue without much thought or emotions. Delivered in the same manner that Greg delivered the statement to Jake over morning coffee. So uneventful he spoke the words, ‘we want your wife.’
    It took everything Jake had not to spring forth his hand across the table, grab Haynes by the throat and snap his neck.
    “You’re not saying anything.” Greg spoke.
    “That’s because at this moment, I’m trying to figure out how to make your death look like a fuckin’ accident.”
    “I believe . . .” Greg added cream to his coffee. “Aldo made that offer.” He shook his head. “A man of your stature shouldn’t be involved in such dealings.”
    “Where are you getting that from?” Jake asked.
    “You can say I am everywhere. I see all. I hear all. I know all.” Greg smiled. “Like God.”
    “Yeah well, hey God, you aren’t getting my fuckin’ wife.”
    Calmly Greg looked at Jake. “Before you get yourself upset, you know my basis of this request. Section fifteen of the contract you and your wife both signed. Now . . . I can easily have gone to Cal first, but I wanted to break it to you, figuring you would break it to her in a way, she wouldn’t give us any hassle.”
    “Nothing in section fifteen gives you the legal right to claim her.”
    “I’m not saying ‘claim’ her. I’m saying we need her. We have the legal right, whether you like it or not, to call upon your wife if we have the need for research, and testing, for up to the next three years.”
    “I’ll fight you on this.”
    “Fight me. Go on. You’ll lose. You know it.” Greg spoke arrogantly. “You’re boasting parenthood Lt. Col. Graison. Why is that? Think about it, if it wasn’t for this experiment, would you right now, be expecting a child? No.” Greg shook his head. “Our manipulation caused your wife’s infidelity. For that we have documented proof. Our manipulation through that infidelity caused the pregnancy. Her one time multiple pregnancy is proof of that. You agreed. You signed.”
    “I was sterile. I didn’t give it a second thought.”
    “You should have.” Greg sipped his coffee. “You of all people know through the Iso-Stasis, any and all things are possible. If you want a legal battle, we’ll get into one. But we’re not asking right now for a lifetime. We have a need for her, and under contractual oblations, if we call, she must fulfill that obligation. Now . . .” Greg slid forth a piece of paper. “Because your wife was under the influence of a drug we created, we would like to place her through a serious of blood tests, ultrasounds and so forth. Nothing that will harm her or that baby. I would think, Lt. Col. Graison, since we had a hand in the pregnancy, you would really want to know that the pregnancy is . . . Normal?” He raised an eyebrow.
    “Go on.” Jake said.
    “You’re listening. Good.” Greg winked. “Secondly, we have a research study. Since your wife fits the criteria, and she fits that criteria because of us, we’d like to call upon her as a test subject.” Greg watched the facial