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“Thank you for everything. Why are you helping me?” It seemed like he was breaking protocol not just for my safety, but for my happiness.
For that I was grateful.
Agent Weigmier shrugged. “It’s my job.”
My eyebrows rose. There was more to it, I’m sure. Not that he’d tell me.
Something pricked the space between my neck and shoulder, and I rubbed it.
“Ow. Again with the stabby-stab. Was that really necessary?” I glared at him.
“Yes. I hope I got the dosage right this time. Goodbye, Dr. Ellington. I wish you and your husband a happy life.” His voice went faint.
For the third time today, everything went black.
Chapter Six
Spencer
It was a lovely spring afternoon, making me wish Grace was here to play chess with me in the backyard. I sat outside with Mrs. K’s folder and a bottle of merlot, mostly because it didn’t smell like Grace out here.
There wasn’t much, and it seemed that it was all regarding their dimensional mapping project. The idea that my father and Dr. K hadn’t been taken simply for a discovery was comforting.That meant if Grace stumbled on something accidentally then perhaps she’d still return to us.
A sigh escaped my lips as I continued to go through the documents. How long had they smuggled omegas? Months? Years?
Mostly male omegas, Mrs. K had said. Huh. The male omega population had grown in the past couple of decades. There’d been some miracle births by male omegas as well. Perhaps they had come from worlds where male omegas were capable of having children. Fascinating.
It was probably better that I didn’t know too much. The last thing I’d want is for any of those omegas brought here to be in danger.
If they were still even here.
Would the Temporal Police take them back to a world where their return could mean their death? They were sticklers for the rules, but were they that harsh?
It wouldn’t surprise me if they were.
I swirled the wine in my glass and shook my head. Omegas being illegal. I couldn’t imagine a world like that.
The few illegal designations on this world were supposed to prevent public violence, genocide, and other horrible acts.
At the same time, was the death ofthemall–even ones with no personal or familial history of violence, the answer?
The most well-known illegal designations were sigmas and omicrons–both offshoots of alphas. Sigmas often passed as alphas, but were actually ultra-dominant, arrogant, violent loners who liked to exist outside the hieratical structure. Something that many governments saw as a threat. Especially since they had hair-trigger tempers and were prone to extreme acts of violence to make their points. Many terrorists, anarchists, bombers, mass shooters, and dangerous sociopaths had been sigmas.
Same with omicrons, though instead of keeping to themselves, they were ultra-charismatic. They didn’t existoutsidethe structure, they believed theytranscendedit. They gathered followers and tended to be fanatics or zealots, believing they were making the world a better place with their often violent extremism–versus sigmas who did it to punish or retaliate. Over the course of history many narcissist rulers, colonizing sovereigns, evangelical cult leaders, and perpetrators of genocide had been omicrons.
The illegal designations were also incredibly uncommon, even before they were illegal. Also, there were still very bad people in this world with perfectly legal designations.
My mate Elaris didn’t think executing them was the answer. That was a project she hoped our pharmaceutical company could accomplish. After her death, no one wanted to take over the project because of how politically volatile it was, given people who spoke of it often ended updead.
But I wasn’t talented enough to continue it without her.
With a sigh, I continued to look through the old papers.
Once again, I glanced at my phone. No location for Grace. Just a photo of Riley and her sisters at a theme park and a lone text from Jett.
Jett
This might take a while. If you come, please bring food.
