Factory

As Factory quietly watched Abi sitting and searching, she suddenly heard many footsteps coming from the hallway.

"Keep looking, Abi," Factory told her. "I'll keep the security away from us."

With the stolen pistol she quickly ducked into the hallway as the soldiers reached the room and Factory immediately hit one in the throat with her free hand. The three remaining struggled to react but could not do anything against Factory's speed as she shot them rapidly with a single bullet each before finishing the first, who was struggling to breath. Now holding their ground due to the deadly display before them, another group coming through the hall from the opposite direction opened fire upon Factory with automatic rifles. Using her speed, she quickly moved back inside Abi's room and avoided all harm with a newly loaded pistol from one of the dead guards.

"Anything yet?" Factory questioned calmly.

"I think I may have found Max," Abi replied. "She's struggling to get free from some restraints. It looks like she's been drugged heavily. Her vision is blurry but there's an observation window in her room. I know what hallway that is."

"All right, let's go then."

Factory briefly ducked her head into the hallway to assess the situation.

"Looks like there's four each on both sides of us," she informed her little friend.

"I'll take one group if you take the other," Abi suggested.

Factory felt like she didn't really hear what Abi said.

"What? You'll take one group?" Factory questioned.

"Yeah. How about I take right and you take left?"

"Um, okay. That sounds good. You sure?"

"Very."

Moving to the doorway, Abi and Factory quickly nodded to each other and then turned to their designated groups in the hall. Faster than the soldiers could ever hope to understand, Factory aimed her pistol and carefully fired a single bullet at each of them, dropping them almost in unison. Fearing for Abi, Factory turned around as fast as she could, but instead was witness to Abi's capacity for violence. With hands held outward towards her targets, she used her incredible mental abilities to pick up two of the soldiers and slammed them into each other. The other two behind them were stunned by the unexplainable act and just stood with mouths agape, before being smashed into the wall next to them.

"Wow, Abi," Factory said, genuinely astonished. "That's really amazing."

"Thank you," Abi said with a big smile. "So are you. I barely even breathed before you were already done. Now, let's go find Max."

Incredibly frustrated and exhausted, Max would not quit struggling against her restraints now that she was finally grabbing hold of consciousness. Just as was discovered with Factory, the scientists were overwhelmed with curiosity at Max's fully integrated mutant transformation. When they first arrived, it was analyzed that the girls' states were imperfect but much more successful at being a mutant rewrite. Their bodies were fighting off the change intermittently, giving them a constantly changing set of vitals, but in time their bodies had adapted and overcome errors instead of deteriorating into nothing.

Due to Max's amazing strength, she had been transferred to an observation room. Scientists and a few security guards were safe behind a thick glass window that viewed Max from another small room.

Max blinked slowly at the ceiling as she continued her fruitless struggle. She had several leather straps holding her to a fairly standard-looking hospital bed. Many more restraints than Factory had to escape from. The leathers were already wounding her n.a.k.e.d flesh and causing her unrelenting irritation.

"I'm… going… to f.u.c.k.i.n.g kill you all," Max said, head wobbling back and forth. "I won't… let you harm my girls."

Walking in very cheekily and proud of himself, an older man in the same scientist outfit that they all wore, stood in front of Max and looked her over.

"What the f.u.c.k are you looking at you pervert?" Max said with a growl, seeming to sober up at the sight of another person.

"Now, now," the man began. "Let's not start off on such a bad tone. I'm the one who's been taking care of you the last two months or so. My name is Dr. Fresker. I'm the lead scientist behind the drug that made you who you are."

"Big deal. Let me loose so I can show you what a good job you've done."

"I don't think that will be necessary. Especially with the baby. Right now we'll just keep you naturally sedated enough so you don't beat any of us to a pulp."

Max felt her mind race and her heart stop. She couldn't believe what she had just heard and the shock showed in her face.

"Ah, so you weren't aware enough this whole time to obtain any cognitive memories," Fresker thought aloud. "I guessed as much. We have been doing our best to keep you and your friends very sedated as you are all threats to us. But, seeing as you aren't up to speed and I'll delight in telling you all about it, I'll fill you in on what you've missed.

"You and your friend are the first mutant rewrites to have ever gotten to a stable state; you perfected almost immediately after arriving here and one of you friends actually just happened today I'm hearing. The third might be a perfect rewrite as well but we might never know with that body of hers. You have no health debilities, no strange mental issues, no nothing. You've become perfect examples of the super-soldier drug we've been developing for the private military sector. Only problem is, all three of you are some random girls and not actually any of our military test subjects. So, what we'll have to do is use the three of you as new baselines for understanding what's been going wrong in the soldiers and what went right in you. What is extra interesting, my dear, is that you are actually a very ripe age for us to try out breeding experiments."

"So, I'm a f.u.c.k.i.n.g baby farm to you!" Max yelled in rage.

"In more or less the same words. We actually have a natural born mutant with the same super strength as you. We'd like to see what happens when a natural and a rewrite have a baby. Will it be strong? Will it be extra strong? Will the mutant abilities carry over at all? It's all very exciting research. Perhaps the baby will simply die off soon inside you as your rewrite body fights natural mutant genetics."

The doctor's statement enraged Max and she tensed her body against her restraints with all the might she could muster in her drugged state. A few of her straps popped and let go under the stress, but there were many more to make up for the loss. The doctor was temporarily startled and took a step back for good measure.

"Well, looks like you still have some fight in you," he said. "You'd better be careful or your super strength might cause undue strain on the baby."

Max immediately stopped her struggle and feared for the life of her unborn child.

"Such a good mommy you are," Fresker taunted. "Here, before I go, I'll give you something pleasant to listen to."

Fresker grabbed a tube of a cold clear gel. The temperature stung and annoyed as it touched Max's body but was soon erased by a startling sound; Fresker had placed a heartbeat sensor belt on Max's belly, amplifying the sound of a quick, steady heartbeat. The sound of the beating immediately made Max silently cry, but for what reason she wasn't sure.