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After another ten minutes of walking, they finally reached a large door in the side of the corridor with two men seated outside. They stood, opening the door for Sutton and East. Inside were a dozen people, women, young girls and boys. It took East a moment to adjust his eyes.

“Okay. So you’re selling flesh. I already knew that,” said East with noticeable disdain.

“Not just any flesh,” smirked Sutton. “I’m selling the cream of the crop. Most of these are untouched and highly desirable.”

“These? They’re not objects. They’re humans,” he frowned.

“When did you get so fucking pious? Saint East. Is that what we’re calling you now?”

“That’s a kid over there, and there. They’re fucking kids! I like a woman in my bed just as much as the next guy, but not a kid. Never a kid.”

Sutton started laughing at him, and East wanted to punch him on the nose. The bastard was definitely trafficking women and children.

“You find that funny?”

“I think you’re fucking hilarious. Your reaction is exactly what I hope everyone else’s reaction is. I’m not trafficking women and children. That’s what I want others to think.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Simple. I’m collecting geniuses.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“He’s what?” echoed the room of people.

“He’s kidnapped women and children mostly. But they’re geniuses. They’re all geniuses. Mensa all the way. He’s got them working on ways to use the biochemical weapon we removed, and he’s forcing them to improve the AI program that he stole from Rivera’s brother.”

“Jesus, what for?” asked Cowboy.

“The kids are being asked to create recording devices that can tap into the phones of everyone at the White House, Pentagon, Langley, anywhere that he needs the voices of the top leaders. Once he has that, he can create AI programs that will fool anyone.”

“What is he planning to do with it?” asked Brooke.

“He plans on selling it to whoever might find it useful. We’ll be completely defenseless, totally with our pants down and our assess shining to the rest of the world.”

“They’d have to get rid of everyone at the top and replace them, and even then, they couldn’t guarantee that the next group wouldn’t be in the same boat,” said Liffey.

“Exactly. Sutton thinks that one of the kids can take recordings from news programs, Senate hearings, that kind of shit, and duplicate them. He said this kid was doing something similar in his middle school.”

“Middle school?” frowned Matt. “I was trying to get Regina Carvin to kiss me in middle school.”

“Well, that was admirable,” smirked East.

“We need to get those kids out of there,” said Eazee. “Can we get in without him seeing us?”

“I don’t think so. There’s only one way in, and it’s the shed in the backyard. If my step count was correct, the room that they’re in lies directly beneath Highway 62.”

“That’s a busy main highway,” frowned Bogey. “If we blew that, people would be coming at us from every direction. There’s no way to get it open and the kids and women out.”

“No, but I did get them a message,” said East. “I took a chance that if they were all geniuses, then hopefully they knew sign language. And they did. I told them I was there to help and whatever they did, not to give him the answers he wanted.”

“Jesus, that was risky, East,” frowned Liffey.

“I know, but it paid off. The little girl signed back, ‘do you think we’re idiots?’” He chuckled, smirking at the moment she’d signed to him. “I think we need to find out from Thomas and the other geniuses if there is any record of these kids gone missing. The women as well.”

“Geniuses. Someone is missing a few eggheads, and I know where to find them,” said Eazee. “What happened with Rivera?”

“About what we expected, other than he owns one of our bikes,” smirked Mo.

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