“There’s a solid group up in New Jersey, and another down in North Carolina. The ones in the northeast have a doctor on staff, and he helps Circs adjust and figure out how to deal with their new lives.”
“Did they help you?”
“They helped the guys. I came along after. I met Doc and the others. Doc’s a sweetheart, and the Circs are great people. The men are ex-Marines, now mated up with female Circs and having babies. But they have a lot of friends in the government, and frankly, I don’t trust the government any more. The original Circ strain started with them, so no thanks.”
“It did?”
Bailey gave Kennedy the rundown on Dr. Elliot Pearl, the initial creator of EL12, the first Circe Serum. About how few military volunteers survived the attempt to turn them into supersoldiers, and how the doctor had gone off the rails, creating mutants and rogues after the government had shut down his lab. “So while Doc and his guys clean up Pearl’s messes, which continue to show up all over the globe, we decided to clean up Lang and the mess he made. And by mess, I don’t mean us.” Bailey grinned. “We run a private security firm, and we’re starting to get business. Once Lang is gone, we’ll get back to using our abilities to provide security for people who need it. It’s legitimate work, and it feels good to use our abilities to help others.”
“Wow. How did you guys get started?”
“That’s a long story. I’ll just tell you we started by getting rid of Amelia Norton, one of Lang’s financers and a very, very bad person. She’s dead, and we cleaned her out. A little something for our pain and suffering.” Bailey smiled with satisfaction. “We’re talking millions.”
