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rang out.
    “Yes, Sir,” he responded after a quick survey of the cells in the room.
      There was more talking from outside their room that Sienna could not hear what was being said only that voices were conversing. 
    “One of Lt. Walker’s group was taken. A lab worker,” the colonel’s voice informed them.
    “Why was he screaming, sir?” the major called back.
    “We don’t know. We just don’t know.”
      A few hours later the little green aliens brought around shallow pans they pushed through the slot in the bottom of the door. The pan contained chunks of a substance that looked gray and brick like. No one moved.
    “Food you think?” Natalie raised an eyebrow.
      Scurrying sounds caused them to turn and see the furry orange tentacled creature move out of the corner for the first time. It peered into the pan and chose two chunks of the grey stuff and scurried back to the corner. The creature began to chew on one of the blocks.
      “Food,” Sienna agreed laughing softly. She walked to the pan and picked it up. She carried it to the four women who had chosen to sit away from Ashaa.  They each chose a piece. She then walked to Private Jennings where he sat sulking not far from the women. He was sporting one very black eye and serious looking bruise on his jaw and cheek from Ashaa’s foot. He glared at her and took two pieces. She simply smiled and walked away from him. She smiled knowing he was still trying to figure out how SHE didn’t have a black eye or bruises. She’d never tell him and she noticed the other women were also trying not to have anything to do with him so they evidently hadn’t told either. Back at her group everyone chose a piece and Taylor and Jasmine passed out the water bottles they had refilled from the tap in wall while Sienna had passed the pan around. 
    “Ugh,” Natalie commented. “It tastes like really dry overcooked oatmeal.”
      Sienna wrinkled her nose but bit into the chunk anyway. She was hungry.
    “I miss the suPonicks,” Rose lamented. “At least the food was pretty good.”
    “I second that,” Samantha said as she chewed on her chunk. Everyone decided to eat a second and Samantha asked the other group of women if they wanted a second piece as there seemed to be plenty. One of the women came over and extracted four more pieces eyeing Ashaa warily as she did. She went back to her group quickly.
    “Why are they afraid of you?” Blanca rudely blurted out.
      Ashaa smiled, “They have seen things done to me that would have killed a human easily and didn’t affect me or simply injured me in a way that I recovered from. It makes them afraid I guess.”
    “Like what?”
    “Blanca!” Sienna chastised.
    “It’s alright, Sienna,” Ashaa replied. “I once was subjected to 100,000 volts of electricity and it didn’t even make me flinch. It takes something like a beheading or bleeding to death to kill one of the hybrids like myself.” The women gaped at her.
    “How many of you were at the base when we were taken?” asked Jasmine.
    “Only one. Dr. Westing was only allowed to grow one of us at time from the frozen embryos,” Ashaa replied.
    “Where did they get the Alien part of you?” Rose wanted to know.
    “Roswell, stupid,” Blanca taunted.
    “Actually, no, the craft crashed on a small uninhabited island in the Pacific near Guam in 1973,” Ashaa supplied.
    Rose grinned at Blanca and stuck her tongue out at her.
    “Were there any survivors?” Jasmine asked.
    “Yes, one survived only a few days but the other lived several years after the military rescued them from the island. He was killed trying to escape,” Ashaa said softly. “His name was Usholt. His DNA was used to create me.”
    “So he was your father,” Rose said sadly.
    “I suppose you could call him that but I didn’t know him. He had been dead long before I was created.”
    “How old are you?” Rose queried.
    “I am twenty one years of age. They pretty much know what will