gentle squeeze, she clutched his in return, grateful that he was there.
Dr. Mussberger drew in a shaky breath and looked over at Amun. At Amun’s nod, the doctor cleared his throat.
“We were given two different types of DNA and told to try and see what it would create. It created Alph—” Dr. Mussberger stopped at the dark look Mikal gave him when he started to call her Alpha Two.
“Her name is Chance,” Mikal said between gritted teeth.
Dr. Mussberger nodded his head quickly and rushed on.
“It created the first one. The male called Alpha One. Of the two types of DNA we were given, there was only one kind of one, but multiple different ones of the other. Because of this, we were able to create different . . . people who weren’t all from the same genes.” Dr. Mussberger said nervously.
“Go on,” Mikal said calmly.
“We discovered that their bodies are saturated with copper, iron, and other trace elements more than 10 times that of humans. We found that it’s the levels in their bodies that allow them to utilize energy. The drug we created to subdue them indcues a super chelation,” Dr. Mussberger explained.
“It destroys all of the elements in the bloodstream, which completely disrupts their energy balance and neutralizes their abilities—but only for a short time. Even with multiple doses, it only lasts for about an hour before their bodies rapidly reproduce the elements they need.”
Mikal wasn’t as surprised as his siblings about the heavy levels of elements in his body. Dr. Rostovic discovered the same a long time ago and had come to the same conclusion. What had surprised him was that there was a drug that could disrupt his ability to use energy.
“How did you discover the drug?” Amun asked curiously.
Dr. Mussberger turned to the alien doctor. He’d already begun to consider Amun as more of a colleague because they could speak on the same level.
“It was an accident, really. The Canadians created a new drug for chelating patients with heavy metal toxicity. It didn’t have the side effects or dangers of the traditionally-used medicines. I was reading about it in a medical journal when I began to wonder if it would work on them,” he admitted to Amun with a thread of excitement.
Using his hands, Dr. Mussberger began to talk animatedly to Amun, as if looking for him to approve of his thought process and accomplishments.
“It only took a few attempts to vary the dose enough to make it work, but no matter how high the dose, the body doesn’t seem to recognize it. Once the drug destroys the metals in the bloodstream, the drug is rendered ineffective, and their metabolisms rapidly excrete it through the pores. Then their bodies replicate the missing elements from the bloodstream so quickly that within an hour they are back at full power,” Dr. Mussberger said with excitement.
“What DNA did you use to create them?” Mikal asked, angry at the doctor’s enthusiasm.
Dr. Mussberger turned to Mikal.
“We were told that one was from core samples taken in the Antarctic. Somehow, they hit upon a body with DNA like we’d never seen before. The other DNA was multiple samples from another hybrid species that another government division found after World War II,” he admitted, swallowing hard when he heard muttered curses from around him.
The siblings knew those hybrids were Fiorn’s people who had been held captive and tortured by the Nazi scientists before being transferred to labs controlled by the US government. So Chance was definitely one of their hybrids, like Mikal himself. It was the other DNA that they weren’t sure of.
“Did they know anything about the DNA retrieved from the core sample?” Mikal asked in frustration.
They’d only kept the idiot alive because he was supposed to help them, and so far he wasn’t doing anything but telling Mikal what he already knew.
Dr. Mussberger nodded his head.
“The archeologists knew a lot . . . but I don’t remember too much
Dr. Mussberger drew in a shaky breath and looked over at Amun. At Amun’s nod, the doctor cleared his throat.
“We were given two different types of DNA and told to try and see what it would create. It created Alph—” Dr. Mussberger stopped at the dark look Mikal gave him when he started to call her Alpha Two.
“Her name is Chance,” Mikal said between gritted teeth.
Dr. Mussberger nodded his head quickly and rushed on.
“It created the first one. The male called Alpha One. Of the two types of DNA we were given, there was only one kind of one, but multiple different ones of the other. Because of this, we were able to create different . . . people who weren’t all from the same genes.” Dr. Mussberger said nervously.
“Go on,” Mikal said calmly.
“We discovered that their bodies are saturated with copper, iron, and other trace elements more than 10 times that of humans. We found that it’s the levels in their bodies that allow them to utilize energy. The drug we created to subdue them indcues a super chelation,” Dr. Mussberger explained.
“It destroys all of the elements in the bloodstream, which completely disrupts their energy balance and neutralizes their abilities—but only for a short time. Even with multiple doses, it only lasts for about an hour before their bodies rapidly reproduce the elements they need.”
Mikal wasn’t as surprised as his siblings about the heavy levels of elements in his body. Dr. Rostovic discovered the same a long time ago and had come to the same conclusion. What had surprised him was that there was a drug that could disrupt his ability to use energy.
“How did you discover the drug?” Amun asked curiously.
Dr. Mussberger turned to the alien doctor. He’d already begun to consider Amun as more of a colleague because they could speak on the same level.
“It was an accident, really. The Canadians created a new drug for chelating patients with heavy metal toxicity. It didn’t have the side effects or dangers of the traditionally-used medicines. I was reading about it in a medical journal when I began to wonder if it would work on them,” he admitted to Amun with a thread of excitement.
Using his hands, Dr. Mussberger began to talk animatedly to Amun, as if looking for him to approve of his thought process and accomplishments.
“It only took a few attempts to vary the dose enough to make it work, but no matter how high the dose, the body doesn’t seem to recognize it. Once the drug destroys the metals in the bloodstream, the drug is rendered ineffective, and their metabolisms rapidly excrete it through the pores. Then their bodies replicate the missing elements from the bloodstream so quickly that within an hour they are back at full power,” Dr. Mussberger said with excitement.
“What DNA did you use to create them?” Mikal asked, angry at the doctor’s enthusiasm.
Dr. Mussberger turned to Mikal.
“We were told that one was from core samples taken in the Antarctic. Somehow, they hit upon a body with DNA like we’d never seen before. The other DNA was multiple samples from another hybrid species that another government division found after World War II,” he admitted, swallowing hard when he heard muttered curses from around him.
The siblings knew those hybrids were Fiorn’s people who had been held captive and tortured by the Nazi scientists before being transferred to labs controlled by the US government. So Chance was definitely one of their hybrids, like Mikal himself. It was the other DNA that they weren’t sure of.
“Did they know anything about the DNA retrieved from the core sample?” Mikal asked in frustration.
They’d only kept the idiot alive because he was supposed to help them, and so far he wasn’t doing anything but telling Mikal what he already knew.
Dr. Mussberger nodded his head.
“The archeologists knew a lot . . . but I don’t remember too much
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