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Chapter 1

McGee's POV

McGee wasn't always McGee. It almost seemed wrong to him to be called that all the time, especially when there was once a time when he didn't have a last name at all.

He'd been given a first name, as had all the others, but never a last name. McGee often thought that they only gave them names because they couldn't keep track of them as easily. They had been called Subject Number 1, 2, 3,4, etc. in the beginning, but there grew to be too many of them, and so they were given names.

They had been trained to be assassins, warriors, and soldiers.

McGee knew he had been made in a petri dish, just like all the others like him. They were designed to be genetically altered superhumans, but McGee didn't know if they really should be called anything with the word 'human' in it.

McGee had to train himself to flinch when Gibbs head-smacked him. While in the DOGASH, or the Division of Genetically Altered Super Humans, he had been trained that contact equaled pain, but to not react to it.

Showing pain was a weakness. A weakness his species wasn't allowed to have.

McGee wanted nothing more than to leave his past behind him, but sometimes, fate has other ideas.

Little did he know, that it was all going to change very soon, and that his kind would start to fight back, and that it would all start the day he saw Roslyn again.