Danni looked down where the station chief had been. There was a tiny baby, maybe a year old, swaddled in a tight blanket. Who’s baby was that? Was that her baby? Her maternal instincts were in overdrive. Of course that’s my baby, she thought. She heaved the infant up into her arms and delicately freed on of her massive mammories. She rested the child on her very pregnant belly and smiled as it latched onto her nipple and began to feed.
She thought of the man she had bright in. Who was he? Had the camera changed him into a criminal just as it had temporarily made her baby into a station chief? He was probably being interrogated. Had he also been her baby? That sounded right.
I need to save my baby! she thought. Right now! She burst out of the room and was confronted with two armed guards. “Drop the baby!” they demanded.
“No!” She shrieked. “Never.” She fired off a dozen rounds of camera clicks, overwhelming their defenses. When all was done there was a two seater stroller and another infant. “My baby?” Danni wondered? “Oh of course it’s my baby.” She settled the two infants into the stroller and pushed it into the hall towards the interrogation room. She needed to save her other baby. She was determined.
Scraps of her old life gave her enough information to make her way to the interrogation room. Budget cutbacks had left the Agency understaffed so she was not noticed until she got there. She looked through the one way glass into the room and saw Emile being questioned by two goons in suits.
“They’re torturing my baby! I need to do something. She rushed in and unleashed a dozen blasts of the camera. After all was said and done she found...