Book: The Orphan Factory (The Orphan Trilogy Book 2) by James & Lance Morcancategories: Book, Conspiracy, Spy Novel, Espionage, Sci-Fi, Young Adult, Conspiracy Theories, Science Fiction, Assassins, Intelligence Operatives, Action Thriller
Lance Morcanabout this book: As this book's blurb advises, The Orphan Factory is a prequel to The Ninth Orphan, book one in the series. It explains how Nine, the ninth-born orphan, and his fellow genetically superior orphans came by the incredible traits that enabled them to excel in the murky world of clandestine intelligence agencies.
The prologue sets the scene. Here's an excerpt…
An old vagrant hummed tunelessly to himself as he warmed his bony hands over a fire he'd lit minutes earlier in a drum long since blackened by perhaps a hundred such fires. Certainly more fires than he, or any of his street cronies, could remember. He stopped humming when, across a busy thoroughfare, a gravel-voiced busker began reciting poetry.
"Stormy, husky, brawling," the busker rumbled. "City of the big shoulders." He was reciting verse from the works of hometown poet-made-good, Carl Sandburg. The poem was appropriately titled Chicago. "Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning." The busker, a long-haired Vietnam veteran whose only concession to his military past was his VSM service medal which he still wore with pride, looked directly at the old vagrant opposite.
The vagrant imagined the busker smiled at him, though he couldn't be sure in the fading early evening light. Even so, he flashed a toothless grin in the other's direction.
Soon, the old man was joined by half a dozen street pals. All homeless like him, they appeared like disheveled ghosts out of the shadows, attracted partly by the warmth of the fire and partly by the busker. They listened intently to the poet's words that flowed effortlessly from the busker's mouth. Words that painted images so vivid in their minds it was as if the men were watching a kaleidoscope of their own youth.
"Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth," the busker continued. "Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs."
Several passersby paused to listen, but none bothered to drop a donation into the hat that lay at the busker's feet. Finally, as the busker finished his recital, a business executive threw a quarter into the hat without breaking stride. Encouraged, the busker launched into another Sandburg poem.
Listening to the busker delivering further verses about his beloved Windy City, the old vagrant couldn't help but note the irony: there wasn't a breath of wind on this still Chicago evening.
The vagrant's parents had always assured him the city's misleading nickname had nothing to do with the weather. His mother had insisted the Windy City label came from the longwinded speeches given by the city's Nineteenth Century politicians, while his father claimed the moniker had been mischievously bestowed by competitive New Yorkers in their attempt to win the World Trade Fair of 1893.
To add to the contradictions, even though it was February, it was an unusually mild winter's evening. The vagrants gathered around the fire warming their hands did so more out of habit than necessity on this occasion.
Chicago's streets were busy and the mood downtown was fairly upbeat. President Jimmy Carter was due to visit the city and greater Illinois the following day. Word had spread: the President would be here soon, and come hell or high water he was going to receive a right, royal Illinois welcome.
As Chicagoans went about their business, hurrying home after a long day at the office or heading out to sample the city's nightlife, none were remotely aware of the sinister, Nazi-like experiment taking place virtually under their noses.
Despite the experiment's seventy five million dollar price tag, only a select few knew about it. Those in the know did not include the city's Mayor or any state politicians; at Federal level, not even the President knew about it.
The experiment was taking place in a laboratory in the concealed basement of a renovated warehouse just off North Michigan Avenue. Seven pregnant women were in various stages of labor in the lab that served as a makeshift maternity hospital.
Like some Orwellian nightmare, the women were giving birth in clockwork-like fashion, almost in unison.
Small teams comprised of doctors and white-coated geneticists assisted the women. A specialist induced latecomers. In the lab's far corner, two suited men looked on expectantly.
The numerous personnel in attendance were all in the employ of the Omega Agency, a recently formed and highly secretive outfit which would one day become the world's most powerful shadow organization.
Supervising the eerie experiment was Omega's own Doctor Frankenstein – better known as Doctor Pedemont, the brilliant biomedical scientist responsible for the radical science behind it. Over the past few years, with the help of his team of geneticists, Doctor Pedemont had painstakingly selected the fetus' genes from thousands of sperm donations combined with the genes of his female subjects. The donations had come from another medical experiment referred to as the Genius Sperm Bank.
The motivation behind the Genius Sperm Bank, which had been initiated over a decade earlier, was to advance the breeding of super-intelligent people. The bank was stocked full of semen donations solicited from many of the world's most intelligent men.
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