A Special Assignment From The Higher-ups.

"Check your armband, 12, It should be coming in now." Unam says.

Every Subject in the complex has an armband like yours, these days. They started issuing them to you last year. It's a simple band of metal locked snugly around your wrist. It has a small L.E.D. display that relays messages.
With a small *Ping!* it lights up and reads, "SUBJECT NO: 12/PROCEED TO LEVEL. 44/HANDLER REKIN WILL ASSIST"
"Ooh, lucky girl! Those are the breeding labs!" Unam says.
Huh. You wonder what you did to get that?

When you step off of the lift, the hustle and bustle of the main breeding hub overwhelms you. It's a big circular room with high ceilings. There are various doors all around the room, leading to different labs, you suppose. At the center of room, a big circular reception desk sits, with a secretary behind it.
All around the room, various Handlers and Doctors hurry about, furthering the cause of science with every step.
Many of them are accompanied by Subjects just like you.
Most subjects look very similar to each other, (What with you lot being clones and all,) Short dark hair, Olive coloured skin and modest proportions.
Well, some of these girls are more than a little modest in that department. They are sporting big pregnant bellies, Their bodies swollen with the children of scientific progress!
One girl catches your eye. She's being led along by a hunky Doctor hold in a leash clipped to her collar. They keep a steady pace but she's having trouble, being so far along.
Man, are you jealous...

You spot someone near the lift.
A Handler who's smoking a cigarette near the lift, an older man with "REKIN" printed on the right breast of his blue jumpsuit.
Just the man you are here to see!
You approach him. Knowing better that to speak without spoken too, you stand at attention in front of him. Back straight, breasts on display, hands clasped in front. Perfect.
He sniffs and looks down at you.
"Oh, hey, are you the asset?" He says, a notable grit in his voice.
"Yes sir!" You say with pep, pushing out your neck so he can check your collar.
He roughly paws at your neck muttering, "Yep, That's the one..."

He looks around the room and then down at his watch.
"Yeah, okay, should be fine..."
"Sir?" You say. You hope that doesn't step past your bounds.
"Hey, Sub, Get on your knees..."