She glanced around for Marius but guessed that he bailed as soon as he could. “Thank you for your time,” she said to Titus. She watched as they nodded to one another. “Are you going to take it?” Sol asked once they started to walk down the hall. “I don’t know really.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Don’t you need a job?” Titus opened the door for her, and she stifled a smile. Maybe her complaints hadn’t fallen on deaf ears. “I do need a job, but I want the right job.” Sol walked quietly next to her for some time before talking again. “We are still learning,” he whispered. They stopped outside her door. “Our time in the facility was…” A pained look flashed on his face. “It was just males around us. The only time we saw women was when we were supposed to couple.” His face flushed at the mention of their activities. “We were trained to be fighting, killing machines. Things like emotions don’t fit in, and ranking is everything.”
