Relda glanced at the time and date feature of the communication system as she rocked Tayla. She propped up a bottle, and in her mind recounted recent life. Twenty months had passed since their capture, and since the twins were implanted. A mechanical hum jolted her alert.
"Relda," a baritone voice said.
His voice boomed like his father's did, and it always took Relda by surprise; it was no longer the crackly voice of a teenager. He was eighteen. A man.
"We're ready," Raylay said.
Relda clutched Tayla to her chest and looked to Raylay. Ty joined him in the doorway.
"Ship is loaded," Ty said, "and we have release documents."
Raylay waved his viewing screen.
"Well, if you'll help me with the girls," she negotiated. "The older ones are getting Ozla and Klea ready. It's just the quints."
Ty had already scooped up Asia from the little girls' playpod. Raylay took Noah and Shilah. Relda grasped Tayla in one arm and grabbed Bria with the other.