<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Donna Fleinwood</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b206f8a-c08e-457f-b96e-c042642e02c5_zpsa927e757.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Donna let the simulation run for the third time now and the result was the same as before. Every reading of the signals they received from the princess indicated that she was out of control. One tiny device in her brain wasn't working correctly and it lead to a shutdown of the system. Why didn't it work properly? Donna had no idea. It seemed to react on the signals it got, but the results weren't as expected. She doubted that it had something to do with her devices, probably something was wrong with Deanna's work. Maybe it did come lose or something like that. Was that even possible? Donna had no idea, but she knew that she had to inform Deanna. And maybe Deanna had to inform the Queen. <span style="font-style: italic">Shit, this may become awkward.</span><br/><br/>Donna took her jacket and left her lab. Deanna would be probably at home right now. She had a surgery last night and may have decided to take a day off today. Donna left the heavily guarded lab and took the underground to the apartment complex were Deanna resided. Apartment complex was kind of an understatement, they all had about 1000 sqm for their personal use and Deanna had even more as the Head of the surgeons. When she left the glider and took the lift to Deanna's loft, she swallowed a lump in her throat. If they would lose the princess it would be a major setback.<br/><br/>She pressed her hand on the plate at the door and she knew that her biometric data was displayed now on the screen in the living area. Two minutes later a young female slave in a transparent gown opened the door for her. The girl was heavily drugged, probably one of Kira's little playmates. She lead her along to the living area, where Deanna and Kira were taking a late breakfast. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Donna, what leads you to our decent home? Come on, sit down and eat something with us. It is easier to talk with a full stomach. Dana, another plate for our guest." </span><br/><br/>Donna watched how Kira's eyes followed the swaying ass of the slave girl, when she walked to the kitchen. Deanna had not looked after the girl. She was looking at Donna and Donna knew that Deanna presumed that something with their latest trials had gone wrong. They were short of perfecting new implants, but they still had minor issues with them periodically. But Donna wasn't here because of those. She dropped the bomb directly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I think we lost control over the princess." </span> <br/><br/>Deanna had dropped the fruit she had on her fork and looked disbelieving at Donna. Losing control over the princess would be really bad. It may make the Queen kill her daughter and then their positive standing they had with the Queen would be gone. And in the worst case it may send them to the arena.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"How? Temporary or permanently?" </span><br/><br/>Donna had now the attention of both women. Kira didn't even look up to the slave when she placed a plate with fruits in front of Donna, her naked, full breasts swinging in the gown.</div>