Sorry for being away so long. Life got in the way. And also sorry that there is, as of yet, not CH 2 for FEAR: Awakening. Somethings need to be cleaned up and taken care of first though if it's going to have everything I want in it AND run smoothly. Sorry for the wait. In the meant time, here is a little bit from another fic I'm doing.

This story will revolve around some of the first replica clones, clones which will make an appearance of sorts in FEAR: Awakening, as well as Charles Habegger (because I just thought that guy was neat for some reason). This story will make references to some of the other FEAR fan fics I'm writing as well. Forewarning, there may be some time line screw ups regarding which projects in the game were started when. With all the changes of hand the game series has undergone, I feel some of the information on certain background plot items has suffered, not all of it, just pieces here and there. Add this to the fact that not all of the projects mentioned in the game have a date as to when exactly they were started and branching out and fiddling with plausible background stories becomes darn near impossible. That being said, I'm going to do the best I can in making things accurate as far as the game's history and what not goes (with a few exceptions) but mistakes may be made. Also, I'm not a doctor, I don't know if some of these things are even possible. But this is FEAR we're talking about, so if mistakes are made, please take them with a grain of science fiction salt lol.

In any event, here is When Good Men Do Nothing! It will likely be shorter then the others, but hopefully just as good. Please read, review, but most of all, enjoy!


"This can't be happening…," he breathed.

He was trying to forget…He was trying so hard to forget…

"I can't explain it either, Chuck," Harlan said with a sigh. "The timing…it's worrisome, to say the least."

Charles Habegger sighed again. "I can't believe this…Have you checked the tapes?"

"Watched them myself," Harlan said, his eyes never leaving the vat. "They split the moment the first body hit the floor."

"Two?"

Harland nodded. "Two. Not counting the other project. Three total. Hadn't anticipated that."

"I can't believe this…I can't fucking believe this…," he said as he slumped down in a nearby chair, at long last looking up at the vat that contained Armacham's latest monstrosity. "First clone, AR-1, already showing worrisome signs…and now this? This? Fucking…twins?"

Harlan cleared his throat, removing his glasses to clean them, as was his usual tick. "Clearly Armacham's cloning division still has a few kinks to work out," he said flatly. "There was mention of addressing such issues in the next project."

"No shit?" Chuck snorted. "AR-1's been out how long?"

Harlan returned his glasses to their proper place and glanced at his watch. "Seventeen hours, and fifteen minutes as of this moment…"

"And what are his read outs?"

"You know the researchers would scream if they heard you say that."

"And they can kiss my ass," Chuck scoffed. "What are his read outs?"

Harlan smirked. "Not what they were hoping for," he said dryly, "which is exactly what I remember us telling them when they proposed we try to make the army out of another genetic cocktail."

Chuck laughed. "We told them a lot of things, Harlan," he said with a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. "They have yet to listen to a damn thing we've said either."

"No…no they haven't…" he said shaking his head. "At least, not to the things they should have…"

Chuck got up from his seat and walked over to the vat, now containing two. His brain still couldn't grasp it. Call it paranoia, but things were getting a bit too coincidental around the lab as of late.

He sighed heavily again. "Twins…" he echoed. "Fucking twins…"

Silence crept into the room, looming over the two men until Chuck at last turned to Harlan, uncertainty written across his face. "What now?" he asked.

"You're asking me?" he laughed bitterly. "We've seen what a fine mess I've made. Seven good men are dead because of me. I pushed that boy over the edge, and now look what he's done?"

Chuck opened his mouth to speak but Harlan cut him off.

"Don't," he said quietly. "Just…don't…"

Frustration rising, he realized that perhaps Paxton wasn't the only thing that had snapped today. Chuck breathed heavily out his nose, air hissing as he did, noting his anger. He turned back to the vat. "Has the board reached a decision as far as what's going to happen to these two?" he inquired, changing the subject quickly before tempers started to flare.

"Meeting's tomorrow morning," Harlan replied flatly. "Though I suspect we know the answer. They'll want to see how these two develop, want to know what else they did wrong so the next batch will be better."

Chuck's skinned crawled at the thought. "Just what this world needs," he thought, "more little monsters running around in dark, underground corridors, waiting to get out."

"Think we should flush them?"

Harlan laughed sharply, frightening Chuck, nearly making him jump. "They split at the moment of synchronicity…What do you think?"

"…Point."

"No fuck…"

There was another pause before Harlan spoke again. "Go home, Chuck, go home to your wife, try to forget this happened," he sighed.

Chuck laughed bitterly and it was Harlan's turn to raise a quizzical brow. "Liz left me months ago," he said suddenly, no expression on his face.

Harlan observed him for a moment, noting the blank expression before responding. "Chuck…why didn't you…?"

"What's the point? She's better off anyways. Doesn't have to get caught up in the fallout of all of…this," he said with a motion of his hand to the rest of the lab.

Harlan stood quietly for a moment, considering his friend's words before clearing his throat awkwardly. "Well, get some rest then. I need you to help me try to beat some sense into these idiots tomorrow morning, need to prepare a brief."

"I got your fucking brief," Chuck scoffed, "put that fucking security tape on fucking loop. There's your fucking brief."

Harlan smirked slightly but shook his head. "If only that were enough," he sighed.

"Yeah…if only…" Chuck sighed as he stole one last glance at the vat before they sealed the lab up for the night.