Title: Project CM12 Meet Project QS9300

Author: HigherSpectrum (Dierdre)

Disclaimer: I do not own "The Invisible Man", or it's characters as well as I do not own Replica or it's characters. Sometimes I wish I did though. :)

Project CM12,Meet Project QS9300

Part 1
Who's Amy?
Some anonymous person from an old math book said, 'Someone who doesn't make mistakes, usually makes nothing else either', Now, I found someone who never made any mistakes, but she also made a whole lot of trouble...

"I don't understand it." Amy Candler's mother said. "Why can't you keep your talents under control? It's dangerous, you know that." Amy's mother, Nancy, was pacing about the room. They had had this talk before, none of the times had it gone through.
"I know mom, but when I'm not thinking about it, it just seems to happen." Amy said. Now, to you this might seem like a very weird conversation. But if you weren't listening to it very well, it might seem like just a mother daughter argument.
"It's okay, Amy, you're just human..." she said. Amy looked at her.
"I'm more than just that." She said. She looked to the floor. " I wish I could just hand myself in to them and let them do what they want to." She said. She had several times, and each time her mom came rushing to her side.
"Don't talk like that." She said again, "It's not right, what they want to do, they want to create a superior race." She stroked her daughter's hair. She didn't need this, it was hard enough just being the way she was. Amy broke free and ran upstairs. She ran to her computer and went online. Everyday it was the same, go to the same places. She wasn't expecting mail, she never did, but it was there in her inbox, another note from Mr. Devon:
It is to your best interest that you refrain from demonstrating your talents in public...
You know you are in danger.
It stated what she already knew. Why did he keep bothering her? She wished she could access his e-mail so she could send him vague notes. That would really show him how it was with her. Then she looked at the date, it was old. The same email was repeating itself over and over, by who, she didn't know. But it wasn't Mr. Devon.
Want to know what's happening? About 3 months ago, Amy Candler discovered that she was a clone. That there were 11 other 'hers' all over the world. Why? 12 years before that, scientists began experimenting by combining human genes with mass talent and immunity and so on, to create those clones. The project was called project Crescent Moon 12. They were the perfect children. Literally. When the scientists found out that this experiments true purpose was to create a master race, they burnt down the lab they were working in. But they didn't kill the 12 Amys. The 'evil' organization is still looking for her. Getting closer everyday. She has to be very careful who she tells her secret to, they could be one of them.
Amy had found out who she was when she could suddenly do things better than anyone else. That was besides her recurring nightmare of the night she was almost left in the lab while it was burned. She could solve math problems in a snap, and those were the ones that usually took four steps. She had worked out the mystery of where she was 'born' and who had 'delivered' her. He had been the head scientist and he was dead now because of her. And it didn't get any better.

"What's Devon doing to stop her?" the official said into the phone. The person on the other line said something.
" I know the effects are taking place, but what is he doing?" there was another pause. The Official took out files on project CM12 and began looking through them.
"Oh, I see, but project CM12 does not need my attention. I'm not taking the risk, deal with it on your own." He said and hung up the phone. Darien had been walking down the hallway to hear the last bit of the conversation. Project CM12? How many experiments was this agency in on? He was about to open the door, then stopped. Why couldn't he investigate on his own? He walked off down the hallway again with an idea in mind.
The Official looked down the hallway. Eberts stretched out of the doorway as well.
"Do you think he heard us?" the official asked. There was little concern on his face.
"Most probably, sir." Eberts replied. The Official frowned and walked back into his office.
"Tell Claire to search her safe and drawer in the morning." He said. Eberts nodded.
It was nighttime, guess what Darien was doing? He wasn't exactly going to take the files, just get a name involved with it. This way he could do something to search for the name. This way there wasn't much to blame him for. It even spared him from too much of a lecture from the Keeper.
He knew the Official wouldn't hide files in his room, it would be too obvious. The Keeper's safe was the most probable site. Or maybe that little drawer thing from the 'lizard button'. Either way, he went to the Keeper's lab.
He tried the 'lizard button' first. When he pressed it, nothing happened. He pressed it again, and nothing happened. He had to get the drawer to open before he could assume that it wasn't in there. He hit the side of the drawer, and it popped out. He shuffled through the papers to see one of them say Project CM12.
He figured out that CM12 stood for Crescent Moon 12. The only names he had picked up during the whole thing was 'AMY' which he assumed stood for something and 'Devon'. One name was enough, he didn't need to have a whole essay. Satisfied with the information he had, he walked off down the hallway and out of the building.
Darien managed to get up early the next day after going to sleep around 12:00 am in the morning. During this time he figured he could get a little more info than zilch about Devon.

Amy was also up early this morning posting info on the net for finding her other clones. Her next note was straight out...no hesitation:
To any Amy out there,
Have you ever wondered about that strange birthmark on your back that looks like a crescent? Have you done surprisingly well in things you haven't even taken a lesson in? Do you have someone following you who is only known as Mr. Devon? Have you ever considered that you might be a clone? E-mail me if this description fits you.
Who knew? Maybe she'd have someone interested by the end of the day. Maybe, someone would know something about project CM12. Or Maybe, she'd attract someone from the evil agency.

Darien set out to find newspaper stories, magazine articles, or anything about the guy called Mr. Devon. He figured that Devon couldn't be a first name, it didn't sound right, so he made it the last name. Trial and Error, if it didn't work, he could just try Devon.
Maybe, if some of the experiments he did weren't secret, he could find him curing some disease or something. All searches proved that there was no such name. Even the phone book didn't list this mysterious guy. What if it wasn't even his real name? Well, it figured. He had been on the Internet for the last hour and it was getting close to the time to get to the agency. He conducted a last search. This time under a category called : Message Board Posts.
2 matches were found. One of them had to do with Devona Ricken's first car, from an excited mother in Missouri on a board called 'The Firsts'. The second one was entirely different. It was the message from Amy Candler... trying to find her other clones.

Amy droned along in school, not having to pay any attention at all. Her mind automatically picked up useful information and stored it in her memory. She wondered who's special talent it was to do that and realized she was sort of a thief. She was taking other people's talents and using them herself. The thought made her uncomfortable. After all, robbing was when you took something, right?

The Keeper had known about last night when Darien had been in her lab. How couldn't she? His hit against the drawer left a little indentation. She made her assumption known when Darien walked into her lab the next day. If he knew nothing, the words wouldn't stop him for getting what he came fort.
"So now you know about project CM12. That means you have to help keep her under control now." Darien stopped, he really hadn't found out that much yet. He had only left a message for some girl online. With luck she'd find it before he came home from the agency.
"Who's 'her'?" Darien asked. Maybe he could find out more from Claire. If she did something special, why wasn't she here at the agency? Or was Claire just kidding him? More questions sprang to his mind, but he patiently listened to the Keeper's response.
"I guess you didn't find out that much, maybe I shouldn't tell you anymore and move the files so you can wonder some more." She said. Darien's eyes widened.
"Noooo, please, tell me who she is! I promise I'll go after her like a good secret agent!" he whined. The Keeper smirked.
"I'll ask the Official to get Hobbes, he's off on the other floor." She said. She walked off in the direction of the Official's office. Darien frowned.
"Doing what? Hey, wait!" he ran to catch up to her. She stopped and turned around to watch him.

"First, I want to know more about Project CM12."

Note from the author- Oops, I made a mistake when I first wrote this, I have changed the above slightly so it now fits the story. Thank you.