Drok'ti opened his eyes and had to squint against the bright light that invaded his eyes and seemed to stab into his brain. He sat up and looked around trying to remember what had happened to him and to establish his location. It took him a few minutes to remember what had transpired. Clarity came to him and he stood up and growled at the empty room. He had to get out of here and save Strife. She was no doubt in a whole lot of trouble by now. He got so frustrated that she couldn't take care of herself in these situations. Why did he have to baby sit her all the damned time? And why did the demon girl have to get involved? She exacerbated Strife's already frustrating condition.

Drok'ti managed to stand up and, after wavering for a moment, managed to keep his feet without needing to brace himself against the wall. He looked around the cell he was in for a couple minutes and began to formulate a plan. He was interrupted when the door opened and the demon girl scurried in. He growled at her and flared his mandibles.

"You do seem like a pain."

Drok'ti stopped growling and looked at the demon girl. She didn't sound the same at all and something about the way this girl held herself. She was a killer, calm and collected. The demon girl was no such things. This wasn't even her.

"That doesn't matter though. You will behave or I'll hurt you."

"I can handle pain."

"Who said it would be physical?"

Drok'ti scoffed and looked at the girl that resembled his foe.

"You think you can hurt me in any other way?"

"Strife might accidentally die."

Drok'ti's attention was snapped back to her.

"Your master would kill you."

"I don't care. If that's the price I have to pay to cause him grief, then so be it."

"Why do you wish to hurt him?"

"Because that's how I am. I want everyone to suffer. Everyone deserves to suffer."

The door opened once again and a man walked in. He had a gun in one hand and a radio in the other.

"Oh, Mephala, you're already here."

"Yeah."

"Good. Then we can get started sooner. Dash wants to know if there is any way to kill this creature now that Xen has seemingly fortified him against everything. It's almost as if she wishes him to live forever."

"Xen, that. . .failure."

The conversation between them faded out as Drok'ti debated those words in his head. The demon girl. . .did she really turn him into an immortal being? Why would she do that? She has never caused him nothing but trouble, they haven't gotten along since the moment they met. More than once they were going to kill each other. Now his death might be impossible because of his nemesis. The door to his cell suddenly opened and his attention was brought back to reality. Mephala and the man with the gun looked at him for a moment.

"All right. This will go better if you just cooperate with us. Step out of the cell calmly."

Drok'ti decided to let this play out for a moment, at least until he felt he could gain control over the situation. He stepped out and looked at them blankly.

"Now we're going to go for a walk. Don't try anything or I'll let Mephala tear you apart."

The door opened and Drok'ti stepped through it, then looked around.

"To your left."

Drok'ti turned to his left and took a few steps. The demon girl came around the corner just that moment. He frowned and looked over his shoulder at the others.

"D, is that you?"

The girl bared her teeth at Mephala, then the man and leaned against the wall.

"Keep going Yautja."

"So, D, are you going to help us out or just stand there and sulk?"

She didn't say anything, but kept glaring at no one in particular.

"I just can't believe Dash keeps making you all. None of you have ever done anything constructive."

There was a choked gasp and then a thud. Drok'ti turned around and watched as a pool of blood spread around the mans body. He looked at Mephala and frowned.

"What?"

"Lynx told us to help you."

"Lynx? Where is she?"

"She's going to help Strife right now."

The demeanor of the two demon girls had totally changed and now Drok'ti could see Lynx's influence on them. It was unnerving.

"Come on. We have to go meet up with her and you and Strife have to get out of here before this place is destroyed."

"Destroyed? What are you talking about?"

"Lynx wants to get rid of the lab so Dash can't clone her anymore."

"Not to mention she wants to get rid of Dash."

"Did he really create her?"

"Yes. She was supposed to be the only one, but Dash became obsessed with her design when she went rogue. He tried over and over again to make a perfect design, but he was never happy with any of us."

Drok'ti thought of this as total madness. Why would you continue to make something if it failed in the past? It was wrong to toy with the secret of life as well. Drok'ti followed the two clones to a staircase and then began to walk up.

"Lynx is getting close to Strife. We're running out of time, we have to hurry."