On the ship
Who knows where on the sea
The next day
Jarod awoke to the sounds of yelling. He sat up and realized that he was in a cell on a ship. His leg was in a soft sort of cast that allowed him to walk on it with out crutches and his chest was rapped tightly in bandages. He got up and went to the door. On the other side he could hear someone talking to Lyle.
"Sir some of the compartments on the ship have flooded. Including Gemini's cell."
"Well put him in another room!"
"Sir the only other room with a lot of security is Jarod's room Sir."
" You mean we have no where else to put him?"
"That is right Sir."
"Fine then put him in Jarod's room but I will hold you responsible if they ever escape. So make sure they don't! Got it?"
"Sir yes Sir!" There was silence for a few minutes and Jarod went over to the corner and sat down which he preferred more than the bed. A few minutes later the door burst open. The sweepers threw Brad into the room and left, glad to be away from him. Brad got up and quickly picked the locks on his handcuffs. After he got them off he turned to Jarod who has playing with the lock on his own cuffs. Jarod noticed him staring and said,
"I'm not that lucky they figured out that I could pick locks a long time ago. These will take me a little longer to get off." Jarod held up his handcuffs that instead of a regular lock on them they had a combination lock that had a total of 1548 different combinations that you could try.
"You said that there was another Gemini?" said Brad
"Yeah. I met up with my dad about a year ago and we figured out that The Center had cloned me. The boy was 15 years old when he found out about him. Together we rescued Gemini. Miss Parker got shot in the back and I got captured in the process. That was about a year ago. I have only seen my dad once since then. The Center won't let us live a life as a normal family," said Jarod still tinkering with the handcuffs.
"My mom and I were always on the move too. Fortunately The Center did not try too hard to find us. I only got caught because they put a little girl's life in danger. I could not let her die because of me," said Brad.
"I know what you mean. You try to save Lyle, Parker and Raines from crashing to their death in an airplane, and to show their gratitude for saving their lives they knock you out when they bring you in instead of drugging you," said Jarod as he finally figured out the combo and took off the cuffs. He threw them in the opposite corner.
"They must be real idiots if they thought that I couldn't get those off sooner or later. There isn't any need to put them back on," said Jarod
"Do you have any idea where we're going?" asked Brad.
"Probably to the Triumvirate in Africa," stated Jarod. "They would love to get their hands on us and it is ten times worse than The Center." Just then Lyle walked in with a team of sweepers.
"I see you two have got your handcuffs off. We will just have to make it a little more challenging next time," said Lyle. He nodded to his sweepers and they started to advance on the pair. Both Jarod and Brad went into fighting positions back to back. It was a short fight. The pair was out numbered four to one. After the sweepers had them down on the ground Lyle came up with two syringes in his hand.
"I think that we might need you two asleep for this part. We don't want you to get to know the ship too well now do we?" he said as he walked up to them and injected them both with what ever was in the syringe. The two fought it the whole time. After they were injected they both fought to stay awake, but finally sleep won and they both were out in a matter of minutes.
Some where on the ship
Some time later
Out at sea
Jarod woke up feeling rather groggy. He knew that Lyle drugged him but he did not know what he drugged him with. He looked around and noticed he was chained to a chair. Beside him Brad has already awake. Brad had his eyes locked on Lyle. After Lyle saw that Jarod was awake he walked over to him and said,
"Just because we are at sea does not mean that we don't have to do any work. Now I want you both to do some sims for me."
"I'm not doing any sims for you Lyle," stated Brad. He hoped that Jarod remembered what he had said about Lyle not being able to kill either of them.
"I'm not doing any sims for you either Lyle," said Jarod. He just hoped that Lyle would remember that he could not kill either of them. Lyle tended to forget stuff like that from time to time.
"Well that's to bad," said Lyle. He knew that he could beat them, but he did not have the authorization to kill them. Just then Lyle had an idea. He started to refer to Brad and Jarod as Gemini II and Major Charles. Jarod swore under his breath. He knew what Lyle was doing. He knew that he could resist the simulation for awhile, a day at the most, but sooner or later the sim would pull him in and Lyle knew it. Ten minutes went by. Then all of the sudden Brad started up a conversation with Jarod. Both of the men talked over Lyle trying to block out the sim. Lyle got up and went over to one of his sweepers. He knew that when the two were talking there was no way to run the sim and he needed both of them for this one.
"Give them both a beating," Lyle said to the sweeper who just happened to be Willie. Willie and five other sweepers went over to Brad and Jarod and unchained them. After the chains were off they put them in handcuffs and leg weights. Willie made sure that he would be the one handling the beatings. The other five sweepers took Brad and Jarod and drug them off, both of the captives struggling the whole time. Willie took them to a room right beside the one they were just in and hung both of them from the ceiling by their handcuffs. As if the cuffs cutting into their hands was not enough he got out a knife. Willie handed it to the sweeper next to him (named Todd). Todd was a rookie and had to prove that he had no heart and would do anything that The Center asked him to do.
"Make 'em scream," ordered Willie to the rookie. The sweeper took the knife and started to cut Jarod's back starting at his shoulder blade all the way down to the middle of his back, but Jarod seemed to be in a trance and did not even so much as flinch. Todd, puzzled, went over to Brad. He too had the far away look in his eyes and did not scream when he was cut. Willie got mad that neither of them were responding so he took out a whip. He handed it to another, more experienced sweeper and told him to make them sorry for not doing their work. Again neither of them responded. Willie tried putting chemicals on the cuts that they already had, drugs and other things, but still neither one of them cried out. Aggravated, Willie ordered them back to their rooms.
8:00 PM
Jarod's Cell
The Ship
Somewhere at sea
The sweepers threw Jarod and Brad into the room and slammed the door shut. Jarod limped to the middle of the room from the corner that he was thrown in. Brad walked over from the opposite corner.
"A few more weeks of this and we will be dead weather Lyle likes it or not," said Brad.
"Lyle would throw a party if he was allowed to kill us. The only thing that is keeping him from doing so is The Center order that if he tried to kill us he would be pushing up daisies," said Jarod. "That is how our brother, Kyle, died. Lyle tried to shoot me and Kyle saved my life. That was when The Center thought that Lyle was dead," said Jarod. Then out of no where Brad started to talk in Cuban.
"Do know of any way to bring down The Center?" he asked. Jarod responded in Turkish.
"I have a friend in the FBI that I talked to about a month before I got caught. We were working on bringing them down but I am not sure if he knows enough to get into their mainframe and plan a sting without being detected by The Center." Brad changed languages again and spouted back in Hungarian.
"I have a feeling he already started the sting. While Willie was having fun beating us I noticed a sweeper in the back that did not look too happy about it. He had a sorry look in his eyes. I figure that he works for some sort of outside agency." Jarod responded in Japanese.
"Yeah I noticed him too. I think we had better quit talking like this now though. A few more minutes and they will have a interpreter to translate and it would be no good for us if they knew what we were saying." Both the men fell quite for a while. They went back to their corners and slept with their heads on their chests and their hands on their knees covering their faces.
Lyle's Cabin
The Ship
Somewhere out at sea
Lyle walked in to his cabin. A tall beautiful woman with pitch black hair turned around to look at him.
"I need a new plan to make the pretenders corporate," stated Lyle flatly to the woman. "What do you suggest?"
"I think that we should bring the girl in. We can put them in a cell together and make it look like we had no other choice. After Jarod starts to get suspicious about her we can threaten to beat her if they don't do their work," stated the lady.
"We tried that with Brad," Lyle reminded her. "It didn't work."
"True but this is a little girl and she will not be performing the simulations. Plus if the pretenders are as smart as everyone says they are then they will figure it out and Jarod will do anything to protect her after that," pointed out the woman.
"I'll try, but if it does not work I will come after you. Got it?" threatened Lyle.
"Understood," said the lady.
Who knows where on the sea
The next day
Jarod awoke to the sounds of yelling. He sat up and realized that he was in a cell on a ship. His leg was in a soft sort of cast that allowed him to walk on it with out crutches and his chest was rapped tightly in bandages. He got up and went to the door. On the other side he could hear someone talking to Lyle.
"Sir some of the compartments on the ship have flooded. Including Gemini's cell."
"Well put him in another room!"
"Sir the only other room with a lot of security is Jarod's room Sir."
" You mean we have no where else to put him?"
"That is right Sir."
"Fine then put him in Jarod's room but I will hold you responsible if they ever escape. So make sure they don't! Got it?"
"Sir yes Sir!" There was silence for a few minutes and Jarod went over to the corner and sat down which he preferred more than the bed. A few minutes later the door burst open. The sweepers threw Brad into the room and left, glad to be away from him. Brad got up and quickly picked the locks on his handcuffs. After he got them off he turned to Jarod who has playing with the lock on his own cuffs. Jarod noticed him staring and said,
"I'm not that lucky they figured out that I could pick locks a long time ago. These will take me a little longer to get off." Jarod held up his handcuffs that instead of a regular lock on them they had a combination lock that had a total of 1548 different combinations that you could try.
"You said that there was another Gemini?" said Brad
"Yeah. I met up with my dad about a year ago and we figured out that The Center had cloned me. The boy was 15 years old when he found out about him. Together we rescued Gemini. Miss Parker got shot in the back and I got captured in the process. That was about a year ago. I have only seen my dad once since then. The Center won't let us live a life as a normal family," said Jarod still tinkering with the handcuffs.
"My mom and I were always on the move too. Fortunately The Center did not try too hard to find us. I only got caught because they put a little girl's life in danger. I could not let her die because of me," said Brad.
"I know what you mean. You try to save Lyle, Parker and Raines from crashing to their death in an airplane, and to show their gratitude for saving their lives they knock you out when they bring you in instead of drugging you," said Jarod as he finally figured out the combo and took off the cuffs. He threw them in the opposite corner.
"They must be real idiots if they thought that I couldn't get those off sooner or later. There isn't any need to put them back on," said Jarod
"Do you have any idea where we're going?" asked Brad.
"Probably to the Triumvirate in Africa," stated Jarod. "They would love to get their hands on us and it is ten times worse than The Center." Just then Lyle walked in with a team of sweepers.
"I see you two have got your handcuffs off. We will just have to make it a little more challenging next time," said Lyle. He nodded to his sweepers and they started to advance on the pair. Both Jarod and Brad went into fighting positions back to back. It was a short fight. The pair was out numbered four to one. After the sweepers had them down on the ground Lyle came up with two syringes in his hand.
"I think that we might need you two asleep for this part. We don't want you to get to know the ship too well now do we?" he said as he walked up to them and injected them both with what ever was in the syringe. The two fought it the whole time. After they were injected they both fought to stay awake, but finally sleep won and they both were out in a matter of minutes.
Some where on the ship
Some time later
Out at sea
Jarod woke up feeling rather groggy. He knew that Lyle drugged him but he did not know what he drugged him with. He looked around and noticed he was chained to a chair. Beside him Brad has already awake. Brad had his eyes locked on Lyle. After Lyle saw that Jarod was awake he walked over to him and said,
"Just because we are at sea does not mean that we don't have to do any work. Now I want you both to do some sims for me."
"I'm not doing any sims for you Lyle," stated Brad. He hoped that Jarod remembered what he had said about Lyle not being able to kill either of them.
"I'm not doing any sims for you either Lyle," said Jarod. He just hoped that Lyle would remember that he could not kill either of them. Lyle tended to forget stuff like that from time to time.
"Well that's to bad," said Lyle. He knew that he could beat them, but he did not have the authorization to kill them. Just then Lyle had an idea. He started to refer to Brad and Jarod as Gemini II and Major Charles. Jarod swore under his breath. He knew what Lyle was doing. He knew that he could resist the simulation for awhile, a day at the most, but sooner or later the sim would pull him in and Lyle knew it. Ten minutes went by. Then all of the sudden Brad started up a conversation with Jarod. Both of the men talked over Lyle trying to block out the sim. Lyle got up and went over to one of his sweepers. He knew that when the two were talking there was no way to run the sim and he needed both of them for this one.
"Give them both a beating," Lyle said to the sweeper who just happened to be Willie. Willie and five other sweepers went over to Brad and Jarod and unchained them. After the chains were off they put them in handcuffs and leg weights. Willie made sure that he would be the one handling the beatings. The other five sweepers took Brad and Jarod and drug them off, both of the captives struggling the whole time. Willie took them to a room right beside the one they were just in and hung both of them from the ceiling by their handcuffs. As if the cuffs cutting into their hands was not enough he got out a knife. Willie handed it to the sweeper next to him (named Todd). Todd was a rookie and had to prove that he had no heart and would do anything that The Center asked him to do.
"Make 'em scream," ordered Willie to the rookie. The sweeper took the knife and started to cut Jarod's back starting at his shoulder blade all the way down to the middle of his back, but Jarod seemed to be in a trance and did not even so much as flinch. Todd, puzzled, went over to Brad. He too had the far away look in his eyes and did not scream when he was cut. Willie got mad that neither of them were responding so he took out a whip. He handed it to another, more experienced sweeper and told him to make them sorry for not doing their work. Again neither of them responded. Willie tried putting chemicals on the cuts that they already had, drugs and other things, but still neither one of them cried out. Aggravated, Willie ordered them back to their rooms.
8:00 PM
Jarod's Cell
The Ship
Somewhere at sea
The sweepers threw Jarod and Brad into the room and slammed the door shut. Jarod limped to the middle of the room from the corner that he was thrown in. Brad walked over from the opposite corner.
"A few more weeks of this and we will be dead weather Lyle likes it or not," said Brad.
"Lyle would throw a party if he was allowed to kill us. The only thing that is keeping him from doing so is The Center order that if he tried to kill us he would be pushing up daisies," said Jarod. "That is how our brother, Kyle, died. Lyle tried to shoot me and Kyle saved my life. That was when The Center thought that Lyle was dead," said Jarod. Then out of no where Brad started to talk in Cuban.
"Do know of any way to bring down The Center?" he asked. Jarod responded in Turkish.
"I have a friend in the FBI that I talked to about a month before I got caught. We were working on bringing them down but I am not sure if he knows enough to get into their mainframe and plan a sting without being detected by The Center." Brad changed languages again and spouted back in Hungarian.
"I have a feeling he already started the sting. While Willie was having fun beating us I noticed a sweeper in the back that did not look too happy about it. He had a sorry look in his eyes. I figure that he works for some sort of outside agency." Jarod responded in Japanese.
"Yeah I noticed him too. I think we had better quit talking like this now though. A few more minutes and they will have a interpreter to translate and it would be no good for us if they knew what we were saying." Both the men fell quite for a while. They went back to their corners and slept with their heads on their chests and their hands on their knees covering their faces.
Lyle's Cabin
The Ship
Somewhere out at sea
Lyle walked in to his cabin. A tall beautiful woman with pitch black hair turned around to look at him.
"I need a new plan to make the pretenders corporate," stated Lyle flatly to the woman. "What do you suggest?"
"I think that we should bring the girl in. We can put them in a cell together and make it look like we had no other choice. After Jarod starts to get suspicious about her we can threaten to beat her if they don't do their work," stated the lady.
"We tried that with Brad," Lyle reminded her. "It didn't work."
"True but this is a little girl and she will not be performing the simulations. Plus if the pretenders are as smart as everyone says they are then they will figure it out and Jarod will do anything to protect her after that," pointed out the woman.
"I'll try, but if it does not work I will come after you. Got it?" threatened Lyle.
"Understood," said the lady.