Part 2
The First Encounter
Amy returned from her usual day at school at went upstairs to her room. She flopped down her backpack to the side of her bed and turned on the computer. The online groups she was in had to do with Olympics and sports and such that required mass talent. That was the key to what she was looking for. True, she could be found easily by the organization like this, but she didn't care. As long as her mom didn't know, she was out of trouble.
First, she checked her lone message. No replies. Then, she checked everywhere else that she had posted something not pertaining to her clones. Nothing much was different. Then, she checked her E-mail. One of the messages caught her attention from an anonymous author. It was titled: Project CM12.
When she opened the message, it was only a few sentences. It read:
Who are you?
What is your connection with Mr. Devon?
Why do you think you have clones that share your talent?
Does project CM12 mean anything to you?
Please respond.
At the bottom was a separate e-mail. Probably a general one. It referred to the agency called 'The Dept. of Fish and Game.'
Darien was listening to the Keeper. They had long since gone back to her lab because of how long her 'short version' was. When the keeper got into something, you had to listen to the absolute whole of it.
"...one of the ten scientists that was working on the project was Dr. A. Remfer. He was our input on the project. When the lab was burnt down, he was hidden from the other agency, and we are not to tell anyone where he is. We weren't even supposed to tell anyone else about the project. Not even our other agents." She looked up at Darien, "You found out about it, and now you have to help us with it. Amy is just now discovering her powers and the way she's handling them is out of control. And as I told you before, the other agency is planning to capture her, you have to stop them too." Sometime during that conversation, Hobbes walked into the room, and listened to the rest of what the Keeper was saying.
"So we have to capture the perfect kid? Wouldn't she run away from us when we step up to her and say we're from the agency? I mean she already knows about the other one and she's only 12." He said. Darien looked uncomfortable.
"I kinda sent her a note this morning, if I tell her that's who I am, she wont runaway or anything Hobbes." Darien replied.
"I was only suggesting." He said and stepped farther into the room. "It wouldn't help to have a kid afraid of us and use her super powers, or whatever." Darien looked back at Hobbes.
"She doesn't have super powers, Hobbes. She only can do things to the max they can be done at 12 years old." He said. "So, when do we get to meet her." He asked the keeper.
"As soon as she replies to your e-mail." She said. Darien smiled.
"I finally get to do things my own way." He said and walked out of the room, Hobbes followed.
Darien went back to his apartment, where he found a reply from Amy in the Agency's general inbox. She wasn't as anxious to meet them as he had thought. The note read:
Hi,
I don't know who you are, or why you are bothering me. The only reason I can think of that you know about project CM12 is because you work for the organization after me. This puzzle piece does not fit the big picture though, your e-mail said you work for the Dept. of Fish and Game. Whoever you are, if you have no information about the other Amy's I have no reason to talk to you.
- Amy
Hobbes interrupted Darien's thought.
"Let's go, Fawkes, what is this? That people that like each other through e-mail, movie..."
"You've got mail? Hobbes, this is how we coax her to tell us where she is and that she has to meet us." Darien said. Hobbes sighed.
"Okay, whatever." He flopped down on the couch. He looked at the ceiling. In his mind he briefly counted how many blemishes there were.
"Okay, so what am I gonna do while you e-mail Amy?" he asked. Darien looked at the screen.
"Find a way to tell Amy that we're from a different agency than the one that's after her." Darien said as he began to type before Hobbes said anything:
Amy-
My name is Darien. I so far know a lot about project CM12. In fact, I'm kinda an experiment myself. I'm not part of the other agency, I am part of another one that had a scientist in on the project that created you. I hope you will agree to meet me outside of where I work tomorrow, which you obviously know where is.
Hobbes looked over Darien's shoulder.
"You really should give that information out online. She doesn't need to know that." Darien looked at him.
"Do you think you could just mind your own business? I don't think her need to know needs to by worried about by you." Darien said sarcastically. Hobbes went back to the couch.
"I wanna go out and do something, its boring just sitting here."
"You can go, I'm staying here and finding out a little more about Amy." Darien said. Hobbes brightened up. He picked up his jacket and walked out the door.
"You don't know what your missing, Fawkes." He said as he closed the door. He really didn't really want to go anywhere. He remembered the last time he went somewhere with Hobbes. Freaked out a couple of people at a bar.
Once again, searches revealed nothing about Amy. Only the messages she had posted before hand. He had checked them out already and they had proved nothing. Amy was very careful about what she let everyone else know online. Maybe Hobbes was right, he shouldn't give that kind of things out online...Soon, Darien found himself asleep at the Keyboard.
Amy had checked her e-mail again. Only to find Darien's new message in it. Why couldn't she meet him? He seemed innocent enough. And if she didn't come back, her mom would know who to contact. The meeting took place tomorrow after school. She'd be ready for a fight.
Darien half expected to awaken to a black screen with little green letters at the top saying, "Wake up, Darien." The screen was black, it had fallen asleep. He looked at the time. He had a few minutes to check his e-mail. The note that Amy had left was the only one:
I'll be there.
Amy was in school, there wasn't much that they were doing. They did the usual fractions, decimals, and exponents. As they moved on to next class, Tasha caught up with her.
"What's wrong with you lately?" she asked her. Amy was zoning.
"What? Oh. I dunno. There's somewhere I have to go after school." Tasha brightened.
"Does it have to do with..." she lowed her voice, "with another clone?" Amy looked at her.
"Nah, it has to do with some guy that knows about my clones online..."
"You are not gonna meet him are you?" she interrupted, "That's dangerous." Tasha had to live by the rules. Even if it killed her.
"Tasha, you are so boring sometimes." With that she walked into the door of her next class.
The time passed so quickly. The only thing she was thinking about was after school. After all her rush, the nervousness had finally caught up to her. What if he was lying? What if he was part of the organization.? She new the answers to the questions, but she didn't know if she wanted to bring them to mind.
It was last period, she could still change her mind. She watched the hands slowly tick toward the 3 on the clock. 5,4,3,2,1....
BRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGG!
She gathered her things and walked out the door. All she had to do was walk home and forget about it...
"Jeez, are you deaf or something. Oh, you can't be right? You've got better than normal hearing." Tasha said. She'd been calling Amy's name for awhile. She was off in her own world.
"I'm fine Tasha. I'm gonna go meet the guy, you want to come with me? Tasha Frowned.
"Gymnastics? Remember?!" Tasha yelled yet another time. Amy had been forgetting about it since she quit Gymnastics because of her too noticeable talent.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry Tasha. I'll see you tomorrow at school!" Tasha muttered something about memory not being to good for a clone and then she got in her mom's car with another girl. Which Tasha and Amy happened to hate. Her name was Jeanine and she and Amy had been rivals for being perfect since kindergarten. Jeanine pasted a fake smile on her face and waved. Amy gave an equally fake smile back.
Amy walked up the street and around the corner in direction to the Dept. of Fish and Game. When Amy got to the building she looked around. No one was there. She looked to the top of the building and then looked back to the entrance. Someone was standing there.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi." Darien said. Amy looked around. Then, seemed satisfied.
"So, you aren't with the organization. But if you try anything, you know how fast I can run." Amy was getting even more nervous.
"Don't worry, I'm only here to talk to you about something."
"About what?" Amy asked eyeing him.
"No doubt you've heard this before, but I'm told you can do anything better than anyone else. You're not supposed to use them often or much at all." Amy frowned.
"It's kinda hard to do that, with someone at school. She has to be perfect in everything, and sometimes I want to show her that I'm always better." She looked to the ground. Darien and she started walking down the sidewalk.
"Okay, then. You know my story, now I want to know yours." Amy said. Unfortunately, her powers didn't extend to reading minds. She thought that it was a reasonable question, but it turned out that it was:
"Classified. The last time I told someone my secret, they wound up being held prisoner by one of my other enemies." She listened to Darien's every word. That is, until she heard something behind them. She turned her head slightly to be able to see them out of the corner of her eye.
"Someone's following us." She said. Darien also turned his head slightly. Then, after a few minutes, he turned it back. How had they followed her today?
"You're right." He said, "The other agency?"
"Bingo. Let's walk a little faster." They picked up the pace little by little. Amy made sure that she kept it under control. She didn't want to get ahead of Darien. Every part was a little more tense. They looked at each other in unspoken words that said "Split up." Amy zoomed down the sidewalk. She hoped she wasn't going to fast for Darien. She looked back every so often to make sure he was still there. Before she could see it, Darien turned around into an alleyway and turned invisible. He watched Amy go down the street. The car was still after her.
Amy was still going when she noticed Darien wasn't behind her. Uh oh, she thought. I got ahead of him, they could have gotten him already. They would make him force the information to them that he knew. Going after him would only make things worse! Okay, wait. She was over reacting he could just be around the corner. He could be just right there, she kept watch. Amy barely recognized the sound of a door slam very near her. Then, she felt a tiny prick to her arm, and all her worries were ended as she fell unconscious.
Darien came around the corner to see Amy being loaded into a car. He could see that she was not conscious. Before he could catch up to them, they started the engine and got away. He began to wonder why everything happened to him. That on his first meet with her, the bad guys had kidnapped her and taken her away.
"Ah, Crap."
The First Encounter
Amy returned from her usual day at school at went upstairs to her room. She flopped down her backpack to the side of her bed and turned on the computer. The online groups she was in had to do with Olympics and sports and such that required mass talent. That was the key to what she was looking for. True, she could be found easily by the organization like this, but she didn't care. As long as her mom didn't know, she was out of trouble.
First, she checked her lone message. No replies. Then, she checked everywhere else that she had posted something not pertaining to her clones. Nothing much was different. Then, she checked her E-mail. One of the messages caught her attention from an anonymous author. It was titled: Project CM12.
When she opened the message, it was only a few sentences. It read:
Who are you?
What is your connection with Mr. Devon?
Why do you think you have clones that share your talent?
Does project CM12 mean anything to you?
Please respond.
At the bottom was a separate e-mail. Probably a general one. It referred to the agency called 'The Dept. of Fish and Game.'
Darien was listening to the Keeper. They had long since gone back to her lab because of how long her 'short version' was. When the keeper got into something, you had to listen to the absolute whole of it.
"...one of the ten scientists that was working on the project was Dr. A. Remfer. He was our input on the project. When the lab was burnt down, he was hidden from the other agency, and we are not to tell anyone where he is. We weren't even supposed to tell anyone else about the project. Not even our other agents." She looked up at Darien, "You found out about it, and now you have to help us with it. Amy is just now discovering her powers and the way she's handling them is out of control. And as I told you before, the other agency is planning to capture her, you have to stop them too." Sometime during that conversation, Hobbes walked into the room, and listened to the rest of what the Keeper was saying.
"So we have to capture the perfect kid? Wouldn't she run away from us when we step up to her and say we're from the agency? I mean she already knows about the other one and she's only 12." He said. Darien looked uncomfortable.
"I kinda sent her a note this morning, if I tell her that's who I am, she wont runaway or anything Hobbes." Darien replied.
"I was only suggesting." He said and stepped farther into the room. "It wouldn't help to have a kid afraid of us and use her super powers, or whatever." Darien looked back at Hobbes.
"She doesn't have super powers, Hobbes. She only can do things to the max they can be done at 12 years old." He said. "So, when do we get to meet her." He asked the keeper.
"As soon as she replies to your e-mail." She said. Darien smiled.
"I finally get to do things my own way." He said and walked out of the room, Hobbes followed.
Darien went back to his apartment, where he found a reply from Amy in the Agency's general inbox. She wasn't as anxious to meet them as he had thought. The note read:
Hi,
I don't know who you are, or why you are bothering me. The only reason I can think of that you know about project CM12 is because you work for the organization after me. This puzzle piece does not fit the big picture though, your e-mail said you work for the Dept. of Fish and Game. Whoever you are, if you have no information about the other Amy's I have no reason to talk to you.
- Amy
Hobbes interrupted Darien's thought.
"Let's go, Fawkes, what is this? That people that like each other through e-mail, movie..."
"You've got mail? Hobbes, this is how we coax her to tell us where she is and that she has to meet us." Darien said. Hobbes sighed.
"Okay, whatever." He flopped down on the couch. He looked at the ceiling. In his mind he briefly counted how many blemishes there were.
"Okay, so what am I gonna do while you e-mail Amy?" he asked. Darien looked at the screen.
"Find a way to tell Amy that we're from a different agency than the one that's after her." Darien said as he began to type before Hobbes said anything:
Amy-
My name is Darien. I so far know a lot about project CM12. In fact, I'm kinda an experiment myself. I'm not part of the other agency, I am part of another one that had a scientist in on the project that created you. I hope you will agree to meet me outside of where I work tomorrow, which you obviously know where is.
Hobbes looked over Darien's shoulder.
"You really should give that information out online. She doesn't need to know that." Darien looked at him.
"Do you think you could just mind your own business? I don't think her need to know needs to by worried about by you." Darien said sarcastically. Hobbes went back to the couch.
"I wanna go out and do something, its boring just sitting here."
"You can go, I'm staying here and finding out a little more about Amy." Darien said. Hobbes brightened up. He picked up his jacket and walked out the door.
"You don't know what your missing, Fawkes." He said as he closed the door. He really didn't really want to go anywhere. He remembered the last time he went somewhere with Hobbes. Freaked out a couple of people at a bar.
Once again, searches revealed nothing about Amy. Only the messages she had posted before hand. He had checked them out already and they had proved nothing. Amy was very careful about what she let everyone else know online. Maybe Hobbes was right, he shouldn't give that kind of things out online...Soon, Darien found himself asleep at the Keyboard.
Amy had checked her e-mail again. Only to find Darien's new message in it. Why couldn't she meet him? He seemed innocent enough. And if she didn't come back, her mom would know who to contact. The meeting took place tomorrow after school. She'd be ready for a fight.
Darien half expected to awaken to a black screen with little green letters at the top saying, "Wake up, Darien." The screen was black, it had fallen asleep. He looked at the time. He had a few minutes to check his e-mail. The note that Amy had left was the only one:
I'll be there.
Amy was in school, there wasn't much that they were doing. They did the usual fractions, decimals, and exponents. As they moved on to next class, Tasha caught up with her.
"What's wrong with you lately?" she asked her. Amy was zoning.
"What? Oh. I dunno. There's somewhere I have to go after school." Tasha brightened.
"Does it have to do with..." she lowed her voice, "with another clone?" Amy looked at her.
"Nah, it has to do with some guy that knows about my clones online..."
"You are not gonna meet him are you?" she interrupted, "That's dangerous." Tasha had to live by the rules. Even if it killed her.
"Tasha, you are so boring sometimes." With that she walked into the door of her next class.
The time passed so quickly. The only thing she was thinking about was after school. After all her rush, the nervousness had finally caught up to her. What if he was lying? What if he was part of the organization.? She new the answers to the questions, but she didn't know if she wanted to bring them to mind.
It was last period, she could still change her mind. She watched the hands slowly tick toward the 3 on the clock. 5,4,3,2,1....
BRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGG!
She gathered her things and walked out the door. All she had to do was walk home and forget about it...
"Jeez, are you deaf or something. Oh, you can't be right? You've got better than normal hearing." Tasha said. She'd been calling Amy's name for awhile. She was off in her own world.
"I'm fine Tasha. I'm gonna go meet the guy, you want to come with me? Tasha Frowned.
"Gymnastics? Remember?!" Tasha yelled yet another time. Amy had been forgetting about it since she quit Gymnastics because of her too noticeable talent.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry Tasha. I'll see you tomorrow at school!" Tasha muttered something about memory not being to good for a clone and then she got in her mom's car with another girl. Which Tasha and Amy happened to hate. Her name was Jeanine and she and Amy had been rivals for being perfect since kindergarten. Jeanine pasted a fake smile on her face and waved. Amy gave an equally fake smile back.
Amy walked up the street and around the corner in direction to the Dept. of Fish and Game. When Amy got to the building she looked around. No one was there. She looked to the top of the building and then looked back to the entrance. Someone was standing there.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi." Darien said. Amy looked around. Then, seemed satisfied.
"So, you aren't with the organization. But if you try anything, you know how fast I can run." Amy was getting even more nervous.
"Don't worry, I'm only here to talk to you about something."
"About what?" Amy asked eyeing him.
"No doubt you've heard this before, but I'm told you can do anything better than anyone else. You're not supposed to use them often or much at all." Amy frowned.
"It's kinda hard to do that, with someone at school. She has to be perfect in everything, and sometimes I want to show her that I'm always better." She looked to the ground. Darien and she started walking down the sidewalk.
"Okay, then. You know my story, now I want to know yours." Amy said. Unfortunately, her powers didn't extend to reading minds. She thought that it was a reasonable question, but it turned out that it was:
"Classified. The last time I told someone my secret, they wound up being held prisoner by one of my other enemies." She listened to Darien's every word. That is, until she heard something behind them. She turned her head slightly to be able to see them out of the corner of her eye.
"Someone's following us." She said. Darien also turned his head slightly. Then, after a few minutes, he turned it back. How had they followed her today?
"You're right." He said, "The other agency?"
"Bingo. Let's walk a little faster." They picked up the pace little by little. Amy made sure that she kept it under control. She didn't want to get ahead of Darien. Every part was a little more tense. They looked at each other in unspoken words that said "Split up." Amy zoomed down the sidewalk. She hoped she wasn't going to fast for Darien. She looked back every so often to make sure he was still there. Before she could see it, Darien turned around into an alleyway and turned invisible. He watched Amy go down the street. The car was still after her.
Amy was still going when she noticed Darien wasn't behind her. Uh oh, she thought. I got ahead of him, they could have gotten him already. They would make him force the information to them that he knew. Going after him would only make things worse! Okay, wait. She was over reacting he could just be around the corner. He could be just right there, she kept watch. Amy barely recognized the sound of a door slam very near her. Then, she felt a tiny prick to her arm, and all her worries were ended as she fell unconscious.
Darien came around the corner to see Amy being loaded into a car. He could see that she was not conscious. Before he could catch up to them, they started the engine and got away. He began to wonder why everything happened to him. That on his first meet with her, the bad guys had kidnapped her and taken her away.
"Ah, Crap."