Part 0.6
Logan led me away with my lap top computer under his arm. We walked a ways, and I was looking around at my surroundings. We passed by many new areas I hadn't been before. We came across a game of poker, being hosted Mole. I happened to see his hand, 4 aces and a king. I also noticed a few "spare" aces up his sleeve. I hid a mischievous grin in my sleeve, and continued on, but briefly pausing to ask to join in later. Mole nodded, and grinned through his cigar.
"Here we go, my hidden paradise," Logan said. He opened an old beaten down door, and suddenly I was submerged in a world of white. I looked around his "paradise" and saw old test tubes, fridges, and other parts of what must have been a lab. Set up in a corner was a regular sized lap top and a small digital camera. I ran over to its screen and began to adorn its icons.
"I would've bought this model, but it was too big!" I ran my fingers gently over the keys. Then I noticed something strange on the desktop. An icon was labeled "Project Manticore." I turned to Logan. He motioned for me to get up.
"What do you want to know?" he sat down and double clicked the icon. A screen popped up. He rapidly pressed in keys creating a pattern of random numbers and letters. The screen finally disappeared, and a bigger window popped up. In a space, he clicked the curser.
"x-6," I said. He typed "x6" into the space. A light tap represented him pressing "enter" and before I knew it the designated numbers of my many brothers and sisters appeared before me. Another blank space was at the top of the list.
"Designation?" Logan asked. His eyes never teared away from the screen. I just stood in awe, every ounce of information belonging to my brothers and sisters ever at my fingertips. My mouth hung open, and I must have looked pretty strange.
"Designation?!?" Logan sounded a little ticked off. I sensed he didn't really have much patience, for me at least. I opened and closed my mouth for a little while longer. Logan's finger was gravitating towards the exit command when I finally shook myself from my daze.
"351," I finally replied. It took long enough, I told myself. I just bit my lip and waited now.
"Who?" he asked. He typed it in, and pressed enter again. Low humming showed the machine was searching through the approximately 123 numbers, for a match.
"That's me," I sighed. I looked at the first number listed, 861. The youngest, she must have only been 12 or 13. I wonder how she's doing now…she was always a favorite of mine. For someone so afraid and scared of the world, she was so strong.
"Got it, it's all here. Let's take a look," a file labeled 351 had popped up on the screen. With a double click it opened up, and my file was shown.
**Designation: 351
Birth Status: Fraternal Twin
Birth Order: First Born
Twin: 350
Birth Date: 3/3/05
Birthmarks: 2 thin stripes on outside left and right ankles.
Birth Weight: 8 pounds, 6 ounces
Length: 20 inches
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Special Status: Project Stripes
DNA
Cat (Domestic, Small)
Tiger
Human (cocktail; Many)
Special Missions: Project Afghan; Team Alpha, Mission South Half**
There was other information, but none worth knowing right now. The information of my twin shocked me enough.
"You have a twin?" Logan asked, his voice overcome with curiosity. He looked at from the screen from the first time since we sat down.
"I have a twin," I said with disbelief. I had no idea. "Well what are you waiting for? Open up 350!"
Logan led me away with my lap top computer under his arm. We walked a ways, and I was looking around at my surroundings. We passed by many new areas I hadn't been before. We came across a game of poker, being hosted Mole. I happened to see his hand, 4 aces and a king. I also noticed a few "spare" aces up his sleeve. I hid a mischievous grin in my sleeve, and continued on, but briefly pausing to ask to join in later. Mole nodded, and grinned through his cigar.
"Here we go, my hidden paradise," Logan said. He opened an old beaten down door, and suddenly I was submerged in a world of white. I looked around his "paradise" and saw old test tubes, fridges, and other parts of what must have been a lab. Set up in a corner was a regular sized lap top and a small digital camera. I ran over to its screen and began to adorn its icons.
"I would've bought this model, but it was too big!" I ran my fingers gently over the keys. Then I noticed something strange on the desktop. An icon was labeled "Project Manticore." I turned to Logan. He motioned for me to get up.
"What do you want to know?" he sat down and double clicked the icon. A screen popped up. He rapidly pressed in keys creating a pattern of random numbers and letters. The screen finally disappeared, and a bigger window popped up. In a space, he clicked the curser.
"x-6," I said. He typed "x6" into the space. A light tap represented him pressing "enter" and before I knew it the designated numbers of my many brothers and sisters appeared before me. Another blank space was at the top of the list.
"Designation?" Logan asked. His eyes never teared away from the screen. I just stood in awe, every ounce of information belonging to my brothers and sisters ever at my fingertips. My mouth hung open, and I must have looked pretty strange.
"Designation?!?" Logan sounded a little ticked off. I sensed he didn't really have much patience, for me at least. I opened and closed my mouth for a little while longer. Logan's finger was gravitating towards the exit command when I finally shook myself from my daze.
"351," I finally replied. It took long enough, I told myself. I just bit my lip and waited now.
"Who?" he asked. He typed it in, and pressed enter again. Low humming showed the machine was searching through the approximately 123 numbers, for a match.
"That's me," I sighed. I looked at the first number listed, 861. The youngest, she must have only been 12 or 13. I wonder how she's doing now…she was always a favorite of mine. For someone so afraid and scared of the world, she was so strong.
"Got it, it's all here. Let's take a look," a file labeled 351 had popped up on the screen. With a double click it opened up, and my file was shown.
**Designation: 351
Birth Status: Fraternal Twin
Birth Order: First Born
Twin: 350
Birth Date: 3/3/05
Birthmarks: 2 thin stripes on outside left and right ankles.
Birth Weight: 8 pounds, 6 ounces
Length: 20 inches
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Special Status: Project Stripes
DNA
Cat (Domestic, Small)
Tiger
Human (cocktail; Many)
Special Missions: Project Afghan; Team Alpha, Mission South Half**
There was other information, but none worth knowing right now. The information of my twin shocked me enough.
"You have a twin?" Logan asked, his voice overcome with curiosity. He looked at from the screen from the first time since we sat down.
"I have a twin," I said with disbelief. I had no idea. "Well what are you waiting for? Open up 350!"