Amy whirled around to face whoever had grabbed her. "Come," Annie said.
"NO!" Amy shrieked.
"We do have a lot of work to do on you, Seven," Annie said. "But I could just as easily destroy you if I wished to."
"No!" Aly said. "Seven's nice!"
"She doesn't care, Aly," Eight whimpered.
"Kill us! I am not a prisoner here, and my lawyer will…" Aimee shrieked.
"You are weak Ten," Annie said. "But not as much so as Seven."
Amy didn't know where adult-Annie was dragging her, but she knew it couldn't be good. All she could really do was pray that she wouldn't have her emotions deleted. She was lead into what looked like a regular conference room, and tied to another chair. Around the table sat Sebastian, Mr. Devon, Cindy, Dr. Grace Morrison, Tammy from the hospital, Brad Carrington, Nancy's ex lover who had turned out to be evil, Dallas, the counselor from The Wilderness Adventure whom Amy had assumed to be dead, and Adrian Peele, the now nine-year-old genius who was trying to make more clones like Amy. Annie Perrault sat down near them.
"This is Amy, Number Seven," Annie said. "She has on countless occasions found ways to escape us, knows too many of our secrets, and even held out through the emotion deletion treatment. Therefore, I conclude that she does not deserve to be a member of the elite, and should be destroyed."
"Yes," Dallas said. "She should be. But she's not the only one."
"I order Amys Five, Seven, Ten, and Thirteen destroyed!" Sebastian ordered.
"Andys Five, Six, and Eleven need to go as well," Annie said. "I am sorry, Amy, but you are not worthy of our elite."
Amy gasped. Was Annie really planning on killing her? If she was, she could try to fight, but Annie was older, and stronger than she was, and the odds did not look good for the good guys at that moment.