"You're not a kid anymore, Seven," the driver sneered. "In fact, you're not even human. You're just a clone."
Amy angrily stared at the man driving. "You're with the Organization, aren't you?"
"Obviously," the man said.
"I guess this is going to be a bit different from the island," Aly whispered to Amy.
Amy nodded in agreement. She had an idea, that she could jump out of the van, and drag Aly with her. Sure, it would be dangerous, but since they were now seventeen, she had no idea how far the Organization would go. Frantically, she tried to untie herself, but it was no use. Four terrifying hours later, Amy found herself in a forest, where there was a clearing. They untied both Amy and Aly, and let them join their sisters, and the Andys.
Each of the Amys wore different expressions. They also had necklaces with cards bearing their numbers. Amy One squeezed Andy Eleven's hand, and glared angrily at Cindy, and the three camouflaged men who had kidnapped Amy. Surveying the row of clones, it was inevitable that she would not find Amy Three in the set, since she was dead, but there was something that shouldn't be there. The Amy who had the tag labeled "Nine" was holding a baby.
Amy's mouth hung open, and she stared at Annie nervously. "What the…"
"Her name is Marie," Annie announced to Amy. "She is three months old."
Amy groaned. Obviously, Annie wouldn't allow her daughter to have a name that wasn't French. "I guess she's been with the Organization for awhile," Amy commented to One, Five, Eight, and Aly, as they joined in a group.
"I'd say so," Aly said queasily.
"I wonder which Andy it was," Five said apprehensively. "And what the Organization wants with us."
Aly shuddered. "This is really horrible," she said.
"You think?" Eight asked sarcastically.
Cindy called for their attention. "We are planning to go to war by Thursday. There is no way for you to escape; we have armed guards on every corner of this forest.
"If we do go to war," Annie declared in a charming French accent, "Who will take care of Marie?"
"Like she cares," Aly said lamely to Amy.
"Do not worry about her, Annie," Cindy said. "She will be fine."
"This forest is dirty!" Aimee whined. "Just look at my shoes! They're ruined!"
Sure enough, Aimee's shoes had the most in depth coating of mud that Amy had ever seen. A guard pointed a gun at Aimee, and that silenced her. An Andy had a question.
"Yes, Andy Nine?" Cindy asked.
"Will my daughter be accelerated?" Andy Nine asked, "To be older in two days?"
"Of course she will be," Cindy snapped. "Just like her sister, Monique."
A dark haired, ten-year-old girl with blue eyes was standing behind Cindy.
"Oh my God," Aly said fearfully.
"Tell me those are the only ones," Amy Five pleaded.
"Yes," Annie said. "For now, Monique and Marie are the only ones."
"I think I am going to regurgitate," Amy One said.
Andy Eleven rushed to Amy One's side, and held her hand. "You can't split us up," he said.
"Nor us," Andy said, holding Amy's hand.
"I wish Eric were here," Aly said queasily.
Amy Five stood staring at Cindy, and the look of total confidence was completely gone from her face. "It looks like we've lost," she said in horror.
"Each of you will stay in one of those tents over there," Cindy said, pointing. "They have your numbers on them. If it has a one first, and then your number, it's an Andy tent. If it reads two, something, it's for an Amy. Lunch will be served shortly."
The clones were led to few identical picnic tables, and they were free to sit wherever they liked. Amys One, Five, Seven, Eight, and Thirteen sat at one end, with Andys Eleven and Five. In another area, Annie and Andy Nine sat, bottle feeding Marie, and letting Monique, who must have been taught everything quite quickly, sat on Annie's right side. Amy Twelve went to join them, and so did Andy Four, and Aimee, who had no one to sit by.
"Look," Aly said to Amy, as another group formed between Amys Two, Four and Six, and Andys Three, Seven, and Twelve. "Another alliance."
Amy slid to the other side of the table. "Hello," she said.
"This place totally sucks," Amy Two said, as she took a sandwich out of the lunch bags they had each been given. "I hate it here. And I hate stupid Amy, Number Nine for taking their side."
Amy could definitely agree with that, but noticed a certain sharpness in Two's tone. "We'll never get out of here," Two said sadly. "You and Five always get us out, but I seriously doubt you will this time."
"Time for physical training," Cindy called, after lunch.
"With weapons?" Aly asked palely.
"Of course," Annie said, putting Marie in a baby carrier. "What do you think we will fight with? Tree branches?"