"Um, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, guys," Cleopatra doubted as she tried her best to stand still for Mauser's med scan.

"Don't worry, Cleo, this is for your own good," he assured and continued to run the scanner over her head and shoulders.

"But shouldn't you test that new scanner say on a Betrayer or something before you use it on me?" she questioned not entirely assured yet.

Looking up from across the lab Sarge grinned at Cleo's obvious nervousness unable to deny how cute she thought the jumpy blonde was in those situations. For a stripper she could sure be awfully childish and shy sometimes which Sarge had to admit she found very sexy.

"Maybe next time you'll be more careful, Cleo. Won't bump your head," Sarge informed slyly as ever before turning her attention back to her gauntlet as she continued to fiddle with it. With her leg braced up in front of her as she sat on the steps and leaning over the way she was it was nothing short of an alluring position but still somehow didn't seem to settle Cleo's nerves.

"Yes, Cleo," Mauser added. "You still haven't told us. How did you get that bump on your head?"

Almost gulping to herself Cleo's eyes instinctively shifted knowingly at the sexy blonde woman across the way. The grin the woman flashed her back only made Cleo's expression widen and Sarge's grin spread with excitement as the younger woman tried to think of a reasonable excuse to tell the man knowing she couldn't possibly let him know about her rendezvous with her fellow team mate the night before.

"Oh, I um tripped," she finally added, flashing a sweet smile as if to finalize her statement.

"Well, I hope you'll try to be more careful in the future," he informed her.

A small chuckle was audible from Sarge's direction as she spoke without looking up.

"Me too."

Cleo grinned back at the older woman, or younger woman if you wanted to get technical.

"Don't worry I will," she surely informed as if you make a point but Sarge knew better than Cleo's small and unreliable threats.

As Mauser continued on with the scan a low rumble erupted from Cleo's stomach and she placed a hand to it as pain was suddenly and suspiciously evident. It was almost a sick, queasy feeling overwhelming her senses and dizzying her mind.

"Whoa," she let out blinking her eyes back open suddenly. "I don't feel so good."

Mauser backed away looking at his scanner which was now displaying new readings and DNA data from Cleo and tried to override the system seeming to be on it's own mission.

As Sarge watched the looks of both her team mates faces she couldn't help but let curiosity get the best of her and she stood to stand before the blonde who looked about ready to topple over any second.

"Cleo, what's wrong?" she asked watching the blonde force her eyes open again.

"Uhhh," Cleo groaned in discomfort. "I haven't felt this sick since my senior year river rafting trip."

Almost right on queue Mauser was chiming in with some sort of explanation.

"It appears the scanning process has somehow drained a small amount of her energy."

"What are you talking about," Sarge questioned at noticing Cleo's non-improving disposition.

"I don't know. It seems to still be operating in union with the healing tube."

A blinking and alarming sound from the healing tube caught the attention of Mauser and Sarge and the two turned to see the cylinder shaped tube filling with some sort of smoke.

"What is that?" Sarge asked boldly stepped towards the smoking tube.

"I'm not sure," Mauser answered glancing down at his scanner once again. "It appears the scanner and tube have been working together since we placed Cleo inside to heal her head a couple hours ago."

"Working to do what?" Sarge's asked looking to Mauser before reaching for the release on the tube and turning it.

Smoke filled the room and the air around Sarge, Mauser, and Cleo before finally breaking down and settling on the floor to reveal Cleo, eyes closed, lying inside the healing tube.

Cleo's eyes widened at the sight of the second her and despite the fact she didn't feel much better she instantly rushed to Sarge's side to inspect the sight.

"Hey, it's me," Cleo's stated the obvious and reached out to touch the arm of the identical woman. "Is she another Betrayer bot?" she questioned with good reason as the memory of her Betrayer bot came flooding back into her consciousness.

"No I think it's-"

Mauser cut himself off at the sight of the Cleo look alike opening her eyes. Cheerfully she smiled and jumped from the tube brushing herself off as her feet made contact with the floor.

Almost instantly Sarge was pointing her gauntlet at the unknown intruder and Cleo turned to look at her with shock reaching out to lower her raised forearm from her look alike.

"Hey, now," Cleo coaxed. "That's no way to treat a house guest."

With a smile Cleopatra headed over to the look alike and the two began to talk and laugh.

"Mauser, what is it?" Sarge asked baffled as to the sudden appearance of another Cleopatra.

Looking over the scan reports Mauser turned his eyes up to the blonde.

"It would appear Cleopatra has been cloned."

"Cloned" Sarge instinctively rephrased shifting her eyes between the real Cleopatra and the clone who was now searching her way around the lab while the real Cleo tried to keep her under control.

"Wait," Mauser added squinting his eyes at the new findings being pulled up. "She's a chemical clone but her mental attributes differ from those of our Cleopatra's."

"What do you mean?'

"Well her brain scan reveals the new Cleopatra's brain waves are not on the same frequency as our Cleopatra's are. So in turn they're not entirely the same Cleopatra."

"Clearly," Sarge added upon noticing the new Cleopatra's take charge attitude.

Before another word could be spoken Sarge and Mauser looked up to see Hel barging her way into the lab with a look or anxiousness and determination. A look Sarge knew all too well and her blood boiled with the thought of finally getting some Betrayer action in.

"Didn't you two get my call?" Hel asked shifting her eyes between her two teammates.

"Yes," Mauser agreed. "I'm sorry I forgot to inform the girls it seems we've got a little problem," he informed turning his head to the two Cleopatra's behind him who were checking out each other's wardrobe.

"Another Cleopatra Betrayer?" Hel questioned as her raised eyes watched the two blondes giggling.

"No. A clone," Sarge informed.

"You cloned Cleopatra? Why would you do that?"

"We wouldn't," Sarge informed. "Mauser's little medical equipment popped her out."

Sighing Hel turned her attention back to Sarge trying to keep her focus on the important and urgent mission at hand.

"Sarge, we got trouble a couple levels down. Betrayers are attacking anyone in sight. It's turning into a war field down there. I need you to help me rescue the survivors."

"Oh time to kick some Betrayer ass!" Cleopatra's clone eagerly said rushing in front of the dark haired woman with lust for a good fight evident in her eyes.

"Not for you," Hel informed.

Sarge joined Hel at her side and the two turned to make their way towards the exit.

"You're staying here," Hel ordered turning to look at each Cleopatra as she spoke. "Both of you."

And with that the two woman left leaving both Cleopatra's to place their hands on their hips in annoyance and pout and being left out of the mission.