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She shrieked. But it wasn't because of the blood; it was because the person she was focussed on looked exactly like her.
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Oh God. What the hell is happening here? She looks exactly like me. This cant be right. I must be seeing things. I don't have a twin, and I'm up here. Is someone trying to play cruel tricks on me? What the hell is happening?
She felt herself going weak at the knees and grabbed onto the nearest chair, but then something happened that had never occurred before, she had a extremely vivid vision that related her dream character's life to her present one.
Her mind faded to black before coming into focus on the restaurant she had dreamed about so many times before. Her character was talking on the phone with somebody, they were talking about catering and she heard a noise making her turn around. At this point both her dream character and her present character gasped, because standing right in front of her was the identical women, her clone. Suddenly the scene faded to black again and Chloe slowly opened her eyes and exhaled Oh my god.
She carefully let go of the chair, hoping that she was steady enough to walk again, and glanced back at the screen. Blood was still seeping out of her clones stab wounds and it was at that moment she realised that she needed to take direct action. She knew she needed answers and it quickly became apparent to her she was only going to get them from one person. Unfortunately that person was bleeding to death and only she was aware of this.
Thousands of thoughts were running through Chloe's head as she pondered her next action but she knew one thing, that people close to her had been hiding the truth and that at this moment in time she could trust no-one, not even the ones she believed loved her eternally. She had to find a way of getting the clone or whoever she was out of the building alive and without anyone knowing. She reached over to the back up cameras she had turned on and turned them off, so anyone entering the room or reviewing the security tapes wouldn't know they had been turned on and would instead use the looped footage in analysis. She grabbed hold of her bag and pulled out her mobile, before running down the back stairwells towards the subbasement. She ran down three corridors before she came to the one where she had seen the body, and the scene that greeted her made her gasp once more. The body wasn't there, and neither was the pool of blood.
At first she thought maybe she had got the wrong corridor, but one glance at the number on the camera, 047, told her she hadn't. Then she considered she had imagined things, but she was 100% positive this was not the case. Suddenly a thought occurred, the person who removed the body and blood must have had to be quick to be gone by the time she got there, that they may have been sloppy. Close inspection of the floor confirmed her suspicions; there were faint red dots on the floor where the clone had lay. To most people it would look like a paint stain, but Chloe knew better, and she also knew that she had to find out the truth.
BEEP BEEP. Chloe jumped and then realised she was being paged to reception by Marco. Does he know? Maybe the clone got out of the building via the lobby, nobody gets through there without Marco noticing.
She took one last glance around the corridor, and was just heading up the stairs when a realisation struck her. Why was she in the building in the first place? Who wants her dead? And who was she here with?
As she carried on up towards reception her mind was racing, trying to recall whether anyone suspicious had entered the building in the last few hours, but there was absolutely no one.
She reached the lobby and walked over to the reception desk where Marco was yelling at one of the room porters.
"Marco? You paged me?" She asked concerned, Marco didn't get mad that often, he was one of the gentlest men she knew.
"Ah, yes Chloe, I have some suspicions I feel I need to share with you" Marco glared at the porter he had been yelling at, " And David here would have been able to help had he done his job effectively."
"Marco, what are you on about? If there is a breach of security I need to know it right away so I can deal with it." She said briskly, Marco may be gentle but she also knew he had a habit of going off on a tangent if something annoyed him.
"Do you remember those rock stars I called you about earlier? The English ones?"
"Yes. What about them?"
"They just left."
"So? What's that got to do with me?"
"For a start, they were due to check out tomorrow at the earliest. But they came down here ten minutes ago and checked out, claiming they didn't like the hotel. I was naturally peeved but I accepted it. A couple of minutes later David here comes down and says he just went back to deliver their four bottles of champagne to their room, knocked on the door and got no answer. The greedy idiot wanted his tip so he unlocked the door in order for him to place the bottles inside and found that the TV screen was on, but it wasn't on the normal menu, it was on the list of people who have long term storage contracts with us. I am thinking that they were only here to look for something in one of our safety deposit boxes, or then again maybe I have been watching too many spy movies." Marco replied, with a large sigh and shrug at the end.
"Thank you Marco for informing me of this matter. I will check it out accordingly." Chloe said in her most professional voice. Usually she would have been worried, but Marco's suggestion made a few pieces of her puzzle click together- the safety deposit boxes were down in that subbasement, it is possible the clone was looking for something there.
She strode purposefully towards her office; in order to get a full list of safety deposit box owners. A few minutes later she was heading back through the north east quarter, searching for any signs of break in. And then she came across it. The silver front had been cut into and now had a square shaped hole with nothing behind it. She cross-referenced the box number with the list and came up with the owner's name, a Ms Julia Thorne.
Chloe had no idea what had been stored in there, but programmed the name into the mobile phone; she was going to need it later. Next, she headed on back to her office to check the lobby feeds again. She could have sworn that the rock stars were white, and so therefore she was looking for at least three people, most likely working against each other in order to get something but what the hell was in that box that made it a matter of life and death?
Two minutes later she was looking at her cameras again, and zoomed in on the scene that had been recorded in reception.
She scanned in the two faces into the database, the male one first. It had no match yet Chloe was sure it was a familiar face. She tried the female face second. Two minutes later it came up with a partial facial recognition, that of a Ms Julia Thorne. She didn't need to check her mobile to remind her that it was her safety deposit box that had been broken into, instead she had to question her sanity. For she was sure that Julia Thorne was the woman from her dreams, and for that matter she realised why the male rock star looked so familiar, as he was the spitting image, albeit with a different hairstyle, of the man in her dreams. What the hell?