Orphans Beloved: "Attack of the Fifty-foot Clones…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved and Sheldon Swifties bits in my Buffyverse and Sheldonverse, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: No copy write infringement intended…
Note-There are always these minor consequences to any great advances in Science.
Part VIII…
Northern Canada…
Highway enroute to Churchill, Manitoba.
The Polar Bear Capitol of the World, as one nervous grunt private…A non-clone, William, noted to his comrade, Fred, a clone as they worked to erect a barricade on the road. Several others under the shouts of their sergeant placing light artillery and clearing a spot for the tanks just called in. Others already in position with dart guns, heavy rifles…Rocket launchers, both shells and gas grenades…
As to why some members of their special ops outfit, including their Squad Sergeant Parker were identical twins…Well, William and the other non-clones have longed learnt it was best in this unit not to ask questions of that sort.
New-minted Colonel Dierden currently on radio… "Our last report was a nervous trucker, practically out of his mind and sober, despite a 0.7 blood alcohol level…"
Which level saved his life, Dierden did not say… Since anyone hearing his tales of a giant but rather sweet blonde woman with cute accent, should he as likely, talk once he's no longer scared to death of either Helena (slightly) and (with far more reason) my men, will put it down as drunken rantings.
"All reports, though vague, definitely put her heading south, this way. She's following the highway, clearly not quite sure how to navigate otherwise, though I'd say she's trying to throw us off by skirting round from time to time." Paul noted.
"Yes, we have our people in position, Doctor. What? Yes, the artillery is in support and the tanks are coming up. We've successfully begun evacuating the town using a phony train derailment of an unspecified hazard cargo. Yes, the mayor and city government accepted the story when General Holcrombie confirmed it. A few of my men in biohazard suits touring the streets helped. We should have the area for ten miles south clear of civilians." Paul peered through binoculars to the north and began sweeping the area.
"Nothing visual so far…Radar?" he turned to a female soldier operating a portable system.
"Nothing that we're looking for, sir…And thermal scan is negative."
"Nothing yet. You said her metabolism should light up like a Christmas tree? It would explain how she's surviving in this cold, though Helena is a very determined girl. What?" he paused.
"Yes, if necessary, Doctor…On my orders…Yes…" he noted, bleakly. "We're ready to harvest anything left of the embryos."
And so, my love life goes down the crapper…He thought. Really don't think Sarah could let this one pass…
And of course there's Mr. All-Natural, who needs a three-hour workout when you're all natural, super- smart techie millionaire, Cal…Cutting in on my girl.
Bad enough Beth was through with me…Would've turned to Art Bell if she hadn't been ashamed about using him in the Maggie Chen thing. Now the girl I put my life on the line for, to some degree…Within career reason…Hey, I took an oath, Queen and Country, and all that…Dumps me for some high-tech, lumberjack shirted, geek.
Though admittedly, there was a lot in our way…Particularly Rachel…
But heck, even I couldn't take that bitch any longer after that kinky sex session…That bitch be absolutely freakin' nuts.
Oh, well…Just lucky I didn't catch anything between her and Sarah for Queen and…
"Sir, we're getting a moving thermal…" the female corporal looked up at him.
Nearly forgetting everything, lost in contemplation of the Dierden…
Must…Resist…
Duty…
It's ok…His gracious nod and smile as she recovered herself…
At this range…No one can resist…The Dierden…
"Coordinates?"
"She's in sector 10-bravo, moving slowly for her size. Looking for us, I'd guess." She noted.
"About two miles." He bent over to look at the screen.
"People!" he stood up… "Our target is coming in…Lets get camouflage in place and take positions!"
"Shouldn't we be playin' 'Oh, Canada' or 'God Save The Queen' now?" clone private Fred to William. "I was thinkin' the theme when the Japanese army comes out so bravely to meet Godzilla would be more appropriate." William noted. "Say, Sarge? You think she's got radioactive breath or somethin'?"
"Shud up." Their clone sergeant, Parker, glared over.
….
"Delphine, it's so great to hear your voice." Cosima cooed on phone. Sarah and S rolling eyes, Felix sighing.
"Yeah…" she instinctively stepped away from the others for a bit more privacy… "I know it has to be professional between us, I get it. But I can still tell you I love hearing your voice? Oh, I'm fine…Really as good as I've been in a while. No, no new problems…"
"Hey!" Sarah hissed. "There's definitely a new problem, a big one…And tell her I won't be able to play Rachel for her again to solve it…Unless Rachel's bloody twenty-five feet tall."
"Delphine says she's hit fifty." Cosima called. "Fifty?! Really?"
Fifty…? Fee mouthed.
"I mean…Whoa, is that even physically possible? How is the cellular structure maintaining itself? And that's got be a load on the spine…I'd've thought the neck would break or dislocate?…" eager tone. "You know Sarah's only hit twenty-five and Ally was even less, there must be something affecting the sequences in variable fashion…I can't wait to come in and…Uh…" Cosima looked round at the grimly annoyed faces, Sarah's huge one grimmest of all.
"Yeah, well, Sarah's having her troubles here, too, Delphine. She's agreed to come in, can you get that transport over as quick as you can?" she smiled at the others' stares. Getting it all together, guys…
"Topside…Marion." S, coldly.
"Right…Oh, Delphine…What about Topside and Marion Bowles, do they…? Oh? OH! You're kidding? An actor! Oh, that's…Ummn, well…If he plays along with us…Right…"
"What?! Bloody hell what?!" Sarah called.
"Dr. Leekie…He's alive…" Cosima looked up to her stunned sister's face. "It was an actor who took the bullet or heart attack or whatever they did…He and Marion were expecting Rachel to pull something, so they set it up with Marion in on it. Dr. Leekie just slipped out till things could be settled with Rachel via Topside."
"And, naturally, they let an innocent person be killed, instead…" Fee noted.
"Yeah, that is terrible…" Cosima nodded. "But Delphine says they didn't know he'd be killed, they just made sure Dr. Leekie was safe before Marion did her thing with Rachel. The guy might even still be alive, she says. Rachel told him to run, thinking he was Leekie. Whoa, I guess he must have been as good as one of us playing another, huh?" she told the phone. "Yeah…" Giggle… "Ally told me there were some problems in that last performance…Uh…" she looked at Sarah, who glared.
It was good enough to fool Ferdinand, bugger off…
"…but of course Rachel's icy evil is hard to pull off. Wait, whoa."
The thought occurring to them all simultaneously…Fifty feet of pure evil ice princess?
"Delphine, you've got Rachel…Secure, right?" Cosima nervously.
….
Highway to Churchill, Manitoba…From the south…
"We're playing for the real stakes here, brother…" a stern-faced Rudy glanced at his brother Seth, both of them in army fatigues and polar gear. "That's why we're up here…"
"Yeah…" sighed.
"And that's why you had to shave your moustache. Not regulation, boy." Rudy grinned.
"Mother let me wear it…" Seth frowned.
"And it would be a dead giveaway among the brothers who haven't been given the Truth who we are when we join that to get Helena. Do you want that, Seth?"
"No…" Sigh. "It really will grow back?" Seth eyed the rear-view mirror.
"If not we'll have them regenerate it. When this is done, we will be gods, Seth…Gods among the petty puny mortals. Like Mother told us."
"Like Mother told us…" Seth nodded, eager. "But we are gonna get to live past forty, right?"
"Once we get the missing pieces, and Helena has the key, Seth. We'll live forever, almost. If we keep our brothers and the Creators from taking her back, so watch for the brothers ahead. We need to infiltrate without detection…Seamless…And no one more suited for that than us, bro."
"Great…Uh, Rudy? Then we'll be gods?"
"After we show the wilds we are the superior, Seth. Stronger, quicker, smarter…" he eyed Seth…
"...Uh, quicker and stronger…Usually smarter."
"And the human creators will all kneel before us? Why?"
"I'm speaking figuratively, idiot."
"You're an idiot, creep face…"
