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A Great Lost

Chapter 18: Video Recordings


When Raphael left the house and walked out into the storm, all Don could do was watch him go and close the door behind him. His mind told him to follow his brother, to stop him from doing something foolish which would definitely scar him for life and something he would never ever be able to undo. But Don was split in two. Of course he wanted to know the truth. He lived for the truth, the facts, the evidence. He was a scientist after all. And that part of him wanted to let Raph go and find out the truth to all the questions they all had in their minds. Even if whatever Raph would discover would bring even more questions along with it, at least they would know for sure the answer to the most important question; Is Leo alive?

Then he had that brother part of him, which had most often been pushed aside, which didn't want to put this on Raph. As much as they all wanted answers, was it really worth it if Raphael actually opened up that grave only to find the corps of their oldest brother? It would be an image which would haunt him for the rest of his life. Could Raph really handle it? Was he prepared for that? There would be no going back. For either of them.

With one part telling him to go and the other telling him to stay, he had no idea which of the two was the right one. Both options terrified him, but which of the two terrified him the most? Raph would either find a corpse or an empty coffin. Donatello cursed himself for hoping it would be the first.

"Please be inside..." He spoke quietly as he walked over to the window with full view of the hill.

Thunder struck in the distance, lighting up everything outside for a split second and it followed with a rumble. It had lightened up Raph's form as he headed up the hill with a shovel in his hand. Never before had Donatello wished and hoped for a brother to be dead and the clutching pain gripped around his heart as he thought it and a sob escaped him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Leo. Please forgive me, but please, please, please be there..." He spoke softly through small sobs and a few tears managed to escape his eyes.

He knew this didn't make sense. Everything was so bizarre and he had no idea how to handle it. He loved his oldest brother and that would never change. But he also hated him so strongly at the same time and blamed him for everything that had happened. He still stayed true to that thought of the Elite not being Leo. That was the only way for him to try and separate the hate from the love he felt. But it was a fighting battle and at times it was impossible to set the two apart.

Thunder struck again in the distance, letting him know that it would be an unforgiving storm. Maybe it was the dead telling them they were angry at their actions... Raphael would dig throughout the storm like the stubborn turtle he truly was until he uncovered the truth. Even if Mikey was awake and could voice his opinions regarding this, there was nothing which could be said to stop their brother from doing what he had set his mind to. No one alive anyway.

His brother had finally reached the top of the hill and was about to strike the first shovel into the ground. Don's eyes went for the two headstones behind his brother and he couldn't help but pray a silent prayer.

"Please, oh please God, if you exist; please don't let my brother be scared further by what he's about to find. As much as I love and miss my brother Leo, please don't let him be alive." A small amount of guilt struck him afterwards, followed with an even tighter grip around his heart. "I'm so, so sorry for wishing this. Please forgive me, Leo, Master Splinter... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

He turned away from the window before he could see Raph throw away the first pile of dirt. He couldn't watch this. Not even from a distance. Tears was flowing down his face, he was sobbing, crying. He knew he shouldn't as it would make it even worse for his injured eye socket. But that pain he felt was nowhere near as painful as the pain in his heart.

He let himself slide down the wall until he sat on the floor, crying uncontrollably into his knees. Everything was finally crashing down on him. Mikey hanging between life and death. His arm gone forever. He would never be able to hold his nun chucks. He would never be able to fight again. He would never be able to play his games again. What the hell would he be able to do with just one arm?

Raph was losing it too. He had suspected for a while now that Raph wasn't himself and he had found him talking to himself or a ghost only he could see. When his brother was sleeping, he had talked in his sleep. He blamed himself for Leo's and Master Splinter's deaths. Thinking it should have been him that died. Raph wanted answers, but to which questions? Did Raph know that himself? One moment Leo was alive, the other, he was dead. The Elite was Leo at one moment, the next he couldn't be.

Donatello was mentally and physically exhausted. These three years had aged him so much that he wouldn't be surprised if he acted like an old man. He had barley cooped before all this had happened. Now all this was blowing up his mind. He couldn't handle it. He was breaking apart. Why? Why was all this happening? Why, Leo, why?

He cried even harder and pressed his head against his knees as he repeated that question over and over again; "Why Leo? Why did you have to leave? Why did you do this to us?!"

But there was no answer. There would never be an answer. The dead did not speak and ghost wasn't real.

If he wanted answers, he would need to find them for himself. But how?

Donatello looked up at the duffle bag he had dropped by the armchair next to the couch. He had almost forgotten about it. Inside, there could be answers to some of their questions. Exhausted, he crawled over it. If someone saw him, he would look pathetic as he crawled across the room, but he didn't trust his legs. He opened it and stuck a hand inside. Almost immediately he found what he was searching for and pulled out the quite large bundle of files and documents he had taken from the Foot Tower lab.

They were grey of three years of dust, but that didn't discourage him. He used the armchair as a backrest and remained on the floor. He put the files on his lap and opened up the first one. There had been no time looking at them yet and he wasn't sure if his brothers had noticed him taking them. But that did not matter. Immediately he began reading the first page.

Even if he understood the first two files, there was nothing of interest. Only statistics and analysis of the clones DNA and body structure. How much of each element which was used to create them and found that they had experimented with it. THey had mixed not only human DNA, but with other animals too. Although they already knew about the seven clones which had been on the video's they had discovered on the computer at the lab, he now found that there had been nineteen clones in total. But those seven had been the only ones which had survived the first process.

Also what he found was that all those nineteen clones had been of only his own, Raph's and Mikey's DNA and none had been of Leo's. Although they had found a vial of Leo's blood in the Foot Tower, there was no mention of him yet.

He kept rooming through the documents and files, reading each page thoroughly and carefully so to not miss anything. In most of the files, there was pages missing, but he couldn't let himself be put off by that or speculate what had been written on them. The Foot had destroyed as much as they could after the Shredder had died and he should be grateful that he at least found this much. So he kept reading and found out how much care they had put into each and every clone they had created. It was only when he had gone through half of the pile, he finally found out whose DNA was used in which of the seven clones. One answer to one of their questions was going to be answered.

They already knew that one of them was of Mikey's DNA. The first of the seven which had died. He had one more clone and Rah too, had two clones and the other three was of Don's own DNA. But he had yet to find out which of them had survived. But did it really matter? After all, they all had different skin colors and facial features which differed from each other. It was possible that they weren't all related by blood and the answer to that was on the pages, but he purposely skipped reading it and refused to let his mind pick up on that knowledge. They were brothers no matter what, blood related or not, but they had long ago decided that they would never find that out. A decision all four of them had agreed on.

But that Foot Elite wasn't a clone of either of the three of them. Although it had been dark and the light from the surrounding city had not given him a clear image of the face, there was no doubt in his mind that it was an exact resemblance of Leo's. Even if that knowledge wouldn't be on any of these files, he knew they had used Leo's DNA to make a clone of him. One that had survived and was now searching the whole city for them.

A thunder reminded him of the storm outside and he looked up at the window. It was pouring outside and he could hear the rain fiercely struck at the roof, the walls and the windows of the cabin. He had no idea how long he had been sitting there reading or how long Raph had been outside digging. Turning to look at Mikey, he found no change with their baby brother, much to his disappointment and relief. As long as he didn't get any worse, he was thankful. But as much as he was worried about Mikey, he was just as worried about Raph. He too was hurt and needed rest and instead he was out in the storm finding answers.

But if he kept going at it, he would get himself sick. Don turned to the window when another thunder rumbled over the their heads. He had to go out there and get his brother before the storm got even worse. Don stood up abruptly when another flash lightened up the sky and the rumble followed almost instantly afterwards. The files he had in his lap fell to the floor and scattered around his feet. But when something plastic slithered across the floor, did he look down. He walked over to the small object and picked it up only to find it was an USB flash drive.

Curiosity took over and pushed the worry he felt away. Grabbing his laptop which had been placed on the seat of the armchair, he took the seat with the computer in his lap and inserted the flash drive into it. When he opened it up, he found four files with each of their names on it. He opened the one with his name in an instant and found a few documents and a couple of video files within it. With no hesitation, he clicked on the first video.

The player opened up and the recording began to play. He saw himself with a small distance away from the camera on a rooftop, playing around with his brothers. He could almost hear the sound of each of their and his voices. They were laughing, talking and taunting one another, but about what he couldn't tell. From what he could tell, it was some sort of recon video of him and as he jumped through the video, it was evident it had been taken from the point of them first meeting the Foot up to the point just before Shredder had died. It was a long video, so he didn't really watch it all. But it was a recording of him playing around with his brothers, training and even fighting with both the Purple Dragons and The Foot.

The other video file was much more sickening. There was no sugarcoating or building up suspense, it just jumped straight into it. He saw himself being strapped down on to a table, barley conscious all the while vial after vial of blood was taken from both of his arms. He lost count of exactly how many. There was no sound and he was extremely grateful for that as he saw himself trying to speak a few times. The humans in the recording looked at him like he was nothing other than a worthless animal up for research. There was no gentleness in their actions and handling of him. It almost looked like they tried their hardest to make it as agonizing as possible. He was sickly pale from blood lost and he had a hard time believing that this was in fact himself he was watching.

But what was even worse, he had no memory of this. Nothing. It was clear he had been awake through most of the video, and he doubted that they had drugged him trough out the procedure. He began to tremble of fear. He was watching his own worse nightmare happening to himself. How could he not remember it?!

The video ended, leaving him confused and speechless. What had happened to them? Why couldn't he remember it? What the hell did Leo do to get them out of it?

Questions... More questions. He was getting more and more sick of questions piling up with no answers to them. Next, he opened up the first document, named Clones. There was all the details of each and every clone the Foot had managed to create out of his DNA. Both those that had failed to become anything and those which had survived the creating process. He scanned quickly through it, not bothering himself to read about the experiments which had failed to survive the first stage. Instead he wanted to find out about the three which had survived and died.

The first of the three had died not long after Mikey's clone, by multiply organ failure. The second one had been diagnosed as brain dead after three weeks and thereafter been terminated. The third one had lived for almost a whole month, but had died from an unknown disease. They had probably not bothered with finding out what kind before they went on to focus on the next clone.

Although he felt relieved that all of them had died.

The rest of the documents was of himself and the analysis they had made of him and his blood. Nothing he cared about for the moment as it had nothing to do with the clones and which he had already read in the paper files. So instead, he went on to the next file and looked through the contents in there. Both Mikey's and Raph's files contained the same kind of videos and documents like his own file. Both had video taken of them from the roofs and when blood had been extracted from them. The sound had been removed from those videos as well and it had been just as sickening. He had not been able to watched through them.

He checked the documents about the clones. Both of Mikey's clones had died of organ failure pretty early, which was a relief, but they had labeled Mikey's DNA as unstable. The immune system was weak and all the blame was not on the clones, but was blamed on Mikey. It was true Mikey had been the one who had gotten sick the most as a child, but was it really because of his DNA? Master Splinter had told them that Mikey had also been close to death a few times just after their contact with the Ooze which had turned them.

Don looked up from the computer and turned to his baby brother lying on the couch. The steady beeping of the machines and his chest rising and falling was the only thing which told him that his baby brother was still alive. But from what he had read, for how long?

"You have to make it, Mikey! We can't do this without you," he said, trying to sound strong but the quiver in his voice was evident.

Returning his attention back to the laptop, he opened up the file of Raph's clones. The one which may or may not have survived had been Raph's clone. Scrolling down to the last pages, he read about the first one which had died. It had survived for almost a month but then they had found out it too had been brain dead. Going down a page, he searched the page for the words; Alive or Deceased. But found neither. Instead he found the word; Killed. Surprised, he kept on reading to see if he could find out how it had happened. But all he found was that it had lived for one and a half month. It had been strong in both organ and brain function. It had succeeded in building up an immune system and begun showing signs of waking up. It had been promising. But before it could be taken out of the tank, it had been killed for an unknown reason.

With a sigh of relief, he leaned back into the chair. That small knowledge was enough to let some of the heavy weight upon his shoulder lessen for a moment. At least now, he knew for sure that there was no clone of theirs running around or being held in a tank somewhere. Of course, they could have tried to make more after Shredder's death, but he didn't really see the point. At least not when they actually had one fully functioning clone running around New York.

It had to be what he had thought all along. The clone was Leo's, it had to be. And with the original dead, it would bring more momentum and impact on them, which he knew Karai would have wanted to go for and did. It had indeed thrown them off and hurt them like nothing else had ever done before. Unconsciously, his hand touched the bandage against his eye.

Donny straightened up again and opened up the file named Leonardo. Their oldest brother had gotten them all out of the Foot's clutches with suspicious circumstances and the payment must have been to give them his own blood to use. There was no other explanation. But would that really been enough for the Shredder to let them all go?

What Don saw before him, shocked him. There wasn't just two or three video files, but ten or eleven. There also wasn't as many documents as the rest of them had and also there was a locked file. He tried to open the locked one, but it needed a password and none of his guesses gave results. So instead he opened up the first video, but dismissed it rather quickly as it was another one of those recon videos. He clicked on the next one and was half expecting it to be another recording of when Leo's blood was taken from him while being strapped down to a table. But what he saw wasn't exactly that. The video was taken from a security camera up against the wall and ceiling, giving a clear view of the whole room. It wasn't the same room which he, Mikey or Raph had been in. For what he could tell, it wasn't even in the Foot Tower. No Foot soldier was present , no Foot symbols or any researchers except from one guy. A guy he recognized pretty quickly, Jackson McLain.

Both sound and picture was clear, so he could easily make out their expressions. Neither of the two on the video looked alarmed or forced. In fact, the two were talking like they knew each other.

"Are you sure about this, Leo?" the scientist asked his brother as he strapped a band around the turtle's bicep.

Leo had his head slightly lowered and it looked like he focused on a spot on the floor. His shoulders was slightly slumped, almost like he was defeated and held his left arm out to the man as he worked. The man picked up a syringe but hesitated with putting in the needle.

His brother's voice broke through the speakers and for the first time in three years, Don heard the voice which he had thought he would never hear again and had almost forgot how it sounded like.

"Yeah... I have to." The tone was matching his brother's expression. But all Don could do, was to listen to that sweet sound of his brother's voice. What he said after that, he didn't register as he just listened to the sound. Sobs escaped him again and he had to pause for a moment to collect himself before he could continue.

"It's not too late to change your mind," Jackson spoke, almost like he was pleading. That cold tone they had seen in the other videos was nowhere to be found and now he sounded just like any ordinary man.

Leo looked up at the man who stood to his side. "Just do it. If I don't then my family..." He trailed off for a second and he looked away from the syringe and straight forward, looking more determined than before. "...There is no going back now and you know it."

The man pushed the needle into his brother's arm, which turned out to be a cannula to extract blood. Don knew that Leo had hated needles with almost as much fear as Raph had of insects. Although he had always been more graceful about his fear, it had still been very real. For Leo to let a stranger do it when he had barley trusted his own father and brother doing just proved to Don that Leo had indeed made a deal with the devil to release his family.

Neither of the two spook anything more thought out the video, but he watched how they drained Leo of a few bags of blood. The recording was in total an hour long which Leo had been lying on the table during most of it and McLain had kept an watchful eye on it.

Once the second video had ended, he went straight for the next one. It showed the same room and the same camera. It another one of them taking blood from Leo, but in this one, neither of the two spoke in it, until the very end.

"How much more blood do they need, anyway? If Shredder wanted to kill me, he should just come and do it himself." Leo spoke with irritated as he sat up from the table, looking all pale and exhausted.

McLain turned to the turtle on the table with a sympathetic look upon his face. "I'm sorry, but I don't know. Shredder wants me to keep taking blood from you until I have something to show for it. So far I'm still trying to find out a way to bind your DNA with the human DNA."

The man took the two bags of blood and put them into a fridge. His brother looked even more annoyed by that answer and jumped off of the table, swaying a little as he did so and had to grab a hold of the table to not have his legs buckle on him. He looked so exhausted and Donatello couldn't figure out how neither of them had noticed it. Looking at this video it was all so clear.

"And my brothers clones? Have you succeeded with them?"

"Most of them isn't stable yet. But I'm beginning to see what is the problem and what I'm doing wrong." The man said and turned to Leo. His expression looking almost apologetic. "I can't keep pretending that I don't know the problem. As much as I want to help you and your family, I have my own family to think of."

"I know," his brother said with a serious tone. "I haven't figured out were Shredder is keeping them yet."

"Maybe you should tell your family about this? They deserve to know and they could probably help-"

"No!" Leo almost shouted at the man, resulting in both the man on the screen and Donatello jump by the force of his brother's voice. "It would put them in even more danger if they knew. Besides, I can do this."

"Won't they suspect something is wrong eventually?" The man asked. "If you don't collapse before then, it will be a miracle. But this will only get more painful. More... sadistic. You've signed on to be a living test subject to these sick experiments. Even if you die- there is no escaping it. Who's going to save your family then? Who is going to prevent the Shredder from getting one of your brothers to continue from where you ended?"

Leo looked up at the man with determination in his eyes. "Then I will not die. At least not until I've found a way to kill Shredder and save my family. I can't." Then his brother headed for the door.

The video ended.

That Leo had decided to save his family on his own was nothing new. But he had known what the experiments had been all about and still he had gone through it. The martyr attitude was something all of them had hated with their oldest brother, because he had thought he had to carry all that weight on his shoulder all on his own. Even if he thought he did it for his family, he should have realized that this was something they should all know about.

As angry as Donatello was at his oldest brother, all he could do was push on and keep looking at the videos, hoping it would reveal anything more.

The next video began like the videos they had found in the Foot Tower, but it wasn't in the Foot lab and instead the lab where Leo had been in the previous videos.

McLain sat by his computer and was talking into it. The man had bags underneath his eyes which was all red and swollen like he had been crying. He hadn't even bothered to straightened his tai nor fixed his hair. The man looked devastated. It was a look Don knew all too well. The man had lost someone he had loved.

"I'm sorry to say that I've found a way to bind the DNA." He sounded sincere at his apology and he looked so defeated as he stared down at his hands. His voice was quivering. "The structure is almost an exact replica of the original. The Shredder had his scientist send me copies of their progress on human clones. But the turtles DNA structure isn't like anything I've seen and has an almost alien structure to me. Even normal turtle DNA differ from theirs and I've only come across it once before."

There was a deep sigh from the man and his shoulders slumped. McLain removed his glasses and put a hand to his face, hiding it from view.

"Shredder has demanded that I speed things up... otherwise-otherwise..." A sob escaped him from behind the hand and a few tears ran down his face. "Otherwise my daughter will meet the same fate as... Oh God. Jen..." The man broke down into an almost hysterical cry.

The pain and grief the man felt struck Don and he felt truly and utterly sorry for the man. From what he had gathered from these few videos, then Jackson McLain had been a pawn in all of this as well as them. Donatello knew the man was specializing in the field of cloning technology and his research had gotten him famous about seven or eight years ago. He had proven that cloning was indeed possible and had succeeded in cloning rodents and reptiles. As far as Donatello knew, the man had not tried to clone a human.

The man on the screen composed himself eventually and lifted up his head to look into the camera, but didn't bother in wipe the tears away from his face.

"The other clones have died... The only two remaining is the one with Raphael's DNA and Leonardo's DNA. Both show great promise and Raphael's clone will be woken up soon by Shredder's order. I'll have them both delivered to this lab tomorrow..." The man swallowed and there was some hesitation in his eyes before he spoke. "Leonardo will not like these news and I'll have to find a way to tell him... I'm sorry, Leo. But I need to save my daughter..."

The next video was recorded from the security camera. It was recording how Foot soldiers was delivering two large tanks, both filled with two fully grown turtles inside. Shredder was also there, standing there in his armor and over seeing it.

"Careful you fools!" The Shredder roared to his soldiers as they placed down the two tanks.

But what shocked Donatello was the his oldest brother was also there. Both he and McLain stood pretty close to the camera, looking at the tanks rolling in. He could not see their faces so he couldn't tell their reactions. But he didn't need to see them to know that his brother wasn't happy. He looked stiff and at the bottom corner of the screen, he could see Leo clench his fist.

"You assured me you wouldn't use my brothers blood to make any more clones!" Leo roared angry.

The Shredder turned to him. "And I kept my word. This one was made before you even struck a deal with me. -See it as... reassurance. If you fail then this will be the backup and your brother Raphael will be the next subject."

A growl escaped Leo. "That will never happen!"

"Then do your part!" Shredder warned before turning to McLain. "When will you move over to phase two? I need results, professor. If I find out you have stalled again, you know what will happen."

Leo walked up to the tanks while the two humans spoke. He took a good look at the tanks and was really scrutinizing the creatures inside. Donatello could make out which of the clones was in which tank from this angle. Nor could he see if the clones were similar to the originals.

"The brain function have to be a hundred percent, and so far Leonardo's clone is only at eighty-three. To switch one's mind to another is dangerous and I need to establish every precaution and foresee all outcomes. I could kill the clone and the original if it's too soon."

"You've succeeded with your rats How difficult is it to do the same with an oversized reptile? Now do it with the freak or-"

The shredder was cut short as glass was shattered. Don had not paid much attention to his brother, but when he did, he saw Leo's sword plunged into one of the tanks and the water within it was pouring out into the room. The Shredder shouted at him then at his soldiers, but Don guessed that it was already too late. The soldiers moved into action and ran up to his older brother where they pulled him away from the tank. But the damage was done. Leo had killed Raph's clone. Not soon after that, he saw the corpse fall through the glass and landed on the floor, not moving.

The video ended there.

Watching that video had Donatello's heart pumping of worry. Although he knew that his brother hadn't died from that, he knew he had paid some price for it. There was nothing he could do for his brother, but still his mind was telling him to run and find Leo to help him. The confusion in his mind was surreal. This video had been recorded three years ago, yet it felt like it was happening now.

He opened up the last video.

Again it was from the security camera. Leo rushed into the room and surprised McLain who was sitting by the computer.

"I found her! She's safe!" Leo yelled as he came to a stop right in front of the man.

"You found her?" The man repeated, disbelief in his tone. "Where is she?"

Leo nodded. "She's with the police. She's safe."

A sob escaped the man and he almost lost his balance if it wasn't for Leo and the desk which managed to catch him before he fell to the floor. The man sat down on the office chair, a small smile crawled up on his mouth.

"My daughter.. Lisa.. you're safe.." He said, crying with relief and happiness. He grabbed Leo's hands between his own and repeated; "Thank you! Thank you so, so much! You saved my daughter! Thank you! You saved Lisa!"

The man repeated it a few more times as he cried. Leo too, looked relieved and was squeezing the man's shoulder in reassurance. Finally, the man looked up at his brother, much more collected.

"I'll do anything you ask of me, my friend! Just ask and I will do it! I owe you!"

"Believe me, I will collect it one day," Leo said with a smile, but also with certainty. "But right now, we need to focus on stopping Shredder from being able to resurrect himself! When he die, he need to stay dead!"

"How do you propose we do that? His clones is just as far developed as your own. The only thing left he need is to find a way to link his mind, or soul to that clone and he can come back to life. And from what you've told me, magic is indeed real."

"He won't do anything before trying it out first. So I need to kill him before he can do that." Leo said.

"You can't kill him without putting your family in danger. You said that yourself. He could kill them in any given moment."

"I know it's a risk. But I don't have much options left. When he decide to test this theory out, I'm dead either way. Either I'm killed, brought back to life and then killed again. Or I'm just dead. And I decide I will go out fighting and I'm bringing him with me when I do."

"I know you want to believe that, my friend. And I will help you any way I can." The man reassured.

Leo looked up at the man. "I need you to protect my family no matter what happens to me. I can only die in piece knowing that I saved them. You need to find a way to disarm the bombs in their necks."

Bombs? The color in Don's face disappeared as he let the words sink in. When did..? What bomb? Immediately, his hands shot up to the back of his neck and let his fingers go along all over the skin. But there wasn't anything there. Nothing he could feel anyway. Forgotten the laptop and the video, he put it aside and ran over to the bathroom. He stared into the mirror and focused his vision on the neck area, but it was impossible to get a good look at it. Yet he kept turning at every direction to try in getting a glimpse of it. Desperation and fear almost had him twist his head off of himself, but he wouldn't give up. He felt from the top of his head, down to the base of the neck and all along the spine as far as his hands and shell allowed him, which in fact, wasn't very far.

Only then did it cross his mind that he didn't need to just look at himself. His brothers also had a bomb attached to their necks. Even more blood was drained from his face as he realized that they too could be in grave danger. Donatello ran out of the bathroom and went for the couch where Mikey was lying.

Upon reaching his baby brother, he had completely forgotten about his brother's condition and was solely focused on finding out about the bombs. He turned his brother to the side, with his stomach up against the backrest and he pushed his head forward so he could get a clearer view of the neck.

But he couldn't see anything, nor feel it against the spine. So he reached into the shell. But nothing, there was nothing... wait...! He had felt something. He removed his hand and tried to take a look, but it was too dark to see anything. As fast as he could, he ran and got a flashlight, which he was lighting down the shell with. And there, inside, he spotted a small metallic cube attached to the spine.


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