P.U.R.P.L.E.

Chapter 3 – Teleport to Texas

Scout walked over to it, bent down and tapped it with his bat, "Ah, what?" The Engineer had his wrench out in a millisecond, "Oi, don't be touchin' that I built it m'self." Scout took a look at the wrench that Engie was beating against his hand, it looked pretty lethal. "Okay, okay, calm down jeez it's just a hunk of metal." Engineer attached the wrench back on his belt.
"That's what I thought. Now, that there teleporter will take us to Texas, I built them all over the place to get around America in a flash. You comin' with?" Scout's eyes widened, "Whoa, whoa slow down, did you just say teleport!" Engie nodded "Yep," Scout threw his bat down, "No, no that isn't possible, what the hell is this crap?"
Typical of a shotgun wedding, only without the wedding, Engie pulled out a shotgun. "Take 'er for a ride and see, I won't let you chicken out on this one, you said you wanted to go to Texas, and my invention is gonna take you there. Now get on the disk." Scout had brought a baseball bat to a gun fight, he held up his arms, "This sucks!" and walked on top of the 'teleporter' which he still believed didn't work.
When the teleporter detected Scout was over it, the light and sound became more powerful and with a burst he was enveloped in light, and the world around him spun. Scout fell over backwards out on the other end, very dizzy and in a strange white walled room, behind bars. Scout leaped up, "Why the hell am I behind bars! Engie!"
Through a teleporter on the other side of the bars Engineer burst in to the room, apparently not dizzy. "You called?" Yeah, I did, why the hell did your teleporter, throw me behind bars? I didn't do nothin'!" Engineer nodded, "That's right, you didn't do anything, but you saw that red boy with your own eyes. The damn R.E.D. has a Scout and we the B.L.U. do not, see the dilemma? We need to… examine you. So just you wait, Doc'll be here in a minute." Engineer finished his sentence off with an ominous laugh.
Scout was already putting the pieces together, the R.E.D. or whatever he called them used his DNA for a clone, and B.L.U. or whatever had yet to do so. Now that Scout thinks back on it, he realizes that the shifty French woman who attacked him had a red shawl on. I guess his blood WAS on her knife, this was not looking good…
From around the corner Scout could hear two voices conversing, but he couldn't tell who was who even though they sounded nothing alike. "Is the patient ready?" the other, slower voice responded, "Follow me doctor." From his seat on the cold marble floor Scout could see a tall, dark haired man with glasses, he looked positively mad and had a strange machine attached to his back, the dark man grinned as he looked down at his lab rat. "Oh you vill do just fine, I haf taken ze liberty of equipping my medigun vith a sleep beam instead of uber-charge… you vill need to be asleep for zis."
The man laughed like a maniac as a blue beam reached out from the machine he held on his blue gloved hands. When the beam hit Scout he immediately became unbearably drowsy, the world that he saw through his eyes went black, and he knew no more.
Later, he didn't know just how long later, he awoke in the middle of the night with fuzzy memories of the procedure, at least the parts he was awake for. Scout remembered plenty bright white lights; lots of noise from strange machines, his own voice, coming from a different source could be heard at the end. And finally the exuberant cry of victory, "Anozer successful procedure…" One word passed him, escape