Special forces soldiers ran through the halls of the ARC, their heavy boots tramping on the metal grilles as they headed out. They'd just left the armoury, EMDs and guns on safety and in their confident grasps and hooked into belts. The SFs took off to assist Matt, a few of them ordered by superiors to split off and assist Becker, Emily and a few of their comrades with rescuing Connor.
Jess sat in front of the ADD, her fears not completely alleviated. She couldn't get ahold of anyone on the coms now: she'd tried, but Becker didn't answer, and neither did Emily. She sighed, biting her lip worriedly, and swiveled back to the computer terminal, fingers flying over the keys as she called up CCTV and maps. To her left, the blackbox signal for Matt was stationary, whilst the Sfs', Becker's and Emily's were steadily moving towards the building she knew Connor, Abby, the clone, and Helen were inside, even without having their blackbox signals.
Be careful.
She said silently, taking adeep breath and focusing on hacking into the CCTV by Matt.
Abby ran her torch light over the walls, searchign for a light switch of some kind.
"I don't know, I can't find it. C'mon, let's just keep going." She turned around, to find that the clone had vanished without making a sound.
"C-" She cursed under her breath. She should have come up with something to call him! "Temple!" There, that was... okay-ish. "Hello?!" She called again, sweaping the beam of her torch around her, trying not to panic. Just because he'd gone missing didn't mean anything... right? She wanted to trust him... Her hand went to the inside pocket, touching the cold metal within it to reassure herself that she would be fine, even if someone snuck up on her.
It wasn't much consolation.
"Temple!" She tried one more time, sighed, and started walking again. There was nothing for it; he would show up eventually, whether for good or ill.
He didn't know why he had kept going without her. Now he was lost, and his torch's batteries had died. The clone was in the utter darkness, strangely unsettled by it. Abby had been turned away at a fork in the path for a single moment, and he had just kept walking. Like he was on autopilot, or something. But clearly his getting lost had broken whatever trance had come over him.
It was sort of a relief. He would gladly stay lost, if it meant that Abby and her Connor would be OK... but his plan had included him tricking Helen. He bit his lip, trying not to freak out. He didn't know why he felt like this, but beign unable to see in the thick, dense blackness of the space was making him more and more nervous. He didn't like not being able to see. He brought his hand to his face, but from a few inches away he could not see anything. He shook, and shut his eyes tight.
"Abby?!" To anyone who was listening, he would have sounded like a little lost child, calling for a parent.
Connor frowned, pausing in mid-yank on the chains as he heard a soft, plaintive call. Someone was calling for Abby? That didn't sound like anyone he knew... or did it?! He let go of the chain, brushing the plaster off of his hands again, and stood up, trying to get a look out of the cell. It was pitch-black outside the cell, and there was only a tiny amount of light filtering in through the tiny slit windows inside it. Connor shut that thought out, not letting his claustrophobia and fear of the dark take over again. He could not panic.
"Hello?!" He called, louder, brow furrowed. That voice... however inexplicable it sounded... that voice had been his own! Oh. Oh! Helen had mentioned a Clone! So...
He swallowed hard, unsure if he wanted to meet a clone of himself. And, Connor thought worriedly, where was Abby?!
