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Naomi sat silently on the floor, trying to ignore the dead body across the room from her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out of the state of shock caused by the vision given to her by Fettel. Instead, she sat with blank eyes, staring at the wall ahead of her, letting the images repeat through her mind. Fettel paced anxiously across the room. Under his breath, he desperately attempted to form another plan of action out loud. He ran his hands through his short hair, clearly stressed.

"This isn't like you." Fettel looked over to the origin of the voice. Naomi was still sitting on the ground, back and head up against the wall. She did not look at him; she was still staring blankly at the wall. The fluorescent lighting made her look even paler than before. Her royal purple eyes pierced through the light and space in the room and her platinum hair seemed to glow under the light. Fettel couldn't help but notice how painful the scars on her arm looked. The red designs stood out on her skin like blood in snow.

"What do you mean?" he snarled, stopping his pacing pattern. Naomi continued to not meet his gaze.

"You always have a plan. And then a backup plan. And then a backup plan for your backup plan." A sinister smile spread across his face.

"I honestly didn't think we would even get this far."

Silence.

"Someone is coming for us. I can feel it." Naomi let the monotone words leak from her mouth.

"Armacham?" Fettel asked, continuing his pacing, slower this time.

"No, someone separately hired." Naomi dug around in her head as hard as she could, trying to unlock her psychic abilities. "A special ops recon team." Fettel chuckled to himself quietly.

"Interesting."

"They know where we are." Naomi looked up at Fettel, still expressionless. He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned his head to her.

"What?" The tone of his voice hit her like throwing knives. Naomi stood up and walked towards her companion.

"Think about it. Would the scientist really allow his lab rat to go without any sort of tracking device when said lab rat has military training and any chance of escape?" Fettel's face twisted into one of intense anger when he came to the realization.

"A tracking device. They chipped me like some sort of animal." He walked away from Naomi, clearly trying to hold back his anger. His efforts failed. He screamed out of anger as he punched a hole through the wall. This slap in the face woke Naomi up. Coming back to earth from her shocked trance she rushed to Fettel.

"What do we do?" Fettel ignored her as he tried to figure out what to do. She could barely make out what he was saying.

"They aren't fucking around with this. They would be stupid to not take the situation seriously." He ran his fingers through his short hair once again. "They can easily track me. Why wouldn't they just send Armacham to contain me? Why would they hire an outside team?" His eyes widened. He stopped dead in his tracks, letting his hands fall to his side. He stared forward.

"What is it?" Naomi asked nervously.

"They didn't send their own soldiers because they needed someone of my same strengths, equal to my power." Naomi looked at him, her face contorting into an expression of confusion and worry. "They knew that whatever reinforcements they had wouldn't be a match for me. They found someone who actually had a chance of taking me down."

Naomi studied his worried features. She could tell that he was internally panicking.

"Paxton, what is happening?" No answer. "You're scaring me." Still no answer. She opened her mouth to speak once again, but was stopped by Paxton swiftly grabbing her wrist and quickly leading her through the building. He barked orders to the replica soldiers in the vicinity, advising them of what was to come.

Suddenly, adrenaline and anxiety hit Naomi like a tidal wave. They were here and she could feel it.

"Paxton, they are here." Paxton didn't even look at Naomi. She could tell how nervous he was getting. As usual, he swallowed his fear, put on a mask of pride and confidence, and continued. Soon, they crashed through a set of doors and they were on the roof. Fettel once again dropped Naomi's wrists and began pacing again, grasping at straws to formulate a plan. Naomi desperately tried to feel at the air around them to get a good idea of where their enemies were, how many there were, and how much time they had. After a lot of mental strain and a headache, she finally got her results.

"Paxton!" He turned to her. "There is only one surveying the area and heading our direction." Fettel nodded. She saw him pick up a folding chair and motion for her to follow him. Rounding a corner, they approached a large generator in which they hid behind, crouching so that they would be out of sight. Fettel turned to Naomi, making sure that she would be out of harm's way. He brushed her cheek with his fingertips, letting his hand drift down to grip her shoulder.

"Listen closely," he whispered. "Be extremely quiet. Whatever you see, DON'T PANIC. We will figure this out."

They sat behind the generator for what felt like forever. Naomi felt her heart race faster and faster as the enemy neared. Finally, she heard the push door open. Fettel straightened up and gripped the folding chair. They heard the footsteps get closer and all at once, Fettel sprung up, hitting him in the face with the chair as hard as he could. The soldier collapsed on the pavement with a thud. They both silently stared at his motionless body as some replica forces filed in from behind them.

Late to the party, guys? Naomi thought to herself.

The soldier was slowly coming back to consciousness. Naomi watched curiously as Paxton crouched down to the masked man.

"The dead man's name was Charles Habegger," he began to explain to the soldier. His raspy voice seemed so much more calm, fluid, and entrancing than before when he was nervous. "I remember him. But are they my memories… or hers? It makes no difference. He deserved to die. They all deserved to die."

With that, the man passed out cold once again. Paxton crouched there for an extra moment, studying the soldier. He sighed as he stood up and walked passed Naomi, not saying a word. As he began to order the replica soldiers, she got a closer look at the body. She couldn't see much behind that strange metal mask, but she could make out some features. Her eyes widened. She knew who it was.

It was the first prototype.