Fanilly l find myself here writing again. l hope this chapter's better then the one's before.
The days grew longer with each passing day. Major liyed on her bed, in her room and stared up at the cieling. a half made paper crown in her hand. with her mechanical body it would have been impossible for her to do most things. but she had learned how to build and do lots of other things people who would have failed to do. she had learned all this for him, but now since he was no longer here, there was no use for all this. no use for her to make these paper crafts. what was she doing all this for. there had to be some kind of reason, yet she did not know that reason yet.
"major." a familiar voice shouted through the wakitocki.
"major you there."
"yes, lm here." she said with a sigh.
"good, we have a mission for you."
"what is it?" she asked getting off the bed and walking out of the room. she had enough time to change from her yellow spigety dress into a pair of jeans and a taintop. she walked into the room were everyone sat and waited for her.
"you okay." one of them asked. she gave him a blank look and sat down.
"so what is this mission you have instored for us." she asked but everyone could tell she wasn't her usual self.
"Major l bet your gonna be very interested in hearing this."
"get to the point already."
"we have been asked to find out about this particular device. it's said that it can clone people, make an exact copy of their image and character."
"okay and how is this supposed to get my attention."
"because." said one of the group members looking strait at her.
"we have a hint that this guy who was killed on our last mission was cloned. so the person that died might have not been the real one."
"wait what are you saying." she sat up listening to him closely.
"what he's trying to say." said the captine.
"that russian guy from our last mission may be still alive."