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Taylor's POV:

I've just woken up from a deep slumber, my head pounding. Everything was a blur at first, but then it all came screaming back to me. I looked at my surroundings. Church, Tex, and Caboose were awake. So were Sarge, Grif, and Donut. Everyone else was knocked out cold. We were in a cell big enough to hold thirty people. There was some dirt on the floor, the bars on the windows were rusty, and there was enough light to see what was a few feet in front of you. Church held Tex in his arms, Caboose was in a corner hugging his legs to his chest, Grif was eating a fat cake that he hid in his armor, Sarge just sat against the wall thinking about something, and Donut was tracing things on the dirty floor with his finger. Yup, I had to admit it, we were completely screwed. All of our weapons were gone, I couldn't get a radio signal, and all of our resources are morons. I slowly got up and wobbled over to the window and looked out. We were about forty stories high up and there was no way we would survive if we jumped. Even with our amour. I sat next to Sarge and sighed. He gave me a perplexed look.

"What's your deal?" He asked.

"We're all going to die, aren't we?" I asked.

"Most likely. Just hope I die before Grif." He hoped. I snickered at that comment. The reason why I was making conversation with my so-called enemy was because I never really got to know him. And seeing as we were going to die soon, now is a better time than ever.

"This may seem like an odd question, but what's your name?" I questioned.

"My what?" He replied.

"Your name. I mean, everyone calls you 'Sarge' and everybody has a real name. What's yours?" I explained. Sarge just looked at his lap sadly.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry. I'll shut up now." I said.

"John." He said in a horsed voice. I looked at him in shock.

"What?"

"My name is John Colt." I was shocked that he would even let me know this.

"Do you have a family back home John?" It felt weird to call him that.

"Some years ago, I had a wife, a home, a reason for living."

"Had?"

"She died fifteen years ago."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not fine. No matter how long ago it was, you still feel the pain inside you. The pain of losing them, always knowing that you'll never see their face again, their smile or laughter, or just knowing the fact that you're to weak to do anything about it." I thought I was going to cry.

"I'm guessin' that you've lost someone close to you too?"

"My brother died when I was in grade school. And my mother is locked away. So I know what you've been through."

"You remind me of my daughter." He said.

"You have a daughter?!"

"Yeah. She's about your age by now, maybe a little younger. I have pictures of them." He reached into his concealed pocket and pulled out two pictures. He handed them to me silently. I looked at them carefully. One of them had a woman, about the age of twenty-five on it. She had crazy curly dark brown hair, green eyes, pale skin but rosy cheeks, a gold ring on her left ring finger, a white dress, white flats, and she had pearly white teeth. She was sitting on a wooden swing that hung from a large oak tree. She had a large, beautiful smile on her face. I looked at the other picture. It was a ten-year-old girl. She had curly brown hair, pale skin but rosy cheeks, a toothy smile, and green eyes. She was wearing a red turtleneck, a black skirt, black rain boots, and red gloves. She was holding yellow tulips in her small hands and was wearing a silver charm bracelet.

"The young woman in that picture was my wife Lily. And the child in that one is my daughter Laura. Lily died when Laura was at least two years old. She was murdered. She was working a late shift at the hospital and a man came in saying his sister was having a heart attack and she needed help. Lily had no experience with heart attacks so she told him there was a doctor on the fourth floor that could help him. The man was desperate so he pulled out a gun and threatened her if she didn't help his sister, he would shoot her. Lily tried to calm him down. Then security came in and surprised him. He squeezed the trigger and shot Lily in the heart. He made a run for it and left Lily to die. Lily lost too much blood when they got her to an ER and minutes after the gun shot, she died. I left Laura for the war when she was twelve. I didn't want to, but I was called into duty so I had no choice. She lives with Lily's close friend and I haven't seen her since." I never knew someone with such a sad history. He had no reason to tell me any of this, but he trusted me enough to do so anyway.

"What were they like?"

"Well, Lily was the sweetest lady I'd ever met. She always did the right thing, never lied, she was straight forward, stubborn, and beautiful. When we first met, she was serious, strong, and independent. But I knew there was something off about her. She was always smiling, but there were moments when she had a sad face. I found out the truth about her. A long time ago, she was at the park kneeling at a bench late into the night. I looked at her face and saw tears streaming down her cheeks. She was so lovely and dear. I knew then, from the bottom of my heart, she was the one I needed to protect forever."

"She sounds like a great person."

"She was. And Laura is just like her. Every time I saw her smile, I couldn't help but see my wife in my eyes. Laura is sweet, clumsy, stubborn, curious, and strong. The day of Lily's funeral, I was a wreck. But Laura 'kept on telling me that everything was going to be okay. When I couldn't pull myself together, Laura was always there to help me along the way. I couldn't ask for a better daughter even if I wanted to."

"If it makes you feel any better, you kind of remind me of my dad. After my brother died, I could tell that he was in pain. But he always tried to be the kind of father that I could look up to. Even though he married an awful woman, I love him with all my heart. And I'm sure your daughter still loves you. If you keep thinking about her everyday, and she thinks about you everyday, that love will never disappear." It was nice to talk to someone I could relate my feelings to.

"For a dirty blue, you aren't such a bad kid." He ruffled my hair playfully and gave me a humorous grin. I smiled back at him. I patted his hand and gave it a light stroke. (I'm not making anything romantic happen between them so don't ask.) "What time is it?"

"Three till midnight my guess. Why?"

"Just curious."

"Taylor!" I heard Caboose yell. "Can you come over here please!!" I sarcastically rolled my eyes and stood up.

"I gotta go help him, before he chokes on his own tongue." I said mockingly. Sarge scoffed at my comment. "Nice talking to you."

"You too kid." Sarge responded. I walked to the other side of the cell where Caboose sat quietly. I sat down beside him.

"Can I ask you something?" Caboose asked.

"If you want to ask me anything sex related, I'm leaving." I stated.

"What do you think is going to happen to us?" He asked innocently. I couldn't lie to him, but I couldn't tell him the truth without him panicking. So I'm going to lie to him.

"I don't know Caboose, I just don't know." I replied. I sat beside him for a few minutes then I slowly walked away from him. By now, everyone was awake. I realized, that the Director wasn't in the cell with us. I walked over to Church to ask what happened when I was asleep.

"Where's the Director?" I asked him.

"Don't know." He said nonchalantly. After a short silence, I sat down beside him.

"What time is it?" I asked him. He looked at me confused.

"A little after midnight, why?" He asked.

"And it's April 1st right?" I asked, like I never heard his question.

"Yeah but why?" He repeated. I gave a long sigh.

"Today is my birthday." I said dismally. "I really hoped that I would be home by now, but I'm stuck in this shit hole."

"How old are you know?" He asked.

"I'm now officially seventeen."

"Congrats." Suddenly, the cell door swung open and showed a couple of guards.

"The Chairman would like to speak to all of you." Guard one told us.

"So?" Tucker said.

"That wasn't a request. He wants to speak to you now!" Guard two stated.

"Fuck off!" Tex yelled. Guard two stomped over to us and attempted to strike Tex across the face. Fortunately to her good reflexes, she caught the douche's hand two inches away from her face and twisted it and heard a sickening crackle. She probably dislocated his arm and broke his wrist. The man fell over screaming and the other guard came over to help him.

"Can someone please get this man to a medic." The guard said annoyed. Someone came in and took the guard away.

"Now, I'm not going to ask again." The guard said pointing his gun at us. We got up and left the cell. He led us to a room, which I recognized from the show. It was where Washington released the EMP. The only thing that was different was that the Chairman was in the middle of the room with the Director at gunpoint and the Meta.

"Leave us." The Chairman ordered him men. They left the room silently. "I suppose you are wondering why I called you here today."

"No shit Sherlock." Grif said.

"I brought you here to talk to your new requite. Um… what is your name my dear?" He asked me.

"Taylor Athena Time." I answered.

"I have record of all the people stationed at Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. But there is no record of sending a female soldier down there recently aside from Agent Texas and Private Grif. Could you explain this logging error?" He asked politely.

"I don't know what to tell you." I replied.

"And here is the real twist in this mystery, I asked my staff to do a back round check on you. However, there appears to that there isn't a Taylor Time in existence. At least, not one that is living and looks like you. What is your fathers name?"

"Jonathan Alexander Time."

"And your mother?"

"Claire Anna-Beth Time."

"I see. There is a Taylor Time with parents by those names, there's just a tiny problem with that. She's dead." The Chairman pulled up a holographic picture of a girl about my age with curly blonde hair, emerald eyes, flushed skin, in summery, the exact opposite of me. Beside her picture was all her info. Including birth date an death date. "She died of a tragic accident. Poor dear. But then I told my staff to find someone with your image, and they found you, but you have an entire different story than you."

He pulled up another picture, this time of me when I was about four years old.

"The girl in this picture was an once an orphan, her parents abandoned her and she was adopted when she was three. Unfortunately a year after, they got into a tragic car accident on her birthday. Her adoptive parents were decapitated and the young girl fell into a coma. Tell me my dear, do you ever remember getting into a car accident?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I was about three or four and I broke my arm in the accident." I replied.

"The truth of the matter is, the mind you think you have, isn't you at all. You've been in a coma for the past thirteen years dreaming that life. Until a few months ago you woke up and disappeared without a trace." The Chairman explained. I didn't believe him.

"You're so full of shit. Look at this girl. They may have… similarities. But look at the eyes; the girl in the picture has one brown eye and one blue eye. She only has brown eyes." Grif exclaimed. I felt a little nervous. Guess it's time to come clean.

"Guys, I have something to say. Remember those packages I've been getting from command and I never told you what was inside? Well, they were contacts." I said.

"So what? You've got trouble seeing?" Tucker asked.

"No, actually, I have perfect eye sight. But on my mother side of the family, she has multi colored eyes. And I happen to inherited it." I reached up to my right eye and removed the color contact lens and revealed my one blue eye. "Nobody really knows about my eyes, I get a little embarrassed. In the fourth grade, people egged my house cause they thought I was weird. When I got into middle school, I was fitted for contact lens. Ever since then, people always thought I was brown eyed."

"So that proves my point. You're name isn't really Taylor Time. Your name is Taylor McCarthy. Any who, that was only the first reason why I called you here. Actually, another reason why I called you here so that I could tell you how you will die." The Chairman stated bluntly.

"Okay, I'll bite. How will we die?" Tucker asked.

"By the hand of someone who you thought was once your friend." The Chairman replied grinning.

"What ever, can we go now?" Church asked.

"Actually Leonard, your little friends will never see the light of day again. As for you though, you will become one of my new soldiers." The Chairman said, his grin growing bigger.

"Yeah right. What in the hell makes you think that I'm going to agree to join you?" Church asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, did I say that you would join my side willingly?" The Chairman stated. "Dear Director, I think it is time for you to play your role my game." The Director however was silent.

"Director! You will do as I say!" The Chairman said, pushing his gun harder into the back of the Director's head. He winced in pain and took a deep breath.

"Artificial Intelligence Program Alpha." The Director said loudly. I looked strait at Church and saw him go ridged. "Codeword………. AT821D."

Suddenly, Church's eyes went dull and he grew completely still for a long moment.

"Codeword and voice reorganization verified. Standing by for orders." Church said soullessly.

"Church what are you doing?" Tex asked.

"Go on Doctor, tell him what he needs to do." The Chairman said. The Director didn't seem happy about this.

"Obey Chairman Charles William's orders unless told otherwise by myself or him." The Director ordered before being clubbed in the back of the head by The Chairman himself.

"Thank you dear Director for your corporation, but I'll take it from here." The Chairman said. "Alpha, get rid of these pests will you."

"Yes sir, it shall be done." Church said. The Meta gave him his sniper and picked up a missal launcher.

"Aw hell to the no." Tucker said irritated.

Well, that's it for now. Hope you guys like this chapter. Please be patient until the new chapter is posted. I thank you guys so much that you've been sticking by my side this long. Hope you guys liked this.