Hello again.

******Because this just happened this past week I want to say something. This lady at my church, she was killed this week falling off a waterfall in Hawaii. She was a wonderful lady and I didn't know her that well but I still feel the impact of her death just like the rest of my church. But I know she's in a better place. So if you pray, please pray for her family because they need all the support they can get right now. You will be missed Mrs. Stevens. *********

On that note this is one of the few remaining chapters of this story. There are about three or four more chapters before it ends. But I may do a sequel. If you all want one, of course. So yea. Feedback is wanted.

Again thanks to my Beta –Dance Is In My Blood – Your help is greatly appreciated.

Chapter 12

Zach POV

Nick, Allison and I crept along the dark hallway. "Can you hurry up with the hacking already?" Nick complained.

Allison glared at him. "You want to try?" she asked, her voice thick with irritation. Nick shook his head. "Good."

Allison held up her handheld device she had snitched from the lab. "Not much but it will do," she muttered as grids and number filled the screens. "You got a view on the guards yet?"

We were trying to locate the cell we thought Grant was in. Or, I thought. Nick and Allison could probably care less.

But if we were going to bring this place down, I wanted one of my best friends out before we did.

"No guards, mostly. Most are up in the upper levels with high security," I said.

"So, we don't even get good security," Nick responded.

"If they are planning to kill us off, why would we get security?" I pointed out. "They will kill us no matter what." I wanted to get out of the god-forsaken place. Back home, which was a long ways away.

"Stop, two guards in the upper left stairwell," Allison said suddenly. "Wait for my signal." Her eyes did not leave the small screen in which our lives were depending on. So Nick and I crept along the passage way as Allison stayed stationed behind the opposite wall.

A quick flash of light told us to go. Lucky for us we had the element of surprise. Otherwise we might have… let's not go there; these COC agents were very highly trained. Nick and I were able to take out the guards but not before a few shots were fired from the guns they were holding.

Only one managed to hit Nick, grazing his shoulder deeply. Soon it was covered in blood. "Nasty," he said, examining it carefully.

Allison appeared a few seconds after that. "That doesn't look too good," she said, as if she actually cared. Nick glared at her, but I shook my head, glaring at him in warning.

"Stay with it, Nick," Allison said. "We don't have time." She began walking down the passageway, motioning for us to come with her.

"She knows something," I muttered as we followed her.

"There's one body mass further down," she explained. Next thing I know, we're taking a sharp right.

"Right. Where exactly?" I asked curiously.

"Down the hall," she told me. "You check and see which one is locked. This thing doesn't tell you everything." She held up the small device in her hand a little higher for emphasis. Then she stopped suddenly, causing Nick and I ran into her.

"Why did you stop?" Nick asked. Allison pointed raising her arm only a little.

In front of us stood us . . . but not really us. It was creepy. Me, Nick, Allison. There we were. "This was unexpected," Nick muttered. Allison nodded.

"You can't escape," the Nick clone said. It sounded almost exactly like Nick. If you didn't know Nick personally, you wouldn't be able to tell any difference.

"Says who?" Nick taunted back.

"Says you," Allison mumbled under her breath.

I smirked, but my clone started talking, and he sounded exactly like me. "You are surrounded. Agents are everywhere. You will not make it out alive." So far this was the creepiest thing I had ever experience in my career as a spy.

"Allison, you head to the cell where they are keeping Grant," I ordered her barely moving my lips. "Get him out and meet back here." Allison gave a quick nod.

"You can't run. Your friend will be dead in a matter of minutes," Clone Allison said.

"I don't like them." Nick decided.

"But we are you," Nick's duplicate said stepping closer. "And you are us." They kept advancing. Eventually Nick swung a punch at his clone and the fight broke out. We each had to fight ourselves. It was a messed up situation.

Sadly our duplicates knew our fight patterns. Every time I tried something new, the other me would come back just as strong. "WHAT THE HECK DID THEY DO TO THESE THINGS?" Nick yelled as his gave his a bloody nose. He seemed to be having a hard time with his arm.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of an old torch staff long burned away, but sharp all the same. I made a grab for it and was knocked to the ground. My head hit smacked off of the ground and I was momentarily dizzy, but regained my senses as my duplicate pounced on me.

I quickly grabbed the staff and plunged it into his arm. The moment the staff broke the fake skin of his arm, I felt a sharp pain shoot up my own arm. Prosthetic blood spurted out of his arm covering me, and the searing pain in my arm distracted me for a millisecond. And that was a millisecond to long.

My duplicate grabbed my shoulders with surprising strength and threw me across the room. "God," I chocked, breathless, as I got right back up and roundhouse kicked him, grabbing the knife out of his hand that he had unsheathed. I slashed it across his forehead creating a gash that made blood flow into his eyes. My duplicate stumbled.

I took the chance and kicked him, hard in the chest, knocking him back into the wall. I took aim with the knife and sent it flying straight into his heart. It was weird, killing myself even if myself was trying to kill me.

Allison had just finished hers and turned on Nick's. She gave it a hard kick in the neck, snapping it. 'Nick' fell to the ground. "Thanks," the real Nick said, his skin a glowing pale color.

"Whatever," Allison said casually, kneeling beside him where he was on the floor and peeling back his blood covered sleeve. A few minutes later we had Nick back up on his feet, a tight wrap around his shoulder.

"Thanks," he said again.

Allison gave a fleeting smile. "Let's get out of here."

"GRANT?" I yelled through the only door that was locked in the hallway.

"Zach?" Grant's voice.

"Oh thank god," I breathed, finally having caught my breath, as I knelt to pick the lock. When I opened the door, Grant stumbled through. He looked tired and worn, dirty too, but otherwise he looked fine.

"You're alive," he said, looking at the three of us as if he didn't believe it. I nodded. "Nick?" he said, full of hope.

Nick looked up from Allison as he tried the help her deal with the cut on her forehead. "Hey Grant," he said, smiling.

"Can I go home now?" Grant asked, like a tried little boy.

"Sure," I said, smirking, "I'm sure Bex will have a nice warm bath for you when you get home." I turned away and started back down the hall. I felt Grant glaring at my back but they all soon followed me.

When we reached the control room without being caught I felt better, safer. Maybe I could get home to Cammie sooner than I'd originally thought. Allison started working on the controls. "We just need a good signal," she muttered.

"No so fast."

We all whipped around to see my mother, pointing a gun to my chest. "Mom."

She had a crazed look in her eyes. "You're not going anywhere."

"GOT IT!" Allison yelled over to us. A gun shot rang through the air.

Beside me, Nick gasped suddenly. "NO!" He pushed a chair in front of Allison as she ducked. The bullet ricocheted to another direction.

"RUN!" I yelled, pushing an extra chair towards my mother, who jumped and leaped out of the way.

"GET THEM!" my mother screeched. Nick grabbed Allison's hand as we ran. And Allison didn't make a move to let go.

We ran for our lives, guns following in our wake. Finally we reached a gate that seemed to lead outdoors where we would be safe. "Get on the helicopter." Allison said, pushing Nick ahead of her.

"No," Nick disobeyed.

"GO RIGHT NOW!" Allison yelled to him. Nick hesitantly did as she told him to, and relaxed when Allison jumped up not long after us. "I have to hotwire this thing," she said, kind of complaining.

"She can do just about everything, can't she?" Nick chuckled as we found some guns as shouts came closer, his eyes following her as she went to work.

I rolled my eyes. "You've got it bad."

"ALLISON!" I yelled.

"I'M GOING!" she yelled back. Nick, Grant and I started firing at the agents that started pouring out into the complex. Nick turned his head as he heard Allison moan.

"YOU LET THEM GET AWAY YOU ARE ALL DEAD!" my mother threatened her workers.

I felt my lips pull up into a smile. "TOO LATE!"

In about three seconds, the helicopter would burst to life.

Three . . .

Two . . .

One . . .

The blades above us started to spin, whooshing through the air. Nick whooped as we started rising.

"You'll die!" my mother shouted. Grant started rummaging through crates while Bullets flew through the air, hitting the helicopter. I shot a few bullets and heard the screams of men as they fell off the cliffs.

"ZACHARY MICHAEL GOODE! FACE YOUR MOTHER LIKE A MAN!" Mom shouted up at us. I stood in the opening of the helicopter and held up my gun. "You don't want to do that!" she added, fear briefly covered her face.

I turned and quickly shot at the chain holding the helicopter in place on the landing pad. It took lots of bullets and at least three guns but we were able to get free. Nick, who was standing next to me, was preparing a small bomb. Small but mighty.

"NEXT TIME, THINK OF A BETTER LOCATION AND BETTER PLACE TO STATION YOUR WORKERS!" I offered to her as I raised my gun. I never fired a shot . . . but my mother fell.

"That felt good," Grant breathed as the helicopter moved past the mountain.

I stared at him, shocked. "Grant… you didn't need to do that."

"I did, though," he said. Nick dropped the bomb and we watched the mountain collapse. Allison made a noise in the front, and we all turned. One agent held a knife to her neck. "Drop it," he said smiling evilly. For a second I was confused, but then noticed another agent holding a bomb.

Grant slid a parachute on, as did Nick, somehow without the agents knowing. "Oh, the fun we could have with her," one said, lifting Allison out of her seat.

"Nick," she gasped. Nick held his fingers to his lips to keep her quiet. At the same time, Grant and Nick moved. Allison screamed a bloodcurdling scream as Nick grabbed her and Grants body slammed into mine . . .

. . . Just as the helicopter exploded.

And that chapter ends there. They are out. But it's not the end. MAWHAHAHA! I will let you all hate me now.

One question… was it too rushed?

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