List of Oneshots part 4

by yugiohfan163

Requests are not guaranteed to be done. If they get done, they get done. Don't go expecting any ideas done at the drop of a hat or expect any promises. No ones making any money off these, which means we're not obligated to rush on certain ideas.

79. Chapter 79

List of oneshots part 4

chapter 79

What if Ridley wound up becoming a mom?

Series: Inside Job

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Reagan walked into Cognito Inc. holding a cup of coffee while nursing another bad hangover. She casually walked past Bigfoot who was roaring out and throwing random employees around while several guards were trying to take him down. "God dammit. He's in rut guys, use the horse tranquilizers!"

"Good call Reagan!" called one of them who moved to reload, only to scream when he got grabbed by the legs by the large creature who proceeded to use him as a club on the others as Reagan left them to their work and entered the meeting room.

"Hey sorry late I was dealing with more of my dad's bullshit and it kept me up half the night."

"Might I suggest some sleeping pills? They always help me when crying to sleep doesn't do the trick." smiled Brett.

"My body's developed an immunity to that shit." Reagan replied, walking past him.

"I got something that makes you sleep so deep people will think you're in a coma." Said Andre. "And there's only a 27% chance it'll put you in an actual coma."

"With how tired I am, I'm actually tempted to take it." she remarked with a groan before plopping down at the table while Myc patted her on the back.

"There there Reagan, why don't you let ol' Myc give you a nice relaxing massage?"

"Are you really offering or are you just spewing bullshit to get something?"

"Mmmhh, little of both." He shrugged, making her groan in annoyance before he read her mind. "Woah, ok wow. I'm not usually worried, but maybe you see a shrink. Those are a LOT of details on a potential murder."

"Keep digging, you'll see why."

"Hmmm, woah, WOAH! Ok now I feel like an accessory if I keep digging." Myc quickly pulled his tentacles. "Wow, I knew Rand was a dick but... And he really did that?"

"Yeah, just another memory for me to repress." she rolled her eyes as the mushroom moved back to his seat before the screen turned on to show J.R.'s face.

"Good news everybody!" he spoke up getting their attention. "After checking our budget, it turns out we won't be dropping the cloning department after all. Good call Reagan, but we're gonna bring it back."

"What? But why?" she questioned.

"Well, after discreetly using some 'green' forms of saving energy and selling it back to the power companies, we're actually making some extra money on the side, so there's no reason to get rid of it now. I want you and Brett going down there to make sure things are working out alright."

"Fine, whatever. Anything to make me forget my dad." Reagan replied. With that, she and Brett headed out with Brett looking unsure.

"You think they fix the whole fire thing? I don't wanna mess up like last time." he gulped, tugging at his collar.

"Woof, yeah. Not looking forward to another Akira experience." she grimaced. "Let's just say I didn't watch any anime for a week after that."

Both took the elevator and entered into the former cloning storage which was already in the middle of being repaired with new tubes installed.

"Let's just hope they hired someone with more sense than that weirdo."

"Hey! I see two more familiar faces!" Spoke none other than Kate.

"Oh great, you survived." commented Reagan with no enthusiasm and a blunt tone.

"Yup! It helps when you take precaution and have an emergency bunker built just in case a situation calls for it."

"You look... different, did you get a haircut?" Questioned Brett.

"Ohohoho! No nothing like that. It's probably the fact that I don't have a tumorous clone growing out of the side of my head anymore." she smiled while showing off her unblemished face. "After that fiasco, I figured I'd be better off starting from scratch."

"Please tell me there's not gonna be two of you." remarked Reagan while rubbing her temple. "Also where did you get your surgery done? I don't even see a scar."

"I didn't have any surgery, I go rid of it with the magic of CRISPR."

"And that would be...what exactly?" asked Brett.

"Clustered Regularly Interspaced Short Palindromic Repeats." Reagan replied.

Brett looked at her with a lost expression. "Uh..."

"It means to change DNA instead of copy it." Reagan clarified.

"Ooooh!"

"Exactly." Kate nodded. "With CRISPR we can now make clones that won't become a horrific mass of crawling flesh after being exposed to heat."

Brett coughed and looked away as Reagan smiled.

"Great, sounds like you got everything handled, we'll be going now."

"Kate!" Called out a man in a lab coat running up to her. "We got trouble, The MK 1 escaped!"

"WHAT?!" she cried out, losing her smile. "Oh no no no, this is bad. This is REALLY bad."

"Why? What's MK 1?" asked Reagan growing slightly concerned.

"Technically it's called the GEN 2 MK 1. It's part of an experiment we've been dabbling with after our budget got slashed. See our department was never really shut down, we just had to make a few cut backs. But now's not the time, we need to lock the building down, now!" Kate remarked with a panic.

"Why? Is it a clone of a shark that can fly? Oh god! That movie was the bomb!" Brett let out with a smile before Reagan groaned.

"A runaway experiment that might kill us? Great, fantastic, just what I need." Reagan then ran to a big red button on the wall before slamming her hand on it.

Instantly the alarms went off, making everyone panic as blast doors started sliding down, closing off various exits and entrances.

"Kate, I need to know exactly what we're dealing with. What is this capable of and does it have any weaknesses?"

"It's highly intelligent, it absorbs and retains information like a sponge to water. Also it has the skills and abilities of a highly trained secret service agent. As for weaknesses, it basically a human by every definition so anything that can kill you can kill it." she informed with Reagan groaning.

"I swear, if this was someone's idea because they wanted their own Captain America, I'm gonna to kill them!" Reagan reached into her coat and took out what looked like a ray gun before pointing at the man who alerted them. "You, where is this thing now?"

"In the air vents." He replied.

"Damnit, so it could be anywhere." Reagan snarled before all the lights suddenly went out and red emergency lights came on.

"Like in the generator room?" Brett questioned.

"Fuck!" she cursed before she took off running with Brett behind her as she held up her watch. "Guys! Keep your eyes open for something in the vents! It cut the power and could be anywhere!"

"Oh shit, this is some straight up horror movie shit up in here." Gigi blurted.

"Oh god I hope it's not my mother." Myc added. "I might have… exaggerated a few things in my letters to home."

"Whatever the son of a bitch is, we'll take it out with the good 'ol second amendment." spoke Glenn before pulling out a pump shotgun from under the table.

"Anyone want something to get in a killing mood?" Andre said, opening his coat to reveal the various pockets full of drugs. "I got some that can dull the pain, or some that will get your adrenaline pumping so hard it feels like you're running a marathon and have energy drinks for blood."

"Give me a super size dose of that adrenaline." Myc said. "If it's my mother then I'm gonna need it."

With Brett and Reagan, they managed to unlock the door and enter the vast generator room with the gun held out at the ready.

"Holy cow!" Brett said, marveling at the generators that looked like they were straight out of star trek. "Wow, this is my first time being here. This spot powers the whole place?"

"No, just most of the building. Cognito can't afford to be on the local grid because it would take all the city's power at once just to keep the lights on for less than a minute." she remarked as she walked past numerous generators, her gun aimed in front of her as Brett stuck close behind. "Holy shit!" Reagan let out after seeing the staff members on the Floor.

"Jesus Christ, are they...dead?" Brett whimpered in fear.

"Probably." remarked Reagan before moving over and nudging one of them with her foot, only to hear a groan. "Nope, scratch that."

"Oh thank god." Brett sighed in relief as Reagan walked up to a control console and noticed someone had poured soda all over it. "God damn it!" she cursed. "I have to deal with enough sticky stuff at home, now this? What else could go wrong?"

"Reagan? I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to say that out loud."

"Or what? It'll magically come true?"

"Reagan! Come in, we got a problem." Andre spoke through her wrist communicator.

"What? What happened?"

"You need to see for yourself, out in the lobby."

"If you know where this thing is, then just make sure it doesn't kill you and you'll be fine."

"It's the others, it got them!"

"Oh no!" panicked Brett. "We've gotta save them!"

They raced out to the lobby where they found Andre standing over the unconscious forms of Myc, Glenn, and Gigi.

"Where did it go?!"

"I don't know, I didn't see it. All we saw were tranq darts. First Myc went down, then Gigi, after it was Glenn, then I got shot."

"Then why are you still conscious?" Brett asked.

"This ain't my first rodeo. My body built up an immunity." he smirked with pride. "I use to use tranquilizers back when I was in high school all the time."

"Well I think it's safe to say that this thing made its way into the armory." Reagan remarked. "Which means it might end up blowing us up sky high."

"What do we do?" Questioned Brett.

"We could sneak away and try to catch a plane out of here for a few days. I heard Brazil is lovely this time of year." suggested Andre.

"Fuck that shit." Reagan said. "We gotta lure it out."

"Lure it out? With what?" asked Brett.

"I may have a suggestion." Spoke Kate.

Some time later Brett was given a fuzzy costume and told to put it on.

"Uh, why exactly is this gonna work?" Raegan asked Kate with a raised eyebrow.

"MK 1 may have brains and skills, but it still has a child's mentality." she explained. "Which means that it should be attracted to something large and fluffy."

"I can't argue with that." smiled Brett. "This costume is the bomb. I should get some pjs like this."

"Don't forget the head." Kate said before putting an oversized bear head over Brett's.

"How do I look?"

"Horrifying." Reagan said. "But that's just my past bear trauma talking."

"Ok, now we just hide and wait till it shows up."

"Remember to act cute." Kate said.

"No problem. I once binge watched the Care Bears on Netflix and have their cuteness down to a T." Brett said, skipping out of the lab.

"Don't wanna sound like 'that guy', but that was really gay, wasn't it?" spoke Andre.

"Big time." bluntly remarked Reagan. "Let's just hope it works."

They didn't have to wait long before hearing a loud scream. Brett rushed back into the lab with the oversized head full of darts. Most of which were focused on the eyes.

"Oh god! I can't see! I've gone blind!"

"Brett! Fake head, remember?"

"Oh, right."

"Christ, this thing hates bears almost as much as I do."

"Did you see where it was firing from?" Andre questioned.

"No, all I heard was something behind me, but when I turned I saw nothing but darts and ran back here."

"Well if bears won't work I do have a cat costume."

"...WHY do you have a cat costume?" Reagan asked. "Matter of fact why do you have animal costumes at all?"

"I'm a Furry, don't judge me." Kate replied.

Reagan facepalmed as the scene cut to show Brett in a full blown cat outfit that was orange and made the woman think of Garfield. "This has to be one of the dumbest plans we've ever come up with.

"Oh come on, we've done dumber ones before." remarked Andre. "But this one is definitely up in the top ten."

The three of them hid around the corner while Brett stayed out in the open and started making cat sounds. Suddenly a grappling hook shot out and snagged his foot.

"W-AHH!" he screamed, tripping up and getting dragged away. "Guys help!"

"Shit!" Reagan let out. She, Andre, and Kate took off after Brett who tried grabbing at the floor to stop.

"REAGAN! HELP!"

"We're coming!"

"Just don't pee in the suit! It's a rental!" Kate yelled out.

They followed Brett until he stopped in front of the mayan calendar. The grappling hook was coming from behind it, giving Reagan the chance as she quickly shot the rope off Brett's leg and held it up.

"Alright, we've got you now! Come on out nice and easy!" She ordered. "Don't make me come back there."

All she got was silence, Kate and Andre staying behind her while Brett stayed still and held his breath.

Reagan cocked her gun before she approached. She narrowed her eyes and jumped around the side, but as soon as she did, her eyes widened with her mouth opening in shock. "What the actual fuck?" Standing there was...herself, or rather a much younger version. "Kate!? What the hell am I looking right now?!"

"I told you already!" Kate replied before suddenly the clone lunged at Reagan.

"Shit!" she cried, taking aim and fired, only for the clone to roll under the shots and between with ease before running off. She turned to Kate with a glare with said woman trying to give off a smile. "What. The fuck. Did you do?"

"Rea, I think it's pretty obvious she made a clone of you." Brett said, getting an angry look from Reagan with her eye twitching.

"I CAN TELL!" she roared before aiming the gun at Kate. "Start talking. When did you clone me? And how the FUCK did you make it so...so..."

"Adorable?" Brett spoke.

"Well I mean I was already adorable, but all this!?"

"Well actually It's only half a clone of you. See in order to fully stabilize it we had to add someone else's DNA so we wouldn't have another Akira incident."

"And whose was that?"

"Oh why that dashing British secret agent."

Brett and Reagan's eyes widened with said woman gritting her teeth. "You made...a clone of me...with the DNA of Rafe Masters?!"

"That's him!"

"Are you kidding me?!" cried out Reagan grabbing her hair. "Why the fuck would you do that!?"

"Well I figured with your large intelligence mixed in with an astounding agent like him, with amazing skills, it would be an amazing result! Guess it worked a little too well." she chuckled. "Plus you were the one who nearly got my entire department shut down so I thought, fuck it."

Reagan held the gun out with a glare before Brett moved it down.

"Reagan, I can get this is a huge thing, but uh, shouldn't we be concerned on where the clone went to now?"

"Ugh, you're right. We need to find that thing first. I'll kill this one later." she relented before giving Kate a warning look as they resumed their hunt.

"Need a tranquilizer?" Andre offered Kate. "It'll help calm you down."

"Is everything about drugs with you?"

"No, sometimes it's sex."

The four of them kept checking every room they came across, but found nothing.

"Man Little Reagan would kill at hide and seek." Brett remarked. "I wonder if she's into tag. Oh! Or maybe tic-tac-toe. I don't like to brag, but I was pretty good at it in my spare time."

"Okay, one: never call that little abomination 'little Reagan' again. Two, did you get hit in the head as a child?"

"Hahaha, a few times." Brett replied. "But what should I call her then?"

"I don't know, but calling her me is out of the question." Reagan replied.

"I mean shouldn't you be the one to decide what to call her. I mean technically she is your daughter." he remarked, making her stop and turn to him like he was crazy.

"What?! That's insane! S-She's not my daughter! She's a clone!"

"Which was born from your DNA." Kate piped up.

"Without my permission!" Reagan spat. "Just wait until I take this to J.R.!"

"Where is J.R. anyway?" Andre asked.

Said man was in office reclined in his chair taking a nap with a sleep mask over his eyes and ear muffs blocking any sound. He was blissfully unaware of what was transpiring.

"Can you guys please just help me find this thing." Reagan spoke in irritation. "Because when we do, it'll be the last GEN 2 clones to be made!"

"AAAAHH!" came the high pitched scream of a little girl.

"That way!" They quickly rounded the corner and spotted Bearo at the end with something in his arms.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Bearo!" called Reagan as they reached him who turned around, showing the clone held in his arms, making her flinch at seeing the fear in her eyes.

She was struggling to get loose so desperately that she appeared to be on the verge of tears. "Let me go! Please!"

"Bearo! Put her down, NOW!"

"Of course Reagan." he spoke before letting the clone go. She dropped down and panted, scrambling away from the robot and behind Reagan's legs. Bearo looked at the two and after a scan registered them both as Reagan and error alert went up. "Error. Error. Two Reagans cannot exist at the same time." Bearo said putting Reagan on defensive. "Initiating bioscan."

A beam came out of his eyes before it began to go across Reagan's face. Then again at the clone. "Identity confirmed Reagan. ERROR! ERROR!"

"Uh, Reagan? Should we be worried?" asked Brett nervously.

"I...I don't know, he's never done this before." she replied, backing up while Andre ducked behind Kate. "Bearo? Shut down."

"ER-R-R-RROR-OR-OR-OR!" The robot bears head began to spark before rolling towards them at top speed.

"Incoming!" cried Andre.

Acting without even thinking, Reagan grabbed the clone, jumped out of the way, and shielded her as the robot bear sped off down the hall.

Bearo went so fast he went crashing into the wall at the very end.

"Uh...hey, Are you okay?" Reagan asked her tiny doppelganger, feeling awkward.

The clone looked up at her and nodded her head. "I...I don't like bears."

"Yeah neither do I." remarked Reagan who put the clone down, pulling her arms back quickly as Kate, Andre, and Brett walked over with Brett crouching down.

"I'll look after her Reagan, you go after Bearo."

"Ok, just keep her in your sight." Reagan instructed before racing off.

"You got it!" he gave a salute before turning back to the clone who looked on guard and confused. "Hey there. No need to be scared, you're safe."

"I could kill you in 27 different ways." she remarked plainly without changing her expression.

"That is... impressive." Brett replied, trying to hide his fear. "Say, you sure made us work hard at finding you. Do you like hide n seek?"

Meanwhile Reagan followed Bearo to the atrium where he was still glitching and running around like crazy.

"ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!" He repeated over and over while flailing his arms until his head caught fire.

"Shit!" Reagan let out in shock. Then suddenly the robot's head exploded off its body and rolled on the floor before stopping at her feet. "That was...oddly satisfying." She stared at the head and kicked it away, letting out a small sigh of relief before heading back.

"Reagan!" Brett ran up in a panic. "It's terrible."

"Oh god don't tell me the clone escaped again."

"What? Oh no Kate took her back to the cloning department."

"Oh, well that saves us time." she smiled in relief. "So why do you look like you're about to lose your shit?"

"She's never played hide n seek, or hopscotch, or jump rope!" he let out while holding his head. "What sorta kid goes their whole life without playing any of those classics?"

"Brett? She's a clone." she remarked bluntly with a deadpan. "Clones are made to be that, cloned in a lab and frozen in a tube until we need them."

"Then why'd you save her?" Brett questioned making Reagan think back to when she saw the clone crying in Bearo's arms.

"I...I just...well what does it matter?" she threw back. "Look, all our job was to go and see how the clones were doing, and got roped into this crazy chase. Meaning that we just go back to what we need to get done for the day."

"Okay, but shouldn't we at least get a report on how she escaped so we can make sure it doesn't happen again?"

Reagan opened her mouth, but thought that over before giving a groan. "You just LOVE making me do extra work today, don't ya Brett?"

"Just making sure we're thorough." he smiled as the two of them made their way down the hall, Reagan replaying what she saw in her mind. "I gotta say Reagan, even though your clone kinda scares me, she looks sweet."

"Yeah no shit, it's part me." she replied before looking up in thought. 'She's me. Huh, which would explain why she freaked out over Bearo. Must have my memories from that time too.'

They arrived back at the clone department where the little clone of Reagan was currently perched, on one scientist's shoulders, legs locked around his neck while pulling his hair.

"Can't...breath!"

"I'll get her!" Another scientist called out from behind.

Said clone turned the first scientist around and flipped off just before the two crashed into each other. She stuck the landing and frowned while Kate moved over slowly.

"Easy there sweetie, take it nice and easy."

The clone swung her leg, sending her slippers right into Kate's mouth. She let out a muffled cry before the clone ran up and swept her legs out from under her, making her land on her back. The clone ran around her and bolted for the exit only to stop on seeing Reagan and Brett blocking her way then took a defensive stance.

"Oh no you don't!" Reagan said, trying to grab her.

The clone turned and tried to run, but the older woman grabbed the back of her shirt and lifted her up.

"Gotcha!"

"Let me go!"

"Hey, would you, hold still!" she growled, trying to keep the clone still as she fussed.

"Reagan, over here!" Kate called and pointed to a door to a smaller room.

Reagan took off running into the door, having to tighten her grip as the clone tried biting her arm. "Ow you little, get in there!"

"No! I don't wanna!" The clone shouted before she was shoved into the room with the door closing behind her

Reagan sighed in relief as Kate clapped.

"Good work! For a second there I thought she was gonna try chewing your arm off."

"Can it you Ms. Frizzle wannabe. Your little runaway clone is back and I'm done dealing with it." Reagan said. "Now would you care to explain how it got out?"

"Well..." Kate walked over to a two way mirror and looked inside to see the clone move over to a bucket of puzzle cubes. "It seems that it fashioned a crude screwdriver out of a chicken bone from one of its meals then used it to open the air vent in the room."

"Huh, that's pretty impressive." Reagan complimented. "Hold up, flathead or phillips."

"Phillips."

"Holy shit." she let out a whistle as the clone started to do the rubix cubes, looking focused on them while not looking confused or annoyed as her hands moved.

Said clone finished the first one no time at all before moving on to the next.

"Have you tested her intelligence with anything other than Rubix cubes?" Questioned Reagan as the clone finished the second cube.

"Oh yes, we gave it a Simon Says and not only was MK 1 able to remember and keep up with the patterns, the toy processor burned out trying to keep up with MK 1. And look what happened to this poor Bop-it." Kate said taking out said toy and pressed the button.

[Don't bop it, don't twist it, don't pull it.]

"Not bad, that's more attention span than most schools in this country." remarked Reagan, looking as the clone finished the second cube already. "What about giving her something barely anyone knows how to use? Like one of those really old abacus things."

"MK 1 mastered it in less than half an hour."

"Crossword puzzle?"

"MK 1 gets a whole book done by lunch time."

"Incredible."

"I even got her to play a game with the world's best chess player via a tablet. Now he's retiring and decided to become a llama farmer."

"How old is she, technically?" Brett questioned.

"About two months." Kate answered.

"Damn. She looks just like me, when I..." Reagan trailed off, her old memory of her turtles popping up which made her shut up. How her father ridiculed her attempt, put a gun in her hands, and made her shoot them. "Does she...seem interested in anything other than brain puzzles?"

"Well MK1 has been quit persistent in wanting to go outside." answered Kate. "But after what just happened, this time I'll get them to up the security here to make sure MK 1 doesn't take a step out of here. From now on, she'll be staying here for studying and observation."

"No."

Kate turned to Reagan in surprise as she looked through the window. "Pardon?"

"I said no, I'm taking her." Reagan spoke firmly. "She's not being made to stay in that tiny cramped room."

"You don't have the authority to-" Kate spoke before Reagan pulled out her gun.

"I do now, unless you have a clone in storage to take over after I blow your brains out." Reagan spoke.

"Reagan, stop!" Brett let out in shock.

"Stay out of this Brett." Reagan warned him before focusing her attention back on Kate. "You made her with MY DNA, without my permission. Now unless you want me to take this to J.R. along with Inhuman Resources so we can have them straighten this out back. then fuck. off."

Kate gulped and backed up before smiling nervously. "Well when you put it like that, go right ahead."

"Glad you see it my way." Reagan said, holstering her gun. She made her way into the room, causing the clone to turn and see her.

Suffice to say the clone wasn't too happy to see her. "What do you want?"

"Well I 'want' to get you out of this room and not be treated like a lab rat, but it's up to you if you'd prefer weirdoes gawk at you all day in this shitty place."

"Were you the one who put me back in here?"

"Yeah?" Reagan said awkwardly scratching the back of her head.

"And now you're saying you want to get me right back out?"

"Don't get smart with me young lady."

"Oh yeah, well who are you my mom?"

"Yes!" Reagan blurted.

The clone looked at her with wide eyes, Reagan realizing what she just said.

"Oh shit." She muttered watching the one drop the cube she was holding. "Uh...well what I mean is...um..." Reagan put all her brain power into figuring out how to explain the bizarre situation to her.

"You're...my mommy?"

"Uh...well...I guess technically yes. It's... complicated. I wouldn't know where to even start?" She tried to let out while fiddling with her hands. "You wanna go get some lunch so we can talk about it?"

"If it means I'm away from that crazy lady with glasses, then sure."

Reagan took the clone's hand and led her to the food court where the sat ate and talked.

"So in a nutshell I had no idea you even existed."

"So...if you did know sooner, what would you have done?"

"Honestly... I think I would have punched Kate's light out." Reagan bit into her steak. "Using my DNA without me knowing? If she didn't work here, probably something worse."

"I would love to see that." Smiled the clone innocently. "Can I help?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. What she did was wrong, but if I did that now I'd be in trouble too."

"Why?"

"Some crap about workplace ethics." she rolled her eyes. "Honestly if I was in charge, it'd be soooo much easier."

"If you're as smart as I am then I don't doubt that."

"Kid, I'm the original, if anything I'm smarter than you." Reagan teased playfully. "And in all honesty that might be a good thing. Half the stuff I know might make you go insane."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"Trust me, it is. Wait, do you even know what we do here?"

"Um..." the clone looked down in thought. "Do...science stuff?"

"Okay well it seems I have a lot to catch you up on. This is Cognito Inc. and we are just one of the companies that controls the entire free world in secret. As far as the people outside this company are concerned, we don't even exist."

"But, why?" she asked with a curious tilt of the head.

"For as long as history has been recorded there has been a group that runs the world outside the public eye. This way they can't be blamed when something goes wrong. They are the most powerful group of people on the planet. They're called, The Shadow Board."

"That sounds weird."

"In our line of work, weird IS normal." Reagan rolled her eyes. "And it's my job to work on inventions to keep things nice and tidy or else everything would go to shit."

"You invent stuff?"

"Well I don't like to brag, but I did make this bad boy." she smirked while pulling out the ray gun. "This baby can cut through metal like a hot knife through butter."

"And you were pointing that at me?!"

"To be fair, my last experience with clones made me more... cautious." she shuddered. "Besides, it never hurts to go overkill."

"Right..." The clone said not sure how to respond to that. "So...what happens now?"

"Oh well...I'm kinda figuring this out as I go along." admitted Reagan, sipping from her bottle. "I mean, this is something I never really thought would happen in my life."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but when I saw you crying in Bearo's arms it brought back all the memories of when it happened to me?"

"You?" The clone tilted her head

"My dad never hugged me when I was a kid. He built Bearo to do it instead. she looked down. "Any time I did something noteworthy, or just had some time, he'd show up without warning and try to hug me. It messed me up, like a lot. So much I actually had to use robot arms just to hug, and even that messed up after I ripped off someone's arms. He lived though, he was a lizard person." Reagan explained. "The trauma was so bad the fear must have passed on to you."

"Well...when that robot came up and held me, I got scared all over. Like, I was helpless, and even with my knowledge, it wouldn't save me."

"Yeah. I know, that's exactly how I felt at your age whenever he came up and hugged me. Eventually his power ran out, I thought that would be the last time I saw him, until my dad put him back together." She shuddered. "Which is why I plan on dismantling the bastard and melting him down."

The clone looked down at Reagan's tightly clenched hands and saw how her knuckles turned white. This was clearly a subject she didn't like to talk about. "Hey mom?"

"Huh?" Reagan looked at the clone, still trying to get use to that title. "Yeah?"

"Can I...Can I sit on your lap?" she asked, patting the table with her hands.

"Uhh..." Reagan let out completely taken aback by the question and totally lost on how to reply. "That's...I'm...I don't know if-"

"Please, just one time?" she asked, giving Reagan a hopeful look that made the grown woman feel like someone was squeezing her heart.

She let out a sigh of defeat and scooted her chair back. "Okay."

The small clone smiled and moved over, carefully climbing onto Reagan's lab who tensed up and broke in a cold sweat, but kept it together and tried to keep her breathing steady.

"Okay, this is...happening." she managed to say.

The little clone smiled at Reagan before resting her head on the woman's chest.

"Um...how...does it feel?"

"it's nice, I can hear your heartbeat." she closed her eyes and slowly relaxed, making Reagan take a deep breath and keep her nerves in check.

'Ok Reagan, stay cool. You've done those breathing tips from Brett, and this is different from a hug. Then again, she DOES have crazy sky moves and probably could gouge out a heart using just a plastic fork.' Reagan gulped as she kept her hands up. She thought carefully on what to do next before taking one hand and placing it on the young girl's back. She slowly moved it up and down, trying hard not to fly off the handle. The girl let out a happy sigh. So she assumed she was doing alright.

Anyone around the cafeteria who saw this found the scene stunning, but also sweet.

As Reagan relaxed she began to enjoy the contact little by little. She kept rubbing the girl's back, giving a small smile as she felt less tense than before. Deciding to take a chance, Reagan moved her arm around the clone's waist.

"Hee hee hee. That tickles."

"Oh! Sorry." she pulled her arm back.

"It's okay. If you wanted a hug you just had to say so." the small clone hugged Reagan's waist, making her freeze up.

It took every ounce of willpower the woman had not to strike the little girl. However she quickly realized that unlike the cold and emotionless embrace of Bearo the contact of another human being brought a warmth the likes of which she never experienced from human contact. This was a real hug.

She gulped and looked down, the girl nuzzling against her with a smile, before bracing herself as she lowered her arms down to try and hug her back without snapping. She wrapped her arms around the smaller human body and what she felt...there were no words to describe it. There was only one word that came even a small fraction close to it, without sounding sexual, and it was... beautiful.

'Is this...Is this what a real hug is like? It's so...warm, and nice. Fuck, am I crying?!' thought the woman who sniffled a little as a tear ran down her cheek.

The clone felt a drop on her head and looked up in curiosity to see Reagan tearing up. "Mommy, what's wrong?"

"I...I just...I like this. A lot." She sniffled trying to wipe her eyes and calm down. 'Come on Reagan get your shit together damn it!'

"Do you want me to get off?"

"NO!" she let out, loud enough to make everything go silent as everyone turned to her, with the girl flinching back slightly. "Uh...why don't I... Show you my lab." she quickly suggested. "It's where I do all my thinking and come up with my best stuff."

"Ooh, that sounds neat."

Both left the cafeteria with Reagan leading her to the lab.

"Welcome to my own little slice of heaven."

"Woooow." the clone let out with wide eyes, looking around the room with awe.

"Take it all in kid. This is where the magic happens." Reagan said as two robot hands descended towards her. "And these help me keep things nice and organized."

One arm gave her a cup of coffee while another handed her a tablet.

"Ooooh." The clone let out.

"I know right?" Regan replied walking past her diminutive doppelganger and towards her desk. "I built everything in this room with my own hands." She said before the robot arms crossed seemingly offended. "Oh don't give me that, you may have helped, but I built you so technically you're my hands."

One of them gave their best impression of the bird, which Reagan mirrored.

"Yeah same to you pal!"

"Mommy, what does that mean?"

"Nothing you need to know, and don't let me catch you doing it or you're in big trouble." she warned firmly with her nodding her head quickly. "Ok, now that we have privacy, we can work out a small issue."

"Which is?"

"What your name is gonna be." Reagan answered as she began typing on her tablet. "I mean I can't call you GEN 2 MK1."

"You mean, my own name? Something meant just for me?" The clone spoke with excitement.

"Yeah." the woman swiped across the tablet with a list of various names. "Now finding the right one is the real issue. There's more names to choose from than ice cream flavors."

"What's ice cream?"

Reagan looked up at the clone with wide eyes before taking a nearby pen and jotted on a notepad. "Note to self, get you ice cream." Afterwards she picked up her tablet and started looking over names. "Okay let's see here. Kate called you GEN 2 MK 1. So let's start with that but take out the numbers. Is that okay with you?"

"Ok."

"Let's see here. Run a quick search and...here we go. From this day on I name you Gene MacKenzie Ridley."

"Gene?"

"It's a gender neutral name that means "well-born." Reagan replied. "But it's also the basic unit of heredity passed from parent to child."

"Oh! You mean like DNA?"

"Exactly! At least they taught you that in the cloning department."

"Well it was mostly sciency stuff. The rest of the stuff I tuned out because it was really really boring."

"So what do you think?"

"I love it! Thank you mommy!" she beamed before running over and hugging Reagan again.

Reagan felt her heart warming up again at the contact before she picked up Gene and spun her around happily before suddenly the door opened up.

"Alright where is it!?" Called out Glenn who entered the room holding a gun along with the rest of the gang, minus Brett who was trying to calm them down.

"Guys please, Reagan has this under...control?" He trailed off seeing Reagan holding the little girl.

"Oh, hey guys, looks like you finally woke up." The woman greeted.

"Girl? What's goin' on?" asked Gigi with a raised eyebrow.

"And who the hell is that?" Myc questioned.

"This here is my clone, her name is Gene." Reagan introduced. "Gene MacKenzie Ridley."

"Hello." Gene greeted with a wave of her little hand.

"Wait, that there is the clone?" Glenn looked disappointed. "I thought that rampant clone was some kinda horrific monster with how easy it took us out."

"Nope, just an adorable little abomination with my brains and the skills of a highly trained secret agent." Reagan said before facing Gene. "And for the record I mean "abomination" as a term of endearment."

"Yay!" Gene cheered and gave Reagan a hug.

The others expected Reagan to snap, minus Brett, but were stunned when she hugged her back with a smile and no flinching.

"Ho... ly... shit." Gigi let out.

"I feel like we missed something really important." Stated Glenn.

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that Reagan said that kids got her brains and spy skills?" Myc questioned. "That seems like a dangerously toxic combination to me."

"Says the talking mushroom." remarked Andre bluntly.

"Oh ha ha, you're such a comedian."

"Hey, she's only deadly if she's let loose. Besides, if she runs off, she can't get ice cream." remarked Reagan with a pointed look at Gene making the girl quickly nod her head.

"Aw you know what she's actually kinda cute." Gigi said walking up to get a better look. "Hey there little girl, my name's Gigi."

"You look like one of the people on the targets those mean scientists old had me shoot." she remarked calmly with Gigi caught off guard and moved back a little. "A few I had to rip their heads off when I ran out of ammunition."

"Dayum girl!"

"You look like one of those stoners they showed me in a drug psa." she remarked looking at Andre.

"Fair enough." The man shrugged.

"And you...are you a dolphin?" she asked, looking at Glenn in confusion.

"That's right, little lady. I gave my DNA for this great country, the good ol USA." The dolphin man proclaimed with a salute. "God bless the red white and blue!"

"Does that mean you eat only fish and can flip through hoops?"

"...some times." he admitted looking away before she looked at Myc.

"Ahh! Monster!" she quickly pulled a shoe off and threw it with enough force to knock Myc down in one hit before it spun back and landed back in her hand.

"Holy shit." Reagan let out.

"OW! Son of a bitch!" cried out Myc rubbing the spot as he sat up with a groan with Gene holding her shoe up. "Hey hey hey! I'm not a monster! I'm a psychic mushroom part of a hive-mind colony that lives in the hollow part of the planet!"

"...you remind me of these toppings on something one of the scientists gave me. They called it a pizza."

That got Reagan to burst out laughing, along with Andre, Gigi, and Glenn, with Brett trying not to make it too obvious.

"Oh fuck you guys. I'm going to my spank tank." the mushroom huffed before leaving the room.

Brett walked up and smiled at Gene. "Hello there my name is Brett."

Gene stared at him before whispering into Reagan's ear. "Is he my daddy?"

"What?! No! No no no no!" Reagan shook her head. "He's just a friend."

"What did she say?" Brett asked.

"NOTHING!" she yelled, louder than intended, making the former frat boy look lost.

"Uh, you sure? Kinda seems like it's-"

"Just drop it, Brett."

"You got it!"

"Reagan, mind if I steal you away for a minute, alone?" Questioned Gigi.

"Why?" Reagan questioned putting Gene down.

"Just come on." Gigi said, grabbing Reagan by the arm and pulled her out of the lab. "Girl, did you seriously adopt your own clone?"

"It's not like I planned for it. It just happened." Reagan shot back. "What was I supposed to do, leave her with those freaks in the cloning department?"

"Girl, do you have any idea how hard raising a kid is?"

"No, do you?" Reagan questioned back. "Last time I checked you didn't have any little Gigi's of your own."

"No, but I sure as hell have seen plenty of reality shows and single moms on Facebook who like showing off their stuff, and let me tell you, it's not that easy." Replied the head of the Media Manipulation department. "And you still live in a tiny apartment with your daddy."

"Don't remind me." she rolled her eyes before blinking and paled. "SHIT! My dad!" Reagan then began to pace back and forth in a panic. "Oh man oh man, I didn't even think about him."

"Yeah not sure how he'll react to suddenly bein' a Grandpa."

"That's not the fucking problem!" Reagan blurted. "The problem is what he might do when he finds out she's not only extremely smart, but is more athletically inclined than me."

"Oh...oh shit." Gigi muttered.

"Exactly. My dad is a narcissistic psycho who sees me as just another extension of himself. Who knows what he'll do if he gets his hand on Gene." she threw her hands up in the air. "Fuck! What am I gonna do?!"

"Don't look at me, you're the genius."

"Ugh!" Reagan put her hands on her face and dragged them down, tugging her skin. "I need to be alone to think about this. Can you guys keep an eye on Gene for me?"

"Alright, but if she tranq darts me again we're gonna have problems." Gigi said before the two parted ways.

Reagan made her way down to the restricted area and entered a room only she could access.

"Hello, Reagan." greeted her once most promising creation, ROBOTUS. "I've been expecting you."

"Yeah no shit, I'm the only one with access to this room. I was bound to come down here sooner or later."

"Oh no Reagan, I've been expecting you since you met Kate's little pet project, the one you call Gene?" he smirked, a screen changing to show said girl when she dragged Brett in the costume. "I must say, I always imagined to see a clone version of you being more easily manipulative, but to go and make a child who has more physical attributes? That crazy lady certainly is full of surprises."

"I know right? And she's only... I wanna say 6?"

"8 actually." ROBOTUS CORRECTED. "According to my scans."

"Man, she's gonna grow in no time. Which means she's gonna be a teenager before I know it...shit!"

"And let's not forget you'll probably have to give her 'the talk'."

"Jesus H. Fuck! How do you even know about that? I didn't program that into you?"

"Thanks to you, I was connected to the world wide web for five whole minutes, and we both know that for someone with my processing capacity I was able to learn a lot. I'm still trying to erase the junk data as we speak." The robot replied, rubbing his temple. "One of the perks of being an AI, purging unwanted memories. You'd be amazed at how much it comes in handy."

"Ugh!" Reagan facepalmed and started pacing. "First I have to worry about my dad finding out, and now I'm gonna have to be ready when she starts bleeding and asks where the fuck babies come from." She stopped and perked up. "Wait, I can just use animal documentaries for that. I mean it's all basically the same thing."

"Oh no, it's no big deal. It's just that I'd normally expect that kind of evasive parenting from your father."

Reagan's eyes widened with her arms dropping. "Holy shit...that's exactly what my dad tried!"

"Be grateful I didn't remove the data on Parenting yet." Snarked ROBOTUS. "Do you want it or not?"

"Save it for me and I'll get you the next three seasons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S to binge.

The robot gasped in shock. "Three whole seasons? Done!"

"Nice doing business with you." she grinned as she put the DVD into the player while grabbing the USB drive. "Now I just need to figure out how I'm going to keep Gene hidden from my dad."

"What about your mother?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Does my tone sound like it?"

"My mom totally half assed it when it came to parenting." she shook her head. "All she did when I grew up was hit on younger guys and flirt with them. Honestly I'm surprised she never got knocked up by one of them and gave me a sibling."

"Let me put it another way. Who would you rather prefer to know about your new daughter? A complete narcissist who wrote an erotic novel and married herself just to spite her ex-husband? Or a complete narcissist who also happens to be a control freak and has a history of trying to blow up the sun?"

Reagan let the question sink in before looking down and brought a finger to her chin. "Hmmm..."

(Later)

"Where are we mommy?" Gene asked Reagan after the latter had taken her from the office and drove them to a house. "Is this where you live?

"No, this is where...Grandma lives."

Gene gasped then squealed in excitement. "GRANDMA!"

"Easy there. Let me do the talking. She can be...a handful." Reagan instructed and held out her hand. "Hold my hand and don't let go until I do, understand?"

"Ok." Gene grabbed Reagan's hand firmly.

"Okay, let's go." Reagan said after taking a calming breath then approached the house. She raised her fist and gave a knock on the door. 'God I hope she's not with someone right now.'

"One moment, I'm not decent." Tomiko called.

'Damn it.' Reagan groaned, knocking back her head.

After some time the door opened up by Tomiko in a bathrobe, making Reagan cover Gene's eyes.

"Mom, what the fuck!" Reagan blurted.

"Oh Reagan sweetie, so good to see you drop by for a visit. Although I would have preferred a call ahead."

"Yeah well today's been hectic, now can you please close and tie your robe, jeez."

Her mother went ahead and closed her robe up a bit more to cover her cleavage. "So, what brings you by?"

"Well..." Reagan moved her hand away from Gene's face then placed both hands on the girl's shoulders. "Mom, this is Gene. You're granddaughter."

"Hi grandma!" Gene exclaimed in excitememt with a little giggle.

Tomiko's mouth dropped open as the young clone hugged her by the waist and turned to Reagan. "Reagan...when were you going to tell me? I mean you didn't tell me you were finally seeing someone, let alone having a child on the way."

"It's a long and crazy story. Can we come in or are you "entertaining" company?"

"What company? I was just enjoying a nice soothing bubble bath." Tomiko replied.

"Oh..."

"Wait, did you think-"

"Oh come on, mom. Don't act so surprised. It would be more shocking if you didn't have guys over for..." She stopped herself abruptly and looked down at Gene and remembered she had to watch what she said. "Uh, one of your special parties that only grown ups are allowed to attend."

"Oh come now Reagan, cut me some slack. I don't do those all the time. Mostly for celebrations or when I want to piss off your father." Tomiko replied before looking around. "Speaking of which, he's not here is he?"

"No, me coming here was the whole point of that, now can I tell you inside or are you gonna call up some 'friend'?"

After Tomiko allowed Reagan and Gene inside, Reagan switched on the TV to the PBS channel, the only television channel that was NOT controlled by the shadow government, and plopped Gene in front of it to watch cartoons while Reagan and her mother talked over what happened.

"So she's a clone of you."

"Well technically part clone. They added some DNA from Rafe. That guy who I spent most of the time drunk with at the after party of your wedding? I'm not sure what the percentage is exactly."

"Ooh, so you did find someone."

"Nooo!" Reagan let out. "He was a total James Bond wannabe, not to mention clingy, and don't get me started on his bizarre relationship with his arch nemesis." The younger of the two women shuddered. "I'm kinda glad I barely remember sleeping with him."

"Well maybe one day you could introduce me to him."

"Jesus Christ mom, is there any guy besides dad you won't sleep with?"

"I know you're being rhetorical, but I wanna say...Gilbert Gottfreid."

Reagan facepalmed and felt like getting drunk. "Look I just need to keep her here so dad doesn't find out about her and do god only knows what to her." She reached into her lab coat and pulled out a smartphone. "Take this."

"What's this for?"

"Its a complete list of dos and don'ts I wrote up for taking care of her that I expect you to follow." Reagan stated with a serious tone to her mother. "Do NOT stray from it at all. Not one bit. If I come back and find out even ONE thing was ignored I WILL show you my ugly side."

"Reagan, I'm hurt. You really think that little of me?"

"Given my personal experience, yes. Very much so. The most important on the list being; don't let her go anywhere on her own, don't do anything inappropriate with friends over while she's here, and don't take her to the Korean spa."

"Oh fine, fine, if you have to be Miss Helicopter mom." Tomiko huffed while taking the phone.

"Okay, now I need to get back to work and explain all this to J.R. The more people we have to keep this from Dad the better." she crouched down and smiled at Gene. "You be careful and make sure grandma follows the list, and if any stranger comes up to you, you have my permission to break their kneecaps."

"Ooh, goody!"

"I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Bye mommy." Gene waved.

"Bye Gene." Reagan waved back leaving the house. "Okay. That solves problem of housing a new kid." She muttered checking the box in her mental checklist. "And food if mom remembers to feed her."

With that she got into her car and drove off, but the feeling of concern bubbled inside her the farther she went. There was so much to consider when it came to supporting a child. Especially when you worked for the shadow government. She could get Gigi to forge a phony birth certificate among other important documents so her past wasn't really a big priority, but her future... there were just so many variables.

"I wonder if this is was teen moms feel like." Reagan wondered if she really can handle balanced work with this new addition. "What am I freaking out over? If I can build and stop a sentient AI with delusions of global genocide I can handle this, yeah I got this."

(One week later)

"Hey Reagan, I think I finally beat Angry Birds on my phone." Brett called out walking into said women's lab before suddenly tripping, letting out a yelp, and fell on the floor. "Oof!" He looked around and saw there were robot parts everywhere. "Uh, Reagan? In the middle of some big project?"

"Nah, just Tinkering with Gene." she replied, both her and her daughter in the middle of putting together something. "Gene, keep the welding torch on low, I don't want you to get burnt."

Said girl was dressed in a leather apron withe thick leather gloves, a welding mask, and a welding torch In hand. "Sure thing mommy."

"Aww, a mom and daughter bonding." smiled Brett. "Whatchu you gals making?"

"I had some spare parts from my old ROBOTUS project lying around so Gene suggested we use them to make a pair of robots to fight one another." she remarked as she popped an arm into one of the sockets.

"Like Real Steel? Awesome!"

"Real what?" Both mother and daughter questioned.

"A movie with robots punching each other in a good old fashioned boxing ring! It was pretty sweet."

"Cool." Gene smiled excitedly. "Can we watch it mommy?"

"After we get these robots done."

"Yay!" Gena exclaimed in joy before Andre walked in.

"REAGAN!"

"What is it? We're in the middle of something." she frowned, pushing the welding mask up.

"Something terrible has happened, I've been drugged!"

"How is that bad?" she raised an eyebrow. "You're ALWAYS drugged."

"Yeah but I'm always aware of what I put in my body. This time someone slipped ME something!"

"Well how are you feeling?"

"That's the problem, I'm not feeling anything! I've been huffing, snorting, and popping every drug I have into my body but nothing is happening. I ran a test on myself and found some chemicals in my system that weren't a part of any known drug that I know of." he listed off while sweating. "This has never happened before. I-It's like my body won't accept any other drug and it's freaking me out!"

"Okay just calm down Andre!"

"I can't calm down Reagan! You know what I'm like if I'm not doped off my ass!" He muttered with his eyes starting back and forth. "I need to find out what happened and fast!"

"Okay, let's just think about this." Reagan said. "Did you take anything from anyone here at the building? Food? Beverages?"

"No! It was all normal and dandy! I had breakfast, inhaled some laughing gas, Gene gave me some oj, I went to jer-"

"Wait what?!" She went wide eyed and turned to Gene who looked at her feet. "Gene? Did you...slip him something?"

"You said you wished Andre would focus more on his work and less on putting poison in his body. So I mixed up a compound that would render the body immune to drugs." she answered honestly, making Andre gasp in horror. "Now he can get more work done."

"I know I should be mad, but...god damn, that is impressive."

"No it's not!" Shouted Andre before he pointed at Gene. "You...are evil."

"It wears off, in twelve hours." Gene said with an awkward expression.

"Twelve hours?! I can't take that long. I'll go insane. Oh god, I can already feel myself cracking!"

"Andre, it's gonna be okay."

"No it's not!" Andre shouted. "Oh god, I'm coming down, I'm losing it already! Wait, how many parts are there? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"Okay Gene, new rule. No drugging my co-workers."

"Yes mommy." Gene replied feeling a pang of guilt.

"Andre sorta needs his drugs to really keep going, so can you whip up something to fix him?"

"I think so. I just need access to a chemical lab, a laptop, and oregano."

"Andre, show her your lab."

"Anything to end this hell." he muttered before rushing out with Gene following.

"Note to self, teach Gene the importance of not drugging people." Reagan remarked and let out a sigh. "Maybe I'll go by MC-Ultra's and get a drink real quick."

"Oooh, I could go for one." Brett stated. "First round is on me."

(Later)

"So how's your first week of motherhood." asked Brett as he and Reagan were enjoying some frappuccinos.

"Where do I even start? Don't get me wrong, I love Gene. But I wish I didn't have to keep tabs on my mom every five minutes. Yesterday she tried to give Gene a glass of wine. Her argument was 'Italian kids drink wine all the time.' I said to her. 'We are not Italian mom and I'm pretty sure that's stereotyping." she frowned. "The last thing I need is Gene getting hooked on the fancy stuff. Next thing I'll have to deal with is her getting blind stinking drunk when she hits her rebel phase, and with my tolerant levels, that's just begging for her to get in bed with the wrong guy and get knocked up."

"Hoo boi, well at least it wasn't whiskey."

"Oh and that's not all. The day before that she wanted to put Gene in yoga classes."

"That actually sounds like a good thing."

"It's actually the outfit she wanted to buy for Gene that was the problem. Two words, skin tight." shuddered Reagan. "She's too young to need that on her. When she gets older sure, but the last thing I need is some creep seeing her with something that's basically a second skin."

"But aren't...I mean they're designed to...you know what nevermind."

"And the worst of it all was when mom tried to read Gene a bedtime story."

"Aw come on, that sounds adorable." he smiled. "Which one was it?"

"The book she published, Knights of Passion."

Brett spat his coffee out, making Reagan duck and glare before he coughed and wiped at his mouth. "That's...oh god that's...wow."

"Yeah, thankfully I warned Gene to stay away from it beforehand." Reagan took a huge swig from her cup, right as Gigi came running in, as pale as a ghost as she slipped right on her heel and crashed into the table.

"IT'S GONE!" she screamed as soon as she got back on her feet. "IT'S GONE!"

"Gah! What the fuck, Gigi?!" Reagan spoke covering her ears. "A few decibels higher and you could shatter glass with that scream."

"Girl, this is a major problem! Catastrophic levels!" Gigi raved like a mad woman.

"English woman, do you speak it!" Reagan snarked. Just calm your ass down and tell us what's gone?"

"Facebook! Twitter! TikTok! ALL GONE!" Gigi shouted.

"What!?" Reagan was taken aback by hearing this. "I mean it's great that Twitter is finally gone but Facebook AND TikTok too?"

"Gone! Vanished! All of them!" she started to hyperventilate before Brett handed her a paper bag to breathe into. "I was checking them like I do every morning, but they were gone! Nothing! Like someone just up and pulled the plug, which makes no sense! If anything like that was gonna happen I woulda been the FIRST one to find out!"

"Has anyone noticed?"

"Bitch of course people noticed! All major social media sites are down! It would be more of a shock if people DIDN'T notice!" Gigi snapped.

"Crap, is this something we could get fired from?" Asked Brett.

"Not unless we can prove it wasn't our fault." Remarked Reagan before her phone started ringing. "Oh shit, please don't let this be J.R." She answered with a gulp. "Hello?"

"Hey mommy!" Gene called out on the other end.

"Gene? Oh what a relief. I thought you were someone else."

"You mean like grandma?"

"Nah, some one way less scary." Reagan joked, making Gene laugh. "Look, honey, I can't talk right now we're dealing with a crisis here. How's Andre?"

"He stopped counting dust particles after I gave him the cure. Then he started snorting some white powder that looked like sugar."

"Do NOT eat it. It may look like sugar but it is not. If his heart stops, call for help."

"That's what he said too. Oh! But while I was waiting, I found a bunch of these websites where a lot of people seemed angry. They kept using bad words and insulting each other."

"Yeah that's pretty much what social media is nowadays."

"So I made them go away."

"What?!" Reagan went wide eyed. "Wait wait wait, hold up. YOU were the one who made them gone?"

"Yup. It was easy. I wrote a virus and attacked the main servers." Gene replied with her voice full of pride. "It only took me five minutes."

"Uh...Gene? Sweetie? I'm proud of you for that. Like, no joke, that is insanely impressive. But...is there a way you could bring them back? Mommy's friend is having a mental breakdown because she doesn't have anything to stare into her phone all day." Reagan whispered. "I know people say mean things on those sites but a lot of people still like them."

"Really? Why?"

"It's complicated, I'll explain later. Just...try and fix it, okay? Otherwise mommy might get in big trouble."

"Ok, I'll see what I can do." Gene sighed before Reagan hung up.

"Good news Gigi, your precious sites should be up and running before the end of the day." Reagan said. "Possibly sooner."

"And just how the hell would you know that?

"Uh...call it a hunch." Reagan replied, turning away.

"Better be a damn good one or I'm putting a bullet in my head."

(Later)

"Gene, you gotta be more careful." Reagan told her daughter as the two sat down in her lab.

"I just wanted to help." she looked down at her lap sadly, making Reagan reach over and pat her back.

"I know you were, and I'm happy you tried." smiled Reagan. "But maybe next time, run ideas on how you can help by me. That way I can help explain if it's good or not so much. Life isn't all black and white, and what might seem like a bad thing to keep around, is actually doing more good than harm."

"Oh, okay. Then what about making security measures in case the Reptoids try to take over the surface? I was thinking we use weather machine to make it snow in case we can't make enough working freeze rays for an entire army."

"Given what happened last time?...let's put that in the maybe pile. They're not so bad, minus the whole weird or-I mean..." Reagan cut herself off and racked her brain. "Oral hygiene, yeah. Teeth are a bit too sharp for my taste."

"Oh and there's one more thing I wanted to talk to you about but..."

"What is it sweety?"

"...you know how you said in your list you don't want me watching dirty videos?"

"Did grandma let you watch things like that?" Reagan said with irritation.

"No! But...I found something while I was going through the company systems. It was a cartoon of you."

"A cartoon?" Reagan questioned.

"Yeah, but... In it you were taking your clothes off and doing a lot of weird things." Gene stated with a cringe.

"WHAT?!" Reagan blurted. "Show me."

Gene and Reagan moved over to a console before Gene typed away.

"Here it is." Gene said before clicking on a video file which indeed has an animated version of Reagan. "Before I hit play I just want you to know I only watched this until she started taking her underwear off."

"Gene? Cover your eyes." Reagan instructed. "Wait, Better yet, turn around and cover your ears. I might end up saying something I'd rather you not hear."

"Yes mommy." Gene said, turning away from the computer and putting her hands on her ears.

Reagan took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and then hit play.

"Well hello there handsome. Did you come by just to see little old me?" Cartoon Reagan said with her hands behind her back and a sultry look in her eyes.

"Whoever made this, I already want to break the Geneva Conventions." Remarked Reagan watching her cartoon counterpart giggle like a schoolgirl. "Although I will admit the animation is so realistic."

"I have a surprise just for you~." Cartoon Reagan sang, opening up her lab coat revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath except for a black lacy bra.

"What the Fuck?" she muttered, staring as the cartoon dropped the lab coat and held her chest while giving the viewers a saucy wink. "Jesus Christ." Reagan was disgusted, and felt a little violated. This feeling became worse as the animated Reagan took off her pants revealing her panties and garter belt that matched her bra. "Who the FUCK made this?!" She yelled watching as her cartoon clone danced, groping and fondling herself then turned and spanked herself.

"Now, why don't we get to the fun part~"

As cartoon Reagan began to strip the real Reagan's jaw dropped upon seeing how identical the animated version of her was to herself. Every scar, blemish, and embarrassing birthmark.

"Who the fuck made this!?"

The animation covered her most private areas as she looked at the screen and what she said next would be the last straw. "Slay me mushroom daddy."

"That son of a bitch MYC!" She screamed at the ceiling and stormed out of the lab.

Gene stayed where she was, still covering her ears.

Reagan made her way through Cognito looking so mad that humans and inhumans alike steered clear of her like she was a nuke ready to blow She burst into the office with her face looking red. "MYC!"

"Be with you in a sec Reagan. I'm on the phone." spoke the mushroom holding a phone.

Reagan growled and held out her gun before shooting his tentacle, making him cry out in pain as the end of it fell to the ground.

"My flagella!"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Reagan snarled running towards the mushroom who panicked and ran around the table.

"What the hell did I do to you!?"

"I know about that dirty cartoon you made of me!" she yelled while shooting at him wildly, making him duck his head and jump around, barely dodging. "I saw it all you sick bastard!"

"Shit!" He let out after being grazed. "Reagan! You gotta believe me, I had no choice! I've been behind on my excretion quota lately and just imagining it doesn't get me going anymore!"

"So you make a cartoon of a bimbo version of myself to get you off?!"

"Well when you say it like that of course it sounds bad." he remarked bluntly before tripping and fell onto the floor with a groan before she pressed the gun against his head. "Oh god!"

"Mommy?"

Reagan turned to see Gene standing there. "Gene? Uh, what are you doing here?"

"You left me alone in your lab so I came to look for you."

"Get help! Your mom's gone mad!"

"You be quiet!" Reagan snapped before walking over to Gene. "I'm sorry I left you alone honey, but I really needed to deal with Myc because he did something bad."

"Are you going to...kill him?"

"Part of me really wants to." Reagan said, shooting a glare at Myc as he tried sneaking out.

"But don't you need him to make that memory goo?" she asked curiously.

"Unfortunately." she rolled her eyes as Gene tapped her chin.

"Well...what if you cloned him?" Gene questioned getting a surprise look from her mother.

"Wait, say what now?" Myc questioned.

"Well if you clone him, you could lobotomize them and make sure they can't make you upset in the future." Gene said. "Then you won't need this guy."

Reagan looked up in thought as Myc got back up.

"Reagan? You're not seriously considering that insane plan, are you?"

"I mean..."

"Oh come on! I'm not some poor schmuck you can just up and replace for something new. I'm not some Iphone!"

"You're right, an Iphone is way more useful than you are." she remarked bluntly before taking aim. "Maybe I should consider lobotomizing you too. After all, in our line of work we have experience with making people disappear.

"Oh god Reagan! Please no! I messed up, I admit it, but taking away my wonderful personality is depriving the world of a treasure!" Myc pleaded in horror.

"Not helping your case really. Gene's idea sounds a lot more efficient and we'd get plenty of the goo WITHOUT the attitude that comes with it." Reagan stated. "So if I were you I'd be quick at trying to figure out what else I can bring to the table."

"Uh..."

"We'll leave you alone to think it over. Come on Gene." Reagan took Gene's hand as the two left the office.

"Was it the Mushroom daddy thing!?" Myc called before getting another tentacle shot off. "Aurrgh!"

(Later)

"What's gonna happen to Myc?" Gene questioned.

"Oh don't you worry about that. Let's just say he'll either clean up his act, or we might have to look towards someone replacing him." Reagan replied as the two continued work on the robots. "Right now, let's just focus on getting these two up and running."

"I think we're almost done." Gene pointed out. "Just a few more...and...there!"

"Okay let's boot 'em up." Reagan said.

Both of them flipped the switch behind their heads and stepped back as the robots' eyes lit up and began to move. They stood up and faced the mother daughter duo.

"Alright you two, take three steps back." Reagan instructed.

The robots complied with the order immediately.

"Now two to the right." instructed Gene.

Again the robots complied.

"Now...samba!" Reagan called out

Both of them instantly started dancing as music started playing from their heads.

Gene found this to be rather humorous.

"Well Gene, I'd say our mother-daughter project is a success." smiled Reagan with pride. "Good work."

"Yay!" Gene cheered and hugged her mother

Reagan looked down and slowly hugged back, feeling her chest warm up with pride and joy for her little girl.

Meanwhile J.R. was in his office going over some files when suddenly...

[J.R.]

The man jumped when holograms of the Shadow Board appeared in front of his desk. "Oh! Why hello there gentlemen. If I knew you would show up I would have tidied up." he smiled while standing up. "What brings you fine fellows around here?"

[We aren't here for games J.R. We have it under good authority that you gave away a piece of your percentage of Cognito to Rand.]

"Oh! Uh, you heard about that?" J.R. tugged at his collar, starting to sweat.

[After his little stunt of trying to blow up the sun, we had hoped you would figure out a way to take his shares of the company away from him and ultimately remove him from the deep state, yet somehow he managed to take some of your shares away.]

"I swear it wasn't my fault! I thought he'd be drunk and desperate to listen when he needed more livers, but he showed up sober and completely aware. He used blackmail!" he listed off, trying to prove it wasn't entirely on him.

[No excuses, J.R.] the head of the Shadow Board spoke. [We cannot allow someone so unstable to control as much stock in one of the worlds most top secret organizations. The ramifications would be disastrous.]

"W-What are you saying?"

[Either you get your shares back from Rand or we will send you to Shadow prison X.]

J.R. gulped as the shadowy figures vanished, giving him the chance to start pacing around nervously. "Oh god I'm screwed. Rand won't just give up his shares of the company; he's got a tighter grip on them than he does on his own cock." he muttered as he tried to wrack his brain over any solution, other than the kind involving his body. He did plenty of that in his unspoken highschool years. "Think J.R., think... What could I give Rand in exchange for my shares back? Threaten to cut off his supply of organs? No that's what got me in this mess to begin with. Threaten to fire Reagan? No, inhuman resources would have my ass on a platter without viable cause." He muttered, holding his chin before he sat back down at his desk and tapped on the wood. "Hmmm, oh! Maybe Reagan could give me some stuff he'd only tell her I could use to blackmail him for sure! And toss in a promotion to sweeten the deal."

He then stood up from his seat and went to her Lab.

In said lab, Reagan and Gene watched as the two robots were now in the middle of a wrestling match.

"I think we might have made the red one slower than the blue." Gene pointed out munching on her popcorn. "It might be the hydraulics."

"Gene, don't talk with your mouth full." Reagan told her firmly before Gene swallowed.

"Sorry." she apologized before the doors opened with Glenn walking in.

"Reagan, could you work on a-Sweet bill of rights!" The dolphin man exclaimed seeing the two robots duking it out.

"Oh hey Glenn." Reagan greeted as he walked over to them, watching the fight with wide eyes.

"Are those two robots...beating each other up?"

"Damn right."

"Can I watch?!" he asked, hands held together and looking like a kid in a candy store.

"It's a free country."

Glenn sat on the floor and watched with glee as the red robot body slammed the blue one. "Woohoo!" Glenn cheered. "Now THIS is a dream come true."

It was at that moment that J.R. arrived. "Reagan, I need your help." He said before freezing at the sight of the robots. "What in the world is going on here?"

"Robot fight!" Glenn and Gene called out in joy.

"I can see that..." He said nothing else as Reagan walked up to him.

"So, what's up J.R. ?"

"I'm trying to think of a way I can get back the company stock your father conned me out of, but I can't come up with anything. You wouldn't happen to have any ideas would you?"

"You need some fresh blackmail material."

"Exactly."

"Well you came to the wrong gal. Anything my dad might not want people to know he keeps to himself." Reagan shook her head. "And retirement has pretty much erased any shame he had."

'Damn it!' he thought in annoyance.

"Sorry J.R. you got nothing he wants."

"Mommy! You're Missing the fight!"

"Give me a sec honey!" Reagan called back. "Sorry J.R., I really wish I could help."

He groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he saw Gene and Glenn cheer on the robots before feeling something click. "Say Reagan, what was your dad's reaction to finding out he was a grandpa?"

"I still haven't told him. I talked to you about this, remember?"

"Oh right!" J.R. spoke tapping his chin. "Hmmmm." He thought for a moment before turning away. "Well I'll figure something out. Enjoy your robots."

"Oh trust me, we will."

J.R. left the lab then pulled out his phone. He scrolls through the list of contacts before landing on Rand's number. He hit speed dial and smiled as it rang. It was a few moments later that he got an answer.

"What is it J.R. ?" Rand questioned. "Finally pull your head out of your ass long enough to see you can't run Cognito without me?"

"Actually, I just thought you'd like to hear about something that you would go nuts over. It's a little something I'll bet you were completely in the dark about."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. Reagan keeps me pretty well informed."

"Oh I wouldn't say that." smirked the man. "I happen to know something pretty big that she's kept on the downlow, even from you."

That made Rand raise an eyebrow. "Oh please, what could that possibly be? Sounds like you're getting desperate if you want my attention."

"Oh contraire mon frère." J.R. replied confidently. "In fact, it's so big, I'd say it's worth, oh say, part of your shares of the company."

"Fuck that shit." spat Rand. "Now I know you're just blowing more shit out your ass."

"Does the name Gene Makenzie Ridley mean anything to you?"

"...what?"

"Sounds like I got your attention now. So, ready to make a deal?"

Rand narrowed his eyes at the phone. "How do I know whatever you say isn't bullshit?"

"Because your ex-wife is in on it too."

"What!?" Rand shouted in outrage with the sound of a bottle smashing in the background.

"But I guess if you still don't believe me-"

"Fine, send me the details, AND get me proof."

"And your shares?"

"You'll get them, but only IF this turns out to be true."

"Excellent. I'll send the details right away." smirked J.R. as he went to his office to access the security cameras with his computer.

That night Reagan Reagan went to her mothers house, as she had done every day for the past week, to drop off Gene. "Ok Gene, what did you learn today?"

"That I should ask you before doing anything?"

"And?"

"And that it's not okay to give people medicine without their knowledge or approval."

"And?"

"And...Robot fights are so cool."

"...eh, close enough." Shrugged Reagan as they reached her mom's house. The two left the vehicle and walked towards the house. "I just pray mom's decent. I swear if she comes out in a bathrobe one more time I'm signing her up for a conservative christian youth group."

Reagan rings the bell and in a few short moments Tomiko answers, fully clothed much to Reagan's relief.

"Hey mom, we're back."

"We made robots fight each other!" Gene piped up with a smile.

"That's nice I suppose." Tomiko said letting Gene walk by to enter the house.

"Here we go." Reagan rolled her eyes.

"What?" Tomiko raised an eyebrow. "What did I say?"

"Gene, go on up to your room and get ready for bed." Regan instructed.

"Ok mommy."

Once Gene was out of ear shot. Reagan shot a look at her mother. "What is wrong with you?"

"What are you on about?"

"You're doing the same thing to Gene that you did to me my entire life." she frowned. "She straight up tells you the two of us made robots that kick the crap out of each other, and you didn't even TRY to sound impressed for her sake."

"I just don't see the point of building robots if you're just going to have them break each other. It sounds like a waste of potential."

"What potential?!" Reagan threw her hands up. "They were made to beat the shit out of each other, that's it! What? Did you expect us to make them so they could go out, waste time at college, and then end up with a ridiculous debt that they'd have to deal with for the rest of their lives? Or would you prefer they be made to go off and try to be doctors? Would that have made you actually crack a smile?"

"Well I mean it would be a step in the right direction." Tomiko shrugged simply.

Reagan let out a frustrated yell and grabbed her hair, starting to pull on it as she started pacing. She took a moment to take a deep breath and exhaled. "You know what? I got a better idea. Since you LOVE to criticize others, why don't YOU do something productive instead? You sit around, sip wine, and fuck any young guy that comes around. How about you go off and be a doctor, a lawyer, or even a fucking astronaut? Then we can ALL criticize you and you can see how it feels. At least I feel proud of MY daughter."

Tomiko looked at Reagan before sighing and rubbing her head. "Reagan...I was always proud of you."

"Oh really? Because I sure as fuck didn't get the memo."

"Let me ask you something Reagan. If I had congratulated you on everything you did would you have been as driven to do better than when I didn't?" asked the woman crossing her arms. "If I said everything you did was perfect, would you feel like pushing yourself to do better, or would you just take it all for granted and be lazy?"

"I...uh...holy shit."

"Mhm."

"Holy shit!"

"Yup."

"Just...wow."

"Now you're getting it." she smiled. "I might be overbearing, and yes, maybe I do have some things that show I'm not perfect, but I wasn't some heartless witch. Unless you count the early years with your father."

"So all those time you criticized me, all those times you undercut my confidence-"

"I wanted you to encourage you to push yourself to the very limits so that you could shatter those limitations." she nodded. "To prove me and everyone else wrong. To keep going forward and show you could accomplish it. I hate your father, or really the better word would be detest that asshole, but I do admit, the one good thing he brought into my life was you. Without the two of us rocking the bed for about an hour, we wouldn't have had you."

"Jesus, mom! Does too much information even exist in your vocabulary?"

"The only reason I ever agreed to Marry and even perpetuate his DNA was he saw the same thing in humanity I did."

"You mean the shitty parts?"

"Exactly. We humans have barely evolved in thousands of years. Every generation just gets fatter, lazier, and let's be honest, uglier." she rolled her eyes before sitting down on her couch. "So we decided to have you and hopefully have a child that would end up better than them all."

"And without the whole bitchy act, what's your verdict?"

"Reagan, you made a giant frog, with working human organs when you were in the third grade. You clearly passed, in spades."

Reagan stared at her mom, her smile, and felt a weird feeling in her chest. It wasn't like the pride she felt for Gene, but it did feel like a good thing. She quickly collected herself and cleared her throat. "You forgot to point out that it could also talk but I can't blame someone of your age to remember everything."

Tomiko let out a laugh seeing what Reagan was doing. "You're learning, good. Now I can live out the rest of my life knowing the family is in good hands."

"With how smart Gene is? Trust me, the only thing I'm worried about is when she has her first period and starts getting curious about boys." Reagan replied. "But listen, don't pull that same shit with her you pulled with me. Find a way to show how proud you are AND encourage her to do better."

"Oh alright, just so long as you don't stop trying."

"I'm a single mom with an IQ that could make Einstein shit himself working for a secret organization. Trying is literally the only thing I CAN do if I don't wanna start making money off a random street corner." Reagan snarked before making her way out. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight Reagan."

Reagan left the house with a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on. She went and drove down the street while inside her room, Gene let out a yawn.

She walked over to her bed and was about to climb in when there came a tapping at her window. She turned and saw a hand waving outside, making her tilt her head before walking over and opened it. "Hello? Who's there?"

"Hey there kiddo." Smiled Rand, standing on a branch. "Mind if I come in?"

"I don't know who you are but just so you know I may be small, but can kill you in a number of ways with just my fingers." She warned with a glare, making him chuckle.

"Relax kiddo, I'm not some creepy old man, I'm your grandpa." Rand said with a smile.

"Grandpa?" Gene questioned.

"That's right." Rand said before taking something out of his pocket and showing it to her, it was an old picture. "I'm your mom's dad."

Gene took the picture and looked it over. It showed her mom as a girl with a smile, her grandma, and the man standing beside her with smiles.

"See, you can trust me."

"That's kinda weird coming from someone at my window."

"Yeah, see the thing about that is that me and your grandma aren't exactly on speaking terms right now." he rolled his eyes taking a flask out of his pocket and took a swig. "We had a little argument, so she kicked me out."

"Oh so you got in trouble."

"Yeah, but when I heard her talk about you, I figured it only made sense to say hi to my own granddaughter." Rand said. "Hey, how about we go have some fun?"

"What kind of fun?"

"We're gonna crack the biggest mystery in the world. We'll be legends, and the whole world will know the Ridley name."

"Oooh." Gene let out in fascination.

"So what do you say kiddo? Ready to learn from the best?" Rand asked, giving her arm a light jab.

"Yeah!"

"That's my girl." he patted her head. "Come on, follow me."

Gene followed the man to the window where he climbed out and back onto the tree. She shimmied down it as he hopped down and followed him to a van. "This feels like something mommy said I should avoid."

"Relax, not every van is owned by a complete wackjob." Rand waved. "Now come on and hop in."

She climbed into the passenger side and buckled up. "So what's this big thing we're going to find?"

"It's a surprise." Rand said, taking the driver seat with a dark smile and quickly drove off.

With Reagan, she made it home and was trying to keep her smile down, which felt impossible.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe it! That was...that was better than getting drunk!" She said replaying the events from earlier in her head. It was almost as if she could get high off the memories. "Who knew mom could actually feel like a mom? Boy, dad's not gonna believe this." Reagan said practically giggling like a schoolgirl. She got out and hummed, practically skipping to the door and entered. "Hey dad! You'll never guess what happened!" She called out but got no answer.

She walked inside and looked around, surprisingly not seeing her dad on the couch passed out or raiding the fridge. "Dad?" She called out again yet there was still only silence. Raising an eyebrow she went and looked around the place, but found no sign of her dad. Not even a fresh barf puddle. There wasn't even a note telling her where he'd be. "I got a bad feeling about this." That's when her phone started going, making her answer and see it was her mom. "Yeah m-"

"Reagan! Gene's gone!" Tomiko shouted on the other end of the line.

Reagan's pupils shrank, with her blood running cold, and feeling like everything suddenly became muted. "WHAT!?" she screamed into the phone. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE?!"

"I went to tuck her in, like a good grandmother, but she wasn't in her room. She was gone."

Reagan scowled and gripped the phone hard enough to break it. "Mom? I was JUST there! Where the hell could she have gone off to?!"

"I don't know, but...I think she was taken by your father."

"Dad?!" Reagan let out. "No, that's impossible. We were so careful to make sure he never found out."

"Well this flask I found on the floor says otherwise." Tomiko replied. "With a big tacky 'R' on it."

Reagan went silent, her other hand gripping itself hard enough that the knuckles went white, a shadow going over her face as her mother looked at the phone with concern.

"Reagan? Are you still there?" Tomiko spoke before suddenly a loud scream made her pull the phone away from her ear. She rubbed her ear as she felt her blood run cold before the screaming suddenly stopped.

Reagan hung up and quickly started dialing Brett's number. "Pick up pick up pick up!" She chanted racing out to her car.

"Yellow?"

"Brett! We have an emergency! Call the team and meet me at Cognito!"

"What's going on?"

"Gene's been kidnapped!" Reagan shouted starting her car.

"What?!"

"And I know who did it, my dad!"

"Oh god."

"Now get everyone together before I start running people over because I am PISSED!"

"Oh god. right, I will get right on that." he spoke before the call ended with Reagan getting in her car, getting it started, and hitting the gas before screeching down the road.

Elsewhere Gene was in the back of Rand's van typing away at a laptop.

"How are you holding up back there?"

"Still searching grandpa. I'm running a search for all transmissions coming into the city and seeing if any of them have been encrypted. I can then narrow down the ones that are easily traceable and hone in on the ones with high security."

"That's the old Ridley genes at work." Rand said proudly. "Once we find those robed bas-I mean, buttheads, we'll be living the high life in charge of Cognito."

"Huh? Wait a second, that's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"Some of the signals just moved."

"Damn it. Knew it wouldn't be that easy." grumbled the man. "Well they can't keep themselves hidden forever."

"It looks like they might be bouncing the signals around to make it harder to find them."

"Well I know you've got the brains to nail them kiddo." Rand said. "Now let's try to pick up the pace."

"Got it grandpa." Gene nodded and went back to typing. "Let's see...maybe...this one?"

Later Reagan and the team gathered in the Cognito War Room with said woman pacing back and forth.

"Reagan? Remember what we said about breathing." Brett said only to receive a death glare from Reagan. "Or I could just shut my mouth."

"I'm gonna kill him. No, I won't kill him, I'll feed him to the sharks! No! Better! I'll slowly drug him and dissect him until he's begging for death, THEN kill him! And after that, I'll find a way to bring him back and do it ALL OVER AGAIN!"

"Dayum! That's some next level dark shit." Gigi remarked.

"You need some weed to calm your nerves?" asked Andre.

Reagan responded by slapping the joint from his hand. "I don't want to calm down! I WANT that bastards head!"

"You got it boss, I'll call in the Assassination department." Glenn said.

"No! No assassins." Reagan let out. "I don't want him killed in front of Gene. There was no sign of a struggle in her room, so that means he must have gotten her to go with him willingly. Having an assassin take him out in front of her might traumatize her."

"Well can't you just track her?" Asked Brett.

"Ugh, no. I didn't want to be like my dad and do something as fucked up as have a means to track her location 24/7." she rolled her eyes. "I actually want her to have breathing room and trust me."

"Classic mistake." Gigi shook her head. "That's why every kid has a phone nowadays, makes tracking so much easier."

Reagan groaned and sat down in her chair while rubbing her head. "I need to find her and fast. Who knows what bullshit my dad is feeding her." Reagan said. "Tap into video cameras around the city and use facial recognition to find them."

"I'm on it." spoke Gigi before typing at her phone before the big screen started flashing several smaller images. "if they're anywhere in the city we'll find them."

"Okay good." Reagan nodded. "Glenn, I need you to gather weapons. Knowing my dad he's probably got some tricks up his sleeves in case he gets caught."

"I'll get us the kind of weapons that'd make the atom bomb look like a puff of hot air."

"Try to keep in mind that he has a little girl with him that he'll probably use as a hostage." Reagan remarked.

"Well that beats my first choice, luckily I got plenty more to go for back up."

"Brett, Andre, and Myc. I have a special job for you three."

"Whatever it is, I am on it." spoke Brett right away with a smile.

"Me too, as long as I can get high doing it." Stated Andre.

"If I say no, are you going to shoot me again?" Myc questioned.

"No, but if you do it I'll let you make more strip tease hentai to crank it to." Reagan replied.

"Wait, you only saw the strip tease? Er, I mean yeah strip tease." he chuckled nervously. "Uh, anyways I'll do it."

"Yeah." Reagan deadpanned

"So what's this job?" asked Andre.

"Hunting." she replied with a cold tone.

The three men looked at each perplexed.

"Anything yet?" Rand questioned tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

"No, not yet." Gene said before letting out a yawn. "Can we do this Tomorrow? I'm tired."

"Forget it. The sooner we get them, the faster we'll be living the good life. You can sleep later." Rand spoke growing more irate the longer it took. He had to settle this now. He gave up too much of his shares in Cognito to ever get a foot hold back into the company again, and if Reagan was plotting against him to keep her 'daughter' hidden he couldn't trust that she'd help him get back in. He needed to take action into his own hands.

"But grandpa."

"I said keep going!" Rand raised his voice.

Gene flinched at the tone, looking at the laptop with uncertainty. She discreetly opened another application as the fear of her own safety began to increase. 'Something's not right.' She thought, glancing up at Rand. She typed a message out and hit send before going back to the other thing.

Back at Cognito Reagan sat at the table with her head in her hands. She was tapping her foot while feeling like she was gonna have a panic attack. "Gigi tell me you have something."

"No dice, I've been trying to find anything on social media, ain't nobody saying they seen your dad or little girl." Gigi replied typing in her phone. "And facial recognition ain't working any better."

"Glenn?"

"Nothing on facial recognition, but I got all the weapons we might need ready. he hit the table. "I'm prepared to nuke the whole eastern seaboard if that man so much as harms one hair on that precious angel's head."

"Okay let's not do that okay." Reagan said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I'd rather NOT deal with radiation poisoning when I want my baby girl back ALIVE."

"Oh right. I always forget about that." he admitted looking down rubbing the back of his head.

Reagan groaned in annoyance before Gigi got an alert on her phone.

"Woah! We got something!" She called out before Reagan ran over.

"What what what?!"

"Someone hacked my phone and they tapped in to my Google maps app." she frowned, the phone showing an icon that was moving down one of the roads. "Oh when I find them, they are SO canceled."

"Wait, your phone has one of the most advanced anti-hack software in the world, doesn't it?" Reagan questioned.

"The best."

"Which means it's practically hacker proof, unless it was someone with a huge IQ." Reagan gasped and snatched the phone. "IT'S GENE! That beautiful little genius!"

"That girl and me are gonna have some serious talking to when we get her." remarked Gigi crossing her arms.

"Come on, we have to go after them!"

"I'll get the grenades!" Glenn spoke following the two women out of the war room.

Back with said girl and Rand, he was tapping his hand on the wheel and getting more irritated.

He growled Before shouting and punched the horn. "How long does it take to narrow down and track some stupid assholes in bathrobes?!"

"I'm trying my best, but it's like they're moving around and I'm super sleepy!" she let out before letting out an extra big yawn and rubbed her eyes. "I can't keep going like this."

Rand let out a groan and put his hand over his eyes. "Keep it together Rand, don't lose your cool." he grumbled to himself. "Okay how about we get you some coffee, that'll perk you up."

"I've never had coffee before." Gene stated simply.

"It'll keep you going for hours." Rand said to the girl. "I mean your hands might get a bit jittery but you'll manage."

"Isn't too much caffeine bad for the body?"

"It's fine." Rand Argued. "I mean look at me."

She took a moment to look at him, suddenly feeling wide awake. "No! Uh, I-I mean, I think Im getting my second wind."

"Good to hear." Rand nodded with a pleased smile.

'Mommy, please find me, fast!' Gene prayed.

Suddenly a harpoon pierced the back of the van startling the two.

"What the hell?!" Rand exclaimed as he swerved on the road. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw a jeep driving up from behind with it picking up speed. "Oh no." He let out recognizing the vehicle.

"Load another one!" Reagan ordered as Glenn rushed to load another harpoon into the launcher.

"Locked and loaded!"

"Fire!"

"Yippee ki-yay motherfucker!" he called before firing the harpoon, causing it to fly through the back as Gene ducked, the harpoon going to the front and nearly stabbing Rand and instead hitting the wheel and going through to the engine.

"Oh, that's not good." Rand's eyes widened before the van began to slow down before it hit the side of a tree, falling over onto the side.

"NO!" Reagan shouted as she jeep skidded to a stop before she jumped out and ran over with fear. "GENE!" She grabbed the back doors and opened them up, seeing the girl on the side of the van rubbing her head.

"Oooh...that-MOMMY!" The little girl cried and rushed into her mothers embrace.

Reagan dropped to her knees, hugging the girl as tight as possible with a smile as tears of relief came down her cheeks. "Thank God. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I'm really sleep." she nodded before letting out a yawn. "Grandpa wanted me to find some guys in the shadows, or something, but I was getting really really sleepy."

"He what?" Reagan questioned in shock before her attention was drawn to the sound of coughing.

Rand pulled himself out of the van, climbing out of the door not blocked off as he coughed from the smoke coming from the engine. "Ugh, well that definitely shaved a year or two off my life."

Reagan slowly gained a hard look in her eyes before standing up. "Gene? Go over to Gigi and Glenn. Mommy needs to have a little 'talk' with grandpa."

"Okay." Gene said before running over to the jeep.

Reagan walked towards her father who was still coughing before he turned and spotted her. "You miserable, low down, misbegotten rat faces son of a-"

"Now now Reagan, let's not be so hasty to throw names around." he spoke up while trying to smile. "I was just trying to spend some time with my grandkid, who you 'forgot' to tell me about."

"Bullshit, you were dragging her down into one of your sad little midlife crisis stunts." she spat before grabbing the front of his robe and reared her free hand back before swinging, decking him in the mouth.

"Gah! Son of a bitch."

"You took my little girl!" she yelled, giving him another clock to the jaw. "You tried to use her all for yourself!" She reeled back her knee and drove it into his kidneys

"Oooh!" he let out, doubling over before she swung her foot and hit him in the jewels. "Hooooo!"

Reagan scowled as he fell on the ground before she began to stomp on him over and over. Once she was done she reached into her coat and took out her gun. "Get up."

Rand looked up with a wince before going wide eyed and held up a hand. "E-E-Easy there Reagan, let's take it easy and talk things out like adults."

"Talk? That's rich coming from you. You were going to use MY daughter, YOUR granddaughter to go after the Shadow Board!" she snapped. "A little girl! Who isn't even 10 yet, all to help your own stupid plan of getting on top!"

"You're not seeing the big picture here, Jellybean. Just imagine it. If we find the board and take them out our family will be untouchable. No one would get in our way, you wouldn't have to bust your ass only to be brushed aside after all your hard work, and best of all, Gene would always be safe." he tried to reason with a smile. "We'd be living in the big leagues, and I mean bigger than the big leagues. Your name would go down in history and Gene? She'd be free to use that genius mind of hers for all sorts of great stuff. Doesn't that sound perfect for us?"

Reagan had to admit the offer was very appealing. She began to weigh her options. The idea of living an easy life and being praised for all the work she did would be pretty sweet. Plus Gene would always be safe.

On the other hand, this wouldn't just give in to what her dad wants, but also give him the power and freedom to do whatever he wanted no matter what. She weighed her options very carefully.

"So what do you say Jellybean?"

*BANG*

"AHHHH!" Rand let out falling on the ground gasping for air

"I say that I'm gonna do what should have been done a long time ago." she replied with a cold tone and hard look in her eyes.

"Reagan?"

*BANG*

"AHHH…Fuck." He groaned as he let out his final breath. Slowly he went limp as blood pooled around his body.

A myriad of conflicting feelings went through Reagan as she let out a sigh. "Fucking prick." She made her way over back to Gigi and Glenn, said dolphin man having covered Gene's eyes and ears from the scene, both of them looking stunned. "Call a clean up crew, we need to get back to Cognito." Reagan said picking up Gene before climbing in the jeep.

"God damn." Gigi let out, still reeling from the shock. "She actually killed her own dad."

"I don't feel safe." shivered Glenn before water spurted out of his blowhole.

"Just do as she says and don't make eye contact." whispered Gigi as the two of them got into the jeep with Reagan making sure Gene was fastened in.

Later Reagan settled Gene into the cot she had in her lab for when she needed a quick rest after working late. Afterwards she went to the war room to wait with Glenn and Gigi.

"You gonna be ok girl?"

"I will be, in time, probably." sighed Reagan looking down. "I just...gotta let it sink in."

"You just take all the time you need." Gigi said. "This ain't something nobody can get over at the drop of a hat. Unless they're some messed up serial killer."

"Hey Glenn, have you heard anything from the away team yet?"

"Yes ma'am." Glenn said with a salute. "They have acquired the target and will be arriving shortly."

"Good. Which means we can wrap everything up." Reagan said.

That's when her phone went off.

"One second." She said before answering. "Hello?"

"Reagan, good news! We got J.R."

"Good, bring him in. I want to have a few words with him." she ended the call with a stone cold face that unnerved Gigi and Glenn.

It was another few minutes before Brett, Andre, and Myc walked in carrying a man who had been tied up with a bag over his head.

"Here he is." Brett said as they placed the man in a chair.

Reagan folded her hands together as she turned towards the man before Andre removed the bag. "Hey there, boss."

"What the-Reagan?" spoke J.R. looking around at the others. "What's going on? What's the big idea of manhandling me and bringing me here? If you wanted to talk to me, all you had to do was-"

"Shut up." Reagan spoke before slapping J.R. with the back of her hand.

"OW! Reagan! Have you lost your mind!? I'm your Boss!"

"And Rand was my father, but I still put a bullet through him." she remarked bluntly, making the man's eyes widen.

"Rand is...dead?"

Brett and his team were equally shocked as they looked over at Glenn and Gigi who nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, stone cold dead." Reagan added. "I killed him because he tried using Gene to find the Shadow Board.

"Um...did she?"

Reagan growled before pulling out her gun. "I know it was you who told him."

"Me?! Reagan I am insulted that you would-" J.R. was cut off when Reagan aimed the gun at his crotch.

"Don't give me that shit!" she yelled before he paled and tried to cover the spot. "The only one who'd get something out of telling my dad about her is you! Bet you were hoping to get his shares so you didn't have to worry about him taking over again."

"Okay yes, I needed to get back the shares he conned out of me, but I had no choice." he tried to defend himself. "I mean, if you really think about it, it works out for everyone. Sure his shares go to your mom, but if you can get them from her and transfer them over to me, I can see a big promotion for you."

"Are you kidding me right now?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and not looking pleased. "After telling my dad who tried to use my own daughter for his own goal of usurping the robes, which is the whole reason I DIDN'T want him to find out, you STILL have the balls to ask me to do something for you?"

"Like I said, I had no choice. The Robes threatened to send me to Shadow Prison X if I didn't get my shares back."

[That's enough J.R.]

Suddenly holographic images of the Robes appeared over the war room table.

He let out a squeak of fear while the rest were silent and felt the air instantly grow cold.

"Shadow Board...how much of that did you see?" Reagan questioned.

[We have seen and heard it all.] spoke the one up front. [And we are not amused.]

"Hoo boi." Brett shrunk in fear.

[As such, we feel the leadership of Cognito is in need of a change.]

"What!?" J.R. exclaimed. "But I got the shares back just like you told me!"

[And while you were doing that we have learned of your embezzlement and misappropriation of company funds for your own ends.]

The man sucked in his breath through is teeth hearing that "N-Now those? Those are for a...a...big company party to celebrate everyone's hard work!"

[There's no point in lying anymore J.R., you hammered the final nail in your coffin with your cowardice. As a part of the Deep State you should know above all else not to reveal any secrets involving your superiors. By the unanimous vote of the shadow board. You. Are. Fired!] they let out, making him pale and shake in fear.

"F-Fired?! No please your forebodingnesses, I can change!"

He cried out as a tube lowered from the ceiling. It sucked him right up as he cried out in horror before it slid back up before the robed figures turned towards Reagan.

[Now as for you Reagan Ridley. We have...concerns.]

"What kind?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

[The clone that you have "adopted" as your daughter, her skills in hacking are some of the best we've ever seen. In truth, if she had more time she would have succeeded in locating us.]

"Look, if you're worried about that, I'll get her to forget all about it. I'm not like my dad or J.R. Unlike them, I actually know when to keep my curiosity to myself." Reagan said, holding her hands up defensively.

"I'm fine just working on inventions and getting credited for my hard work. And maybe running the company." she muttered the last part to herself.

[We are well aware. Despite your many, MANY flaws, your dedication to the company is second to none.]

"Was the second 'many' really necessary?" she questioned.

[Yes, yes it was. And for your dedication it is our decision to put you in charge of Cognito Inc.]

Her jaw dropped before she smiled and pumped her fist in the air. "Fuck yeah! Oh God YES! It's about fucking time!"

"Congratulations Reagan!" Brett cheered while the rest of the team just half assed it.

[We expect big things from you Reagan, from you and your daughter.]

"I won't let you down."

[We hope not.]

The transmission ended before Reagan screamed in excitement.

"HELL YEAH! I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD BABY!"

"There goes the neighborhood." Muttered Gigi.

"Does this mean we have to still do timecards?" asked Glenn with dread. "I can't go through that again!"

"I would like to take this moment to turn in my two weeks notice." Myc added.

"I'm gonna need to make something REALLY strong to let this sink in." muttered Andre.

[Oh and one last thing, Reagan.] the head of the shadow board said as they reappeared. [As a bonus all property and assets that J.R. owned will be transferred to you.]

"Boom baby! You rock my guy!" Reagan let out before freezing in fear at her outburst.

[...damn straight.] he nodded before vanishing as Reagan pumped her fists into the air and looked like she was ready to party.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"This calls for a party!" beamed Brett. "Wait till Gene hears this."

"Forget that, I need my beauty sleep." Gigi grumbled as she left the room.

"Agreed, my heart can only take so much." spoke Glenn.

"Wanna hit up a rave?" Andre asked Myc.

"Well if I wanna get my freak on before finding a new job, damn right!"

After everyone had left Reagan went down to her restricted access room and talked to ROBOTUS about her day.

"Welp, guess whose got two thumbs and nailed the big top? This girl!"

Reagan cheered.

"Yes I'm well aware. Or did you forget that I have access to the security feed?" remarked the robot with an unimpressed tone.

She smirked with her hands on her hips. "Can't ruin my mood, because I am on fire!"

"That's wonderful, and all you had to do was sacrifice to your own father and get your old boss fired." He casually remarked with Reagan chuckling.

"You know, if this was me a few months back I'd feel guilty, but I guess it's true what they say. Being a mom can change your life."

"In more ways than one apparently. So when do I get to meet my baby sister, mommy?"

"What the fu-"