Cloned

Hannah POV 

Nervously I stepped through the automatic doors of the Wiltshire Genetic Research Centre and up to the reception. I had worked so hard to get here. 4 years of studying at Cambridge then an advanced course of genetic research. It had been a long four years worth of studying.  

I stepped up to the reception and at the desk was a girl who had clearly either forgotten all the years of studying or had just been employed as a receptionist.  

"Hello big-boy" said the receptionist. For one fleeting moment I thought she was talking to me before I noticed the phone in her hand.  

"Umm, hello, my name is Hannah Mreese, I was told to report for work today..." She held up her hand to silence me.  

" ohhh Sam, you do know how to make a girl smile." I felt slightly annoyed as her primary job was to help me.  

"Look, darling, there is a girl here who needs help... Oh I know I always seem to cut our calls short but... Ok see you tonight" she blew kisses into the phone then turned to me. 

"What the hell do you want, cutting my boyfriend off?" She said angrily to me.  

" well, your job is to help me and I am new here and I was told to report to Dr Jandford this morning." I said to her. 

"Well, his office is just along the corridor up the stairs past 6 doors then his office but first you have to undergo a strip search for any weapons." 

"weapons? " I asked her thinking that I had entered the MI6 instead of a research centre. 

"Do you know how many people disagree with what we do here? You will have to strip here so I can see if you have any weapons." I glared at here. Then she smirked and I realised she was messing around.  

"I didn't realise I had to become a stripper before I worked here. They must have thought you were particularly dangerous" I regretted it almost instantly. Her face turned from a a smirk to a slight look of being ashamed before going to stone.  

"No, you don't have to be stripped but you do need to hand over your bag" I gave her my bag and she had a look inside before throwing it back to me.  

"You're clear" she said and sat back down at the desk and got out her phone.

I walked away from the desk and towards the corridor. Within minutes I was completely lost and was wandering around the whole first floor wondering where the stairs were. After a while I found them but they didn't look like they were going up to the right place. I turned around and decided to go back to reception but after unsuccessfully trying to go back along the corridor to the reception I decided to go along to the stairs agin. I was about 5 steps up when there came a shout.  

"You can't go up there" a young scientist stood in the doorway, his face still looked like a boy's and he was wearing a lab coat. 

"I am completely lost, the receptionist told me to go along the corridor and up the stairs..." I drifted off as he started laughing.  

"Oh Melanie loves her jokes, you obviously annoyed her so she sent you in the wrong way completely." 

" I annoyed her?! She was on the phone whilst I waited for her to finish. She wanted me to perform a strip search." I said indignantly.  

"Melanie has never seen things like that. Who do you have to report to?" He asked 

"Dr Jandford" I replied feeling very stupid in front of this guy. 

"And who are you?" He asked 

"Hannah Mreese" I replied.  

" Andy Smith" he said holding out his hand for me to shake.