Chapter 3-Mission Amnesia 2

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“Hold on kid, it’s gonna be okay, just hold on!” Rachel shouted to the child on her back. She glanced at Tim, and saw his remorseful face.

“C’mon Tim, nearly there” she swallowed, running faster than before. They reached an escalator, and ran up it, bullets cascading around them. Finally, they reached a door, and tugging it open, lunged outside, slammed the door behind them, and ran off.

“You okay kid?” Tim croaked, the dead body on his back. The child nodded and started to cry softly. The two agents scanned the area, and walked to a deserted car.

“Monopoly, Mission Aborted, All systems were shut down before we had the chance to gain more information. We have two witnesses, one dead, the other alive. Ghost out.” Tim breathed deeply, opening the car door.  They piled in, and Tim drove off.

Rachel looked at the boy closely. He had short black hair, and brown eyes. His clothes were strange. They looked old. Forgotten. Orphaned.

“So, what’s your name?” Rachel asked the child, breaking the silence.

“Kade. I’m 11 years old.” The boy spoke, staring at the ground.

“What was your broth-”

“Noah. We’re Kade and Noah Rivera. Noah was 12. We’re orphans. Who are you, and what just happened?” Kade sniffed, blinking back tears.

“Uhh, well...”

“I’m Tim. She’s Rachel. We’re part of the FBI. We were sent to investigate a cloning lab and we found you two.”

“I thought cloning labs weren’t real..”

“So did we.” A silence engulfed the car, as Tim continued to drive.  They continued to sit in silence, and as the minutes past, the two agents became aware of a soft snoring. Kade was asleep.

“It’s not your fault Tim.” Rachel muttered softly.

Tim scoffed “Yes it is. Didn’t you see it? I should’ve done something! I ran like a coward. I should’ve stopped that woman. And now-now the kid’s dead. Gone. He was only 12!”

Tim sniffed, and for the first time in 2 years, tears dripped from his eyes.

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