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Victor smiled as he took off his labcoat, placing it on the rack with the others, "I'm glad you visited." He said with glee, opening the front door as he awaited Alana to exit, "How do you enjoy it in the lab?"

Alana followed after him and shrugged. "It was interesting I suppose..."

"Good. Good." He said, closing the door behind them as he tugged his coat around his shoulders, moving through the amassment of asphalt as he approached Alana house.

Alana followed after him.

Victor finally reached her door, wordlessly slotting the card into the hole before stepping away, watching the door click open. Any time you want to come over to the lab, just ring me." He said with a smile, ushering her inside the compacted warm space.

Alana nodded. "Ok." She said.

"Have a good day." He said as he slowly closed the door, letting it click into place before removing the card. Victor Clarence turned, and began walking down the streets.

Alana went to bed.

Victor glanced back at the door, his shoulder drooping. She'd been locked in there for ten years. She had no friends and she was treated like dirt from the soldiers. He shook his head at his ridiculous idea, and kept moving forward.

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Chase moved through the streets quietly, both hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. His teeth chattered and his hands shook from the immense swarm of cold which surrounded him. He turned a corner, before recoiling. Standing in front of him was James, speaking to three fully armored guards. Chase slowly moved his head back around the corner, listening into their conversation with interest.

"I want you three to monitor their work, make sure they don't set that bomb off." James said, "If they do, our plans will be ruined. Destroyed. Abolished."

One of the guards ran ahead along the shaft of his gun, his finger stopping at the trigger. "What about this girl that's been visiting there? What do we do with her, sir?"

James ran his hand along stubble which was forming on his chin, thinking for a moment, "Bring her to me. I suspect she knows quite a bit about the defective clones and what they're capable of, and even how to strengthen their DNA."

Chase's mouth hung agape as he took a step back, before turning and running. He had to tell Alana.

Alana was fast asleep, exhausted, a lot more happened today than she was used to.

Chase slammed both his hands on her door, "Alana!" He yelled, moving over to her window when she didn't answer, pressing his face against the glass, "Alana, you there?"

Alana groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking out the window, quirking an eyebrow at him and she opened it. "What is it?"

"You need to get out of there." He said in a low murmur, just loud enough for Alana to hear through the glass, "You were right about James. He's sending guards t get you."

Alana looked at him blankly. "What else is new? I get beaten by guards all the time, I'm used to it."

"This is different!" Chase exclaimed, picking up a brick which was on the ground, "You need to come out of here whether you like it or not." He brought the brick above his head and prepared to smash it into the glass.

Alana watched, she couldn't open the window, it was always locked.

He slammed the brick down onto the glass, cracks forming in the thick substance as he slammed the brick into it once again. The cracks split more, reaching the sills of the window as passers by cast astray looks to the boy ramming at the window. Chase slammed it one last time as the window shattered into hundreds of sharp pieces, spilling into her room.

Alana took a step back as the glass went flying and looked at the sharp edges of the window.

"Come on!" He exclaimed as he grasped at her hands, hastily pulling her through the threshold.

Alana flinched as he bare leg got cut on the glass as she was roughly pulled through the window. She was wearing only a night gown and instantly started trembling from cold.

Chase moved through the streets swiftly, grasping her palm tightly as he rounded a corner, "We need to get to Victor." He said, removing his hand from Alana to wipe away perspiration. "He'll be able to keep you safe."

Alana stumbled after him and as soon as he let go of her hand she tripped and fell. She sat up, looking at her bleeding leg and the red stain it left on the snow.

Chase moved back, pausing as he looked back, "I'm so sorry." He murmured as he pulled away the shard of glass which was lodged into her skin, burying it within the snow next to them. Chase then picked her up, placing a hand under her legs, and another under her neck before running down a darkened alleway, and toward the lab.

Alana's eyes widened momentarily in surprise. He was... being kind? To her? No one has been kind to me since... Tears formed in her eyes. Since Martin...

"He should have some stitches which can fix that up." Chase said as he moving his hand toward the door, keeping one around the middle of her body as he knocked on the door. "Victor! You there?"