“Alison Webster?” Robyn asks the woman sitting at the table. The woman nods, a pair of reading glasses resting on her short brown hair.

“I’m Detective Clarke. Robyn, if you prefer. Either one is fine. I have some questions if you don’t mind.” Robyn closes the door to the room and takes the seat opposite of Alison, who crosses her arms.

“Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice. Ask away, although I don’t think I’ll be of much use.” Robyn chuckles nervously, flipping open Alison’s folder.

“I’m glad you came in on your own volition.” Alison snorts.

“My wife made me.” Robyn blinks.

“You’re married?” Alison nods, holding up her left hand to show off her wedding ring.

“How long have you been married?” Robyn asks and Alison lowers her hand, looking to the side.

“Only a couple months now.” Robyn chuckles, nodding.

“Still in that honeymoon phase, I’m guessing?” Alison’s cheeks redden as she nods.

“Kinda, yeah.” Robyn smiles and looks down at the folder, shaking her head.

“Alright, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get started asking these questions.” Alison nods.

“Of course,” Alison says, shifting in her seat. Robyn scans the paper.

“Alison Webster, lab technician at Voltech Labs?” Alison nods.

“That’s me.”

“Could I have your age please?” Alison’s eyebrows knit together and Robyn braces herself for the “Why can’t you look in your folder for that?” question.

“I’m 28.” Robyn blinks, nodding.

“Alright, exactly how long have you worked with Voltech Labs?” Alison frowns, crossing her arms.

“Isn’t all this information in there?” Alison asks, nodding at the folder. Robyn nods.

“It is, but I just need you to verify it for me.” Alison sighs, nodding.

“I’ve worked there since I was an intern in college. So, about,” She pauses, counting the years off on her fingers, “9 years now?”

“How long had Reginald Cross been your boss?” Alison fiddles with her wedding ring, turning it on her finger.

“He’s been there since before I was an intern. I’m not exactly sure how long he’s been there.”

“Do you have any idea of his whereabouts the past few days?” Robyn asks and Alison frowns, shaking her head.

“Now that you mention it, no. I haven’t. I’m usually not in contact with him anyway, but… Yeah, I haven’t seen or heard him in a couple of days. Are you guys looking for him?” Robyn nods.

“Yeah. We have questions for him.”

“About Project Phoenix?” Robyn nods.

“Which brings me to my next question for you. What,” Alison holds up her hands, Robyn’s voice dying in her throat.

“Hang on. Let me just clarify something. I’m,” She says, putting a hand to her chest, “a lab tech. I don’t do much except calculations and do coffee runs.” Robyn bites her lip, nodding.

“I… I realize that, but I still need to ask.” Alison sighs, shrugging.

“I don’t know much. Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to tell you because,” Robyn cuts in, “You’re bound by a contract. I know. Whatever you can tell us is helpful.” Alison nods and closes her eyes for a few seconds, letting out a breath.

“It started with a bee. At least… That’s what the papers said. I think they really did clone one but it… It wasn’t… It wasn’t right. It was…” She trails off, seeing Robyn writing down her words on a notepad.

“It was just… Wrong.” Robyn hums thoughtfully.

“How did they produce a clone?” Alison chuckles, shaking her head.

“You got me. I think our computer tech, Robert, created some kind of program that takes strands of DNA and somehow copies them. I don’t know the specifics. You should ask him.”

“Robert Phillips?” Alison nods.

“My partner, Detective Reed, is with him now. Is there anything else you can tell me about Project Phoenix?”

“Gwen and Joseph headed it. Though, I’m not sure exactly why Reginald chose Joseph out of everyone.” Robyn raises an eyebrow at her words and Alison releases a puff of air.

“He’s not the most focused person I know and I’ve known him… For a while.” She says and Robyn nods, understanding her.

“Can you provide me with the names of the other scientist who were assigned to work on Project Phoenix? I’m afraid the list we got is incomplete.” Alison nods, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the scratched metal surface on the table.

“Oliver Reese is our computer forensics guy. I think he helped Robert make the computer program that copies the DNA strands.” Robyn nods, writing down the name.

“Who is on your list?” Alison asks, trying to peek at the papers in the folder.

“Oliver Reese, Alison Webster, Melanie Cook, Gwen Andrews, Joseph Campbell, Robert Phillips, George and Daniel Quinn, and Reginald Cross.” Robyn read off, flipping the folder closed.

“You’re missing Iris. Iris Morgan, she’s the new intern. She started just a few weeks before we were assigned Project Phoenix.” Robyn nods, writing down the name on her list.

“Thank you very much.” Alison nods and pushes her chair away from the table, the chair scraping against the floor. Robyn wrinkles her nose up at the sound and Alison stifles a laugh as she stands.

“Are we all done?” Alison asks and Robyn nods.

“Yep. You’re all set. Thank you for your time and information. It really does help, as little as there is.” Alison nods and leaves the room, Robyn flipping the folder back open and sliding the list inside before flipping it closed again. She stands, gently pushing her chair under the table, trying not to make too much noise. She squeezes the back of the chair hard, her hand aching. The door swings open and Arthur clears his throat.

“Clarke? Everything alright?” He asks and she nods, letting go of the chair.

“What’s up?”

“I think I know how to find Cross.”