I entered back to the ring’s backroom and tried to find the DJs. As I look around, one of them, a young dark skinned man, looked in his late teens, came up to me and asked, “Hey, you were just outside, is their really a virus going around the districts?”. I replied nervously, “No, they are looking for people like me. They have armoured troops and armed vehicles. They are prepared to capture us, not to contain a virus.”. He then looked at me as if he is scared to be near me, “Well I don’t wanna be a hundred feet near you when the shills are guns blazing buttercup.”. He then ran out to the stairs.

I know now that I can’t be near any of my notes, but Reba is out there and she could really get hurt. I have no idea how armed she is to handle a high tech military force. I make boom and go back to the alley, but rather than going left to the stairs, I climb to my right to the road floor.

As I reach the road sneaking, I hear gun fire and people screaming, the helicopter was further away as its rotor was much quieter. As I look and hear around, a large sink of guilt flowed through my body, almost intoxicating. I could maybe reveal myself and try to lure the armies out of the city but I never have entered a chase with an entire platoon. And their are others like that talon man that they are looking for. I should focus on finding Reba but she could be anywhere. I check my phone and try to call again. No pick up. Disappointed, I stored my phone, turn off the lights on my trench coat and silvered low in the urban landscape.

I seek a tall skyscraper to get a better look at the city and entered the Tackle News station. Rather than taking the stairs, I climb from the outside. As I get higher and higher, the ambience of war became muffled and vague. As I reach the top, it was cold and a little windy, I look down and see smoke everywhere followed by hazy sight of fire. The guilt only worsened and I stood still for a minute or two. Hands on my forehead, tapping my feet, walking around frantically, I try to loosen the guilt but I can’t, but then I thought to myself that those rivalling gangs are getting a world of pain and I’m not sure of the cops.

At the west side of the city, I see a firework fly up to the sky and exploded, originated from an explosion of fireworks at the carnival amusement park. I know that Reba loved that place as a child, she talked about her childhood and the fun memories of talent shows, arcade games and roller coasters. With no better lead, I make my way to the carnival.

As I am climbing down, a large drone with a turret gun and large camera fly up to my location, I drop down faster and faster, then the drone started to fire at me. As I climb down to the third floor, a bullet hit, hurt then bounce off my right hand and I could not grab a ledge, falling to an entrance roof with a safe land on four limbs, I get up, drop down to the road and ran threw a street.

As I ran, when I reach the Mobile mall, a squad of heavily armed soldiers were firing at a store. These soldiers looked nothing like I’ve seen before, they had white plated armour, exoskeletons with large shins, they looked powerful but lightweight, and were wearing helmets with big glowing light blue eyes. There guns were bulky and heavy, yet they carry them like they were sub-machine guns. Whoever they were, they were an elite force, well armed to take on super humans like me.

One got my sight on me and took its left and tap on its helmet. Surprised, I quickly looked at the road in front of me and see two APCs of the same white plating style like the elite soldiers. I then took a left run to the Mobile mall.

They all took my sights on me and made super jumps towards my direction, I ran like I never did and jump kick the entrance doors, breaking the glass and slide on the marble floor. I quickly get up and continued my run.

The Mobile mall was a twenty four seven commercial zone with automated stores, and is mainly employed with electricians, robotic engineers and performers. The mall was mainly empty with some looted stores, knocked out people and shot down security bots. I ran to head to the west side of the mall.

As I ran, on my left was two groups of people fighting over wine at a winery, I shouted “Get out of here, they are coming.”. They saw me and one woman said, “My fuck, she is fast.”. Then a guy said, “Yeah, she is fast, come over here.”. Then he started chasing me, but I out ran him no problem, I was the fastest out of my siblings after all.

As I left the west gate, there was four white trucks and two guys presumingly loading stolen goods. One guy said “Are you sure we should be here? There a virus roaming around.”. The other said, “Don’t worry about it, there valuable robotic parts here and as they are distracted with their quarantine, this is the perfect opportunity to do some looting.”. Then he spotted me, “Whoa, who are you?”. Then a large drone pop out from the fence from my right and shot two missiles at the looters, blowing them up. It was loud and tragic, but I was desensitize. The drone loaded two more missiles and I prepared myself, the drone fire two more at me and I jumped right, grabbed the one at my right and redirected to the drone, exploded it to smithereens.

Smiling, I then jumped onto the van closet the fence then jumped out to the roads. I make my way to the carnival, avoiding all conflicts of war. I’m going through alleys, side roads, buildings. Seeing this city at this war torn state is depressing, but I gotta find Reba. I don’t know how I would react if she was even slightly hurt.

I arrived at the carnival and it has seen better days. The place was already old with two thousands tech, making today's common thirties tech look scifi in comparison. It had wrecked roller coasters with trains out of the rails, an arcane room with broken machines and dead bodies to litter the colourful floor stained with blood.

I find a blasted side of the main building which looks like where the fireworks exploded. As look around, I found carnival games barricaded with crates and wood blanks, it may be the military so I sneak my way from behind, prone and quick, once behind, I found a counter top with a door way, most likely where the barricaders enters and leave, I took my knife, go for the lock and found Reba sitting, eating a can of beans and carrying a MRX-32 rifle. A dark coated rifle with multi-laser system and computer aiding electronics. I was filled with happiness and I returned my knife behind my cloak.

She looks up and said in relief, “Lue, what are you doing here? Sorry for leaving you alone at the ring, I was investigating but I didn’t realize it wouldn’t be this bad.”. I started to shake with joy, “Well I’m just happy that your healthy. I was looking all over for you. I made a good guess with those fireworks.”. Reba laughed, “Oh that was me, a bunch of soldier goons was near a supply of fireworks and I threw a molotov at it.”. I asked “So um, what are you investigating?” She laughed a little as she knows more than she appear, “I know were your from K three. I knew since day one. Ever since I left the military, I took my training along with my underground knowledge to find and expose the secret organizations that plague the world. Illegal test subjects, chemical manipulations, information control. I known it, I’ve expose it. I’m partnered up with many others with the same goal. Those clothing you were when you entered Technovania that first day was easily NO three zero six made, the code name of the facility. They don’t use real names because it would worsen their covers.”, I started to think about everything she say then reflect onto myself, “Hold up, if you knew I was clone, why didn’t you never mentioned me, or asked me about, NO three o six?”. She smile more, “Heh, I was going to say but you took the words out of my mouth. Your original name is a giveaway, how many of you are there, and what is your parent?”. I started to feel mixed emotions of anger, depression and care, I wanted to enlighten Reba because of the relationship that we have built the past weeks, but it started to feel it was something more. I opened up, “Six, there six of us. We don’t know our parent, sorry.”.

I started to feel bad, like I fail to help Reba, then the guilt return back and I realize that Reba suffered be I came to her home and I brought them here because we escaped and I mind just started to just... get mixed. I breathed, and breathed, and faster and faster and I said “Sorry.”, Reba replied, “Calm down, calm down. Stop breathing so fast, its okay. You don’t have to...” then I fell on her, interrupting and crying out, “Its all my fault, I am the reason they are here, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”. She calmly replied, “Whoa there buttercup, relax, I think you are putting to much on yourself, I know I’m your friend but this is a little excessive.”. She took my face out of her breasts and made eye contact with me, she made voice of reason, “Look, its not all your fault, there are other escapees here and they are here for them too. Don’t ever take responsibility for others’ failures. Look, there is a Canadian soldier that roamed around the city, killing subjects, civilians and US operative. I need to find out who this mysterious man is and what his goals are.”. I pulled myself together, readjusted myself and stand up, asking “Do you know where he is?”. She replied, “I last saw him going towards the rural area in the west side of city, but now all the roads are blocked. I seen a news helicopter on the Radiowave news platform, but its guarded by a squad of soldiers. If you can take them out, I can fly us out.”. I nodded, “Okay. Lets do this.”. Her eyes, where so piercing, trying to search everything I know to uncover the mysteries of this world.

We got out of the carnival and she leaded the way to the Radiowave building. It was small, plain and had a slight blue shade. On the right gate, it was opened but blocked by a APC of that white plating. I got nervous and said “I think we should find another way.”. She said in anger, “No, don’t mute now.”. I knew they where elite but my loyalty took over my skepticism and doubt, I said with sincere apology, “Okay, sorry. I will do my best for you sweet cheeks.”. She gave me this odd look like I said something wrong, then whisper, “She must be scattered.”.

Reba commanded while readying her rifle, “Okay, I’ll take position here. You sneak behind take out all you can. I’ll back up for an ambush buttercup.”. My old training kick in and I replied with a stoic tone, “Yes ma’am.”. Then proceed to go from the back alleys.