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Clone Chronicles

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything... "Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. I haven't a clue who I am. Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall? Don't miss the exciting sequels! Clone Two and Clone One are now available!

Patti Larsen · ไซไฟ
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Chapter 117: Taking The Fight To Solo

It's dark when we emerge from the garage in our Crawler truck and trundle down West 43rd toward 5th Avenue. I turn in the passenger's seat, Beckett behind the wheel beside me, to see the two refitted Tek SUV's turn the opposite way, heading toward West 44th. Circling around.

The plan is simple. We're going right to them, our Crawler vehicle hopefully enough of a camouflage to get us close to the shattered front door while Ever and her Teks attack from the other side, their weapons distracting the Crawlers.

We hope.

Beckett keeps the truck at a slow roll, as though not in a hurry, though my anxiety wants him to floor it, to get us there as fast as possible. I hear mental whispers, the clank of metal, turn to see Socrates and Ande handing out tasers, augmented by the Teks, the electric current now green when it pops to life.

We're as prepared as we can be, but in any case I can't wait any longer. I'm here, my task is at hand and I have to act.