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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?
 
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Clone Chronicles

I know I should be helping as I hear Beckett and Ever discuss a battle plan. I have a great deal of knowledge which could help. On the other hand, it's the same knowledge Solo has, so perhaps it's best if I stay out of it and let them decide what to do next. Easier to sit on the ground and let the puppies use my jacket cuffs for tug-of-war.


"Assault machines." Ever points at the cars around us, at the Crawler vehicle they stole to drive here. It's a large army truck, plenty big for her small group. We've retreated farther into the garage, hunkering down with a clear view of the exit, but lots of cover. If this were any other city I'd be worried about Shambles or even Brights, but not in Solo's city. She's made sure of that.


"Only one?" Beckett shakes his head. "What good will that do?"


Ever shrugs. "We brought more things with us to help. And our blood added to these machines gives us a powerful advantage."


Chapter 113: Battle Plan