Meet the Walkers.

When it rains, it pours. I was only just appearing outside a huge country home when M alerted me to some trouble in the Mid-East.

With barely a thought, I called forth the Power of Mitosis and engendered an identical division of my existence.

A Clone Chambers appeared beside me as I took off in a fast pace towards the pathway that led up to the main house. In a second he was there, and then he was gone as his M took him away to attend to the emergency issue.

I wished him luck in my heart and continued on my way.

The house stood like a stately monument in the middle of a vast, emerald expanse—a country estate so large, it could rival a golf course in size. The land was an unbroken stretch of manicured green, dotted occasionally with young trees and crowned by a distant white picket fence that traced the full boundary in neat, uninterrupted lines.