If there was anything Clone Chambers could agree with his Original on more than their shared hatred for stiff, it was their shared hatred for the man's redundancy.
The jungle around him was alive with sound. Insects hummed, night birds called, and somewhere in the distance, a jaguar let out a deep, rumbling growl. Thick foliage shrouded the world in darkness, but his vision cut through it with ease.
He'd been led here by careful investigation coordinated by Mindy, both M's, the CIA, and NATO.
It had almost taken them too long to find the Ultra-V Virus after he discovered it was missing from the terrorist compound. Now he was here, with barely an hour remaining before he's synced back to the Clarke Original.
He was going to need to rush this.