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“No.” At least, Marisol hoped not. “We’re clones too. Besides, I did help them escape. Wherever they have been living will become our new home. They can accept five more of us.”
The two clones left her in the cockpit as she double-checked that no signal was emitting from the shuttle. She stared at the dark space, thinking about Free.
Does he still love me? Did he ever love me at all, or was it a ruse to gain my help so they could escape? Is he even still alive? How will he react when I find him?
Marisol knew it was possible that Free had ordered the illegal clone. That would really piss her off. She’d spent the past three years grieving his loss. He owed her more than to replace her with someone else.
“I’ll find out. I have nothing to lose.”
Chapter Four
Marisol was bored. Her medical team mostly stayed in the main cabin. The transport from Earth remained on the edge of her sensors, but she hadn’t seen any other traffic within range. It was important to keep a far distance, though. She didn’t want to spook whoever would want to attack the transport.
They’d ejected the emergency pod with the still unconscious pilot on schedule. Her grandfather was obviously now aware of her escape and that she’d taken her medical team with her. It was terrifying wondering how he’d reacted to first learning the news and what he was plotting.
It was possible that he’d just order another clone of her to be made and shipped to Clone World. Her gramps could always lie to the replacement clone by saying she’d suffered an injury and been in a coma for the past three years. He was that much of a bastard to do something so vile.
That had Marisol thinking grim thoughts. What if the second version of her one day realized what had been done to them? Version two would also want to escape Clone World to find Free. Loving him was a major part of her personality that would definitely get transferred.
“That’s why growing unblanked clones is illegal,” she muttered.
The only problem with that scenario was her original identity chip from her human body was inside her palm. Clone version two of Marisol Florigo wouldn’t have one. It would be impossible for secondary clone her to pass as a human during security checks while visiting other worlds and stations. Then again, maybe her gramps had copied her life chip when he’d shipped her original body to the DJD factory.
He certainly had the money to pay for anything. Marisol was more than aware of just how much wealth Clone World raked in. It was the top earner in vacation destinations. Gramps wouldn’t want to lose his best salesperson. That would be her.
“He’s totally going to make another me. Damn him.”
She regretted not thinking about that possibility sooner. She’d had a lot on her mind, though, like learning she was a clone and that her life had become a lie. She’d reeled from the realization that Free, or at least one of the clones he’d escaped with, was still alive and using the secret account to purchase an illegal clone. And she’d plotted how to get them off Clone World quickly so she could intercept that shipment and have a hope of finding whoever had survived.
“I should have hidden myself a note somewhere in my home in case a version two was made. That way, she’d know one of us was searching for Free already.”
“Are you well?”
Marisol startled and turned in her seat to stare at MC-3. The female stepped closer.
“I’m bored but fine.”
“You’re speaking to yourself.”
“That’s totally normal for humans. I mutter when I’m thinking unhappy thoughts.”
“You’re not human.”
“Well, in my head, I still am. That counts.”
MC-3 seemed to contemplate that. “Do you believe your plan is a failure? That we won’t find the other clones?”
“The cargo transport we’re intercepting hasn’t been attacked yet. I still have faith that it will happen.”
“Do you want me to take over flying for a few hours? You slept in that chair all night.”
“No. But thank you. I’m sure whoever ordered that illegal clone is going to strike at any time. This is the perfect location. We’re past Vista’s space station and its authority patrols. I know the escaped clone didn’t go to all that trouble to let the transport reach its destination. They had a reason for having that unblanked clone made and will want it.”
“Are you worried that you might be wrong?”
“I’d be an idiot not to be,” Marisol admitted. “I have faith that I’m right, though.”
The clone medic nodded. “Do you believe the authorities are after us?”
