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“No.” Marisol shook her head, glaring at him.
MC-3 suddenly moved, standing between the two seats. She placed both of her hands on MC-1’s chest. “Stop. Take deep breaths. We’re all stressed, but Marisol knows what she’s doing. We’re alive and away from Clone World. She did that and was able to make contact with one of the freed clones.”
“We no longer have to take orders from humans.” MC-1’s tone had softened, though. He reached up and placed his hands over hers. It had become clear that the two were a couple. “We know that she still thinks like one of them.”
That was proof to Marisol that the medics were talking behind her back. She’d said that to MC-3 after being caught talking to herself. They all seemed to know that she still felt like a human on the inside.
“Fine. We wait and do things her way,” MC-1 agreed.
Marisol relaxed in her seat, wondering how long the wait would be until Free or Figures came back.
Chapter Five
“It’s been a week,” MC-1 pointed out. “That shuttle hasn’t returned. No one has come or reached out to us. It’s time to find a planet to live on. We’ll run out of food and water if we don’t.”
Marisol was tired of arguing with the tall, opinionated medic. She tried to use logic. “We have months before that happens. Let’s give it a few more weeks.”
“No. We did things your way, but it’s not working.”
“How about one more week? We’re outside of a travel lane, and nothing is out this way. It will take time for that shuttle to fly wherever it went and bring another one back.”
“The other clone could have sent a transmission and stayed at this location if he didn’t plan to abandon us for good.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his expression stubborn.
Her temper was beginning to rise. “Are you serious? And say what? The woman who helped us escape Clone World is waiting at this location with four clones. Please haul ass there to speak to her. Oh, and if anyone is listening, which is highly likely, this is exactly where we are.”
He scowled.
“That kind of conversation being broadcast would get the authorities motivated to come after us. You know how terrified humans are of clones. They’ve fucked our kind over in every way imaginable by giving us zero rights or considerations. It’s a miracle there haven’t been rebellions. They know it, too. It’s why they panic at just the thought of clones running around free.”
MC-3 approached, placing her hands on the tall male. “Marisol has a point. We should give it at least another week. It would be best if we find the other clones that escaped. They can help us learn how to survive since they’ve been doing it for years.”
He glared down at the female. “I didn’t ask you.”
She jerked her hands away and glared back at him. “You are not in charge, and I have a say in the matter. We all do.”
MC-2 and MC-3 nodded.
“Fine, we’ll vote,” MC-1 stated. “Raise your hand if you believe it’s best if we go find an uninhabited planet to live on.”
Marisol couldn’t stay silent. “That means going to a planet humans deemed too terrible to try to live on. So horrific storms, animals that will kill us, or something is terribly wrong with the environment. Like the air is barely breathable or the gravity is so strong it will mess up our bodies.”
MC-1 sneered at her but didn’t say a word. He did raise his hand, though. No one else did.
The muscle in his jaw clenched. “Raise your hand if you believe we should wait for what I’m starting to doubt anyone is going to come meet with us.”
Marisol and the other three clones raised their hands. She didn’t miss how quickly the dynamics had changed since they’d left Clone World. The four medics had gone from taking orders from her to using a voting system.
“You’re fools!” MC-1 stomped toward the back of the shuttle. There was cargo storage and a bathroom for him to step into if he wanted some alone time.
Once he was gone, Marisol forced a smile at the other three. “Thank you for agreeing with me. I?”
A loud beeping cut her off. Marisol bolted toward the front of the shuttle and entered the cockpit. The alarm going off showed that something had shown up on long-range sensors. A vessel was coming from the direction of the Balarian system.
MC-3 stepped next to her. “It’s the authorities, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so. They’d be traveling from Vista’s system. That’s the closest base they have in this sector of space. Clone World doesn’t allow them to keep a base there. My gramps doesn’t want Earth keeping an eye on what’s going on there. That ship might be who we’ve been waiting for.”
“Hail them,” MC-2 hissed. “Find out.”
