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Heralds sighed as though expecting more from these teenagers, then said, "You share none of the same DNA. The people we took the DNA from were in no way related. And you'll have complete freedom within it. It was after all, designed for you almost two decades back."

S C A R

Scar nodded her head slightly toward Heralds as he answered her questions. She didn't particularly like this but, did she really have a choice? She lived on her own in a shitty apartment on the West side of the city. Getting to her would be a breeze if someone was determined enough... and this dude seemed plenty determined to try and kill them all. That's when she heard Gregory pipe up, "Alright Jeeves, I'm in too, I can think of worse ways to spend a few months. Besides, I am sure we have so much catching up to do, I'll bet I haven't seen most you you guys since we were in test tubes!" His arms were spread out wide like he was expecting a huge or seeing a long lost Uncle. Scar assumed he was being sarcastic but either way he made his way up the stairs to Heralds saying, "So Jeeves, exactly how much freedom will we be afforded in this safe-house?" It was a good question, Scar was definitely curious about that. She'd like to be able to leave on occasion, get some air, take a ride on her bike. Being under house arrest seems less than stellar. Scar raised a brow when she saw Gregory lean in slightly towards Heralds, obviously whispering about something. She was curious what he had asked but it wasn't her business.

Scar slipped her slender arms back through the sleeves on her leather jacket before grabbing her helmet in her right hand and standing up. She slowly made her way up the stairs, just in time to hear Heralds say, "You'll have complete freedom within it. It was after all, designed for you almost two decades back.

Scar nodded her head towards Heralds, "Good to know." Her free hand zipped her leather jacket up halfway, before she spoke again, "Can I bring my bike?" That was potentially a deal breaking question. Her Thruxton was her baby, rebuilt from scratch with her hard earned cash, arguably worth more than any of her possessions... She would kill someone without a second thought if they messed it up.

"We need to be trained?... Rob turned to Scar, who had kept quiet up to this point. But I thought you just told Willa that we're not some kind of army? I mean, you made it abundantly clear that none of us apparently hold a chance against this person, so what good would training do?... I'm just, confused."

Rob knew what she felt like. Rob was confused, but not about the dialect Heralds used to define training. He was more confused about the entirety of where they came from. They knew they were adopted. But all of this information was a lot to take in. And still he felt like he wasn't getting enough info. This man was holding secrets from them, he knew that much. It was only a matter of what he was hiding.

"I believe it was Shawn's suggestion for us to train you. Like I said, we don't want an army, so go ahead and just lounge around all day for all we care. We're here to protect you. Nothing more. But," He paused, "As it may be helpful for you to learn more. However. As I've said before, his abilities far exceed your own and moreover, we are working on a solution. Now."

Heralds started to walk toward the doorway he entered from. "If you agree, come with me now. We're going to go meet my employer. Else, head to the door, the guards will provide you with what affects to be a legal gag."

Rob looked back to the guard, guessing that he had a confidentiality agreement somewhere. What was to be said in this house was not for the ears of the public for obvious reasons. He understood he was born from DNA, but he didn't know if being born from DNA was illegal. He chuckled at the irony of preserving their illegal actions with legality.

"Alright Jeeves, I'm in too," Gregory stated overenthusiastically. "I can think of worse ways to spend a few months. Besides, I am sure we have so much catching up to do, I'll bet I haven't seen most of you guys since we were in test tubes!" Rob wondered of any of the ones here could actually remember that far. He had pretty sure belief that his assumptions were mostly right, but that didn't make him totally right.

"So Jeeves, exactly how much freedom will we be afforded in this safe-house?"

At this point, Rob had picked up his "walking stick" and walked towards the doorway Heralds came out of. So he barely heard what Gregory stage whispered to Heralds. "And exactly how genetically related am I to my 'siblings', cant have things in the house getting too incestuous." Rob scoffed at this.

"You share none of the same DNA," Heralds sighed. "The people we took the DNA from were in no way related. And you'll have complete freedom within it. It was after all, designed for you almost two decades back."

Two decades? Rob thought. What was the original intended use of that safe house before the murderer went rogue?

"Good to know," Scar said, "Can I bring my bike?"

That reminded him of something...rather someone. Johnathan. What was he going to do while Rob dealt with family issues? He assumed he'd go back to Camden, but in all honesty, he wasn't sure. Johnathan was loyal to him as much as he was loyal to Johnathan. It wouldn't be fair for him if he didn't at least try to bring him along.

But...Rob turned back to the doorway once more. Would he want to? It was Rob's life that was getting flipped upside down, not Johnathan's. Why even involve him with this? Rob decided. He would tell Johnathan to fly home. It would be the better choice, despite the possibility of losing his sanity to his "brothers" and "sisters".

"Alright, I'm ready to meet him when you are, Heralds," Rob raised a brow at the rest of the crowd, the majority of them zipping their lip.