Grauholz, Part 2
Rachel house – December 14, 1993, 9:53 AM
Anders and Angela sat at the table, watching Cindy watch cartoons from a distance. There was something about that girl that unnerved Angela. As she watched, Cindy picked up the remote and changed the channel to CNN. There was a lot being discussed on the news network, from the transfer of Tawantinsuyu’s Security Council seat to Vietnam to the succession crisis unfolding in Russia, where the army had been deployed in Kiev enforce the claim of Crown Prince Borislav, the chosen heir of the late Tsaritsa Sbyslava. Cindy put down the remote and watched as tanks bombarded the Duma building. She was completely interested in the coverage. Angela anxiously looked at Anders as Clara Rachel, Cindy’s mother, walked in with tea.
“Cindy really is a beautiful little girl, Frau Rachel,” Anders said, sipping his tea.
“David and I wanted to spoil her,” Clara said, “We wanted to protect her from everything horrible in the world. She was daddy's little girl.
She softly cried.
“Is she an only child?” Anders asked.
Clara nodded.
“May I ask, was Cindy adopted?” Angela asked.
“No,” Clara said, “I gave birth to her at Sankt Raphael General.”
Angela noticed Cindy was looking straight at them, listening to what they were saying. Her hand started shaking again, as if it were searching for a stuffed animal.
“So, I assume you have all the proper documentation,” Angela said, “Birth certificate...”
“Of course I do,” Clara said.
“Was she the only child delivered at that birth?” Anders asked.
“What the hell kind of question is that?” Clara demanded. “Look, I have told the police everything I know.”
Anders showed Clara a picture of Teena and Joel Stein. “Frau Rachel, have you ever seen this man before?”
“This...is this your suspect?” Clara said.
“No,” Anders said.
“Did he do something to Cindy?” Clara asked.
“No, Frau Rachel,” Angela said, “This is not your daughter. That girl's name is Teena Stein. She lives in Tirol, western Austria. That man, her father, was killed in the same manner and at the same time as your husband.”
“Cindy is my daughter,” Clara said, “I can show you videos of her birth. We tried for years to become pregnant.”
“In vitro fertilization?” Anders asked.
Clara nodded.
“At which clinic?” Anders asked.
“The Luther Center in Tel Aviv,” Clara said.
“Thank you,” Anders said.
They left the house and walked to the car.
“Do you still believe this is UFO related?” Angela said. “Cindy didn't see red lightning.”
“I don't know,” Anders said, “The only thing similar about these girls doesn't seem to be their appearance.”
“Well, there seems to be the random possibility that two people can have an unrelated likeness,” Angela said.
“Who both just happened to see their fathers exsanguinated at the same time,” Anders said, “I'd like to get the odds on that in Riyadh or Dubai.”
Angela nodded in agreement. Then she got in the driver’s seat and started the car.
“The girls are the one and only link between identical murders,” Angela said.
“One girl was just abducted,” Anders said.
“Kidnapped,” Angela corrected.
“Kartoffel, Kartoeffel,” Anders said, “Wait, stop the car.”
Angela stopped the car. Anders got out.
“Where are you going?” Angela said.
“The murders were committed by the same person or persons,” Andres said, “Part of the pattern involves kidnaping the daughter.”
“And you expect the pattern to continue,” Angela said.
“I'm going to keep an eye on Cindy,” Anders said, “You check out the clinic. See if the Steins were enrolled in the same fertility program.”
“Okay, I'll call the Tel Aviv bureau and get someone to relieve you,” Angela said.
“Oh, and by the way…” Anders handed her ten marks.
Angela handed him the money back. “Looks like both of us were wrong.”
Anders shut the door, and Angela drove off, blaring Prinz from her radio.
Luther Center for Reproductive Medicine, Tel Aviv – December 14, 1993, 11:24 AM
Angela and a doctor walked up the stairs. The doctor handed Angela a file.
“In vitro fertilization is a procedure in which we can implement fertilization,” the doctor explained, “Implanting the embryo to the uterus.”
“Could a patient have believed she was receiving her own eggs but actually receive another without her knowledge?” Angela asked.
“Not here,” the doctor said, “We have very strict controls.”
“Are you ever aware of having patients by the name of Claudia and Joel Stein?” Angela asked.
“Any information about patients is confidential,” the doctor said, “That's our policy.”
“Both the Steins are dead, and their daughter has been kidnapped,” Angela said, “I think any information that you have that could help overrides your policy.”
The doctor hesitated for a moment. Then he turned around and walked back down the stairs to his office, where he handed Angela the Steins’ records.
“You have copies of their records sent to Kitzbühel, Tirol, in 1991,” Angela read, “They came here 9 years ago under the supervision of a Dr. Sarah Astoria?”
The doctor didn’t answer.
“There a problem?” Angela asked.
“Dr. Astoria was nothing but a problem,” the doctor said, loading a tape into a TV.
Sarah Astoria appeared on the screen, where she was sharp looking and professional. She wore a lab coat and was at her desk in an office. She smiled at the camera.
“Hello, and welcome to the Luther Center for Reproductive Medicine,” Sarah said, “I'm Dr. Sarah Astoria, a specialist in the exciting field of in vitro fertilization.”
“She was a resident here in 1985,” the doctor explained, “Brilliant. First in her class at Cordoba med where she got her MD. After completing her doctorate in biogenetics, we were thrilled to get her. It was the height of the war then, and the military was hiring as many graduates as they could for…research assistance.”
“And now you don't sound too thrilled,” Angela said.
“We have reason to believe that Dr. Astoria was tampering with genetic material that was fertilized in the lab prior to implant,” the doctor said, “Experimenting with eugenics.”
“Did you report this to the IMA?” Angela asked.
“Of course, and I fired her,” the doctor said, “And also requested an investigation with the Bureau of Health.”
“And what happened?” Angela asked.
“The IMA censured her,” the doctor said, “My request for an investigation was denied. Dr. Astoria disappeared.
Hotel in Haifa – 5:21 PM
“We know the pain of infertility and we are ready to help,” Sarah said, “In the next half hour, I'll guide you through...”
Angela paused the tape. “Dr. Astoria was the supervising physician in both the Rachels’ and Steins’ IVF program. It seems she was experimenting at the clinic.”
“Maybe now she's trying to erase the results?” Anders said.
Angela resumed the tape. “...can't guarantee everyone's success, but with our scientific advances, a little luck, and a lot of hope...miracles can happen.”
“Well, she must have had an accomplice to have done both murders,” Anders said.
“So now you think this is a vendetta that she and a colleague have against the Luther Center?” Angela said. “Anders, does this mean you’ve abandoned your UFO connection?”
The phone rang. Angela picked it up, but she only heard two clicks. She hung up again.
“Just a couple of clicks,” she said, “Must be the wrong number.”
Anders got up and pushed her to the door. “I'll tell you what... I'm going to sleep on it and we'll talk about it in the morning.”
“Mulder, you're rushing me out of the room,” Angela said.
“No, I'm not,” Anders said.
“Is Diana coming over?” Angela said.
“Does this look like Berlin, Angie?” Anders replied. “No, I have...Star Trek’s on. Got to catch the next episode. Sleep tight. See you in the morning.”
He shut the door.
Pier 13, Haifa Harbor – 5:56 PM
Anders waited and looked around. He walked by bushes and heard Hans’ voice coming from somewhere inside. He stopped.
“I would’ve expected better from someone like you, Uncle,” Anders said.
“Are you certain Angie hasn't followed you?” Hans said.
“Yes,” Anders said, “What are you doing here?”
Hans emerged from the bushes and walked with Anders.
“I was hoping we could go to a Zealots game,” Hans said, “Actually, I was just in the neighborhood... Wondered if I ever told you about the Grauholz Experiments.”
“No you haven't,” Anders said.
“Well, it was the most interesting project,” Hans said, “Highest level of classification. All records have since been destroyed. And those who knew of it denied knowledge of its existence. It existed during the height of the Cold War. We got wind the Soviets were fooling around with Eugenics in the late ‘60s. Rather primitively, I might add. Trying to crossbreed top scientists, athletes, spies... to come up with the superior soldier. Naturally, we jumped on the band wagon.”
“Grauholz,” Anders said, “Super-soldiers?”
“A group of genetically controlled children raised and monitored on a compound in Grauholz,” Hans said, “The boys were called Adam and the girls were called Eve. There's a woman you should see and I'll make sure you can get in.”
“What happened to it?” Anders asked.
“We got word the Soviets had abandoned their experiments after Prague,” Hans said, “Focusing on training an unmodified agent called Firebird. Then everybody involved in the experiment was suddenly killed by Firebird sometime in mid-1985. And then Firebird turned rogue and went off the grid, making that effort useless anyways. And the experiments at Grauholz…it was a waste of funds, and many wanted to move on to the next promising project, Sentinel. The data was classified at the highest levels.”
He stopped. “By the way, I should say that many former Grauholz scientists took an interest in your father’s work.”
“We don’t talk about Walter,” Anders said, “And his work had nothing to do with eugenics.”
Hans raised his eyebrows. “You sure?”
Bureau of Defense facility, [REDACTED] – [REDACTED]
Angela and Anders approached the front desk, where a guard waited for them.
“Agents Hansen and Humboldt,” Angela said, “We're here to see Eve 6.”
“Deposit your firearms,” the guard said.
They placed their guns on the table. The guard placed two devices on the desk.
“Sign for these,” she said.
“What are those?” Anders asked.
“Panic buttons,” the guard said, “Can't let you inside without one.”
They did so, and the guard led them into the facility. They walked through a series of corridors, stairs, cages, electric fences, spiked gates, and metal doors with buzzers. Everything inside was metal and mesh. Just when Angela thought they couldn’t go any further, they continued for another ten minutes before reaching a cell door. The guard handed flashlights to them.
“Why the flashlights?” Angela asked.
“She screams and screams if we turn the overheads on,” the guard said, “No one's ever gotten a good look at her. We'll be right outside.”
She opened the door, and Anders and Angela walked inside. They turned their flashlights on, finding the interior to be covered in garbage and padding covering the walls.
“Hello?” Anders asked.
They saw “Eve 6” crouching in the corner on the floor, handcuffed and shackled. She had dirty brown hair and yellow teeth. There were pictures taped on the wall around her.
“Well it looks like you got what you're looking for,” she said, “One of us at least.”
“Sarah Astoria...” Angela began.
“Break the chains...” Eve 6 said, “Then we'll talk.”
“Nice try,” Angela said, “They're probably there for a good reason.”
“No, bad reason,” Eve 6 said, “I paid too much attention to a guard. Bit into his eyeball.”
She giggled, making gnashing sounds with her teeth. “I meant it as a sign of affection. Are you going to give me an IQ test by any chance? I think I can top 265. We're very bright, we Eves. It runs in the family.”
“Where are the others?” Anders asked. “The other Adams and the Eves?”
“All that's left is me,” Eve 6 said, “And Eve 7, she escaped early on. And Eve 8. She escaped 10 years later.”
“Are you Sarah Astoria?” Angela asked.
“That's not my name,” Eve 6 said, “But she is me and I am her and we are together. I am the eggman and I am the walrus, wololo.”
She laughed again.
“Did you work for the Luther Center for Reproductive Medicine in 1985?” Angela asked.
“1985?!” Eve 6 spat and jabbed. “I've been tied up like this for two years and for what reason? For no reason, I did nothing. I'm just me. They made me. But did they suffer? No. No. I suffer. I suffer! They keep me alive for the Grauholz Project , they come in... they test me, they poke me... to see what went wrong. Sarah knows what went wrong.”
She pointed at them. “You have 46 chromosomes. The Adams and the Eves ... we have 56. We have extra chromosomes. Number 4, 5, 12, 16, and 22. This replication of chromosomes also produces additional genes. Heightened strength. Heightened intelligence.”
“Heightened psychosis,” Anders said.
“Saved the best for last,” Eve 6 said, “You don't believe me. I have proof. Look on the wall. My family album.”
One of the pictures on the wall was of many clones of Teena and Cindy by a swing set.
“Mein Gott, it's the girls,” Angela said.
“We were close,” Eve 6 said, “We were very close.”
“Dr. Astoria was using the clinic to carry on the Grauholz Experiment,” Anders said, “She was cloning herself.”
“Now you get it!” Eve 6 cried.
Angela found herself shaking again. “Anders, let’s go.”
“Yeah, Angie,” Anders said.
They turned to leave.
“Agent Anders Humboldt,” Eve 6 said.
Anders turned around. “How did you know my name?”
“I heard it when you were walking here,” Eve 6 said, “Humboldt…that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. Your father would be very proud of you.”
“Don’t bring Walter into this!” Anders shouted.
“He wasn’t part of the experiments, wasn’t like the others,” Eve 6 continued, “But Walter Humboldt…oh, he was a genius like no other. I wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up like me.”
Angela pulled Anders away and left the cell.
Rachel house – 9:29 PM
Angela parked the car outside the Rachels’ house and watched the house with Anders.
“Suppose Eve 6 is right and there are two other Eves out there,” Anders said, “That could account for the two identical murders occurring at exactly the same time. Sarah Astoria does have an accomplice. Herself.”
“Until I heard that, I was beginning to suspect the girls,” Angela said.
“No, no, no, Angie,” Anders said, “It seems the two remaining Eves are doing away with the parents in order to keep Teena and Cindy in the family.”
“By the way, Anders, about what Eve 6 said earlier—” Angela began.
“Let’s not talk about it,” Anders said.
“I know you have strong feelings about it, but remember, she’s psychotic,” Angela said.
“How could she have known Walter’s name?” Anders said. “I never mentioned him once when we were in the facility.”
“She’s just trying to push your buttons, Anders,” Angela said.
She pointed at the house, where Cindy stood by the window. “You suppose these girls have any idea of what they are?”
“I hope not,” Anders said, “I know exactly how it feels.”
A bright light appeared in Cindy’s room.
Angela unlocked the car and got out. “Anders, let’s go.”
“I’ll take the back,” Anders said.
They ran up to the house and drew their guns. As Anders ran around to the backyard, Angela forced her way through the front door, where she found Clara
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“There's someone upstairs, wait outside, no time!” Angela said.
Not surprisingly, given Angela had a gun, Clara immediately obliged.
Angela ran up the stairs and was immediately blindsided by a punch to the head. She slammed against the wall and was immediately knocked out.
In the backyard, the patio door burst open, and a woman holding Cindy emerged. Anders pointed his gun at her.
“Athanatoi!” he said. “I’m armed!”
Sarah Astoria, wearing a dark hoodie, stopped and looked at him.
“Which one are you?” Anders demanded. “Eve 7 or Eve 8?”
Sarah pointed Angela’s gun at Cindy’s head. “Drop it. You know I'm capable. Slow. Real slow.”
Anders put his gun on the ground. Sarah ran off, and Anders picked up his gun and ran after her. Sarah got in a car and sped away.
Haifa Police Department, 12th Precinct – 10:39 PM
“Suspect's name is Sarah Astoria,” Angela told a police officer, “Early 30's, 5'8, 135 pounds. Now she may have an accomplice, similar in appearance. Astoria is driving a light blue '93 Fengtian Corona or Corolla. She has exceptional strength for her size. So you must consider her armed and dangerous. Quite possibly she'll display severe psychotic behavior.”
She left the police officer and joined Clara, who was wrapped in a blanket and sat on a bench next to Anders.
“What if she kills her?” Clara asked.
“Frau Rachel, the fact that Astoria and her accomplice murdered the fathers and abducted the girls means they want them alive,” Angela said, “I'm sure Cindy's alive and we'll find her.”
Clara got up and walked away, crying.
“And then what do we do?” Anders said.
Nazareth – December 15, 1993, 5:20 AM
A car drove up to a hotel, its vacancy sign lit up in neon purple. Sarah and Cindy got out and walked up to a hotel room.
“I'm sorry you have to meet this way,” Sarah said, “But it's the best for all concerned.”
Sarah opened the door, revealing Teena sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Teena Stein, meet Cindy Rachel,” Sarah said.
Teen and Cindy looked at each other and smiled.
Rachel house – 7:13 AM
Angela and Anders walked downstairs from Cindy’s room, where a police officer met them. Anders was on his phone.
“Agent Hansen?” the officer said. “They found the Fengtian Corolla in the parking lot at Tel Aviv International.”
“Okay, good,” Angela said, “I want you to start a check on every single passenger for every flight that left the terminal over the past twelve hours. I want you to check every single terminal to make sure she's not hiding out somewhere for a later flight. And remember, she may have an accomplice.”
“Got it,” the officer said.
She walked away as Anders hung up. “That was a motel manager in Nazareth that says he's got a guest that matches Sarah Astoria’s description.”
“We just found the car at the airport,” Angela said.
“She might have ditched it,” Anders said, “The manager said this woman checked in with a little girl. That she leaves the hotel in the afternoon by herself, was gone all night and returns the next day with the little girl.”
“Someone else could have picked up the little girl without the manager knowing about it,” Angela said, “Nazareth is crawling with vacationing families and pilgrims, especially with Christmas so near. There would be hundreds of little kids running around.”
“No, he remembers this kid,” Anders said, “She told him he should use chlorine to irradiate the dinoflagellates in the swimming pool. Does that sound like someone we know?”
Angela already had her keys out. “That’s it.”
Nazareth – 10:18 AM
Sarah dropped a bag of fast food—probably Burg Kaiser—on the table for the kids.
“I've always kept and close eye on your behavior,” she said, “No matter where I was. The last few years I've spent in search of the remaining Eves, hoping they survived the war. That however was cut short by your... activity. I hoped my work at the Luther Center had corrected the Grauholz flaws. Psychotic behavior didn't develop in the Adams and Eves until age 16. Homicidal behavior... at 20. Imagine my... disappointment when I learned of your... accelerated development. How did you know of each other's existence?”
“We just knew,” Teena and Cindy said simultaneously.
“Did you discuss how you would orchestrate your little... prank?” Sarah asked.
“We just knew,” Teena and Cindy repeated.
“Why murder your fathers?” Sarah asked.
“They weren't our fathers,” Teena and Cindy said.
“We have no parents,” Teena said.
“We weren't born,” Cindy said.
“We were created,” Teena said.
“You cannot think that way,” Sarah said, “You're human beings. Different, special, but you cannot give into genetic destiny. That's why I've taken you. I was raised and trained by a man who knew what I was. Humboldt was a geneticist and a brilliant man. With the... proper environment, and a program... of long term medication... you can become like me... and not the other Eves...”
Sarah hyperventilated and gripped the table, retching and vomiting. The girls smiled madly at each other.
“What... what have you done to ... me?” she gasped.
“Your soda...” Teena said.
“4 ounces of foxglove...” Cindy said.
“...extracted from the digitalis plant...” Teena said.
Cindy made a measurement of about a half inch between her thumb and pointing finger. “This much is a lethal dose.”
“We cultivated it ourselves,” Teena said.
“Wh... why?” Sarah said.
“You tell us,” Teena said.
“You made us,” Cindy said.
“We're your mistake,” Teena said.
“That I'll correct... my mistake,” Sarah muttered.
11:34 AM
Angela drove up to the motel, finding the police already there. The officer they were looking for sat in the front seat of his prowler. Angela and Anders walked to him, and he got out.
“I waited like you told me,” he said, “No one's gotten out and no one's gotten in.”
There was a crash from the hotel room.
“Get the back!” the officer shouted.
They all rushed into the hotel room. They found Sarah Astoria lying on the floor. Anders looked both ways out the open window. Angela checked for a pulse in Sarah’s neck.
“They left,” Cindy said.
Angela noticed the girls huddled in a corner.
“Who’s they?” Angela asked.
“Her and another lady,” Teena said.
“We were all supposed to drink but we only pretended to drink it,” Cindy said.
“They tried to poison us,” Teena said.
They hugged.
“What did the other lady look like?” Anders asked.
They pointed at Sarah’s body.
“Eve 8,” Anders said, “They were working together.”
“It's alright,” Angela said, “We'll take care of you. You're safe with us.”
1:44 PM
The medical examiners placed a sheet over Sarah’s body and loaded her onto a gurney. Angela picked up a glass from the table and handed it to Anders.
“Looks like the Eves mixed about 4 ounces of digitalis in each glass,” she said.
“Their own mini Schmidtstown,” Anders said, “Eve 6 said they were prone to suicide.”
“It has a sweet flavor,” Angela said, “It's probably not even perceptible in soda.”
An officer walked up to them.
“We're still searching the area but still no sign of the other suspect,” she said, “We'll have an officer take the girls back.”
“Ah, maybe it would be better if we took responsibility for the girls,” Anders said.
“We could take them to get checked out by a doctor,” Angela said.
The officer shrugged. “Okay, whatever.”
Angela walked to the girls. “We're going to take you back.”
“Back where?” Cindy said. “What's going to happen to Teena?”
They got in the back seat. Angela got in the driver’s seat.
“They've already grown so attached,” Angela said, “It's going to be hard when Teena gets placed in foster care.”
“Yeah,” Anders said, getting in.
“You know, I have a bad feeling about this,” Angela said.
Autobahn 42 – December 16, 1993, 2:12 PM
Angela continued driving down the highway. Anders looked back at the girls, sitting quietly in the back seats.
“Agent Hansen, I have to go to the bathroom,” Cindy said.
“Me too,” Teena said.
“Can you hold it?” Angela said.
“I really need to go,” Cindy said.
“I could use some caffeine,” Anders said.
They stopped at a truck stop and got out. There was a waitress behind the counter.
“Hi, where's your bathrooms?” Angela asked.
“In the back,” the waitress said, “Let me get you the key.”
She handed the keys to her.
“Thanks,” Angela said.
“Oh, can I get four diet sodas?” Anders asked.
“Regular,” Teena and Cindy said.
“Okay, two diet and two regular,” Anders said, “To go. Please.”
Angela led the girls to the bathroom, where Teena and Cindy walked into the stalls.
“Agent Hansen, my door's stuck,” Teena complained.
“Just a second,” Angela said.
Meanwhile, Cindy left the bathroom. She went to the counter and took the drinks, but the waitress stopped her.
“Just a minute,” she said.
“That's okay,” Cindy said, “My uncle will pay for them when he gets out of the bathroom.”
She brought the drinks to a table and took out a vial of foxglove and digitalis, which she poured into two of them. Anders walked up to her.
“Diet?” Anders asked.
Cindy pointed to the two poisoned drinks. “I think these are.”
Anders took one. “Are you sure? These smell really sweet.”
“I know they are,” Cindy said, “I saw her pour it.”
“Okay,” Anders said.
Angela and Teena walked out of the bathroom.
“Let’s go,” Angela said.
“Come on,” Anders said.
He gave his drink to Angela and put his hand on the back of Cindy as they walked out. Anders passed a 5 mark bill to the waitress and joined Angela and Teena outside.
“Smells syrupy,” Angela said.
She patted her pockets. “Wait, you didn't pick up my keys off the counter, did you?”
Anders shook his head.
“Alright, I'll check,” he said.
He walked back inside and saw a green residue where the drinks sat on the table. He burst back outside and ran up to Angela as she prepared to drink.
“ANGIE!” he shouted.
“Yeah?” Angela said.
“I just wanted to open the car door for you,” he said, knocking the drink out of her hand.
“Anders, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Angela said.
“Yeah, the girls poisoned them,” Anders whispered, “Now let’s get them to the car so—”
They turned to the car, but the girls were gone.
“Oh, Scheiße,” Angela cursed.
They drew their guns and searched the truck stop. Finally, Anders found them walking under a truck bed and grabbed them. They screamed.
“ANGIE, I GOT THEM!” Anders shouted.
“We didn't do anything wrong!” Teena shouted.
“We're just little girls,” Cindy said.
“That's the last thing you are,” Angela said.
Rachel house – December 17, 1993, 9:14 AM
Clara looked at pictures of Cindy.
“They said they have an excellent program that can help her,” she said, sobbing.
“They can't hide behind the bureaucracy, Frau Rachel,” Anders said, “You have every right to know what happened. You have a right to know about your daughter.”
Clara sighed. “All I need to know is she was not my daughter. She never was.”
“I’ve contacted a friend of my uncle,” Angela said, “He’ll provide treatment for the girls so they can live normal lives.”
“What’s the point of fixing her if I can’t see her again?” Clara said.
As they left the house once again, Angela found Anders staring into the distance.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Walter could’ve avoided all this,” Anders said, “He could’ve fixed them, instead of condemning to government experiments.”
“Anders, the past is past,” Angela said, “We’re here. It happened. As far as I’m concerned, Eve 6 was just pushing your buttons, and anyways we’re getting one of his friends at Tesla Dynamic to help fix their…issues. Let’s move on.”
Anders sighed. “Agreed.”
Bureau of Defense facility, [REDACTED] – [REDACTED]
Teena and Cindy were led into jail cells next to Eve 6, who smiled as they passed.
“Hello girls,” Eve 6 said, “So nice to have company.”
Outside, a woman in a lab coat signed in and took a panic button. She went to the cell doors and looked at the Eve clones. Her nametag read “Sarah Astoria (Eve 8),” and she had a Tesla Dynamic keycard in her pocket.
“Hello, Eve 8,” Teena said.
“How did you know I'd come for you?” Sarah said.
“We've been waiting,” Cindy said.
“How did you know I'd come for you?” Sarah repeated.
“We just knew,” Teena and Cindy said simultaneously.
Sarah smiled. “Well, let’s not keep Herr Tesla waiting, then.”
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