The mind wipes on the clones only proved to be useful in getting rid of mundane activities. They were created with specific markers, altering their genes to give the clones an upper hand when it came to other humans. In doing so there came some draw backs, like making their minds more resilient to the mind wipes. As long as they continued to prove they were loyal and strong, they weren't killed off. Some of those mind wipes did cause some clones to lose their edge. Beth was one of them and she ended up offing herself in front of a train.
"You always did like being on top, you know." If he wanted to lay her out at his feet, it wouldn't be the first time. Training sessions managed to leave them both sweaty, hot, bothered and relieved all at once. If they weren't using the wall they were using the floor with her on her back.
She was taking a big chance on him recalling any information on the clone project. Hopefully her chance would pan out and they could go their separate ways.
"Good." Sarah didn't bother to hide her smirk, following him to a small room. Her eyes flickered away from him to regard the screens showing them various feed and angles of the museum. Now the question became...where did she begin?
"I take it I'll go first, yeah? You were my commanding officer. In charge of training and testing our mantle. Managed t'impress you enough to not die and things took their own course there. It wasn't just training sessions where our paths crossed. There were a few missions here and there. Like Moscow..." the memory began to reply in her mind, making her smile slightly.
"You were such a fucking prick. We were all freezing our arses off, but it was part of the training. There were a few times when I told you to piss off. One of your handlers decided to back hand me for it and you didn't take to that too well..."
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"You always did like being on top, you know." If he wanted to lay her out at his feet, it wouldn't be the first time. Training sessions managed to leave them both sweaty, hot, bothered and relieved all at once. If they weren't using the wall they were using the floor with her on her back.
She was taking a big chance on him recalling any information on the clone project. Hopefully her chance would pan out and they could go their separate ways.
"Good." Sarah didn't bother to hide her smirk, following him to a small room. Her eyes flickered away from him to regard the screens showing them various feed and angles of the museum. Now the question became...where did she begin?
"I take it I'll go first, yeah? You were my commanding officer. In charge of training and testing our mantle. Managed t'impress you enough to not die and things took their own course there. It wasn't just training sessions where our paths crossed. There were a few missions here and there. Like Moscow..." the memory began to reply in her mind, making her smile slightly.
"You were such a fucking prick. We were all freezing our arses off, but it was part of the training. There were a few times when I told you to piss off. One of your handlers decided to back hand me for it and you didn't take to that too well..."