Soren Rami:
I cut the salmon fillet with my knife before picking up the cut piece with my fork. Eating and enjoying the taste of my seasoned fillet, along with how easily it breaks apart in my mouth, I smile and reach for my glass of sparkling water.
Taking a long, refreshing sip of my sparkling water, I place the glass back down before going back to my dinner. As I eat, I look around my grand dining room. I see my glass chandelier hovering above my ebony dining table, surrounded by the dozen or so paintings brought at museum auctions hanging on the walls. On my dining table are one plate, one set of silverware, and one glass.
Sighing as I finish my fillet and water, I'm about to pick up the plate and glass and put them in the dishwasher, but before I can, I hear the sound of a running motorcycle.
SharpShot:
"Hold on," I shout, pushing on the gas and heading straight for Soren Rami's gate.
"Wait, what are you doing? The gate isn't open! Stop! Stop!"
Not stopping, despite how close we are to the long, iron gate, I pull out my blaster and fire. Hitting the gate control on the other side of the gate, the gate swings open, allowing us to slip right in.
Zooming up the driveway and stopping in front of Soren Rami's front door, we both get off my bike. As I get off thought, Ms. Justice slaps me on the back of my head.
"Ouch."
"You couldn't have stopped?" Ms. Justice asks.
"No time," I answer. "Remember? The giant army of clones that is incoming?"
Ms. Justice shakes her head. Meanwhile, I nudge mine as we both walk to the front doors.
"Giant army or no giant army, there is never a need to risk crashing your motorcycle."
Ms. Justice and I walk up to Soren Rami's front doors. I waste no time and start knocking. Well, more banging than knocking.
"Mr. Soren Rami? Mr. Soren Rami! Are you in there? I suggest you answer me!"
We both wait, but the front doors stay closed.
"Maybe he's not home?" Ms. Justice asks.
"He's home," I say, taking a quick look around. "The lights are on, all his cars are in the driveway, and he never has plans past six."
"Never have plans past six? All his cars are in the driveway? Wait, how do you know any of that?"
"Uhhh..."
Mentally, I slap myself on the forehead. Looking to the side, I see Soren Rami's door.
"Uhh...This is taking too long! Stay back."
Pushing Ms. Justice back, I raise my foot into the air. Stomping the whole bottom of my foot against the door, I kick open the doors, the doors splitting open. Walking into the mansion, Ms. Justice elbows me.
"You remember we're here to help, right?"
"Yes, I do, and don't worry. Despite how much those doors cost, Mr. Soren Rami makes that in fifteen minutes."
"Again. How do you know that?"
Again, I mentally slap myself in the forehead.
"I have got to shut up."
Thankfully, I don't have to answer Ms. Justice because someone stomps his way around a corner and into the fancy hallway with us. A tall, familiar man with grey and black hair, he is wearing a sweater and long pants.
"What in the world is going on in here?" Soren Rami shouts before stopping. The second he sees us, Soren Rami raises his hand and aims a blaster at us.
"You fools! Idiots! Both of you! The second you broke down my doors, you triggered a silent alarm. The police will be here any moment now!"
"Awesome," I say. "That means we can leave."
"What? SharpShot! Mr. Rami, please listen to me even if you have no reason to. A supervillain is coming this way. One that had the power to make copies of himself."
"What? Do you expect me to believe you?"
Soren Rami laughs as he turns to his broken front doors.
"Especially when you broke in the way you did."
"You didn't answer the door," I answer, crossing my arms. "What did you want us to do? Warn you through your intercom?"
This time, Soren Rami scoffs as he keeps an eye on us.
"I don't trust either of you!"
A second later, we hear something breaking. The sound echoes throughout the house, causing Soren Rami to jump.
"What was that!" Soren Rami yells as he grips the blasters with both his hands. "What did you two do!"
"That wasn't us."
Moving fast, I slam the front doors shut. About to lock them, I stop.
"Oh yeah. The lock is broken."
Instead, looking to my right, I see a small, black cabinet with books on top. Pushing the cabinet against the front door, I then walk over to a wall and throw my back against it. Waving my hand, motioning for Soren Rami and Ms. Justice to stay quiet, I peek around the wall.
"That's a lot of people."
Already, I see a bunch of Number's clones surrounding the house, with a few entering through a broken window.
"Oh no."
I look around the room, hoping to see something useful. There's a large sofa, a wooden TV stand, a flat screen TV, a few lamps, and some potted plants.
"Nothing but living room furniture. Shoot."
Looking back at the window and seeing more clones climbing in, I pull out my two blasters.
"Ms. Justice," I whisper. "Keep Mr. Soren Rami safe. I'll deal with Number's numbers."
"What! SharpShot, no, you can't--"
I jump out from behind the wall and scream, all the clones immediately turning to me.
"Hey! Draw."
Raising my blasters, I fire a bunch of beanbag rounds. My rounds hit the clones, either knocking them out or knocking the wind out of them. Falling and holding their chests, I run and grab one of the clones.
"I get the feeling Mr. Soren Rami didn't invite you."
I throw the clone toward the broken window. He hits some other clones getting in, creating a sort of domino effect, with one clone falling over and causing the next clone to fall.
As they all fall, I holster one blaster and throw my whole body against the sofa. Pushing it against the clones and towards the broken window, I try to block it. However, some of the clones push themselves up quickly. They see me and push the sofa back. Thanks to their overwhelming number, I can't do anything as they push the sofa and me back.
"Ahhh!"
Throwing my hand over the sofa, about to fire, something flies through the air and hits the clones. It knocks a bunch of them away, and without them, I can push the sofa.
"What in the world was that?" I ask when Ms. Justice appears right beside me. Joining me, the two of us push out the clones and block the window.
"Keep them out," I say, leaving Ms. Justice. Struggling to keep the sofa where it is, I rush to grab the TV, the TV stand, and even the lamps and potted plants. Throwing them onto the sofa, I make a pile that would be too heavy for one person, or 20, to push.
While checking the rounds left in my blaster, I turn to Ms. Justice.
"Where is Mr. Soren Rami? Is he okay?"
"He's fine," Ms. Justice answers. "I threw him in a closet before running here to help you."
"You threw him?"
Ms. Justice's head bounces up and down.
"He wouldn't get in willingly."
As she answers, Ms. Justice grabs her shield from the floor. Once I'm done checking my blasters and Ms. Justice has her shield, we turn to the windows.
Right outside the dozen windows, banging their hands against them over and over, are Number's clones. They stretch all around the mansion, covering the wall as they stare inside.
"Oh no," Ms. Justice says, raising her shield.
"That's a lot of copies," I add, pulling out my second blasters. Holding up our weapons as the clones keep on knocking against the windows, they stop all of a sudden.
Ms. Justice and I look at each other before looking back at the frozen clones.
"Did we do that?"
"No, you did not," a voice answers. Turning, we see a few of the clones spread apart, revealing who I can only guess is the leader, or the original Number.
"Only the two of you? Oh, this is going to be easy!"
"Think again," Ms. Justice says, raising her shield.
Laughing and shaking his head, Number looks at us.
"Fine then. Put up a fight. We outnumber you. So, whether or not, we still win."
Nudging his head, Number's clones start banging their fists against the windows again. As the clone hit the window over and over again, I looked around quickly.
"We're surrounded," I whisper, bringing out my blasters and aiming them at two different walls. "Where are the others? SpeedBlade? JumpStart? I'd even take a QuickShot right now."
"They're coming," Ms. Justice answers, preparing to throw her shield. "I promise, but until then, it's the two of us versus all of them."
"Fine then. Just the two of us. Talk about a busy first night."