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Well done. Date 232.1.11, Time 0300
To: Dane, Mr L/N
From: Ava Paige, Chancellor
RE: Trails of Clones.

All is successful. M/N is falling for the plan, and Y/S/N is showing great development - she and Newt, have showed extraordinary results to the injected hormones, and thus it has won us another opportunity... but still we must move forward with the original idea. F/N is continuing to proceed in the expected way. So well done. All is well on it's way and none of it could've been done without your help. Mr L/N, your idea is brilliant. We shall proceed, whilst Y/S/N is recovering.
And remember WCKED is good.

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Dark tunnels. A light at the end. You were at peace, nothing reached you here. Not a whisper. Not a words or existence. It was you and the tunnels, that offered light in the end. You closed your eyes. Six tunnels surrounded you. Which one to pick?
All looked the same. Instinct. You braced yourself, feeling the currents of air drifting through each. Pick one. Easy. You opened your eyes, spinning in a full circle, scanning to half-doomed tunnels, each the same, but each different possibilities. Pick. Each scent of air called to you. One: Newt. Two: The Maze. Three: A child. Four: The Unknown world. Five: Entrapment. Six: Freedom. Each had an air. That's how you knew. You could sense each. Which one? You glanced in the direction of Newt's tunnel, you smiled, stepping towards it. Yet you paused, glazing at the depths of the tunnel of the child. Why? You froze with indecision. Suddenly the tunnels began to melt. From what? The heat? No. There was nothing, but a deep blue floor, that looked like it had no texture and a Guard father clock, hanging on invisible walls.
Running out of time. Time was coming to a stop. The floor beneath you began to collapse, as the grandfather clock, began to root as through it were exposed to the harsh weathers, the timber creaked and flaked. You reached out and brushed your fingers against the decaying keeper of time. Running out of time. You felt, the last remaining ground, tremble underneath, groaned like floor roads, and quivered again. You fought to keep your balance, grabbing the grandfather clock, furiously, it's hands spinning, it fall from the nonexistent wall, and you fall with it. You were falling-

You throw yourself up out of your bed, gagging and dripping with sweat. You moaned, the cold air, sucking out your warmth. Just a dream. "A horrible one at that." You muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself, aware of you strained, awaking muscles. You shivered, your eyes landing on a new spare pieces of clothing. You smiled, offering the gift, and changed stiffly, before opening the door. Nobody. Deciding to move, before the pain set in again, you crept across the hallway, noting down the fact of light flickering through the cracks of the building. You caused at the top of the stairs, peering down. Everyone was up and about, late morning or afternoon. Shaking the last of the dream off, you awkwardly made your way down the staircase and out into outside. You frowned at the sudden light. The sun hung just to the west side of the sky, signalling early evening had approached. You stretched, before yawning. You sighed, your eyes studying the Glade. Everything was normal. "Hey, Y-!" You looked in the direction of the voice, Minho had an hand over Chuck's mouth, muttering something with dark eyes. You frowned, "Hi?"
Chuck shook off Minho's grasp, before jogging over, giving a wave of dismissal Minho's way. "How are ya?" He asked, drawing to a stop. You frowned, "Why isn't Minho running to Maze?"
Chuck looked back at the Asian teenager, "The Keepers had a meeting about Thomas." The boy explained, you felt your eyebrows raise,
"Yeah and?"
Chuck shrugged, "Thomas is a Runner. Though he has to be in the Slammer tomorrow..."
You blinked, as Minho approached. Minho kept his face blank, as he gently shoved Chuck away, "Haven't you got work to do?" He asked, looking at Chuck. Chuck sighed dramatically, and without an answer he ran off. Minho sighed. You gave a soft smile, before coming serious. "Thomas a Runner?"
Minho nodded, looking down to the ground, before looking up again towards the doors. "Yeah."
You followed his glaze, "Everything alright?"
Minho nodded, "Yeah, Thomas just ran off."
"What?"
Minho put his hands up in surrender, "Alby awoke and-"
"Alby awoke?" You couldn't help but think that sleep was too over-rated now. Every time I seem to sleep, I miss out on something important. Minho nodded, "Yeah, he's out to it now but he woke asking for the Greenie. After lunch Newt and Thomas checked the girl out, then all of a sudden Thomas's panicking and running towards the Maze." Oh dear.
You clicked your tongue, "Why didn't you run after him?"
Minho's eyes narrowed, "Because I'm protecting you, Thomas can find his way through the Maze, easy..." he dropped off, his eyes searching your eyes and deeper. You snorted, "I don't need protecting, Minho." You followed Chuck's example and gave a dismissive gesture. Minho's face remained serious, "No. You can't. Everything is dangerous towards you. Even your own name."

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Three tests at once... right. That doesn't sound weird at all. M/N picked up the remaining coffee cups from the long meeting table, giving the computers a quick look over.
Y/S/N's testing:
Multiplied. Check.
Under going TRUST testes. Check.
Under going memories/information. Check.
Pregnant. Undergoing supervision.
M/N clicked her tongue. Unbelievable. This was disgusting.
F/N's testing:
Pain immune development. Check.
Communication with others. Check. M/N frowned, does the device of communication still work? M/N had set a program inside, so that if they were to use it again, it were to shut down and destroy itself. How was it still working? Maybe they hadn't used it yet.
Maze Trails. Check.
M/N closed her eyes, "I am so sorry.", yes she was, but there was also an advantage to this. This meant that she could communicate with them, going unnoticed. M/N sighed, moving to the door, with the coffee cups. "And they call me insane."

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