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One last explosion sent sand hurtling into the air, causing the army of one to stop suddenly and shield their eyes. When the sand settled again, there was no sign of Eli or Jim. Slippery little buggers. Legion was almost impressed. Almost. Despite the vanishing act, there was really only one place they could have gone in the time they had. Into the jungle.

"Find them!" barked one Legion, putting on his best gravelly-voiced command voice. It sounded cool but also hurt his throat. "I want them dead or alive."
A couple of duplicates started off into the jungle but stopped when another asked "Really?...We can kill them?"
The commanding Legion replied "Well...maybe just alive...for now"
"How about..." began another "...alive but [i]near [/i]death?"
The group thought on that for a brief moment before collectively agreeing that that was acceptable.

Into the jungle they went. Most decided to slather themselves from head to toe in dirt to blend in with their surroundings in lieu of actual camo. Some even fashioned tribal headdresses and makeshift armor from leaves and tree bark. They weren't sure what movie they were doing now but they were enjoying it nonetheless. Maybe Predator? They really hoped there wasn't some horrible beast lurking in the trees...Although they did kind of hope for the chance to yell "Get to the choppa!!!"

Makeshift camo and armor donned, the Legion of clones set out deeper into the jungle to find their prey. Years of stealth training paid off now as the duplicates blended surprisingly well with their environment. Jim and Opie wouldn't know what hit them until it was too late. They crept through the undergrowth, making sure to keep an eye to the canopy just in case there were Predators nearby. And then they spotted them. Not Predators but prey. Eli and Jim camped high in a tree.

Moving slowly but with purpose, the duplicate army surrounded the tree, making sure to stay out of sight until they were ready. They were well hidden but Eli and Jim would soon hear a distinctive clinking sound of glass on glass. One of the duplicates had brought three empty beer bottles from the bar and now wore them on his fingers. He hit them together creating a rhythmic sound and called out "Iiidioootsss. Come out to play-ayyy"
The nearest duplicate to him turned with a look of mild annoyance on his face and with a loud whisper informed him "That's the wrong movie."

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Jake resisted the urge to hang his head out the side of the dune buggy as it hurtled along the beach. He was loving this though. The fast motion and the wind in his face. It had been so long since he had been in any kind of car. When the buggy slammed into the skeleton, Jake once again resisted an urge. This time to dive out and grab hold of a bone to gnaw on. That would have totally ruined the cool entrance. Of course Zachary did that by being weird and clutching his head in pain for reasons Jake still couldn't determine. He really had to get that guy to a doctor.

When Aya greeted him with a smile and a laugh, Jake's spirit rose slightly. It was good to see her and he was glad she felt the same. It wasn't often that anyone was pleased to see him. Aya asked Jake if he knew what the hell was going on, prompting Jake to run through Zachary's theory in his head once again. It was still the best explanation he had for any of this. Aya shifted her attention to the groaning Zachary and asked if he was okay. Good question. "It's nothing a stiff drink and some brain surgery can't fix" Jake told her, trying to make a joke but failing miserably "As for what's going on...Well Zachy here has some theories." He thought for a very long moment about how to explain this to her Aya but eventually decided he couldn't. He didn't even fully understand it. In the end he simply asked her "Ever see The Matrix?"

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