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“How do you know that?” She hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. “No one is supposed to know, not even me.” Somehow this mysterious man knew what she was. Surely he had some answers… Taking a step forward, she was within arms’ length of the glass and pressed her fingers tips against it, her head bent so that she could focus on the tattoo. She liked the way the smooth, cold glass felt against her fingertips. It reminded her of all the anxiety filled visits to the doctors’ office where she’d press her fingers against the fish tanks. She wished the glass between her and Rudy was as thick as the glass of a giant shark tank. This basement certainly felt like one of those exhibits only the glass was much thinner and the stakes much higher.

“Just one. I’m a few. No family, too. Who am I?” Charlotte liked Beth’s little rhyme, she liked the way it slipped off her tongue and made her seem like an elegant super spy. The young girl tried to be like her older sisters. She tried not to use the ‘c’ word and read their files from cover to cover. One day she’d be like them and she was trying to do her best right now.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, trying to figure out whether or not he was like her. If he was one of them. Was there another part to this hideous experiment? Charlotte wracked her brain trying to find any answers. For now she’d just have to get the answers from him.

                   A sly look took charge of his features as he looked down at her. Her sweet rhyme didn’t require an answer, or perhaps didn’t deserve one. In truth it was her first question that provoked a response. Juicy with some valuable insight into the mess, he could assume that his reply would be along the lines of what she wanted to hear. But it’s their ears and eyes that monitored him at all times that caused him to pause. Any — every — move Rudy made, everything he did in there was duly noted. As far as he knew they recorded every cough and sneeze. There wasn’t much he could say about himself or his past while still a guest in Marion’s lovely prison cell. That didn’t end the dance, though. There was nothing to keep him from hinting at the secrets DYAD desperately wished to acquire. All this in mind, he knew he had to be cautious with his words. He couldn’t give away anything that could eventually unravel the entire CASTOR web. Ah, but therein lies the dilemma. If what he wanted to tell Charlotte to remain their little secret, he’d have to make sure the mics and cameras won’t pick anything up. (He put faith in the girl not to tattle seeing as she likely didn’t want to get in trouble for digging around and talking with him). He rolled his eyes. The task would prove somewhat challenging in his position, but not impossible. It would be like playing a game and he LOVED to play games. 

                  In an effort to obscure his words from the cameras, Rudy lifted a hand to his mouth and let his fingers start to play with his lip. In a voice just above a whisper the clone asked, “Haven’t you figured it out? I’m just another piece of this conspiracy. People like us — we can’t all stay in the dark forever. Curiosity is what brings some of us out into the light, and that’s part of the whole point of their experiment. I grew up knowing who I am and who you are because that’s what they wanted. Knowledge is a gift bestowed only upon the special.” Rudy hoped she would be able to comprehend all of what he said. If he had learned anything about Charlotte, he didn’t expect her to be completely lost. Admitting to being a self aware clone that appeared to be deep in the conspiracy was not likely to fall upon deaf ears. During the short time they had been conversing, she had, if nothing else, already proven what a little minx she was. Smart and clever, she had impressed him so far. Rudy could only hope she wouldn’t cease to impress.

As he walked in, Krystal inwardly scolded herself.  This was a terrible idea.  This was a terrible idea! What good could come of this? Okay, sure, maybe she’d get answers, but how was she going to get him to leave? She had her knife for protection, but she would really rather not stab anybody.  That was never on her list of things she wanted to do in her life.  Maybe she could actually call the police, then.  She should get the number ready so she didn’t have to waste any time later.

But for now, she watched as he walked to her bathroom, making sure that he didn’t take a turn and wander anywhere else.  Once he was out of sight but, ugh, unfortunately not out of the range of her hearing, she pulled the phone out of her robe pocket.  Two texts from her sisters.  One from Sarah asking if she was crazy and one from Cosima, saying exactly what she felt earlier.  This was a terrible idea.

But it was too late, now, to rethink things.  Accessing the phone feature, she dialed the number into the keypad and left it there, replacing the phone in her pocket.  Absently, she stared out her door.  She was facing an open door right now - she could leave.  But this was her apartment, why should she have to?  Pursing her lips in defiance, she closed the door.

When Rudy returned and took to her kitchen without a word, Krystal crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing.  Her teeth were clenched behind her lips and when he asked of her food, all she answered was a venomous, “No.”  The urge to tell him to get out, to try and get him to leave now was nearly overwhelming.  It would defeat the whole purpose of this.  Propelled by the force of her own annoyance, her voice carried a strength within it that, perhaps, it had not before.  “What are you doing here?” She had to get straight to the point, first off.

                 A devilish smile lit up his features. That was the question of the night, wasn’t it? Oh, how he'd been looking forward to hearing that come from her sweet lips. Shouldn’t he be excited then? It was time. But was it? A frown hit him as sudden as the realization did. Dammit, why did she have to go and ruin it? It was all planned out so nicely! That question was supposed to be the thing that would lead to the very moment he had been so patiently waiting for. Once she asked about his purpose for visiting, he was going to explain truthfully and end it right then and there. That was how things should have worked out, but obviously weren’t going to. No, she asked too soon. He had only just arrived, and no vengeful act could be perfect without toying with her a little first. Rudy was the kind of guy that had to play with his food before eating it. Half the time he wanted to trick his food into believing he wasn’t hungry, that he wasn’t preparing for the kill. And that was exactly what he was going to do with Krystal. Recalling their last meeting, he figured she would be easy to fool by toying with her. Although at that time she had been intoxicated. Did that make it easier? If that was the case, hopefully fooling her won’t be too much of a challenge for the drunk clone. All he had to do was manage to stay inside the flat without raising too many alarms. She seemed a little on edge, so he’d have to play extra carefully in order to avenge Seth. 

                After enough time passed, he finally turned back to face his ‘host’ rather than the refrigerator’s dull contents. SLAM. He gave a sharp kick to the refrigerator door causing its contents to rattle violently inside. Rudy was, as he had always been, a predator through and through. In that moment as he sauntered closer, he couldn’t have looked the part more if he tried. An off-putting smile twisted his lips. To finally answer her question, he replied with, “I was in the neighborhood, thought I should drop by for a little chat. Wanted to see how you were doing. Can’t old friends catch up every once in a while?” Old friends. Ah, they were anything but.

“I need to get her toys first, I don’t think you want to be in the car without them. Here, put the knife away and hold her while I get her things.” He could simultaneously disarm him and gain his trust. Mark wasn’t desperate enough to shoot at him while he was holding his daughter. If he could get Rudy to hold her, he could pack her toys and clothes then grab a weapon to put in there too. As he shoved the baby towards his brother’s arms, he realized that there was still a gun or two still in the truck. It was more than likely that the shotgun was still in the back of the truck somewhere, whether it be in bed or the truck or somewhere under the seats, it was there. If he was lucky, the fancy silver-plated gun was in the glove box or tucked away in a seat pocket. The keys sat on the counter next to the baby bottles, thankfully they were far enough away from Rudy that he wouldn’t have time to grab them and run with her.

“I doubt Mother has baby bottles, clothes, and toys on hand, and I don’t think she wants to go shopping for that stuff. Let’s save her the trouble.”

               The outcome of situation was becoming harder and harder to predict. There were so many different paths this whole thing could go down, and that was a bad sign. Taking the baby could very well be the first step of inviting a disaster. Unarmed and crucially slower with the baby in his arms, they both knew it wouldn’t be a fairly matched fight if Mark decided to try to pull something. While it appeared to be unlikely that his brother would hand her to him and then attack, it’d be safe to assume that was still a possibility. Rudy wasn’t sure how far the traitor would be willing to go to in favor of escaping his past again. Lying, backstabbing, murdering a sibling, he wouldn’t put anything past Mr. FML. A brother could only hope that he’d choose to do the smart thing and play along in the end. Hope, though, was not something to count on. Rudy would have to remain fully alert and act with extreme caution in order to make it out of this situation as healthy as he was when he walked in.

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» NAME: Rudy Marshall Curran. » AGE: Twenty-six. » BIRTHDAY: August 9th. » SPECIES: Human clone. » GENDER: Male. » SEX: Male. » ORIENTATION: Pansexual. » PROFESSION: Black operative, soldier.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

» HAIR: Brown (kept styled into a fauxhawk). » EYES: Brown (or hazel). » SKIN: Fair. » HEIGHT: 5′ 10'’.

FAMILY

» SIBLINGS: CASTOR clones, LEDA clones (biologically; he doesn’t really consider all of them as his family), and Gracie Rollins (née Johanssen; sister-in-law; via Mark). » PARENTS: Alice Anne-Louise Curran (surrogate mother), Dr. Virginia Coady (adoptive). » GRANDPARENTS: None.  » OTHER RELATIVES: Kira Manning (niece; via Sarah Manning). » ANY PETS?: None, though as a child he held a fondness for an old pet rat that one of the military doctors owned. He considered it to be his pet up until its death. Its name was Rutger. 

SKILLS

» PHYSICAL PROWESS: Brilliant, tip-top shape. Rudy completes a series of military exercises daily, watches his diet, and maintains excellent personal hygiene.  » ABILITIES: Dexterous combatant in a knife fight, proficient in hand-to-hand combat, proficient marksman, master manipulator, able to make any situation uncomfortable for everyone involved.  » HOBBIES: Knife throwing, art (sketching; used primarily for expressing emotions unable to otherwise express, though he will also draw whenever he has the urge) causing trouble with Seth, watching HBO/Showtime television series. 

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE ——

Resourceful, loyal, intelligent, cunning, protective, ambitious.

——- NEGATIVE ——- Irascible, psychopathic, manic, manipulative, pugnacious, obstinate, egocentric.

LIKES

» COLOURS: Softer blues, light grays. » SMELLS: Cigarette smoke, AXE products, new car smell. » FOOD: Chinese takeout, In-N-Out Burger, peach oatmeal. » DRINKS: Coke, chocolate milkshakes, sugar water, iced tea. » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: Vodka, tequila, pale lager beer. 

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