#paul 13

Paul 13 sits on the seat in the rocket, handcuffed into place so he can't escape. He sighs heavily as he looks out of the window.

He wishes they would just go ahead and launch them and get this over with.

The other Paul clones are quiet. Of course they are. Paul Prime isn't exactly a social butterfly.

Paul 13 glances at the guard strapped into his own seat, at the keys hanging from his belt. He wonders if the Pauls could ever overthrow the guards. There's enough of them to do it. He doubts they have the drive though.

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