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Chamberlain simply spun the sword by the pommel and handed it to her hilt first. "You tell me. But I already know the answer of course."

Chamberlain twirled the sword and put it back where he had found it. "Scotland if I remember correctly. He took me there a few times. Beautiful place, me being from Bristol I didn't make it out that way much before."

"I can't say for sure, but I met them in Scotland. If they still live they'd be there I'm sure." Chamberlain continued. "But, you should eat some of this food before it gets cold. It's quite good." To punctuate his statement he began to eat himself.

"Tinker do you read?" Said a large, muscular man with short, red born hair and a very tanned complexion. he was garbed in thick fabric covered in what could only be described as leather armor on his lower arms and legs as well as his shoulders. A long, collapsed bow was holstered on his back and two large knives, or short swords depending on how you looked at it, were sheathed next to the quiver with the handles facing downward. He looked to be in his late 20s to early 30s.

Next to him was woman who looked a bit younger, probably only in her mid 20s. Her hair was cut around her shoulders, and was combed so that it hung over her right eye. She wore a long brown over coat. The wind picked up for a second and showed she was wearing black cargo pants and a cameo shirt. Strangely, the her clothes almost seemed the shift slightly with the area around them to make the camouflage colors mimic those around her. On her waist and legs were holstered many different types of guns, a silenced P-90 hug at her waist from a chest strap. Her hair also blew up in the wind for a moment, revealing a long vertical scare across her right eye, starting and inch below and ending and inch above, her eye clouded over.

"I read," said Tinker's voice, projecting in their head as well from the empty space in front of them. They were in a small clearing in a forest in rural Canada and had be traveling on foot for about three days from their last mission to reach the secluded area. It would have taken most people much longer than than. But being and ex-military green beret and ex-ranger, they both knew how to navigate the wilderness very well and could keep up a better pace than most for much longer than most.

The clearing shimmered for a moment before a small, human sized door opened out of thin air, the innards of a large vessel showing inside the doorway. The two quickly stepped in and the door shut behind them....

"Sure, it's on hard copy in the back of the room," Sam said as she continued to type while she looked at the two. "Top file cabinet, you know the combination."

Just as Scope reached the cabinet, another woman who looked exactly like her walked in through the same hallway and asked, "Tinker, do you have the recon I..." She trailed off at the strange look both Tinker and Orion gave her and all three of their eyes moved to the second scope. Orion put his hands behind his back and retrieved his short blades, pointing one at the Scope next to him and the other poised to throw at the other Scope. Orion looked the a man who did not miss often. the Scope next to Orion had reached for a sidearm, but stopped when the blade was brought near her throat.

"What is the meaning of this?" Tinker said as she typed a few strokes into the key board and the cabinets in the back let out a his as they sealed shut completely. She paused only for a second before she said, "Are you with that techomancer from earlier? Just what is it you people want from my data stores? Or is it that someone is paying you? I can guarantee we can pay you more to tell us who they are. My guess is underworld black market runners. We've been hitting them fairly hard as late. Nix and Jashin just bashed in a major drug lord's circuit in Mexico....."

"Either way," She said, looking between the two, "There is the matter of decided which of you is, well, you."

"I might argue the opposite," said Tinker, her chine on her palm. "Scope had been in the Ranger branch of the US Military for years prior to joining us, and Orion was in the berets. As such, both of them have very fine tune reactions, and they both go for their weapons like reflex in unknown situations. The fact that both of them did so and you did not, could be used to reason that you are in fact the impostor."

"Plus," Tinker said with a smirk, "Scope would never have smiled in this sort of situation. I'm afraid the scale on my inner Libra is not tipped in your favor right now. Perhaps you would like to try again?"

tinker watched closely, hoping that whomever was the clone would reveal themselves through a slip up.

Tinker blink in surprise and said, "Two things; no, you don't get any files. Second, you tell me what you mean by 'when I was little'."

Sam's head lifted of her palm as her eyebrows raised. She turned to Orion and Scope and said something in German, to which they responded. She repeated with Latin, this time only Orion responded. then she spoke in Russian, to which Orion just raised and eyebrow.

She turned to the impostor and said in Russian, "You speak like my uncle, are you him?"