âIt creeps me out.â He handed Smoke a beer before flopping down on the couch beside him. âIf I died and someone brought me back, I wouldn't be happy.â He wasn't supposed to be saying any of this before it was announced to the rest of the agents, but he was a big blabbermouth, especially around Smoke. It's not every day Ricky gets to be involved in something as big as the cloning project. Only three other agents were involved so information on their progress was limited. âSure ââ we won't know for certain if it works until we see the first clones up and walking around,â He took a swig of his beer. âBut we're pretty confident. And you know how fucking good I am. I don't make mistakes.â He teased, a grin spreading across his face, flashing that cocky attitude he knew Smoke loved. An arm wrapped around the Envy agent's shoulders to pull him close. He dragged his nose against his skin and placed a few kisses along his jaw. âNext time you piss me off I can just get rid of you and get myself a brand new one to entertain me.â
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So that was it. Pandora was preparing to use the cloning machine they swiped from Czernabog to replenish their numbers? Alistair couldnât even be surprised at this time. And honestly? After all the trouble they went through to get that machine and fight cloned versions of their companions â why wouldnât Pandora want to clone their own assets? If someone valuable died, they could just make a new one. Would it be as good as the original? Probably not. Probably yes. It was anyoneâs game at that point. But to know that Killshot had been involved in turning that cloning machine into something functional for their side? Oh â the possibilities would be endless.
âAh am not surprised.â Accepting the beer provided by one of his favorite people, Smoke took a swig while placing a hand over Killshotâs knee in a rather possessive grip. âAh was there when we took it from âem. Of course we usinâ that shite for our advantage, luv.â Which meant that if he died â he could always come back to life. The only issue with that would be the memories. How far back would he remember things? Up till the point of death? No⊠that was not it, wasnât it? Pliable agents were easier to train and use to Pandoraâs benefit. But⊠if someone were to write journals that could only be read by themselves? Easy catch-up game for a clone with no memories at all. Maybe he should start journaling. Just in case some shit happened and he ended up dead.
One eyebrow rose, lips curling into a provocative smirk as Smoke slowly yet deliberately moved the hand on Killshotâs knee higher. Nails scratching his inner thigh until he ever so casually took a firm and rather shameless grip on the other agentâs crotch. âWould yeâ really? Maybe yerâ hopeful that a cloned version of my pretty arse would be more inclined to bend over ferâ yeÂŽ? Little role reversal?â The mere thought of a submissive version of him nearly had him choking the beer he was drinking. âDonâ lie to me, darlinâ. Yeâ know there is no one else in this joint that can keep yeâ in yerâ tippy toes like ah can.â Like massaging Rickyâs bulge over his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel him throb and harden. âTell me more âbout yerâ new project. How does that whole thingamajig work, exactly? How much would a clone remember?â How recent would be his memories or how big would be the gap? âAh mean⊠yerâ cloninâ me and then mah clone not rememberinâ yeâ would beâŠâ Honestly sad. But maybe he could truly start journaling. Just in case.













