Cloned! Harrison Blackwood’s head was reeling; Paul Ironhorse was right here, with him and Kincaid, in Kincaid’s van, but there was a copy of the Colonel out there somewhere, and if Ironhorse was right, which he likely was, the fake Colonel Ironhorse would make straight for the cottage. Norton was there, and Debi, and the rest of Omega Squad, but they wouldn’t know that Ironhorse was a clone, loyal to the aliens…

Of all the potential disasters that could have befallen the members of the Blackwood Project in their ongoing battle against their enemy, this was the worst, the most crippling. By the time the day was over, the entire Omega Squad had been wiped out by the clone and a few alien soldiers. Norton was dead, the Cottage, along with all their equipment and the data they’d collected on the aliens, was destroyed, and the real Paul Ironhorse…

He’d sacrificed his own life to destroy the clone that had still been linked to him, it had been the only way to save Debi’s life, but combined with all their other losses it was almost more than Harrison could bear. How could they hope to defeat the aliens after this?


The End