Now you need to extract information from your captive

Whilst Holly and Rachel heal, and the rest of the team regroups, you're already focused on the next mission: finding Girl 2.0, and bringing her to justice. Fortunately, you have a lead. Unfortunately, he's not about to volunteer that information.

So you brought him to 10 Anchor Street, a swanky residential block in central London. And a safe house you set up, in case anything were to compromise Mary's home - and to house someone special. It wasn't hard to convince Recoil to cooperate, once he was injected with a green-tipped dart: he made no secret that he had no desire to fight Alpha Man in the slightest. However, his loyalty - and fear - towards Girl 2.0 ran deep, and his lips remained sealed on Humanity 2.0's plans. So you brought him here, to loosen his tongue.

The lift is classy, with a faint woody perfume inside. Its walls are backlit by an orange glow, and the doors close noiselessly in front of you. The blonde man can't help but shrink into a corner away from you, knowing he has incurred your ire. You glance at him, and sigh, disappointed that you have to waste time on this second-rate villain. The lift doors glide open, revealing a corridor leading to a single door: the penthouse suite. You scan a keycard from your wallet, and step inside.

"Michael!" A familiar feminine body throws itself at you, soft breasts pressing into your chest as she buries her head between your neck and your shoulder. "I missed you soooo much!"

Excited murmurs of agreement echo around the room, and you look beyond the girl in your arms to see seven identical copies of her spread across the apartment. Two of them are wearing sports bras and skin-tight leggings, working out in the home gym. One more wears a white blouse and trousers, working on a computer, whilst another pores over an academic textbook. Two of them are just wearing oversized T-shirts, their legs bare, playing a video game on the supersized TV, whilst the final Gemini stands in the kitchen in a summer dress, chopping onions as she prepares a meal. Whether it's the onions or your arrival that's caused her to start crying, you're not sure.

The seven clones quickly run over to join the first, hugging you, touching you, caressing you in any way they can. You happily indulge them, returning their **** kisses, reaching out to find soft, supple breasts pressed into your hands.

"Um, Alpha Man," says Recoil tenderly, "I don't want to interrupt, but... what's going on? Why did you bring me here?"

You glance at him over the Gemini, and he cringes nervously. "Hailey, it's good to see you too. But give me a little space, for just a sec."

The eight clones reluctantly but obediently comply, standing in the foyer of the open-floor apartment. A couple of them take seats, whilst the one in a summer dress perches on the kitchen counter, beaming at you happily.

"Hailey, this is Recoil. Recoil, this is Hailey, better known as Gemini. Hailey, Recoil's involved in some bad shit, and we need information out of him. You and I are going to get it."

Gemini grins at you keenly.