As James leaned back in his chair, he regarded the zeroes and ones on his screen with contempt. For several weeks he's been writing and rewriting these numbers, and his deadline was in a month. He couldn't afford another rewrite, not after all this. Reaching for his cold espresso, James sat up and walked to Watson's room. Going through the cluttered hallways of his apartment. Weary, James knocked over a box of wires. Sighing, James started picking them up when he heard Watson. "If you are walking in for a check up I need another 10 minutes before the trial run." Ignoring the wires, James opened the door to see Watson working on the chair. He couldn't tell which he didn't want to see more, the chair he may die in or the man who doesn't want to, but is forced to build it. The chair had wires sitting out of it, and looked like a high tech electric chair.

Watson, on the other hand, looked just sad. His clothes we streaked with grease and his brown hair, usually well kept, was sticking up from all sides like he just woke up. He was on his laptop, plugged into the chair, typing. The manual labor of making the chair was over, now it was all intellectual, coding. Not a problem for Watson. Unlike James, he needn't rest for more than thirty minutes every few days. Although the problem wasn't linked with his inability to think.

Looking up, Watson saw the look of sorrow dancing across James's face. Across his green eyes. Sighing heavily, Watson reached for a coke and drank a swing of it. Watson didn't know why James just couldn't accept that he disapproved of what James had to go through. Watson just kept a steely stare until James closed the door.

Back at his chair, James once again stretched, for this time he was done. At least, he needed to be and hoped it would work. Plugging in a flash drive, James thought as the code downloaded. He and Watson had been like this since the project began, only it got worse when Crick was killed. "He acts like my mom..." thought James. Watson would almost not talk outside of work speak. James knew Watson didn't approve, but it wasn't his fault. It was none of their faults. Download complete. Unplugging the flash drive, James slowly walked towards Watson's room.

Watson heard James before he opened the door, how could he not? The boy was slogging through the hallway, and another box was heard to fall. Watson didn't know which box, but it sounded like paper rustled. As soon as James opened the door and held out the flash drive, Watson felt his chest tighten. This was it, the Hijacking Protocol as it was named. Without thinking, Watson got up and walked over to James.

James thought he was dreaming because it seemed Watson was crushing him in a bear grip. "You don't have to do this Jammie, we can run away and start anew." begged Watson. Patting his back, James said "No my heartless friend, we have to, it's our duty." Nodding, Watson took the flash drive and plugged it in his laptop, as well as helped secure James in the chair. "Is this what a death row inmate felt like?" Laughed James as his head had wires plugged in. "No," replied Watson solemnly as he sat down "they usually know if they'll die or not." James didn't know how to respond, so he just leaned back in the chair. "Okay, I'm putting you in for thirty minutes to implant the virus okay?" Asked Watson "More than enough time." confirmed James. "Okay." announced Watson "we are live ten...nine...eight..."

Richard was limping down the street, tired but happy. He took out a nest of men sent to kill Alex and he managed to stay a 5. Sure he was damaged but that was worth... Wait. He felt a change on his transmitter. It was familiar. He felt it as a 1, or anytime he woke up in a new body. Receiving... Richard collapsed to the ground and was racked in pain. Unbearable, unbelievable pain. Something was encroaching upon him. Oh god, he was losing himself, something was gaining control, oh Lord help mememmemememememeemeemmemememe.......

The man in a suit and headphones noticed something happen across his computer screen. Richard's status showed he was receiving. Yet his number was still the same. 5. Puzzled, the man leaned forward and was ready to call when it switched back. Switched back to transmitting. The man leaned back and tapped shoulder of the man across the room. This man wore a gray striped suit. This one removed his headphones and spun around, having a questioning look upon his face. "There is a blip in the System." answered black suit. Widening his eyes, gray suit took off his headphones and scooted over on his chair, "are you positive?" Black suit nodded and opened up a document on another monitor and started writing a report "I need you to sign a form as a witness, in case this isn't an isolated incident, and even so, I may have to send it in for review." Gray suit nodded and pushed himself back to his desk and started typing "No problem, I'll link it, and let's just hope this blows over." Black suit nodded, but felt afraid as he typed his report.

James got up, adjusting to his temporary body, realizing his leg was shattered and was exhausted. So, the transmit worked. He was in. For a second he felt bad but he pushed it down and let his mind flow with the aid of the transmitter, entering into the backup, so Richard's backup clones would download this information, and become drones. James smiled using Richard's lips and started walking to a safe house, for he had work to do.