I followed Polly, expremely annoyed that Liv had interrupted my train of thought. I had almost had it. We got on a bus, and I stood up two stops from the nearest to the hospital. "What are you doing?" Liv hissed. "I'll tell you once we're off the bus." I replied. We got off, and I walked around for a second, then hid in a bush. "What the-" Liv started to yell, before I pulled everyone else in too. "This is a huge operation. There are agents everywhere." "Really?" Polly asked surprised. "Yes. I think it's a special hospital for supers. They're going to steall approxomitly 315 babies?" Emil asked, horrified. "Yes. Now we have to act natural. Don't freak out if they recognize me." I emerged from the Bush when no one was looking, and gave my team members the signal to go. We walked from shop to shop, pretending to be tourists, all the while slowly making our way towards the hospital. Suddenly a hand popped out of a bush, and grabbed my wrist. I snapped one of their fingers. "A hiss of pain came from the bush, and the hand receded. III climed out of the bush, his finger already healed. For all I knew he could have been one of the III's I'd worked with. With his dark brown eyes, curly brown hair, and Carmel skin, this III was indistinguishable from all the other ones. Of course the others were all inactive. "III." "IV." III started to crouch into a fighting stance. "No time for that now. Besides. You're off duty. You don't have to do that anymore." "I must keep my reflexes sharp-" III reached for my ankle, and I kicked him lightly in the head. Hard enough to show I meant buisiness of course. I got right to the point. "Why are you alive?" III got to his feet, still on his toes, ready for action.  I glanced at my own feet, and relaxed my posture. It went against everything I'd ever known. I hadn't even realized I was tensed. "I escaped." "The- urm- protocal.-" "I'm broken." III interrupted. "Oh me too." "Don't say that!" "Quiet oodygay." Polly gasped, but clamped he mouth shut. Josh began to protest, but I held up my hand in protest. "What are you doing with a bunch of oodygays anyway?" "I'm a oodygay now." "Really?" III looked at the ground. "Could I? I mean.. I hate being on the run and master would kill me... would it be possible to... Umm." Do you want to join the oodygays?" "Yes!" III looked up blushing. "Our orginization has a name you know!" Liv cried, annoyed. "Really? What is it?" I asked. "You- you don't know?" Josh asked shocked. III and I shook our heads. "Wow... Okay we're called... Oh my god do we even have a name?" Polly asked. "Of course we do it's Ohhhh sugar honey iced tea." replied Liv. "No! We do have a name it's it's..." Josh faltered. "Stop making fools of yourselfs. Of course we don't have a name! We have a purpose!" "If it makes you feel better we don't have a name either. We don't even have personal names. We've only got numbers." III replied. "So now that he's asked to be in our group the ignoable decides to be nice huh?" Liv asked, using the slang word for people in my orginization I guessed. "Hey! That's offensive!" I cried. "Yeah yeah yeah sorry."