"Well, I did say if it reaches to this point, there's no turning back." Leo commented.

Mack sighed as she looked at the blood. It remained to be the same as before.

"I honestly would love my blood to be this color," Kenzie spoke positively, "red is overrated."

Leo chuckled and walked out as the two geniuses returned.

"So?" Harris asked.

Mack pointed to the beaker. The two freshman walked over to see. The results had them sighing.

"Well, least he's not just invisible anymore," Veracity said, "he's an invsible technopathic mutant. First of its kind."

Harris shook his head.

"Try not to mention that when he gets here." He replied.

"No promises." Veracity didn't agree amusingly.

Mackenzie giggled a little bit. She joined the two of them at the table. The female brains of the group stared at her. She linked arms with her as she chose the next words out of her mouth carefully.

"Hey Mack," V started as the teo of them walked away from the table, "can we hang at your place for a bit?"

Kenzie nodded.

"Sure, but I don't know how that's gonna help this situation." She allowed.

"We'll make sure Ry knows," Harris replied, "it's not gonna be easy, but he'll be fine...I'm guessing..."

Mack became worried.

"But the point is," V changed the direction of where the conversation was going, "you've been tense and we wanna help you calm down. We'll be by the doors in a minute. I gotta talk to Hairbear again for a second."

Mackenzie nodded as she let go of her best friend as she walked out of the room. Veracity turned and faced her friend.

"Why are we going over Mackenzie's place?" Harris asked.

"We have to talk to Liam," Veracity explained, "try to confirm either possibility. Whether her and Ryan are actually cousins or Seth is also Kenzie's uncle."

"What if Randall is hiding something too? I mean, the time we went to the town it seemed like he didn't know about Mack until they saw each other." Harris mentioned.

"Hmm," V thought. She nodded, "ok, you go with Mack and talk to Liam. While you're there, I'll stay here and try contacting Randall. Leo spends more time over there anyway so that's the best way to do it."

Harris nodded. He was about to leave, but was stopped by Veracity.

"And don't make it obvious," she gave him a tip, "we all know what happens to you when you're nervous."

She let go of him and went to find Leo. The male genius was about to reply, but let it go for now. He rushed down the robot to meet up with the guardian, who was standing near the door ready to go. She heard footsteps and watched her friend scurry down. Giggling to herself, she found it cute.

"Chubby cheeks, why you running so fast?" Mackenzie teased.

Harris couldn't help but grin at her cuteness.

"You know I've never been at your house." He brought up.

"So you're excited for that?" Kenzie inquired.

"Maybe," Harris admitted, "Veracity isn't coming. She has to talk to Leo about something."

"Ok. Well let's go," Mack replied. The two began leaving the ferry, "and come up with a way to explain all of this in case they screw it up."

Harris nodded.

**************

A dark, cold empty warehouse. Two people had snuck inside to steal. One of them made sure they weren't followed as the other began finding useful pieces of tech. Shelves and drawers full of valuable items one could benefit from. As the teenage boy shoved what he could into a big bag, his partner had been prepared to fight off anyone who followed them.

"Billionaire big shot," the child muttered quietly, "no wonder he has so many buildings."

"Yeah that guy knows his stuff," Morris agreed. The kid kept grabbing things, "fair boss too."

"Hmm," the duplicate chuckled a little, "that's why you stuck with him? He's fair?"

"His vision was clear and he was very effective," Morris explained to him, "and yeah you guys saw it as evil, but it was really a good plan handled badly. And now that he's turned over a new leaf and Tregear's gone, things are better."

The fifteen year old turned and saw a wall full of new weapons. He lifted the bag as he walked over and took them. Morris gave him a look, tilting his head.

"You know the door isn't over here Morris," the clone spoke up, "stay on guard."

"You know something?" Morris asked.

"You're terrible at being a look out." The clone stated.

"No," Morris corrected him, "feels like I'm in the same situation all over again. You and Harper are a lot alike."

"You're funny," the young man scoffed, "why in a million years would I want to be like him?"

He took a small power drill.

"You said things are better because Tregear and Harper are gone," the doppelganger continued, "when really, it's good because Tregear is gone and Harper moved away with his wife-to-be."

Morris shuddered.

"Still can't believe that happened," he commented on that, "but yeah. He's remarrying since him and Violet aren't getting back together."

"Randall could've been my father," the clone responded as he place a few pieces of metal inside, "a better father. But he died and now...now my mother is somewhere in the world helping people while my father is marrying somebody else."

That caused him to stop. His hands were on top of the bag. Morris gave him a suspicious, solemn expression.

"I can't even meet up with her because the only person who's been keeping in touch with her was Leo," the fifteen year old went on. He hesitated with saying the next few lines, "she protected me, I cured her, Harper and Tregear are gone, the world is saved, and we won. Things were supposed to be better. Things were supposed to be awesome."

The adult shoved his hands in his pockets.

"But instead, I got into a fight with everyone and walked out on them. I didn't think they would want a screw up like me around anymore. Making bad calls, risking their lives for my own personal benefits, and being the son of the guy who started all of this crap." The doppelganger said.

"It's not too late to go back and start over." Morris told him.

The kid shook his head a little.

"...just thought that it would be better if they didn't have me around. And that's clear right? Not one phone call," the young man retorted. He became a little angry, "they wanna tell me I go too far when in reality, I'm only doing what they said. Making the tough calls. And now that's too far? Screw it!"

He turned around, his back to the bag.

"I'm the one who was invisible, I'm the one who got picked on the most, and I'm the one who has the powers! None of that matters to them. Especially not Mark," he vented, "Mr. Popular, a legend, the stupid varsity captain. He's probably soaking in all of it since I'm not there anymore. Dropping out was the best thing I ever did. Never have to deal with that again."

He looked up at Morris for the first time since he started talking. He just stood there and listened.

"You have no idea how hard it was to deal with that. To deal with being a nobody while fighting to save people. The same people who couldn't give two craps about me," the duplicate kept talking, "and how it...i-it never felt like I did anything because no one knew about it. At the least, I want a thank you. A good job or a high five. Not from the only people who know about your secret, but from all those haters. I wanted to shove it down their throats on how they looked at me before compared to now."

Morris nodded.

"Alright...I get that-"

"And it's not because of gloating either," the young man interrupted him. His anger slowly faded away, "it's feeling...appreciated. Like you matter so much. How people care about you and celebrate how amazing you are. My brother gets it without being in that robot and...I only get it when I'm in there. No one else knows that it's me though. I've been through crap and no one even bothers to throw me a hey unless they were looking for Mark."

He swallowed a bit.

"And now he's the only Walker there. I bet people are just raving about that. They never knew my name before and they probably don't remember that I went there," the clone tried finishing up. He was no longer peeved, "life without me in it is paradise. Guess I never mattered."

Looking to the floor, the child sighed. He shut his eyes. Making sure Morris couldn't see, his hand went up to his face quickly and wiped the two tears streaming down his face. He reopened his eyes and turned the conversation around.

"Oh well. That's on them," the doppelganger pulled himself out of his saddened mood. He grabbed the stuffed bag of items and carried it over his shoulder, a small smile reaching his face, "you gotta love karma. Because now, everyone is gonna get some of this."

The fifteen year old began walking out of the warehouse. Morris sighed as he hurried to catch up.