"CLONE OF ME," Chapter VI

"CLONE OF ME," Chapter VI
by Matt B.

She is in a big name clothing store named "Milena's Ceremonious Boutique" looking for the slinkiest type of low cut dress she can find, while out doing her dad's request of getting her science professor George Mc Rain to help in obtaining a young individual who knows about "working out weather problems in the satellite known as RAVEN' S EYE. She was thinking to herself "What color would I like to see a young female collage student in if I..."
"May I help you Miss?"
An African man that works at "Milena's Ceremonious Boutique" had seen her come into the store & saw that she was looking through the finest dresses that they carried. She continued to ignore him for she knew what she wanted & she also knew who was footing for the bill of sale. "Hello young lady may I help you with something?" the man repeated as he kept his voice soft yet firm since he had other patrons that were buying stuff, besides this young lady. She tighten her grip on her leather purse to still avoid talking to this sales clerk. He cleared his throat as he reached out his hand to escort her out of the store, but before he even touched her she turned to answer his question about helping her & to ask him one of her own. The African sales clerk was wearing a white dress shirt that was accompanied by a stripped tie, it's colors were black & sliver with a golden clip pin about center on it, his slacks were Grey in color.
"Sure you can help me sir, I'm looking for the kind of dress that tells her date she wants
him right away if you know what I mean?"
"Sure I do young lady, but this store's not a adult novelty type of shop in that "said
manner" as you can see."
He held out his hands to show her what the shop had in the way of paintings & statues from far
away as his own country of Africa & from South American countries such as Ecuador, also
worldly furniture as well.
"Well you sure as heck fooled this devilish lass, my name's Krystal Raven by the way"
She held out a pleated red color stripper's dress to prove her point. They both turned back to the racks of dresses she was going through for over the last half hour. So as she finally got fed up with being at this store for longer than she had intended she held up a pleated silver fabric dress to her body by holding it to her ample sized breasts, yet still holding it by the dress's hanger in her right hand.
"What do you think Mr. salesman?" she blew him a kiss.
"My name's Jon McRitterson & if I was as young as your date, well how old is this fellow by
the way?"
"He's about my age actually, so how did these end up here if I may inquire?"
She was lying of course but wouldn't tell McRitterson about which part.
"Well these dresses were headed originally to "MITTEN'S" it's the adult novelty shop off of
Seventh & Comberson a few blocks over. I do believe that the invoices on the boxes that
these came in were smeared by the wet weather we've been having lately over the past few
weeks, I guess the Fed Ex delivery guy was in a rush that he made a slight error on his
part, so then Milena called "MITTEN'S to find out that they had over ordered on their last
invoice & told her as long as she sold them at retail cost we could have them for free. & I'd
say if my date that you've out done yourself, but still you look very nice."
On one account of what he'd just said she believed him, on the other she wasn't sure but anything could be possible she thought.
"I've a friend at Cal Tech University by your first name that is if you spell yours without a
"H" in yours?" "I do spell it without an "H" in it" Jon replied. "So is he your date that your
trying to be all sexy for Krystal?"
She had to come up with a quick fib even if she liked Mr. Ryder.
"You could say I try hard to not let him know that I like him, but I wanna let him see I
want to push different avenues since he has a "tarty" girlfriend in my own option & he's
also nicer to me than my own father Bruce Raven."
"I see, well it's a way for this Jon fellow to take notice for sure I'll tell you that much, but
why not try being yourself?" McRitterson inquired.
"I guess that's hard for me, since I've never gotten to show myself for who I am,
I've always been daddy's little Raven not able to be who I've wanted to be."
Krystal tells Jon as they walk up to the glass display case with the register on it.
"That's sad for you my dear"
"How so?" Krystal ask as she reaches into her purse to get her form of payment
ready. All of a sudden something catches the corner of her eye.
It's a copy of USA TODAY with a caption on the front page, NEW YORK: MANHATTAN TERRORIZED BY THE FOREVER MOVEMENT! It had a photo that was horizontally split with Carnegie Hall on the top & Interlude Energy Enterprises on the bottom. "What I mean by that's a sad comment is one day you'll have tell your father what a pain in the ass he's been telling you how to live your own life by how he thinks your affairs should be ran, is all." McRitterson says as he sees Krystal's eyes fixated on the copy of the paper. "I will remember that for when I see him again, May I peek at this as you ring me up, Jon?" "Sure be my guest Krystal, & what type of payment are we using today?" As she skimmed the article, she was so absorbed in looking at the photo she didn't realize where she was in her train of thought she said "By check, please" "Are you sure about that?" she finally glanced up from the paper wide eyed at McRitterson. " Did you see this about Carnegie Hall in New York...., oh sorry yes I'm sure" she paused & looked at the tills numbers fifteen thousand and thirty cents. She gasped, "My god is that how much the dress is?" "I told you before of our deal with "MITTEN'S" for wholesale pricing I'm sorry if you don't..." she pulled out her VISA card "Here put it on this, if daddy's going to start paying me back parts of my life let him start small shouldn't we?" she winked at McRitterson. As he ran her credit card through the magnetic strip of the till he winked back at her, "Credit it is then" as he put her dress in a red box with a circled M on it then into a bag of the same color with yet the same M as well. She held up the USA TODAY "Can I have this please if your done with it that is?" He held up both his hands "It's headed for the garbage otherwise, so take it if you want." She slipped the paper into her bag to read later. "Thanks" she said as she headed out to her car. He waved to her as she pulled out of the mini mall parking lot. She went to lunch at "Clippers & Malts" she read the article while waiting for her salad & turkey sandwich, she ordered a Chocolate malt shake to drink.
The article went on to talk of the view of how Andrew Carnegie the philanthropist of the eighteenth century would feel & also the architect William Tuthill who built Carnegie Hall would react to Friday's terrorist attack some one hundred & nineteen years ago. It also said what had happen a few blocks away at Interlude Energy Enterprises and the group known as the Forever Movement are involved as well as a ongoing investigation is still in the process of moving on since the CEO of Interlude Energy Enterprises is missing. Krystal had more to do before classes started tomorrow at Cal Tech University.
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The investigation into the terrorist attacks in Manhattan of Carnegie Hall & Interlude Energy Enterprises was assigned to Detectives Bobbie Rancherson & Denny Markson of the precinct twelfth avenue on Friday night at ten p.m. when chief Frankerson of station 51 brought in Jewel Robberson the personal assistant of the CEO of Interlude Energy Enterprises Max Carter by helicopter. There were many more questions than answers from both attacked sites, but most of where leads lead to were Interlude Energy Enterprises with the black Raven head piece monitor, what it was altogether was still a mystery? & what type of metal was Truelium?, Better yet who made it was unkown to them from Ms Robberson as well. Detective Rancherson was wearing a lime green blouse with a tan colored skirt, she had a look of tireness on her face when Markson came in with a coffee & two packs of cigartees & a grapefurit for them to share while trying to contact Cheif Frankerson on his day off by phone.
"Any luck finding Chip Frankerson yet, Bob?" Denny ask as he hands her one of the two packs of cigs & her blue police sheild coffee mug with coffee in it. Denny wore a pearl bule shirt & tan slacks.
Bobbie looked at him with a plain smile on her face,as if he was the lead on this case now.
"No I've been calling him all morning, thanks for the coffee by the way Den but what ways
have you been taking the search for him in if I may ask?" she lit one of the cigarettes with a
match.
"The only thing I can figure out is today's Sunday right, so he must be in chruch I assume since
he's not at the station or his place of residence....or?" Denny started to lite his own cancer
stick. Rancherson grabbed the grapefruit that was in the center of her desk & placed it on her "To do it now or maybe a long time later", her own nick name for her paper holding stick "or what Dennison, where's Chip Frankerson if not at your two afore mentioned guesses!" Denny hated it when his coworkers teased him about his first name, but for now this case was all that needed to fill their time momentirally. "Uh Bob did you mean to mess up your sticky stick there, What I meant by "or" is he's at a bar somewhere trying drain his sorrows for his fallen comrade or still yet hopefully not he's dead out in the streets somewhere."
Bobbie looked down at what she'd done, "Eww do you want this still, Den I hope your aswer's nope, & you'd better hope your first hunch is correct because we're at a dead end in this part of the case." The juice from the grapefruit was all over her black mat & started to run onto the redwood of the desk. "I hope your not wanting it either, I hope I'm right about him not being dead more so as well, but if he is the case isn't stalled just yet." Bobbie was wiping up the grapefurit juice with a napkin she found in her clutted desk drawer. " Right you are about that mister we still have this that Ms Robberson gave us she reached for the Raven shaped headpeice on the conner of where Markson was resting his leg.
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Jonathan Ryder was having to make a very hard decision before going to sleep at all on Sunday evening because he knew his whole world was full of bliss or great despair based on his choice. So he turned to his best friend besides all he knew on this planet called earth. "Heavenly father it's me Jonathan, I will put my trust in your understanding but I need your help please I know you say sin is a morally wrong in your eyes but science isn't wrong is it, when one uses it to help other people. In whatever means it's need or I should say my need is for cloning the weaken parts of the body to make that said person better. I know that from the looks on Samantha's & Sasha's faces from last night had me truly uncertain of what to do in answering George McRain's question about using cloning for as medical uses. So GOD please give me your strength, & wisdom in this matter, I pray in your son's name Jesus Amen." Jon was having a hard night sleep that night.
The next day at Cal Tech University right before science classes started Jon knew that in his soul he couldn't do this he had made up his mind he'd total forget about helping the world with his cloning ideas. When he open the door to the classroom he got a big surprise that's for sure because apparently George McRain's brother the state senator from New Hampshire was with his brother getting ready for class today. He walked from where he & George were working on what Jon couldn't see. "Hello, you must be Jonathan Ryder, right?" "Yes I am sir, who are you?" "I'm your teacher's brother from New Hampshire, my name's Kendall McRain."