Then, He punched in the numbers that were from the cell phone. “Hello?” A voice said as it picked up the phone. “Who is this? What do you want from me?” He said into the phone. “Transferring. Please hold.” “Wait, don’t you-” But it was too late. After a series of beeps and rings, the phone picked up. “Hello?” A man said. He had a defiant, voice, and he talked very monotonic. “What do you want from me?” He screamed. “Hmm, Subject Number Seventeen. How nice to finally hear from you. It took you long enough.” “What? Wait, who is this?” He asked. “My name is Marcus Wright.” “Okay, Marcus. What do you want from me?” He asked. “I’ll tell you what I want from you.” Marcus said slyly. “Over my dead body! You’re missing the point! You have to figure it out for yourself!” “All by myself? I have been running for weeks! Over my dead body!” Seventeen screamed. “Tell you what,” Marcus began. “Let’s save ourselves from having to deal with all these dead bodies.
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