As Berserk ran through the woods, his breath came in ragged gasps. He knew that if the Burns family caught him, they would surely torture him. He had to get as far away from the estate as possible.

  But Berserk didn't know that one of the clones had poured a small amount of "trace" on him, a colorless, odorless substance that allowed the clones to track his movements. The clones, strengthened by the greatest discoveries, moved swiftly through the woods, their footsteps quiet on the forest floor.

  Jason and J1 monitored Berserk's location from a distance, watching as the clones closed in around him. The other clones, all 10 of them, surrounded Berserk, their eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity.

  Berserk, realizing he was surrounded, pulled out a small device and pressed a button. A blast of energy shot out, but the clones were too fast. They dodged and weaved, avoiding the blast with ease.

  The fight was quick and brutal. The clones moved with precision, their movements a blur as they took down Berserk. One clone used "melt" to disable Berserk's device, while another used "incapacitate" to render him immobile.

  As the clones tied Berserk up, Jason and J1 watched from a distance. "It's done," Jason said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

  But just as the clones were about to carry Berserk away, a group of 14 women on dirt bikes roared into the clearing. They were the Purple Dust Squad, Mrs. Burns' elite and trusted guard.

  "What's going on here?" one of the women asked, her eyes fixed on Berserk.

  But before anyone could answer, a voice boomed from the shadows. "Leave him alone, he's mine."

  The clones turned to see Grandpa Cooks, Jason's maternal grandfather, emerging from the trees. He was a 3-circle scientist, twice as powerful as Jason's father.

  And as the clones watched, a group of strange, fast dogs observed them from a distance before disappearing into the trees. Jason remembered that his grandfather was known for his unusual experiments, and he wondered what these dogs were capable of.

  I walked into the room, my eyes fixed on Berserk. He was tied to a chair, his eyes wide with fear. I nodded to one of my clones, who stepped forward with a syringe.

  "This is a truth serum," I said, my voice cold. "You're going to tell me everything."

  Berserk struggled against his restraints, but it was no use. My clone injected the serum into his vein, and almost immediately, Berserk's eyes began to glaze over.

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  "Who sent you?" I asked, my voice firm.

  Berserk's mouth opened, and words began to spill out. "I was sent by a 4-circle scientist," he said, his voice slurred. "I don't know his identity. He contacted me through a secure channel."

  I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. "What was your mission?"

  Berserk's eyes fluttered closed, and he began to speak in a monotone voice. "I was asked to use Matilda to get the Burn's powder. I was told to get close to her, gain her trust, and then use her to get to the powder."

  My mind was racing with possibilities. Who was this 4-circle scientist, and what did he want with the Burn's powder? I felt a wave of paranoia wash over me. Who else was involved in this plot?

  I turned to my clones. "I want all of the servants to take this truth serum and be interrogated. I want to know if anyone else is involved in this plot."

  My clones nodded, and quickly set to work. The servants were gathered in the main hall, and one by one, they were injected with the truth serum and interrogated.

  Matilda was the first to be interrogated. She denied any involvement in the plot, and I believed her. But as the interrogations continued, I began to suspect that one of the servants might be hiding something.

  As the interrogations continued, I began to notice that some of the bodyguards were acting suspiciously. They seemed nervous and agitated, and I could sense that they were hiding something.

  Suddenly, one of the bodyguards made a break for it, dashing out of the room with incredible speed. The others followed suit, fleeing in all directions.

  I was shocked and outraged. How could my own bodyguards be conspirators?

  But I didn't have time to dwell on it. I had to act fast. I turned to my clones and nodded. "Go after them," I said. "Bring them back."

  My clones sprang into action, chasing after the fleeing bodyguards. But they weren't the only ones who had escaped. One of the maids, a quiet and reserved woman named Sophia, had also fled with astonishing speed.

  I watched in amazement as Sophia ran, her feet pounding the ground with incredible velocity. She was fast, but my clones were faster. They quickly closed in on her, surrounding her and cutting off her escape.

  But the bodyguards were a different story. They had a head start, and they knew the estate like the back of their hand. They dodged and weaved, using their knowledge of the terrain to evade my clones.

  Just when it seemed like they were going to get away, I heard a faint whistle. It was Grandpa Cook, calling in his dogs.

  The dogs, massive and ferocious, burst out of the shadows, their eyes fixed on the fleeing bodyguards. They chased after them, their barks echoing through the night air.

  The bodyguards ran for their lives, but the dogs were relentless. They chased them down, pinning them to the ground with their jaws.

  My clones moved in, surrounding the bodyguards and securing them with restraints. They were dragged back to the estate, where they would face justice.

  Sophia, the maid, was also brought back, her eyes wide with fear. She knew she had been caught, and she knew she would have to face the consequences.

  I watched as they were dragged away, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief. The traitors had been caught, and justice would be served.

  But as I turned to Grandpa Cook, I saw a hint of a smile on his face. He had enjoyed the hunt, and he had enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

  "Thanks, Grandpa," I said, nodding in gratitude.

  Grandpa Cook chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Anytime, Jason," he said. "After all, family is everything."