'#1' studied the photo he'd taken from the lab. 'It can't be him, or else it's a setup of some sort...,' he stared at Magna in disbelief. 'If I kill him I can live my own life, but a life on the run...'. The prospect didn't seem inviting but none did for the chosen clone. It wasn't hard to spot an escaped clone in a crowded area. The process was something like finding a white sheep or albino tiger in a crowd of the usual beasts. '#1' had drawn attention to himself when he became fascinated with the escalator. He'd been wandering through the mall and in his confusion and hunger forgot how much he stood out. Security from the mall and from the lab were close by but hesitated to act as he was so close to Magna. '#1' decided to act. He ran up to the startled old man and spit out jumbled sentences concerning his previous plans to kill him and how he had suddenly decided not to, pleas for help and twisted strategies. Magna was afraid of the pale man who was spilling ideas a dozen at a time. It was obvious that this was the clone and although he'd had second thoughts about destroying another life to save his own he now felt threatened. The clone yelled, 'I'm sorry!', and started to run as he knew this had been a mistake. As he turned a security guard was in his path charging at him. '#1' turned around and ran directly into Magna's wheelchair sending the old broken man down a flight of stairs to his death. Magna's nurse stood nearby with her face in her hands. The chosen clone's assignment had suddenly closed. Several security personnel raced to the dead man as '#1' fled through the crowd. The only sounds they heard from the pale animal were tiny cries of, 'I'm sorry'.