Re: The Cars
"Technically, Sir, we're replacement people instead of extra people," G supplied. "Most of us seem to have a counterpart here that is easily recognizable as ourselves. That counterpart trades places with us when we arrive here. The project that brought us here was highly classified. Simply knowing we come from other worlds is enough to be a threat to their interests. People disappear every day, but people being replaced by versions from other worlds because of one of their experiments? Not something they want getting out and with enough people coming through with that story, eventually, it starts to sound less like lunacy. One or two people? Sure, they're insane. But, they haven't been able to find a way to stop it. How many people will come through before they do? When that one or two turns into a dozen or two? More? When those people start finding each other and looking for their own answers? Organizing as we have actually done?"
"Asses get covered, honey, we get it." The mother-in-law's voice came sardonically over the phone. "Tell us something we don't know how it works."
"During the transfer through dimensions, we get powers," G said bluntly. "Superpowers, special abilities, whatever you want to call it, we each get an ability that's straight out of comic books. Part of the training we offer is in controlling and using those abilities."
"In exchange for a job and following rules."
"Yes, ma'am."
G thought he heard a derisive mutter from one of the brothers in Reese's car, but couldn't quite make out the words. From the tone, it sounded more disbelieving that rebellious, so he let it go. They'd find out soon enough.