"Ah, fuck," Jamie muttered under his breath. He emailed himself in a hurry, since the dupe was surely sitting at a terminal and would see the message come in. The message was blank, except for the subject line, all capitals. [QUIT STARING DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!!!] was all it said. He texted Sarah back. [Sorry. He seemed sane when I talked to him this AM]
"Mercs. Gotcha," Jamie Prime grumbled into his comm. "Anyone I know?" he asked.
"I think I see one," another dupe replied. "Nope. Never mind."
"Is that Sabertooth in a skirt? I love me some gay Sabertooth," yet another dupe growled derisively, tongue firmly in cheek.
Before the other dupes he had made could say something even stupider, Jamie Prime snapped into his comm. "ALL DUPES RADIO SILENCE, THANKS!" Whenever Jamie made a dupe, they emerged fully formed with whatever clothing or paraphernalia the original had on his person at the time. He had thought it would be a good idea to keep them in the loop by them having a comm badge as well. "Sorry. We talked about this," he apologized to Tenebrous. "Won't happen again. Right?" he said to the dupes.
Only dark, indistinct grumbling was his response. Could have been worse. Jamie had to wonder if he really was this much of an asshole.