A day before the tournament was supposed to happen, The original Greeves was in a deep underground lab, a base embedded in a mountain.
In his lab, where there were pods with bodies floating in them, Greeves was sitting in front of a large monitor doing a voice call with one of his clones, discussing potential buyers of the cloning capabilities.
"I think we should move in on this as soon as possible. Those aliens are coming down tomorrow, and who knows what might happen," The clone on the other side of the screen said.
"We can't rush this. If we folly this, then it will all be for naught," The original Greeves said with apparent stress on his face.
'But we've been at this for at least three months, and this buyer looked more serious than the others."
"From what you say, I would say so myself, but I have an uncomfortable gut feeling about this. Did they say they were available to meet?"
