"Well they're not exactly intelligent themselves," he told the little boy. "They're giving me reactions to what they see and I am then giving them orders. So everything I get is second hand." It was a hint. If the boy could confuse the clones, he could throw his father off, but would he realize this? Razor wasn't sure if he was old enough to understand yet, but it was worth a try at least. He smiled at his son and nodded off. The room began to change again. This time it looked more like mountains with tunnels all around the room. It would make a more interesting chase. The clones moved aside for the boy to take off again.
He was going to give him more of a head start this time though. "Remember, the point is to not get found by me."
He was going to give him more of a head start this time though. "Remember, the point is to not get found by me."
