We finally had J3 up and running, and our little team was buzzing with excitement. The lab was our playground, and we spent every waking moment tinkering with new discoveries and pushing the boundaries of what was possible.

  As J3 settled in, we started brainstorming our next move. I was determined to become a Two Circle Scientist, and that meant mastering 2000 discoveries. It was a lofty goal, but I was convinced we could make it happen.

  "But how are we gonna make that happen?" J1 asked, scratching his head.

  "We need to get our hands on some serious cash," I replied, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. "In a world where scientists call the shots, we need to be strategic."

  We spent the next few days kicking around ideas, trying to come up with a plan that would get us the funds we needed. I spent hours poring over books and scouring the internet for inspiration.

  And then, one day, I stumbled upon a cryptic document in my dad's secret room that made my heart skip a beat. It was about a secret vault belonging to the Circle, hidden away in a nondescript laundry business. The vault was supposedly filled with gold, jewels, and cash – and the best part? It was barely guarded.

  "This is it," I exclaimed, gathering the clones around me. "We're gonna knock over that vault."

  The clones nodded in unison, their eyes gleaming with excitement. We started brainstorming, coming up with a plan to create a team of super-soldier clones, each with their own unique set of skills.

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  We spent the next few days building our team, injecting the clones with powerful discoveries that gave them enhanced strength, night vision, and heightened senses. We were a force to be reckoned with, and we knew it. There was now; J2, J3, J4, J5, J6, J7, J8, J9, J10, and J11

  The Jeam, a team of 10 clones, all identical to Jason, stood at attention, their minds linked in a way that only they could understand. They were dressed in military fatigues, armed with guns and special ops gear, and ready to take on their mission.

  As they prepared to move out, Jason's thoughts resonated within each of them. "Alright, guys, here's the plan. We'll sneak out of the mansion using the secret path. Once we're in the woods, we'll await further instructions."

  The Jeam nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew the risks, but they were willing to take them for the reward.

  With a mental nod, Jason gave the signal, and the Jeam moved out, disappearing into the night like ghosts. They made their way through the secret path, avoiding detection by the mansion's security team.

  Once they reached the woods, they fanned out, taking up positions behind trees and rocks. They waited, their minds linked, awaiting Jason's next instructions.

  The night was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. The Jeam was a well-oiled machine, each member knowing their role and waiting for the signal to move.

  Jason's thoughts resonated within each of them once more. "Jeam, move out to the laundry. We have a window of 30 minutes before the guards change shifts."

  The Jeam nodded, their faces set with determination. They moved out, their footsteps quiet on the forest floor. They were a team, a unit, and they were ready to take on whatever lay ahead.