CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
There was no mistaking the man lying in the case for anyone but Uncle Jake. Although Uncle Jake had died when I was about a year old, I had seen plenty of pictures of him from before his death and the man below looked almost exactly like him. Same wavy red hair, same pale skin, same square jaw. He looked slightly more muscular, but other than that, I had no trouble recognizing him.
But this wasn’t Uncle Jake. Not the original, anyway. This was his clone, the only successful clone to come from Project Revival. I had met him once before what seemed like an eternity ago back in Vault F, where the two of us teamed up together to defeat the Neo-Killer. Last I saw, Fisticuffs had run off to find out who he really was, but I had no idea if he had survived the self-destructio
