The lab center was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding outside as the rest of the team battled the Light's guards. M'gann, Artemis, and Zatanna stood in the middle of the sterile, dimly lit room, their footsteps echoing against the cold metal floors. It was the kind of place that felt more like a tomb than a laboratory.

M'gann's eyes widened in shock as she hovered over the strange tank. Inside, submerged in a cold, translucent liquid, was a figure—something more than human but distinctly different from anything she'd ever seen.

"What is that?" M'gann asked softly, her voice tinged with both curiosity and concern.

Artemis, her expression hardening, stepped closer. "It's... a clone," she said. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their implications. The sheer fact that this creature was locked away in a high-security containment tank meant that it had to be something dangerous, something created for a purpose the world likely wasn’t meant to know.

Zatanna frowned, clearly unsettled by the situation. She glanced around the sterile lab, the faint hum of the machinery echoing around them. "I don't think we should let it out," she said, her voice shaky with unease. She wasn’t just talking about the clone inside the tank. There was something about it that made her skin crawl.

M'gann's fingers hovered over the control panel. There was no way of knowing how long this clone had been here or what had happened to it. It was clear that Cadmus had been involved, perhaps in their experiments, but why was it left to float here in stasis? The liquid in the tank rippled faintly as the figure inside remained unmoving, suspended in sleep.

"You don’t think..." Artemis trailed off, glancing between Zatanna and M'gann, her expression unreadable.

M'gann looked at the tank again, her mind racing. Could this creature be like Conner? Another clone, born out of the same twisted science? She knew Conner’s story. He’d turned out fine, but this... this was different...