The clones were something else. Ghost wondered how long it would take for one of them to soil themselves in their white solar suit pj's. He remained intangible for the most of the opening of this kill or be killed situation, saved one of the only ARGUS soldiers left's life, and managed to find a mini fridge with mini shots and a few cans of Pepsi. He went tangible for a few moments to open three shots and a can of soda, the latter of which was heat vision'ed out of his hand. One of the clones was mere feet away from the would be drunk metahuman, who downed the three shots without chaser. He threw the little bottles at the clone then went ghost mode. Marcus flew through walls, water coolers, tables, etc. but the clones still gave chase. That was when the convicted thief saw King Shark battling another in close quarters.

"Get outta the way Fish Man!" screamed Stevens before leading one clone into crashing into it's 'brother' that was taking a beating from the aquatic hero. 

As it appeared King Shark was about to finish the job in killing his target, Stevens looked down at the idiot clone who chased after him. It was an abomination. He didn't believe in anyone playing God, though he knew this was some government run facility. Even still...

"This just wasn't your day, Charlie Brown." Ghost said as he phased through the concussed clone's head and mangled its soft skull tissue and brain matter completely taking it out of the fight. 

The four armed new guy let out a sonic wave that rocked nearly everyone, though the remaining clones seemed to take it the hardest. One of the remaining male clones finally pissed himself. Marcus Stevens never thought he'd actually see it happen. The Red Ghost couldn't hear himself laugh, but he could feel it in his face. And afterwards there was a ringing in his hears, so he went ghost mode once again and floated through the floor to get his wits together. 

~KL~