Disclaimer - I do not own Dark Angel and am not making a profit from this.

A/N - This is a one shot for now, but I may expand it depending on how my muse acts - any thoughts of yay or nay would be appreciated.


How quickly friends could turn to foe.

As he stood watching the compound burn in the flames set by their own handlers he could barely process what was going on. With one push, one simple click of a button, Max had brought the only place he knew as home down on its own head.

The flames reflected on his eyes as he started backing away, seeing the guards running everywhere, firing randomly and aiming to kill when they did shoot.

He had to get out of here.

Yet for some reason he couldn't make himself turn away from the scene in front of him.

The flames had started in the barracks, probably an incindery system built into the walls before the X5's were even put in the cells; the X5's were running scared, thinking the compound was under attack.

And it was.

From the inside.

An abrupt pop made him look in time to see a girl, probably in her seventh year of training, go down as a pack of guards chased the rest of her unit up the hill to the fence.

He had to leave, before he was spotted. He had to leave now.


AN - As there have been a couple requests for me to continue this story, I believe I will attempt to keep going on it, though right now I'm afraid I will be unable to continue it due to the unreliability of my muse, who is currently on siesta admiring Olicity from Arrow.
For those who are waiting on Blind Trust - Part Two; I'm working on it. It's just, going a little slower than I'd like it to. Again an unreliable muse, coupled with school and add a dash of life for good measure and you've got a recipe for hectic schedules and general chaos. I'm working on it. Be patient, pleeeaaasseee. I really, really appreciate the very nice reviews I have received for both this story and Blind Trust -Part One, and I assure you I am not abandoning either of them.