A/N: Ok, so for those of you waiting on my other fic …heh, heh …uh, can I just claim writer's block and pray to God that I don't get maimed

A/N: Ok, so for those of you waiting on my other fic …heh, heh …uh, can I just claim writer's block and pray to God that I don't get maimed? Ok, ok, I was having problems with the enevitable Max/Logan confrontation. Man! Can you believe how hard it is not to write that guy up as a complete idiot? Anyways, while thinking of ways to continue one story, a new one popped up into my head. I'm not sure how long this one's going to be, but I'm thinking shorter than Fighting Instinct so that it has a chance in hell of being completed. So anyways, here goes nothin'.

A/A/N: Unfortunately, I still do not own any of the characters form Dark Angel. I mean honestly, if I did, do you think I'd ever let Alec out of my room?

Prologue:

Fingers typed frantically on a keyboard. The sound echoed in the nearly empty space of the control room. A white-skinned arctic model transhuman named Igloo walked up the metal steps to the only person still at the computers.

"Hey Dix, whatcha up to so late,"she asked curiously as she leaned over his shoulder.

Dix sighed heavily, the repetative typing halting for a moment. "Some of the X6's started getting seizures, and the triptophan doesn't seem to be helping as much on them as it does the X5's. Alec asked me to try and sniff out some of the old Manticore scientist to see how they fixed it in the old days."

Igloo cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. "So why are you doing it now, instead of tomorrow morning?"

"I've been trying to find a lead since noon." Dix sighed again and hung his head. "But," he started tentatively, "you know they all skipped town after Manticore burned, so its not going to be easy to find them. I've tried everything! Exiting flights, bank accounts, nothing worked."

Igloo pouted slightly in thought. By the time she spoke again, Dix had already resumed his typing.

"I know!" she shouted, making Dix jump in his chair, "that Ordinary that hangs around Max finds people all the time. Maybe he can find one of them!"

Dix sat back in his chair. That wasn't such a bad idea. In fact he had heard Logan brag about how his 'informant net' got the bad guys all the time. Dix frowned. If he went to Logan, he'd have to wait to do anyhting until morning. Elektra, a techie that had started helping him out in the last moth was one of the sick X6's. He really didn't want to have to wait to get the information. Not only that, but Logan was known to sit on information for a few days just to 'check his sources.'

He turned a sheepish eye to Igloo, "Yeah, but I was hoping to find that info out tonight so Alec could start planning a 'pickup' in the morning. If I go through Logan I'll have to wait."

Igloo snorted. "So go get the data yourself," she declared hotly. "That Ordinary had accessed his own files from HQ before, why can't you just do the same?"

Dix thought about it. If Max found out he'd hacked into Eyes Only's computers, he doubted Hell itself could compare to the furyshe'd unleash on him.

He smiled. Then she wouldn't find out. He was one of the best hackers in Terminal City, if anyone could get in and out of Logan Cale's servers without tripping any alarms, it would be him. He cracked his fingers in preparation.

"Igloo, could you get me a cup of coffee? I think I'm going to need it."