Camera Shy
By Kim
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, but the story idea is mine.
Timeslot: Sometime after "Blah Blah, Woof Woof"
Summary: Max goes on another mission for Logan but things don't go as planned.
Feedback: Please! It helps me make a better story!
E-mail: Paws1224@hotmail.com -- Drop me a note!
Please R/R!!
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Camera Shy
Chapter One
Night Ride
//Not too many people nowadays get their fifteen minutes of fame anymore, the world's too corrupt for that to happen. Back before the Pulse, that cliche flew around like an airborne disease, spreading false hope to the underbelly of society. They always claimed that if there was a will, there was a way.
Since the Pulse, everything turned and no one was getting their minutes of fame unless they were shown being busted on COPS or being the small highlight of some lame news network. The truth of it was, that after the Pulse, no one wanted to be seen. That's the way you make enemies, and that's the way you get caught.// Max thought grimly to herself as she rode down the street on her Ninja.
She often had small enlightenings and theories as she rode; it seemed to clear her mind to open topics. Whether they were interesting or not, she couldn't decide. Everyone had their theories in life; it just depended on whether or not you acted on them. Max shrugged to herself and focused on the black road in front of her, empty and cold. Normal nights in Seattle were boring and dull, nothing ever seemed to happen. It was like the people were reverse vampires or something; they all headed inside once the sun went down. For Max, the nighttime was the best part of the day.
Maybe it was because no one was out, or maybe it was the fact that she didn't need sleep and could instead use the time doing something she enjoyed. She smiled slightly and thought of the possibility of actually having shark DNA, after all, she was able to hold her breath underwater for long amounts of time and was a fast swimmer. Still, she doubted the fact that Manticore genetics would pour some fish genes into her, it wasn't the plan.
Max was snapped out of her reverie as her beeper suddenly went off attached to her hip. The small vibration she had it set too almost made her lose control of the bike as she was taken off guard. Once she regained her composure, she reached for the beeper and slowed the bike down. When the small numbers lit up in her hand, she sighed. What was Logan doing up so late? True she didn't sleep much, but a girl still needed to relax.
She attached the beeper to her belt and headed down the street to a few payphones that resided at the end. Max got off her bike and dialed Logan's phone number, a slight irritation inside that began to well up. Logan picked up the phone and answered with a cheery hello.
"What?" She snapped. As soon as it left her mouth, she wanted to take it back. Too late now.
Logan was slightly taken off guard by the tension, but began anyway. "I need you over here, I've got something I need you to do." He stated simply.
"Aiight, I'll be over in a few." She mumbled. Max hung up the phone and sighed. Why was it every time she was enjoying herself, the downtrodden seemed to perk their heads up? She got back on her bike and revved up the motor. Logan's was just a few minutes from where she was, but she somewhat wished that it was longer so she could have a longer ride.
Oh well, Logan felt that the world had to be saved every waking moment, even though nothing would be different in the morning. The world would still be broken, America would still be corrupt, and she would still want to just have a peaceful ride on her Ninja.
//Damn the Pulse, it changed everything for the worse. All though, I have to give it credit for helping me to escape Manticore, without it happening, the goodie-goods of America would be helping to capture us and I'd be off working as a secret agent or solider in Tokyo or Russia by now. Gotta give thanks to where it belongs.//
By Kim
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, but the story idea is mine.
Timeslot: Sometime after "Blah Blah, Woof Woof"
Summary: Max goes on another mission for Logan but things don't go as planned.
Feedback: Please! It helps me make a better story!
E-mail: Paws1224@hotmail.com -- Drop me a note!
Please R/R!!
__________________________________________________________
Camera Shy
Chapter One
Night Ride
//Not too many people nowadays get their fifteen minutes of fame anymore, the world's too corrupt for that to happen. Back before the Pulse, that cliche flew around like an airborne disease, spreading false hope to the underbelly of society. They always claimed that if there was a will, there was a way.
Since the Pulse, everything turned and no one was getting their minutes of fame unless they were shown being busted on COPS or being the small highlight of some lame news network. The truth of it was, that after the Pulse, no one wanted to be seen. That's the way you make enemies, and that's the way you get caught.// Max thought grimly to herself as she rode down the street on her Ninja.
She often had small enlightenings and theories as she rode; it seemed to clear her mind to open topics. Whether they were interesting or not, she couldn't decide. Everyone had their theories in life; it just depended on whether or not you acted on them. Max shrugged to herself and focused on the black road in front of her, empty and cold. Normal nights in Seattle were boring and dull, nothing ever seemed to happen. It was like the people were reverse vampires or something; they all headed inside once the sun went down. For Max, the nighttime was the best part of the day.
Maybe it was because no one was out, or maybe it was the fact that she didn't need sleep and could instead use the time doing something she enjoyed. She smiled slightly and thought of the possibility of actually having shark DNA, after all, she was able to hold her breath underwater for long amounts of time and was a fast swimmer. Still, she doubted the fact that Manticore genetics would pour some fish genes into her, it wasn't the plan.
Max was snapped out of her reverie as her beeper suddenly went off attached to her hip. The small vibration she had it set too almost made her lose control of the bike as she was taken off guard. Once she regained her composure, she reached for the beeper and slowed the bike down. When the small numbers lit up in her hand, she sighed. What was Logan doing up so late? True she didn't sleep much, but a girl still needed to relax.
She attached the beeper to her belt and headed down the street to a few payphones that resided at the end. Max got off her bike and dialed Logan's phone number, a slight irritation inside that began to well up. Logan picked up the phone and answered with a cheery hello.
"What?" She snapped. As soon as it left her mouth, she wanted to take it back. Too late now.
Logan was slightly taken off guard by the tension, but began anyway. "I need you over here, I've got something I need you to do." He stated simply.
"Aiight, I'll be over in a few." She mumbled. Max hung up the phone and sighed. Why was it every time she was enjoying herself, the downtrodden seemed to perk their heads up? She got back on her bike and revved up the motor. Logan's was just a few minutes from where she was, but she somewhat wished that it was longer so she could have a longer ride.
Oh well, Logan felt that the world had to be saved every waking moment, even though nothing would be different in the morning. The world would still be broken, America would still be corrupt, and she would still want to just have a peaceful ride on her Ninja.
//Damn the Pulse, it changed everything for the worse. All though, I have to give it credit for helping me to escape Manticore, without it happening, the goodie-goods of America would be helping to capture us and I'd be off working as a secret agent or solider in Tokyo or Russia by now. Gotta give thanks to where it belongs.//