Her eyes opened from sleep with a fright. She couldn't explain it.
It was a feeling she hasn't had since 1997. That the was the time she had
first learned of her "Awakening." The time when Mitochondria Eve had risen
in order to give birth to the Ultimate Being. The feeling had vanished as
quickly as it had come.
Aya looked at the alarm clock. It was almost 5 o'clock in the morning. She decided to get ready for work. Still suspicious about the earlier feeling she seized her pistol and made a quick sweep through the apartment to check it out. Her little sister Eve was still sleeping and the other rooms were empty. She hadn't let the pistol out of her sight for the time being.
After a shower she noticed Eve's alarm clock was going off, then it was turned off. Aya began blow-drying her hair. A knock sounded through the apartment. "I'll get it," called Eve.
"No," Aya snapped as she picked up her pistol and got to the door. "Get in the kitchen." She swung the door and pointed the gun. A man at the door did a back flip while drawing a saber in mid-air from an ankle sheath. He landed with a surprisingly soft thud, ready to pounce. Aya holstered her pistol and relaxed. "Damn't Logan, you scared me."
"I scared you!?" he said sarcastically. "If you didn't want a ride you should have said so. Do you do that to your landlord? Aya smiled at the reaction of Logan. "Let's go."
They walked into the parking lot, holding hands, and stopped at a large Dodge Ram. It was black with green flames on the hood and the sides. "Where's your c...?" Aya was struck speechless when she saw the truck bed. "What the hell is this?" She looked in and spotted all sorts of weaponry. "Is that a rocket launcher?"
"Relax, it is unoperational." Logan said casually.
"But that is a machine gun, and a grenade launcher, and a flamethrower!"
"The only ones that work are in that locked tool box?
"Drop me off at the other side of the street. I don't want to pull up to a government building in a truck full of lethal weapons."
They got in the truck and drove away from the apartment building. "Who needs so much fire power anyway?" Aya asked.
"An acquaintance. If it makes you feel better I'll have him remove all weapons. He might even be done with my car." Logan can see this didn't comfort her. "He's an OK guy. All he does is collect."
He pulled over across the street from the M.I.S.T. Agency. "I almost forgot," Aya, said "There's a party after my shift. You should stop by. Meet me on the third floor lobby." With a quick kiss Aya set off across the street and Logan drove off.
Aya looked at the alarm clock. It was almost 5 o'clock in the morning. She decided to get ready for work. Still suspicious about the earlier feeling she seized her pistol and made a quick sweep through the apartment to check it out. Her little sister Eve was still sleeping and the other rooms were empty. She hadn't let the pistol out of her sight for the time being.
After a shower she noticed Eve's alarm clock was going off, then it was turned off. Aya began blow-drying her hair. A knock sounded through the apartment. "I'll get it," called Eve.
"No," Aya snapped as she picked up her pistol and got to the door. "Get in the kitchen." She swung the door and pointed the gun. A man at the door did a back flip while drawing a saber in mid-air from an ankle sheath. He landed with a surprisingly soft thud, ready to pounce. Aya holstered her pistol and relaxed. "Damn't Logan, you scared me."
"I scared you!?" he said sarcastically. "If you didn't want a ride you should have said so. Do you do that to your landlord? Aya smiled at the reaction of Logan. "Let's go."
They walked into the parking lot, holding hands, and stopped at a large Dodge Ram. It was black with green flames on the hood and the sides. "Where's your c...?" Aya was struck speechless when she saw the truck bed. "What the hell is this?" She looked in and spotted all sorts of weaponry. "Is that a rocket launcher?"
"Relax, it is unoperational." Logan said casually.
"But that is a machine gun, and a grenade launcher, and a flamethrower!"
"The only ones that work are in that locked tool box?
"Drop me off at the other side of the street. I don't want to pull up to a government building in a truck full of lethal weapons."
They got in the truck and drove away from the apartment building. "Who needs so much fire power anyway?" Aya asked.
"An acquaintance. If it makes you feel better I'll have him remove all weapons. He might even be done with my car." Logan can see this didn't comfort her. "He's an OK guy. All he does is collect."
He pulled over across the street from the M.I.S.T. Agency. "I almost forgot," Aya, said "There's a party after my shift. You should stop by. Meet me on the third floor lobby." With a quick kiss Aya set off across the street and Logan drove off.