Conversations with my 9 year old self

by Summerbear4

I was one of many made to be the perfect soldier the ultimate weapon fearless and lethal.I thought to my self at night there had to be more to life than this.Right? maybe not.

Conversations with my 9 year old self

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dark angel but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with it. Beka

''Here we are sir.''

''Ah these must be the X5's.''

''yes sir they are.''

''Finally it's about time you screw ups did something right.''

Are there anymore?

''yes just one left sir,''

''332960073452 What so special about her.?''

''Well she seem to be created by sandeman personally and doesn't have any junk DNA.''

''Well as soon as your finish give them all their barcode and hand them over to their Manticore handler.''

As the General continue walking you could see newborn babies each foating in a tank.

''We're lost.'' Jace said flatly.''Lost. L-O-S-T. The Colonel's gonna be mad.''

Zack ignored her as he waved for the others to come back into the was sunset,and they were supposed to find their way back to base by 1700 hours. By Ben's calculation, they missed that about two hours ago. At least it was spring,so it was warmer was still getting over his winter hovering over him protectively like he always did.

Max and Jondy appeared in front of him,covered in dirt,''Report. soldiers,'' he said quietly,trying not to let the relief show in his face.

"We've lost sight of the steam,sir,'' Jondy said,for once using the proper soldier voice.''X5-452 thinks that the Enemy dropped us off at the northern perimeter fence.'' She pointed south."The base could be that way."

''X5-452?'' Max looked up at him,dark eyes ashamed.

''Sorry, sir,'' she muttered,eyes fall to the ground again.