Disclaimer: I don't own any thing remotely related to Dark Angel, however I
do own-- never mind. I'm just borrowing the characters, location & what not
'cause it wouldn't be fanfic otherwise. (However I do claim ownership to
the character that I have created for this and other stories)
Comments: This is my first DA fanfic, so R&R but be nice!!! I hope it doesn't totally blow. The chapters are short, but they'll get longer as the story continues.
Chapter One:
The Seatle sky was pitch black and the night air was so cold her skin hurt. That didn't matter much. She was nearing the last checkpoint of the day, it was about time to call it a night. She fished in her cargo pocket for her drivers licence and state border pass. Of couse her licence picture barely resembled her, she had changes so much in the past year.
Her old black 1999 Toyota Carolla eased up to the checkpoint. The guard on duty peered into the vehical.
"ID?" he mumbled.
"Here we are," she smiled, "It's getting late, isn't it."
He ignored her attempt at small talk, "Purpose of visit?"
"Job interview." She blurted. The guard looked back and forth from the ID to the young woman in the car. Finally, concluding that they were the same person, he handed her licence and pass back.
"Here you are Ms. Decking."
* * *
She drove into the city, not so sure were to stay, or what to do. She parked her car and wandered around a bit. She heard some music resonating from a building, no doubt some kind of a bar. She figured she could use a drink.
* * *
Max rolled her eyes and her pager went off. Why was it that when ever she was having fun at Crash, Logan had to beckon her. Max huffed out the door, passing a dark eyed, fake bleached-blond teenager.
"He better have something good…"
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Comments: This is my first DA fanfic, so R&R but be nice!!! I hope it doesn't totally blow. The chapters are short, but they'll get longer as the story continues.
Chapter One:
The Seatle sky was pitch black and the night air was so cold her skin hurt. That didn't matter much. She was nearing the last checkpoint of the day, it was about time to call it a night. She fished in her cargo pocket for her drivers licence and state border pass. Of couse her licence picture barely resembled her, she had changes so much in the past year.
Her old black 1999 Toyota Carolla eased up to the checkpoint. The guard on duty peered into the vehical.
"ID?" he mumbled.
"Here we are," she smiled, "It's getting late, isn't it."
He ignored her attempt at small talk, "Purpose of visit?"
"Job interview." She blurted. The guard looked back and forth from the ID to the young woman in the car. Finally, concluding that they were the same person, he handed her licence and pass back.
"Here you are Ms. Decking."
* * *
She drove into the city, not so sure were to stay, or what to do. She parked her car and wandered around a bit. She heard some music resonating from a building, no doubt some kind of a bar. She figured she could use a drink.
* * *
Max rolled her eyes and her pager went off. Why was it that when ever she was having fun at Crash, Logan had to beckon her. Max huffed out the door, passing a dark eyed, fake bleached-blond teenager.
"He better have something good…"
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