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A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Well, I have been prompted by my two readers to write a Part 2, so voila! Note that I have changed the format, so it's easier to read, and I have finally noticed that the italics do not seem to work on this website, so I too will be resorting to putting words between 's when I choose to emphasize them. And by the way, I'm trying to keep this fic in canon as much as I can, so when I get facts wrong, DO NOT HESITATE TO CORRECT ME!!! Hope you like this one as much as the last one!
"Steel! He's coming to you! Get ready!" Kat Ryan yelled as the bank robber she had been pursuing managed to get onto his motorcycle and started speeding away from her.
The female N'Tek agent watched as the criminal unwittingly traveled closer and closer to where her partner, Max Steel, was hiding. The motorcycle was still starting up, and wouldn't be going fast enough to avoid Max when the criminal encountered the super-powered spy.
Ok, Max told himself, hearing the roar of the approaching vehicle, I'll wait until he's three feet to my left, and then I'll jump on him.
"Okay, hermano, he's twenty feet away...eighteen feet...sixteen feet..."
Then another voice began speaking in Max's head. The scientist's voice was still there, but it had faded into the background. Max could hear what it was saying, but he didn't seem to care anymore.
'What are you doing?" the new voice asked softly, calmly.
"I'm going to catch the villain," Max replied simply.
"I know you are, hermano, that would be what we've been planning to do from the beginning," Berto's voice sounded puzzled in the back of Max's head. Max wasn't concerned. He was paying attention to the other voice.
"Why are you so intent on capturing this so-called villain, Max Steel?"
"He stole money that wasn't his."
"So? Politicians do that all the time, and they're running the country. If stealing is so bad, why aren't you chasing after them as well?"
Max didn't have an answer to this. He was confused. The voice was right. The very government that indirectly employed him also committed the crimes that he was assigned to stop.
"I don't really know," Max admitted in a perplexed tone of voice.
"What? Max, why are you talking to yourself? You're supposed to be paying attention to the guy on the motorcycle, remember?"
The small voice in the back of Max's head was fading. It didn't matter. It didn't concern him. He was too busy contemplating the argument at hand, with the clearer voice in his mind's foreground.
"Well, if you're just following orders without understanding why, what makes you so much different then, say, John Dread's minions?"
"I AM NOT LIKE ONE OF JOHN DREAD'S MINIONS AND I WILL NEVER BE!"
"Max? What is wrong with you? Who are you talking to?"
"Well, if you're not just a minion, a follower, why don't you make up your own mind as to what orders to obey."
"Yeah, I'll make up my own mind."
"Max, dammit! The guy on the motorcycle is coming! You're gonna miss him, Max!"
"This man is probably just trying to get money to help his family eat. What is so wrong with that?"
"Nothing," Max said, shrugging.
"MAX! SNAP OUT OF IT MAX! HE'S SIX FEET AWAY FROM YOU! YOU'RE GOING TO MISS HIM IF YOU DON'T SNAP OUT OF IT RIGHT NOW!"
"Okay then," the voice continued smoothly, "why don't we just let this man go on with his business?"
"All right."
"MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX!!!!" That last one was accompanied by a sharp pain in Max's ears as deafening static filled them.
"OW!" Max yelled and snapped out of his trance-like state just as a black motorcycle zoomed by. Max didn't make a move for it. He was too dazed.
"STEEL, DAMMIT!"
Max felt someone push him, and the next thing he knew he was sitting on the ground. The jolt of hitting the concrete, hard, woke him all the way.
"Huh? Wha-"
Kat wasn't done with him. She kicked him in the leg. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I WAS FIGHTING WITH HIM FOR TWENTY MINUTES AND I FINALLY SET HIM UP PERFECTLY AND YOU COLDN"T EVEN DO THE SIMPLEST OF JOBS!!"
It had been a while since Max had seen Kat so mad. He guessed he did deserve the kick in the leg though, the guy they were supposed to have captured had twisted Kat's right wrist around during the fight, and it had been difficult to fight with only her left hand for twenty minutes. Because of this disadvantage, the creep had gotten some good shots in. Now Max had let their quarry get away, ad she had nothing to show for her pain.
"Max?" Berto asked cautiously. "Are you...there now?"
"Yeah, of course I'm here, what do you mean?" Max replied, rubbing his shin where Kat had kicked him.
"Martinez, can't you zap him with that bio-feedback thing?" Kat whined, holding her right wrist gingerly.
"Already did, Kat."
"Yeah, thanks for that," Max added sourly. It had only been a brief second, but it had been unexpected, and still hurt.
"Hey, don't blame me, Max, you zoned out! I was calling you for two whole minutes and you were just sitting there...talking to yourself."
Kat was tapped in to Max's biolink during missions, so she heard Berto talking to Max.
"Talking to himself?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, weren't you listening?"
"Well I was kind of occupied." She waved her wrist in front of Max's face so berto could see what she was talking about. "Why were you talking to yourself, Steel?"
"I wasn't talking to myself, I was talking to..."
Kat stood in front of him, her arms crossed. When Max's voice trailed off and he refused to give her an answer, she took hold of his arm with her good hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Let's go, Steel. I think it's time we had a Team Steel meeting. You, me, Berto, Rachel, and your dad."
Max groaned.
Ok, maybe not the best of chapters, but I wrote it, didn't I? And now you have a clue as to what Dread and Abigail were talking about at the end of The Newcomer. I think this title is a little bit better than The Newcomer, but I'm open to suggestions. By the way, Akili-chan, you get my emails, right? I use the address given on your profile, but I don't know if you still use it. Just want to make sure. Ciao!
A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Well, I have been prompted by my two readers to write a Part 2, so voila! Note that I have changed the format, so it's easier to read, and I have finally noticed that the italics do not seem to work on this website, so I too will be resorting to putting words between 's when I choose to emphasize them. And by the way, I'm trying to keep this fic in canon as much as I can, so when I get facts wrong, DO NOT HESITATE TO CORRECT ME!!! Hope you like this one as much as the last one!
"Steel! He's coming to you! Get ready!" Kat Ryan yelled as the bank robber she had been pursuing managed to get onto his motorcycle and started speeding away from her.
The female N'Tek agent watched as the criminal unwittingly traveled closer and closer to where her partner, Max Steel, was hiding. The motorcycle was still starting up, and wouldn't be going fast enough to avoid Max when the criminal encountered the super-powered spy.
Ok, Max told himself, hearing the roar of the approaching vehicle, I'll wait until he's three feet to my left, and then I'll jump on him.
"Okay, hermano, he's twenty feet away...eighteen feet...sixteen feet..."
Then another voice began speaking in Max's head. The scientist's voice was still there, but it had faded into the background. Max could hear what it was saying, but he didn't seem to care anymore.
'What are you doing?" the new voice asked softly, calmly.
"I'm going to catch the villain," Max replied simply.
"I know you are, hermano, that would be what we've been planning to do from the beginning," Berto's voice sounded puzzled in the back of Max's head. Max wasn't concerned. He was paying attention to the other voice.
"Why are you so intent on capturing this so-called villain, Max Steel?"
"He stole money that wasn't his."
"So? Politicians do that all the time, and they're running the country. If stealing is so bad, why aren't you chasing after them as well?"
Max didn't have an answer to this. He was confused. The voice was right. The very government that indirectly employed him also committed the crimes that he was assigned to stop.
"I don't really know," Max admitted in a perplexed tone of voice.
"What? Max, why are you talking to yourself? You're supposed to be paying attention to the guy on the motorcycle, remember?"
The small voice in the back of Max's head was fading. It didn't matter. It didn't concern him. He was too busy contemplating the argument at hand, with the clearer voice in his mind's foreground.
"Well, if you're just following orders without understanding why, what makes you so much different then, say, John Dread's minions?"
"I AM NOT LIKE ONE OF JOHN DREAD'S MINIONS AND I WILL NEVER BE!"
"Max? What is wrong with you? Who are you talking to?"
"Well, if you're not just a minion, a follower, why don't you make up your own mind as to what orders to obey."
"Yeah, I'll make up my own mind."
"Max, dammit! The guy on the motorcycle is coming! You're gonna miss him, Max!"
"This man is probably just trying to get money to help his family eat. What is so wrong with that?"
"Nothing," Max said, shrugging.
"MAX! SNAP OUT OF IT MAX! HE'S SIX FEET AWAY FROM YOU! YOU'RE GOING TO MISS HIM IF YOU DON'T SNAP OUT OF IT RIGHT NOW!"
"Okay then," the voice continued smoothly, "why don't we just let this man go on with his business?"
"All right."
"MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX!!!!" That last one was accompanied by a sharp pain in Max's ears as deafening static filled them.
"OW!" Max yelled and snapped out of his trance-like state just as a black motorcycle zoomed by. Max didn't make a move for it. He was too dazed.
"STEEL, DAMMIT!"
Max felt someone push him, and the next thing he knew he was sitting on the ground. The jolt of hitting the concrete, hard, woke him all the way.
"Huh? Wha-"
Kat wasn't done with him. She kicked him in the leg. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I WAS FIGHTING WITH HIM FOR TWENTY MINUTES AND I FINALLY SET HIM UP PERFECTLY AND YOU COLDN"T EVEN DO THE SIMPLEST OF JOBS!!"
It had been a while since Max had seen Kat so mad. He guessed he did deserve the kick in the leg though, the guy they were supposed to have captured had twisted Kat's right wrist around during the fight, and it had been difficult to fight with only her left hand for twenty minutes. Because of this disadvantage, the creep had gotten some good shots in. Now Max had let their quarry get away, ad she had nothing to show for her pain.
"Max?" Berto asked cautiously. "Are you...there now?"
"Yeah, of course I'm here, what do you mean?" Max replied, rubbing his shin where Kat had kicked him.
"Martinez, can't you zap him with that bio-feedback thing?" Kat whined, holding her right wrist gingerly.
"Already did, Kat."
"Yeah, thanks for that," Max added sourly. It had only been a brief second, but it had been unexpected, and still hurt.
"Hey, don't blame me, Max, you zoned out! I was calling you for two whole minutes and you were just sitting there...talking to yourself."
Kat was tapped in to Max's biolink during missions, so she heard Berto talking to Max.
"Talking to himself?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, weren't you listening?"
"Well I was kind of occupied." She waved her wrist in front of Max's face so berto could see what she was talking about. "Why were you talking to yourself, Steel?"
"I wasn't talking to myself, I was talking to..."
Kat stood in front of him, her arms crossed. When Max's voice trailed off and he refused to give her an answer, she took hold of his arm with her good hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Let's go, Steel. I think it's time we had a Team Steel meeting. You, me, Berto, Rachel, and your dad."
Max groaned.
Ok, maybe not the best of chapters, but I wrote it, didn't I? And now you have a clue as to what Dread and Abigail were talking about at the end of The Newcomer. I think this title is a little bit better than The Newcomer, but I'm open to suggestions. By the way, Akili-chan, you get my emails, right? I use the address given on your profile, but I don't know if you still use it. Just want to make sure. Ciao!