Title: Black Sheep
Genre: Drama/Action-Adventure
Rating: again, PG-13 or R for language, depending on your sensitivity
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Disclaimer: Max, Dark Angel, Fox, Cameron, Eglee. Jasen's all mine, though.
Spoilers: Blah Blah, Woof Woof
A/N: My first attempt at something with a real plot. I'm planning (though not promising!) drama, angst, humor, a bit of romance, and of course the requisite ass-kicking. A little like a real episode, though I wouldn't presume… Thanks to my boyfriend for the premise and beta-reading. And I swear I'm not ripping off Rinoa's idea--apparently we happened to have similar ideas at the same time; mine's a little different, though, so you all can hopefully enjoy both!
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"Have you got the data?" Lydecker's voice was clipped and professional, as always.
"Of course. You trained me well, sir."
"Good work, soldier. Meet at the rendezvous point in one hour." The phone was halfway to the hook when he thought he heard something impossible. He brought the phone back to his ear. "What was that, soldier?"
"I said, I don't think that's really going to work for me." The man on the other end smiled. He had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time.
Lydecker was silent for a couple of seconds, completely at a loss. That response simply didn't compute. "What the hell do you mean?" he managed, finally.
"I mean, Deck," he responded, emphasizing his disrespect, "I don't much care for our arrangement here. It occurred to me the other day, while I was dangling from a rooftop, that you send me out on all of these top-secret missions, I put my ass on the line, and when I've scraped and skulked and gotten beat up to find whatever you sent me for, I come running back to you like a dog with a tennis ball. Meanwhile, you're sitting around smoking cigars and planning the next genetically enhanced generation. And I'm starting to wonder: what's in it for me?"
"What's in it for you," Lydecker ground out, "is that I don't send a team of our best men to drag you back here and beat the living shit out of you until you can remember to follow orders. But you just forfeited that privilege."
"But Deck, you're forgetting—I'm your best man."
"You're good, soldier, but you're not that good."
He only laughed. "We'll see. I'll be in touch."
As the sound of the dial tone rang in his ears, Lydecker stared at the receiver like it had just turned into a snake. When the hell had this happened? With a curse, he dialed another number and waited impatiently for an answer.
"Murdock here."
"Get your ass over here," Lydecker growled. "We've got a situation here."