Disclaimer: This story is not really done by me, James Cameron did the story first and I have made some alterations that while many, are not enough to claim this as a original piece of work. With that in mind, please enjoy my story.
Chapter 2
Vague Fondness
"Good morning Zane" said Tara.
"I see you slept comfortably," said Zane as he pointed to his comfortable flannel shirt she wore.
"I was cold, so I saw it and it felt so warm and fleecy that I had to put it on," said Tara.
"I see," said Zane, all of the sudden he saw Zakk stroll in and sit beside Tara, waiting to be scratched. Of course Tara scratched the dog behind the ears, then knelt down to make baby noises right to Zakk's which Zakk loved ever so much from her, not him.
"Zakk was such a good boy last night, he stayed close to me and protected me, didn't you Zakk, yes you did, yes you did" said Tara. Zakk took it all, loving it panting, almost as if making sure Zane saw this.
"Oh and isn't Zakk just a darling" said Zane in an upset tone.
"Oh hush, now what did you make for breakfast. Ooh, French Toast, I love French toast" said Tara as she grabbed two pieces. Tara also slipped a piece to Zakk, Zane started to get worried that she might be overfeeding him so he kept on giving the dog long walks to make up for it. "So how did you sleep?" asked Tara.
Zane's back hurt, his muscles stiff and his head ached. "Fine" said Zane. "So when do you have to be off to work?" asked Zane.
"In forty-five minutes" said Tara.
"Need a lift?" asked Zane.
"I was hoping you would ask," said Tara as she grabbed a cup of coffee.
"Umm, are you going to go to work in your jeans?" asked Zane after realising that she didn't have any new clothes with her to wear.
"Oh it's ok, I have a spare suit over at the office, in case of emergencies" said Tara.
"Ok" said Zane. He polished off the last of his French toast and headed to the shower. He came out and went into his room to change for work. Fortunately for him, it didn't matter what he wore to work, as long as he didn't mind getting grease all over it. Zane worked as a mechanic for middle aged man named Toby. He was chunky, but strong, Toby could bench at least two hundred and fifty pounds. Zane got out to warm the car, due to Tara's sensitivity to the cold she always insisted he be a gentleman and warm the car for her. Unfortunately for him, his 2013 Ford-150 was slow to heat so he had to get out fifteen minutes ahead of time since his remote car-starter seem to start every other car but his own. With a short stall from hitting the gas to hard, he finally got it running. All of a sudden he heard a whimper, he forgot about poor Zakk. Zakk usually came with him to work for two reasons. The first one was because he was never sure when he would have to get up in a hurry and leave town, and the other was because Zakk was good at helping customers find their wallets. That is why Toby doesn't mind Zakk, Zakk liked the paying customers and always growled at the tight-ass, Benz driving lunatics who want to start a tab that they say they will pay. One thing about Zakk, he could always sense when the customer needed to have the charity and which ones didn't, if Zane were crazy enough, he might think the dog came from a Manticore experiment. "Sorry boy" said Zane as he let Zack into the back.
"Ok, I'm ready," said Tara who had her hair neatly in a bow.
"Would your firm let me get a discount from you if I ever got injured?" asked Zane.
"No, but you may get only fined five hundred dollars for asking that question" she said with a gleeful smile on her face.
"Ok, the sooner I drop you off the better" said Zane.
"Brr, couldn't you warm this car up a little more, it's freezing" said Tara.
Zane dropped off Tara at the Firm where she documented and notarised all the cases. Then Zane pulled up into the parking lot of the garage, and there was this huge, disgusting, violet sign saying "Toby's Garage", "What is that monstrosity," asked Zane as he walked in.
"What, I like it, it gives this place a nice friendly feel" said Toby.
"Depends on who you're trying to attract," said Zane.
"Just go work on the Chevy and keep your mouth shut, you little snob" said Toby as he went back to marking the automotive parts he would need for the coming days. Zane looked over the Chevy Cavalier, the damn thing was a mess now, used to be alright but now it just went to a pathetic level trying to keep up with all those small carton sized Japan cars, only those were arranged properly, Chevy's weren't. He remembered in this old Chevy he worked on, it had to have the engine taken out to change the spark plugs. Cars just weren't what they used to be now, you had to buy the Foreign cars, mostly because the foreign countries weren't that hurt by the Pulse. The pulse never reached any other countries but the economic slowdown has made a huge dent in profits for the countries, fortunately they learned how to rely on each other rather than the States. Japan was hurt the most economically because of their strong ties to the American economy.
"Hey Zane, lunch-time, could you go pick me up a sandwich over at subways" said Toby.
"Do you still believe in that old commercial, you think you will actually lose weight by eating one?" asked Zane.
"Hey, it was proven," said Toby.
"The man who lost all that weight also exercised, not too mention I bet he didn't add a huge bag of chips and a six pack to it either" said Zane.
"Just pick up the sandwich," said Zane.
"Sure" said Zane, as he grabbed his leather jacket and was out the door. It was kind of cool, but nowhere as cold as it was last night. Zane walked over to the Subways on Crescent when he noticed some arrogant teens, picking on some small middle-aged man.
"Come on man, what do you think because my hair is long I act like a woman. I said give me your sandwich or else," said the leader of the teens. "Don't think that because society deemed you a human being I am going to take it easy on you. Now give me the sandwich or else."
"Hey back off" said Zane pulling the leaders arm so he would face him.
"Who do you think you are? Gandhi or something, think you can help everyone, get out of here before I break your face in," said the leader. He then pushed Zane against the wall and punched him in the face.
"Now you pay bitch" said Zane, he then took the leaders shoulders and pulled him down towards his knee that was coming in hard, it connected with the leaders right cheek. The leader tried to get Zane into a headlock, scraping at the back of his neck desperately trying to get a hold, but was thrown on his back and was given a kick to the ribs for his troubles. "Now move along, or do you feel like eating your tongue." The leader scrambled to his feet and ran off, with his two cronies following behind him.
"Did you see that fight?" said the man who was holding the binoculars. "Didn't look as if he had super powers."
"He could've been suppressing his powers, or did you not think of that Roger" said the shadowed figured.
"Holy shit" said Roger. "There it is, it's the barcode".
"What how, how could it just appear" said the shadowed figure.
"Beats me, so what do we do now?" asked Roger.
"Let's go grab a sub," said the shadowed figure. They got out of their Black Lincoln Navigator and proceeded to the Subway.
"Hold up sir" said Roger, "What is this?" he asked after picking up a flesh covered piece of what looked like flesh but felt rubbery.
"That was probably what he used to cover his Barcode, that could be why we never saw the barcode before. You idiot, this thing is noticeable, why didn't you notice it?" asked the shadowed figure.
"Umm sir, should you be talking so loud," asked Roger.
"Come with me to the car" said the shadowed figure. They got into the Navigator. Then the shadowed figure hit Roger up of the back of his head.
"Shit, what the hell was that for," said Roger.
"First of all genius, if you look suspicious then you are suspicious. Back there, people would have taken me for a raving lunatic because no one would ever believe something like this would happen to them. Secondly, when you mentioned my loud voice, that aroused suspicion because we were being cautious, caution shows signs of intelligence, and intelligence shows some certain of degree of sanity. You could've have blown our cover" said the Shadowed figure.
"OK, shit, sorry, so what do we do now?" asked Roger.
"You will exit the car and casually observe him" said the shadowed figure. Once Roger got out of the car, and went to the Subway, the shadowed figure picked up his cell phone and dialled a number. "Sir I found him" said the shadowed figure.
"Good Mark, you now what you have to do," said the voice on the phone.
"Yes sir" then Mark hung, up and began dialling another number. "It's time to take the cub home boys," said Mark.