Nene turned around halfway out of bed and scowled at the phone making it's
caractaristikly irritating noise.
In her dazed mind she could imagine who ever was on the other side of the line who
dared to call her half past three in the morning slowly roasting over a fire and the
removal of said persons fingers to keep them from ever using a phone again.
Reaching out under he cover she grab the phone and put it to her ear ready to give
who ever it was a piece of her scream, she didn't get the chance.
"NENE it been ringing for at least ten minutes... how long do you take to pick up the
phone!!" Linna yelled over the phone.
Nene grunted a curse under her breath. "Excuse me for sleeping... next time I'll
remember to sit up all night and wait for you to call."
Linna didn't get the hint but simply continued. "I need you to get on you computer
and dig up all the dirt you can find on Malcom."
Nene's eyebrow twitched and for a moment she was very tempted to hang up but
Linna was still one of her friends this was obviously important. "Boyfriend?"
"What? No Malcom, M.A.L.C.O.M." Linna responded.
"Linna, you have any idea how many Malcom there is?" Nene said wondering if
Linna was drunk. "At least give me a last or first name perhaps."
"What? oh... um I don't know more then Malcom." Linna said thinking a moment.
"Well can you give me any thing to help me narrow it down?" Nene frowned.
"He is the new head chairman of Genom."
Nene was suddenly wide awake. "Oh that kinda narrows it down..."
Lina smiled on her end. "I'm going to be at a press conference whit him tomorrow
and I want to know what I can expect from him."
Nene turned on her monitor and her whole apartment that was basically a mess of
various computer parts seemed top come alive as she started up various equipment's.
"Understandable, give me a second."
"Kind of hoping you could get me something juicy on him I can shove down his
thought if he try to get smart."
"Ok his name is Malcom Williams, born in England but apparently raised in United
States." Nene tapped her keyboard. "Apart from various nonsense about Genom
there... oh... he is good looking."
"What? He must be like what 70 years old like all the other chairmen." Linna joked.
"26 apparently." Nene whistled. "Shame he is the spawn of evil."
"That can't be right?" Linna scowled. "Why would they accept someone that
young?"
Nene tapped away at her keyboard. "I'm trying to get in to the Genom backup files,
hold on a second."
"Hey I'm in." Nene said quickly before Linna could respond.
"Apparently he is a AI expert, whit advanced knowledge in bio mechanics... general
Genom stuff..." Nene paused for a moment. "This is odd..."
"What." Lina almost whispered. "What is it?"
"He been shuffled around Genom for years, look's like he have not been stationed at
the same place for more then 4 months on end for... At least 4 years." Nene paused
again this time starting to get interested. "This is usually a tactic that genom use to
keep important but 'undesired' personal from gaining support."
"What are you telling me Nene?" Linna asked the more answers she got more
questions arrived.
"Up until a few years Genom definitely didn't care to much about him, to say the
least they kept him on a short leach... and a very tight one as well..." Nene tapped
away at her keyboard. "About 4 years ago there was an accented in Los Angeles,
Malcom was blamed for it, could have been using it as leverage."
Linna frowned. "This got to be a mistake, either that or fake... you make it sound
like he was some for of 'dissident' inside Genom."
"Hate to say it but it sure look's like it... but your right it don't really fit the picture."
Nene raised an eyebrow. "You be careful tomorrow... we have had enough surprises
lately."
Linna swallowed knowing exactly what Nene meant. "Yeah... I got you."
---
Priss starred out the window, completely uninterested in the light that someone was
passing in front of her eyes.
But out of the corner of her eye she caut the sight of a bird sitting in a tree just
outside the window, for a moment it was as if something inside her clicked.
She remembered a pair of great white wings stretching out towards the sky the
exhilarating feeling of free flight and that voice in her head... and something ells a
name.
A name that had stuck to her thoughts while she slowly descended from the darkness
behind her.
A Name that gave her warmth...
"Lee.." Priss said barley even a whisper. "It's... Lee... something."
Priss plinked focusing for a moment. "I could... remember just a..." she snapped to
the side looking at the man beside her. "Who the hell are you!!!"
Reacting out of instinct Priss rushed out of her chair only to realize in terror that her
legs would not support her and she feel over landing hard against the floor.
"EASY... you're in a hospital!" Doctor Ivan Ranich moved to the side reaching out
to help Priss up but she slapped his hands away.
"Get away from me... what have you done to me!!!" Priss fought against the nausea
and the desire to faint as she pulled herself across the floor.
"We found you in the dessert... do you remember? You where dehydrated, you have
been here for just over a month and have been completely unresponsive please don't
strain yourself." Ranich backed away.
Priss took a deep breath the only thing that seemed to come to mind was those great
white wings and the feeling of flight.
"Lee." Ranich asked carefully. "What do you mean by 'Lee?"
Priss eyed him suspiciously but she didn't feel like he was dangerous. "It's a Name...
I think."
Ivan sat down on his knees. "Your name?"
Priss though for a moment, Lee didn't sound familiar in that way but... "I don't
know... Is it?"
"If it's a name you remember... Perhaps..." Ivan smiled. "I'm Doctor Ivan Ranich...
do you know where you are from?"
Thinking for a moment she shock her head...
---
Mackie placed a blanked carefully over his sisters back. "Sleep come to us all." he
said whit a slight smile and looked over at the hard-suit. "She is obsessed whit it." he
said to himself.
"Ironic, don't you think?" Leon's low voice spun Mackie around. "She flew back
from space, only to end up in a desert... while Nene and Linna end up on a tropical
island."
Leon smiled back at him. "I just dumped Nigel upstairs, though I would take a look
at it again."
"Celia think that the moto-slave somehow keep's most of the Hard-suit's system
intact as they became integrated." Mackie looked again at the wings. "There is no
power core any more yet there is still power in it."
Leon didn't say anything, he just watched the suit carefully.
Mackie looked at the floor. "You think Priss is alive?"
Leon turned slowly towards Mackie. "I don't know, in here..." pointed two fingers at
his chest. "It say yes... but in here..." Leon moved his fingers up to his head. "I
'know' she is dead."
Mackie swallowed.
"Never believed in the 'Heart' before..." Leon took a deep breath. "But if it's not true,
if she is really dead... then my mind' will be all that is left as a bury my heart whit
her..." Leon closed his eyes. "It's late..."
"Leon..." Mackie said grasping the large man's arm. "I may not have a 'real' heart...
but I know what you mean, in every logical variation that I have looked at the
situation she is... gone." Mackie closed his eyes but tears started to form. "But I
wont accept that... not after all this..."
caractaristikly irritating noise.
In her dazed mind she could imagine who ever was on the other side of the line who
dared to call her half past three in the morning slowly roasting over a fire and the
removal of said persons fingers to keep them from ever using a phone again.
Reaching out under he cover she grab the phone and put it to her ear ready to give
who ever it was a piece of her scream, she didn't get the chance.
"NENE it been ringing for at least ten minutes... how long do you take to pick up the
phone!!" Linna yelled over the phone.
Nene grunted a curse under her breath. "Excuse me for sleeping... next time I'll
remember to sit up all night and wait for you to call."
Linna didn't get the hint but simply continued. "I need you to get on you computer
and dig up all the dirt you can find on Malcom."
Nene's eyebrow twitched and for a moment she was very tempted to hang up but
Linna was still one of her friends this was obviously important. "Boyfriend?"
"What? No Malcom, M.A.L.C.O.M." Linna responded.
"Linna, you have any idea how many Malcom there is?" Nene said wondering if
Linna was drunk. "At least give me a last or first name perhaps."
"What? oh... um I don't know more then Malcom." Linna said thinking a moment.
"Well can you give me any thing to help me narrow it down?" Nene frowned.
"He is the new head chairman of Genom."
Nene was suddenly wide awake. "Oh that kinda narrows it down..."
Lina smiled on her end. "I'm going to be at a press conference whit him tomorrow
and I want to know what I can expect from him."
Nene turned on her monitor and her whole apartment that was basically a mess of
various computer parts seemed top come alive as she started up various equipment's.
"Understandable, give me a second."
"Kind of hoping you could get me something juicy on him I can shove down his
thought if he try to get smart."
"Ok his name is Malcom Williams, born in England but apparently raised in United
States." Nene tapped her keyboard. "Apart from various nonsense about Genom
there... oh... he is good looking."
"What? He must be like what 70 years old like all the other chairmen." Linna joked.
"26 apparently." Nene whistled. "Shame he is the spawn of evil."
"That can't be right?" Linna scowled. "Why would they accept someone that
young?"
Nene tapped away at her keyboard. "I'm trying to get in to the Genom backup files,
hold on a second."
"Hey I'm in." Nene said quickly before Linna could respond.
"Apparently he is a AI expert, whit advanced knowledge in bio mechanics... general
Genom stuff..." Nene paused for a moment. "This is odd..."
"What." Lina almost whispered. "What is it?"
"He been shuffled around Genom for years, look's like he have not been stationed at
the same place for more then 4 months on end for... At least 4 years." Nene paused
again this time starting to get interested. "This is usually a tactic that genom use to
keep important but 'undesired' personal from gaining support."
"What are you telling me Nene?" Linna asked the more answers she got more
questions arrived.
"Up until a few years Genom definitely didn't care to much about him, to say the
least they kept him on a short leach... and a very tight one as well..." Nene tapped
away at her keyboard. "About 4 years ago there was an accented in Los Angeles,
Malcom was blamed for it, could have been using it as leverage."
Linna frowned. "This got to be a mistake, either that or fake... you make it sound
like he was some for of 'dissident' inside Genom."
"Hate to say it but it sure look's like it... but your right it don't really fit the picture."
Nene raised an eyebrow. "You be careful tomorrow... we have had enough surprises
lately."
Linna swallowed knowing exactly what Nene meant. "Yeah... I got you."
---
Priss starred out the window, completely uninterested in the light that someone was
passing in front of her eyes.
But out of the corner of her eye she caut the sight of a bird sitting in a tree just
outside the window, for a moment it was as if something inside her clicked.
She remembered a pair of great white wings stretching out towards the sky the
exhilarating feeling of free flight and that voice in her head... and something ells a
name.
A name that had stuck to her thoughts while she slowly descended from the darkness
behind her.
A Name that gave her warmth...
"Lee.." Priss said barley even a whisper. "It's... Lee... something."
Priss plinked focusing for a moment. "I could... remember just a..." she snapped to
the side looking at the man beside her. "Who the hell are you!!!"
Reacting out of instinct Priss rushed out of her chair only to realize in terror that her
legs would not support her and she feel over landing hard against the floor.
"EASY... you're in a hospital!" Doctor Ivan Ranich moved to the side reaching out
to help Priss up but she slapped his hands away.
"Get away from me... what have you done to me!!!" Priss fought against the nausea
and the desire to faint as she pulled herself across the floor.
"We found you in the dessert... do you remember? You where dehydrated, you have
been here for just over a month and have been completely unresponsive please don't
strain yourself." Ranich backed away.
Priss took a deep breath the only thing that seemed to come to mind was those great
white wings and the feeling of flight.
"Lee." Ranich asked carefully. "What do you mean by 'Lee?"
Priss eyed him suspiciously but she didn't feel like he was dangerous. "It's a Name...
I think."
Ivan sat down on his knees. "Your name?"
Priss though for a moment, Lee didn't sound familiar in that way but... "I don't
know... Is it?"
"If it's a name you remember... Perhaps..." Ivan smiled. "I'm Doctor Ivan Ranich...
do you know where you are from?"
Thinking for a moment she shock her head...
---
Mackie placed a blanked carefully over his sisters back. "Sleep come to us all." he
said whit a slight smile and looked over at the hard-suit. "She is obsessed whit it." he
said to himself.
"Ironic, don't you think?" Leon's low voice spun Mackie around. "She flew back
from space, only to end up in a desert... while Nene and Linna end up on a tropical
island."
Leon smiled back at him. "I just dumped Nigel upstairs, though I would take a look
at it again."
"Celia think that the moto-slave somehow keep's most of the Hard-suit's system
intact as they became integrated." Mackie looked again at the wings. "There is no
power core any more yet there is still power in it."
Leon didn't say anything, he just watched the suit carefully.
Mackie looked at the floor. "You think Priss is alive?"
Leon turned slowly towards Mackie. "I don't know, in here..." pointed two fingers at
his chest. "It say yes... but in here..." Leon moved his fingers up to his head. "I
'know' she is dead."
Mackie swallowed.
"Never believed in the 'Heart' before..." Leon took a deep breath. "But if it's not true,
if she is really dead... then my mind' will be all that is left as a bury my heart whit
her..." Leon closed his eyes. "It's late..."
"Leon..." Mackie said grasping the large man's arm. "I may not have a 'real' heart...
but I know what you mean, in every logical variation that I have looked at the
situation she is... gone." Mackie closed his eyes but tears started to form. "But I
wont accept that... not after all this..."