Disclaimer: James Cameron and Charles Eglee had the original idea for this story

Disclaimer: James Cameron and Charles Eglee had the original idea for this story. But I have added new characters and written a new story, but it still isn't enough so I have to give credit where credit is due. Thank you James and Chuck, because of you I am able to show off my weird personality.

Outside Territories 7

Expected Infiltrators

All right, today I can see how my baby sister is doing, and Zack, the loner, thought Zane as he was picking up a soda from down the hall at a vending machine. He was thirsty, it was ten in the morning and Tara was still asleep, with Zakk cuddled up right beside her. Mutt has all the luck, thought Zane as he went back to his room when he heard some rustling in his room. Good, Tara is up; maybe I can finally watch some TV. He walked into the room to find to people dressed in black, one was a girl whom he did not recognize and the other was wearing a motorcycle helmet. Zane thinking too quickly lunged at the person in the helmet while kicking the girl in stomach. After knocking the man in the motorcycle down, he grabbed the shotgun and pointed it at the girl. "Who the hell do you think you are?" yelled Zane. All of a sudden, he saw Zakk go and lick the girl's hand; the girl was staring at him in disbelief.

"Ahem, Zane? Hi, you may not remember me but I am your sister, Max," explained Max.

"Max?" exclaimed Zane with surprise.

"Huh? What is going on?" inquired Tara as she got up on one elbow.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I thought you were a burglar or something," explained Zane. "Where is Zack?"

"Look under your foot," she said as she pointed to his foot, which was pressed on the biker's neck.

"Oh hello there," said Zane.

"Hello yourself" wheezed Zack, rubbing his throat.

"Guess this is not a very good first introduction," said Zane. "I am so sorry Max."

"It's okay," said Max. "It's not as if you hit me hard enough for me to be hurt."

"How about me?" asked Zack.

"Oh I knew it was you all along, I just wanted to hurt you," explained Zane.

"Is this what you do to people who come bearing gifts?" asked Zack pointing to a bag on the bed next to Tara.

"Thank you Zack, wow, so Max, how's it been. Christ, what have you been doing lately?" asked Zane enthusiastically.

"I deliver parcels by mail, I help fight evil with a man in a wheelchair, I have a slut, a lesbian, a Rastafarian and a Weasel for a friend, and I kick Manticore butt every now and then. So you now, nothing special." said Max as Zane's Jaw dropped.

"You have a friend who is a lesbian?" asked Zane.

"Men, freak out when men are gay but mention a lesbian, and nothing else in the world matters much to them," said Max.

"Do not be discouraged Max, I have been working on him, I'll make him a proper man yet," said Tara.

"I'm not sure you can change the world, so you must be Tara right?" asked Max holding out her hand.

"Yes I am and it is a pleasure to finally meet the both of you. Zane you were right, they do make the X5's gorgeous," said Tara as both Max and Zack blushed.

"Ok, please to be not falling in love with them, unless of course you're talking about Max. Then I will be tolerant and be able to watch," said Zane, who was flung against the wall by Max and beaten over the head by Tara. "Joking, I was joking, c'mon, don't you have a sense of humor?"

"Tara, whatever you do to him, it will not be too soon," said Max.

"That is for sure," said Tara. Zack just stood there, not even attempting to speak for fear that any word that pop out of his mouth would result in him being assaulted by Max and Tara. Zakk walked over and started licking Max's hand. "Isn't he adorable," Tara inquired.

"He is so cute, is this your dog?" asked Max to Tara.

"No, under the strict definition Zakk belongs to Zane, but Zakk loves me much more," Tara explained.

"Zack, you named your dog after him?" asked Max to Zane, Max was pointing to Zack who sat on the bed, insulted.

"Actually, that is Zakk, with two k's and no c, and that is after my favorite guitarist, Zakk Wylde. But I must add, that Zack, the X5, does look like a dog," Zane added. Zack shot him a look, both girls just laughed.

"So what are we doing here? Let's go eat something," Zane suggested.

"Ok, where are we going, and what will transportation be like?" asked Zack.

"I figure we could all go in the Ford Explorer I borrowed, it can fit all of us, so you and Max don't have to follow on your bikes. Speaking of which, I have seen Zack's but I have never seen yours," said Zane.

"How do you even now I drive a bike?" asked Max. "I could've ridden here on the same bike as…alright, I guess it would be stupid to suggest that I rode on the same bike as Zack."

"Is it take shots at Zack day, or am I just lucky to have siblings like you?" asked Zack.

"Hey you said it yourself, we're siblings, and as siblings, we have to annoy each other," explained Max.

"Really, I don't see that rule anywhere," said Zack.

"It's a unspoken law, more like common sense," said Max.

" I see, well let's grab breakfast, I am not sure how much more of this logic I can take," said Zack.

"Aiight Boo," said Max.

"Boo?" asked Zane, but Zack signaled to him from behind Max not to ask. They went in search of a restaurant that would cater to their brunch needs. Tara told Zack, Zane and Max of the time she went to brunch with her father, it was a buffet, something that restaurants never touch anymore because of the lack of produce and how expensive it was. Zane saw a place called "Chez Cora," as they entered they saw a strange décor. From all around, there were plastic chickens; hay and wooden boxes all cluttered along the side of the walls. That sat at a table close to the wall opposite the doorway and looked over at the menu. "Hey Zack, race you to finish the Gargantuan."

"You're on, what is it?" asked Zack.

"Two eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, Melon and a bowl of beans, plus free refills of coffee," said Zane.

"Yuck, if you guys manage to eat all of that, I'll be with you in the bathroom," said Tara.

"What is it with men and competition?" asked Max.

"You seem to have a lot of questions towards this gender. I hope you realize that you women aren't easy to comprehend either," replied Zane.

"We certainly don't do the weird things you boys do, what is it with that need to compete," asked Max.

"We feel that we aren't better then anyone else, then we have a weakness and the person who beat us could exploit that weakness. But we need to know what we are good at, at least I do," explained Zane.

"I see, so it is just your bravado," said Max.

"Right, ok, what is it about girls and all these sentimental stuff. Why do you have to have an anniversary for every occasion, the first date I can understand. But the first day you move in to a house together, the first time you kissed, what is up with all that stuff?" asked Zane.

"For someone who has never dated, you sure seem to know a lot about dating," commented Tara.

"I observe, it's close enough," said Zane.

"I see, until you start dating, maybe then we will explain. But it should become clear when you start, if not, you are a moron," said Max.

"Ooh, dems fighting words," exclaimed Zane. "Hey Zack, you have hardly said a word man, I didn't crush your larynx did I?"

"No, I just can't find the appropriate conversation in which I could join in," said Zack.

"Well speak up man, I am beginning to forget what voice sounds like," said Zane.

"I would be thankful for that," said Max.

"Cute," replied Zack.

"Good day and welcome to Chez Cora, my name is mofo, how may I serve you?" asked the waiter with all the enthusiasm of road kill until he laid eyes on Max. "Hello there," said mofo to Max.

"Um hi," said Max with a quizzical expression on her face.

"How may I serve you?" he asked with a bright smile. "We have a fresh load of cantaloupe and our chef is a whiz with the crepes."

"I think I will have that thank you," said Max with a smile.

"There will be a complimentary fruit salad with that," said mofo.

"I will have that as well," said Tara.

"Ok," said mofo.

"My friend and I will have the Gargantuan," said Zane.

"Ok, I will be back with your coffee, three house blends and one Colombian for the gorgeous one," said mofo.

"Thank you," said Tara.

"Not you, the one in the outstanding leather outfit," said mofo pointing to Max.

"Umm, thanks," said Max a little disturbed. "That guy creeps me out."

"Max you have a fan, maybe if you let him touch your breasts, we would get to eat for free," Zane suggested. Max then got up, walked behind Zane, pulled the chair out from under him, and then pinned him to the floor with it.

"One more comment like that, and you lose something precious," said Max.

"Ok," said Zane a little stunned. Max then got off her chair and sat back down in her chair beside Zack. Zane got up and sat down, maybe I got a little too carried away, maybe I should really watch it. I don't think Max appreciated it. "Sorry about that Max, I guess I get a little excited when I meet a sibling."

"Apology will be accepted, but you have to fill my bike up with gas in order for me to respond to you. If you neglect to do so, I will have one of my friends create a record for you and falsify your already falsified records."

"Max's 'friend' as she put it can do that," Zack reassuring Zane.

"Not you too," said Max.

"Hey, what can I say, it's so apparent that a blind man could see it," said Zack.

"Whatever, I refuse to get in a debate with you over this. Ah good, here comes our food," said Max as she looked over at mofo who was bringing the plates of food.

"Here are the two Gargantuans for the men, and the crepes and fruit salad for the ladies. And here is the Colombian blend," said mofo as he passed along the food.

"Thank you," said Max.

"Anytime gorgeous," said mofo as he winked at her. That made Max uncomfortable, but it also made her hysterical with laughter. She held back her laughter, but the sight of mofo doing all those stupid things made her laugh. "He could be cute, but that was just too funny."

"I would never sink that low," said Zack.

"We will never know since you will never date," said Zack.

"Unlike you, my priority is not fun, it is too keep you from screwing up, which is what you will do if you continue to live in Seattle," said Zack.

"The whole point of getting out of Manticore, was to live a normal and free life. I am not going to spend my life in the shadows avoiding everything. We had friends at least in Manticore, if I lived like you do, Manticore would have already won, you might as well go back there. I appreciate the concern, but don't tell me not to enjoy myself, I am where I want to be and I am not going to let you take it away from me with your paranoid bullshit," said Max.

"Fine," said Zack.

"Finished," said Zane as he wiped his face with his napkin. His plate was clean, only a few streaks of yolk and sauce from the beans were left on his plate. His knife and fork conveniently placed in the 4:20 position.

"Oh c'mon, I was having a conversation. This proves nothing," said Zack.

"Except you're both gluttons," said Tara.

"Touché," said Zane. They finally finished off their meal; Max had to threaten mofo to keep him at bay after chasing after her. They piled back into Zane's car, Zane forgot to upload some MP3's from the radio so he just left the radio on. XFM was playing more oldies; Zane had to laugh listening to the roster that the 1990's had to offer. Foo Fighters, Rage Against the Machine, Suicidal Tendencies, and Limp Bizkit. They were playing a song called "Territorial Pissing" by Nirvana. It had a horrible name, but he thought the song was pretty cool, he was glad he was recording on MP3 form, once retro week let out, he was going to smash his head through a wall. With the awful sounds that were produced with Sitar's and Synthesizers, topped with pretentious lyrics about the Totalitarian system related to religion or some other bullshit like that. Zane reached the hotel, and they went inside to watch TV. Unfortunately for Zane and Zack, they did become a little ill from the food, not even their souped up DNA could prevent them from feeling like crap after they had let their food sit for a while.

"Give me that Taser will you," said Mark to the driver of a Hummer. Mark had the misfortune of having his car stolen by some common thief, fortunately he had a remote detonator button on his key chain. He used it, he later heard that day where in a freak accident a car on the Trans-Canadian, where a car suddenly exploded on the highway. The driver handed Mark the Taser, then saluted Mark and drove back to the barracks. Mark had finally finished the tedious task of organizing the barracks for optimal efficiency, he had worked for twenty hours straight, he had a hard time thinking straight as he stood in the elevator waiting for it to go up. He then realized that he hasn't even pushed a button and that he was leaning against the doors. He pushed the button to his floor. It rose too fast for him, he felt as if he would sink into the bottom floor of the elevator. As he got out, he decided to get a can of coke and lie on the side of the wall opposite the vending machine. He felt more refreshed as he sipped his coke. Just then he heard a voice coming from the hallway.

"No one wants anything, all right," said the voice. It was familiar, almost as if it had meaning. The figure then came in front of him; it's the X5. "Nice barcode."

"Huh, oh yeah, thanks, I was a huge Slipknot fan," said Zane who then turned back to the machine to put his coins in.

"So was I," said Mark who then raised his Taser up at Zane and shot him in the back. Zane yelled in agony as the pitons lodged into his spine, the volts from the Taser were strong enough that he started to convulse, as he crumpled onto the floor.

I hope you enjoyed that, I am trying to pull a Blackwolf in order to make you come back for more. I hope you enjoy this and I hope to have some more soon.