AUTHOR: Kari Jo
EMAIL: holly@members.limitless.org
SUMMARY: Midnight in Seattle.
RATING: We'll stick with PG.
CATEGORY: Let's leave it a mystery, shall we?
ARCHIVE: Lists, my site (http://www.limitless.org/~holly/), others just ask. I'm easy.
FEEDBACK: Privately please, and constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged.
THANKS: To Andariel for beta'ing this for me. You are so awesome!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first DA fic, and my first story written in this style.
DISCLAIMER: Fox, Cameron, Eglee, and other rich people/corporations.Ê Not me.
Careful now. Cautious. Slowly creeping, slowly feeling. Almost there. The light from the room grows brighter. Two more steps, one, then a sound. Freeze. Melt into the wall. Become one with the darkness. Do not be seen, do not be caught. Rushing feet, soft voice. " Damn those dirty cops," it mutters. A woman, on her way to her 'borrowed' apartment, oblivious to the danger only inches from her.
She is gone now. Reach for the doorknob. Locked. Damn. Fumble around for a blade, right pocket?--no, left. Below the gun. A soft click precedes the metallic gleam of the knife in the moonlight. One quick motion, and the door is unlocked; another and it opens.
The apartment is small and dark, but it means nothing. Eyes that can see in the blackest night pick out the door frame leading to her room. Cross the threshold, still silent. She lies curled up on the bed, asleep. She must be truly exhausted to need rest. The blade, still open, picks up an errant moonbeam, flashing it across her face, her beautiful face.
She stirs. Damn. Move out, leave,abandon mission. The offending knife drops to the ground, falling soundlessly on the carpet. Run; do not be seen, do not be caught. The hallway provides sanctuary, but only for a moment. Sensing something, she comes to the door.
Become one with the wall. Do not move a muscle. Make no sound. She looks to the right and to the left, but sees only darkness. "Anyone there?" Don't answer. A perplexed look crosses her face. She shakes her head. Perhaps she believes there was nothing there at all. "'Night." The door closes with a soft click. Run from the building, relieved she suspects nothing. Start the bike, pull on the helmet. Speed off into the night, searching for another soldier, another sibling. But Max is anything but a sibling, to you, isn't she, Zack?
