Author: Me! Chrissy. Aka Eyes Only

Rating: I wasn't really sure where it should go. This chapter is fine, next one has a bit of swearing.

Summery: Max didn't escape with Zack and the others that night. Years later she's been sent by Manticore to round up the rouge x5's.. who are living the life she's missed out on.

Spoilers: Defiantly the first episode, which I'm hoping you've all watched. If you're a hard-core fan, you'll figure out most of the dialogue (Logan's anyway) is original.

Feedback: Please! I love it. Even if it's bad.

Author's note: This is my first Dark Angel fan fic, so be kind.

Disclaimer: You all know I don't own anything to do with Dark Angel. If I did.. I wouldn't be sitting here writing about it. (

Max crouched atop a roof, her keen eyes searching the darkened streets. Her enhanced vision, being able to see in the dark, confirmed what she already knew. Her target was not in sight. Not that she really expected it to be. The recon she'd done that day had confirmed her target did not frequent this place often, it was only a matter of time before it showed up.

She settled into wait, being alert, but relaxed at the same time.

It was dark atop the building, the clubhouse below label 'Crash' the only source of light for a few miles. She knew that people in this godforsaken world would be drawn to it, like bees to honey.

The movement of people in and out of Crash was constant, yet her target did not show up. Hours past, yet the battled trained solider kept vigilance, until the club closed it's doors. The movement in the street below stoped, and Max was forced to hole up for the day, to await her target.

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Logan Cale stood, gun in hand, pointed at a young woman before him. His bodyguard lay unconscious on the floor, and the woman before him didn't seem the least be fazed by the gun. Not that he could blame her, after the way he'd watched her take out the ex-cop.

Then he noticed the statue in her hand. "Put it down! Now!"

The woman slowly dropped the statue, still not the least bit worried. Still with his gun trained on the woman, Logan turned his head to a woman and child, huddled on a bed, "Lauren...you and Sophy okay?"

The woman, Lauren nodded, "Yeah...we're okay."

Logan turned back to this bodyguard, "Peter?"

"If he's the guy on the floor," the girl spoke up, smiling, "He's a little sore, give him a minute."

"You're a thief?" Logan lowered the gun.

She shrugged, "How else do I get paid?"

"Thank God." Logan relaxed visibly.

The woman's eyes narrowed, "Your serious?"

"I was expecting someone else."

"Ah huh.I guess it wasn't the guy delivering flowers."

"We're just a little tense right now." He picked up the statue she was trying to steal, "You have good taste. French, 1920s, a tribute to Chitarus."

"Who ever that was."

"Oh what, you liked it 'cause it was shinny?"

"No, because it's the statue of Bast, an Egyptian goddess. Eye of Ra, destroyer, protector, avenger. Giver of life who lives forever. She who comprehends all goddesses."

The bodyguard, Peter, emerged suddenly with gun in hand.

"Stay back Peter." Logan warned him, "Securities on it's way."

"As much as I'd love to stay." The woman started to back off, "I havta go."

As the building security entered the room, the woman jumped out the window escaping, and Logan watched, opened mouth.

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Max, still on the rooftop, watched as her target moves into the bar, flanked by another. Allowing herself a satisfied grin, she prepared herself, but made no move. The night wore on, and she continued to surveillance the place, keeping a close eye on the door for her target. Then she saw her target walking out with a male, one Max recalled entering the building not 5 minutes ago. She followed them, keeping close to the shadows, her enhanced hearing picking up their conversation.

"How did you find me?" the girl asked.

"Wasn't hard." He replied.

"But why?"

"You know who I am, where I live. I figured I'd better find out who I'm dealing with in case you were looking to hurt me." He didn't really seem as concerned as his sentence implied.

"So now you've found me. How'd I do?"

"Too early to tell."

Max continued to follow them, until a hoverdrome sent the girl running off. Max, paying no attention to the male, followed her target, keeping close behind her as she lead her back to her house. As her target walked inside the building, Max climbed the wall, and met her at her own floor. With perfect timing, Max leapt into the window just as her target was walking past, throwing them both to the floor. Grunting, but with lighting fast reflexes, her target threw Max off her, and they both came to their feet in a defensive pose.

The girls eyes narrow, and she stared at Max for a long moment, "Max?" she said finnaly.

"Thought I'd forgotten you Tinga?" Max threw herself at her ex-sibling, delivering a head numbing punch, which Tinga avoided. She lashed out with her leg, which Max caught, twisting the older sister who landed on her back.

"You've been out of the game too long." Max sneered, kicking Tinga hard in the ribs. Tinga grunted again, rolling herself over and then on to her feet, again taking on the defensive pose. Max flipped forwards, and attacked with her leg, sending Tinga crashing against the far wall. Tinga stood, and Max walked over to stand before her, ready to fight.

Tinga went to punch Max in the face, who blocked, then again in the stomach. The fast pace fight went on, both woman trading blows, blocking more often then hitting.

A clicking noise brought both women to a halt, their attention centred on the door. The noise stopped, and Max, not as curious as Tinga, turned back and smacked the other woman, sending her crashing to the ground. Max quickly bent over her, taking out a syringe and a bottle. Throwing off the wrapper, she looked up startled as the door flew open.

Logan, the man from the bar before, stood up, lock picking tools still in hand, surprise clearly evident on his face to see a woman crouched over another, who's lip had started to bleed, syringe in hand.

The distraction was all Tinga needed, who delivered a blow to Max with her leg. Max stumbled back, and Tinga did a flip to stand up. She jumped up, kicking out with one leg, which smacked Max directly on the face, then flipped around, kicking her in succession with the other leg. Max went down, and stayed down.

Not even breathing hard, Tinga, with a glance at Logan, walked over to Max, taking the syringe out of her hand and reading the bottle label. "Flurazepam." She said softly.

"Sedative." Logan supplied, still watching them, "What did she want?"

"Me." Tinga replied, then, without pause, pushed the syringe into the bottle, filling it up, then pushed it into Max's arm, sliding the drug into her system.

"Is that wise?" Logan asked, still standing at the doorway.

Tinga stood, "It'll give me time to figure out what to do with her." She glanced at Logan, "What are you doing in my apartment?" she frowned, "You've got some nerve."

"Me? You're the one who tried to rip my place off."

"I steal things in order to sell them for money.. But some guy breaking into a girls apartment is warped."

"Warped?"

"Warped."

"I came to bring you a present." Logan held out the statue she had tried to steal before.

"And am I suppose to thank you?"

"It wouldn't be inappropriate."

Max on the floor moaned, and Tinga bent down to grab her arms. As she did, her hair fell forwards, and Logan caught site of the barcode on the back of her neck. He frowned, then followed her into her bedroom as she dragged Max along. As Tinga handcuffed Max, Logan walked over to her dresser, where he notices a bottle with a few white pills in it.

"Is she one of the others?" he asked, as casually as he could.

Tinga's head snapped up, "The others?" she echoed.

"The ones like you."

"You've lost me." Tinga looked nervous and got up, walking back into the living room.

"Tinga." The tone of his voice made her stop, "First I watch you take out my bodyguard, a 250 pound ex-cop, and then I come in here to find you fighting combat with a girl your own age."

"I kick ass. A girls gotta to survive out here."

"Then I found these." Logan held up the bottle he'd found on the dresser, "I know who you are Tinga. The barcode on the back of your neck. I know who your running from." He pointed behind him, back to the bedroom where Max was handcuffed, "And I'll bet that statue she's from Manticore, come to bring you and the other twelve back."

"Twelve?" Tinga turned to face him.

Logan nodded.

"I never knew." She walked back into the bedroom, staring at Max, "She was part of my group, x5. The night we escape, she wouldn't come. She stayed behind when the rest of us got separated. I'd avoided them this long, I thought they'd give up."

"Manticore has sent a dozen out like her. I've got reports of a special op. hunting down certain individuals." Logan stood directly behind her; she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

"They won't go back without a fight."

"They won't have a choice."



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