Spoilers~ This chapter is taken from the episode I and I am a Camera, with
my own little adjustments. It might be hard to follow unless you've seen
the ep.
Disclaimer~ This is all for fun! I don't own any of the Dark Angel characters, and making no profit from any of this. Just hoping to keep a few people occupied till they get to watch Dark Angel again. : D
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6 months later, Logan sat in front of his computer, the screen full of pictures of different people, taken from police files. Under half the names the word, deceased, is scrawled.
Logan sighed, leaning back in his chair, then rubbed tired eyes behind his glasses. The silence in the empty house was almost deafening, and Logan had spent the last 12 hours trying to figure out how these recent parolee's had died. Now he knew. His phone rang, making him jump.
"Logan." He said, wondering who on earth would be calling him in the middle of the night.
"Ah, Junior." The familiar voice on the other end made Logan roll his eyes, trying hard not to sound to disappointed.
"Uncle Jonas."
"Make this quick junior, I'm a busy man."
"I can imagine." Logan said under his breath, then straightened up, "Remember I told you of those people dieing in Seattle. Without any witnesses. They were killed by hoverdrones."
"Those are pretty serious allegations junior. You not saying I had anything to do with it."
"No, but you do build custom for outside buyers right?"
"With gun turrets? I think that would have thrown up a few flags down in purchasing. Our entire company is built on the idea that hoverdrones protect people. You publish some half-assed yarn it's going to drive away business."
"I won't publish anything I can't prove, but people are dying. And if this gets into the wrong hands." Logan trailed off.
"I'll look into it." Jonas promised, then ended the conversation quickly.
Logan sighed, hanging up his phone. Doing business with his uncle was never much fun. He walked over to a draw, where a security photo of Max lay. She was looking away from the camera, couched down, her head bent so her hair fell down the side of her face. The camera had caught the first few numbers of her barcode, 332960-. He stared at the picture, unsure why he was so drawn to it. He wanted to find her. He tried to convince himself it was so he could keep tabs on her. A genetically engineered killer running loose wasn't exactly a warm thought, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his head. She was out there somewhere, and he wouldn't stop until he had a change to talk to her again.
A few nights later, Max lay on her stomach, listening through a glass roof two men deep in conversation.
"Target practice is almost over. The facial recognition technology is working perfectly. We're going to be able to market a stealth technology that can track down and eliminate anyone anywhere...from a photograph. A month from now, we can just sit back and let the bids roll in."
Max let a satisfied smile creep onto her lips. It had taken her almost a month, but she had finally tracked down the owner of the killer hoverdrones. Manticore wanted the technology, and she'd been sent to retrieve it. Suddenly her head snapped up, and she watched as a drone flew down beside her, then continued down the side of the building. Looking into the room, she watched as Jonas was killed, shot multiple times in the chest with twin 45-caliber automatics. She sighed. The man had done a deal with the devil, and now he'd paid the price.
The other man in the room didn't even blink, walking over to a stand and picked up a photograph. Max used her enhanced vision to see who it was of.
Logan.
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Great? Bad? More coming I promise. PLEASE review.
Disclaimer~ This is all for fun! I don't own any of the Dark Angel characters, and making no profit from any of this. Just hoping to keep a few people occupied till they get to watch Dark Angel again. : D
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6 months later, Logan sat in front of his computer, the screen full of pictures of different people, taken from police files. Under half the names the word, deceased, is scrawled.
Logan sighed, leaning back in his chair, then rubbed tired eyes behind his glasses. The silence in the empty house was almost deafening, and Logan had spent the last 12 hours trying to figure out how these recent parolee's had died. Now he knew. His phone rang, making him jump.
"Logan." He said, wondering who on earth would be calling him in the middle of the night.
"Ah, Junior." The familiar voice on the other end made Logan roll his eyes, trying hard not to sound to disappointed.
"Uncle Jonas."
"Make this quick junior, I'm a busy man."
"I can imagine." Logan said under his breath, then straightened up, "Remember I told you of those people dieing in Seattle. Without any witnesses. They were killed by hoverdrones."
"Those are pretty serious allegations junior. You not saying I had anything to do with it."
"No, but you do build custom for outside buyers right?"
"With gun turrets? I think that would have thrown up a few flags down in purchasing. Our entire company is built on the idea that hoverdrones protect people. You publish some half-assed yarn it's going to drive away business."
"I won't publish anything I can't prove, but people are dying. And if this gets into the wrong hands." Logan trailed off.
"I'll look into it." Jonas promised, then ended the conversation quickly.
Logan sighed, hanging up his phone. Doing business with his uncle was never much fun. He walked over to a draw, where a security photo of Max lay. She was looking away from the camera, couched down, her head bent so her hair fell down the side of her face. The camera had caught the first few numbers of her barcode, 332960-. He stared at the picture, unsure why he was so drawn to it. He wanted to find her. He tried to convince himself it was so he could keep tabs on her. A genetically engineered killer running loose wasn't exactly a warm thought, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his head. She was out there somewhere, and he wouldn't stop until he had a change to talk to her again.
A few nights later, Max lay on her stomach, listening through a glass roof two men deep in conversation.
"Target practice is almost over. The facial recognition technology is working perfectly. We're going to be able to market a stealth technology that can track down and eliminate anyone anywhere...from a photograph. A month from now, we can just sit back and let the bids roll in."
Max let a satisfied smile creep onto her lips. It had taken her almost a month, but she had finally tracked down the owner of the killer hoverdrones. Manticore wanted the technology, and she'd been sent to retrieve it. Suddenly her head snapped up, and she watched as a drone flew down beside her, then continued down the side of the building. Looking into the room, she watched as Jonas was killed, shot multiple times in the chest with twin 45-caliber automatics. She sighed. The man had done a deal with the devil, and now he'd paid the price.
The other man in the room didn't even blink, walking over to a stand and picked up a photograph. Max used her enhanced vision to see who it was of.
Logan.
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Great? Bad? More coming I promise. PLEASE review.
