Author's Note: Takes place after Freak Nation… you totally have to forget
that Max and Logan were holding hands at the end of Freak Nation.
Disclaimer: Y'all know that I don't own Dark Angel. I'm not on Dark Angel. I don't work for Dark Angel. Dark Angel is owned by a bunch of guys that make more money in a day than I do in a year. So don't sue… cause I don't own anything.
"They're not going anywhere!" The gun holding man yelled, pointing his rifle directly at the two young children.
"Okay, let's be calm about this." Detective Clemente said slowly, raising his own gun at the rifleman.
"No! Damn freak kids started this by stealing from me!" The rifleman shouted. "Now they're going to die."
"What did they steal?" A voice from the surrounding crowd inquired.
"A loaf of bread and some fruit from my market." The rifleman replied, gazing at the small woman in the crowd.
"Here." The woman said. "Twenty bucks cover it?" Rifleman shook his head no. "Thirty, then?" Again, Rifleman shook his head no. "Fifty Dollars, that's my final offer. Take the Fifty and let the kids go."
"They're mutant freaks!" Rifleman yelled. "The only way they're leaving is in a body bag."
"They're just little kids." Max stated coldly. "You can't kill them for stealing."
"They're not little kids!" Rifleman yelled.
"Are you going to do anything here?" Max snapped at Clemente.
"Sir, put the rifle down." Clemente said.
"Screw you!" Rifleman shouted, taking a shot at Clemente.
Faster than you can say howdy… Another shot screamed out from the crowd and connected with the rifle's bullet, knocking it out of Clemente's path. Another shot, Clemente's gun fired at the Rifleman, hitting him in the shoulder and causing him to drop his gun. Max rushed from the crowd to the side of the two young kids and pulled them behind her for safety.
"We need to regroup." One of the kids said.
"Where?" The other replied.
"Go on out to Terminal City." Max said. "Someone there will help you."
The kids took off together, each running toward Terminal City and safety.
"Nice shot." Max said, as the second shooter come out of the crowd.
"Not to shabby, I must say. " Alec smiled as he leaned over and kissed her.
"Mmm." Max murmured as Alec pulled away. "You better follow them to make sure they make it safely."
Chapter One
It's been almost eight months now since we first began this war, Max thought to herself. And still we're hunted like animals in the streets. No one is safe. And more transgenics are pouring in daily. Max stared out at the burning crosses surrounding her new home.
Terminal City…
"What'cha doing?" Alec said, as he approached Max. Her hand instantly reached for his.
"Just thinking." She said. "Eight long months and still nothing. Nothing has changed. These people just want us dead. Things are getting crazy here." Max's voice began to break as tears flowed from her eyes.
"Hey." Alec said softly. "We'll make it. We will. We're strong and we have each other." He grabbed her and held her against his chest, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"I know." She whispered. "It's just that we've lost so many lives and gained so few freedoms."
"I know." Alec said lightly. "But we'll go on. It's what we were made to do."
Meanwhile…
"Do not attempt to adjust your sets, this is an Eyes-Only streaming freedom video, this broadcast cannot be traced, cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city. Tension is running high on Seattle streets these days, as everyone is judged guilty until they can prove they are or are not transgenics. Vigilante crowds have begun mass attacks on transgenics exiting Terminal City on supply runs. It is time now that we, as Americans, put our prejudices aside and help the transgenics. Our tax dollars, our elected officials created these men and women, boys and girls, to fight our wars and protect us from our enemies. Their home base was destroyed and they fled into our city for safety. They've taken care of us for years; it's time we paid them back. This has been an Eyes-Only streaming freedom video. Peace. Out." Logan flipped the switch ending his hack and turned in his chair. He stood and walked to the window, staring at the flaming Xs that filled the night. "Max." He said to himself, "I hope your okay out there."
Back in Terminal City…
"Hey Max!" Mole called, "You in there?" He pushed the make shift door open to reveal Max's room. "We've got a situation." Mole scanned the room quickly and then looked down at the ground. "Sorry." He chuckled.
"It's okay." Alec said, covering he and Max quickly with a sheet. "What's wrong?"
"Got word that a group of X8 and X9 are being held in a facility in Sector Four." Mole said. "Word is that White's on his way there now."
"Let's go." Max said, pulling the sheet from Alec and dashing to her clothes.
"Hey!" Alec shouted, covering himself with a nearby pillow. "We'll be there in a second Mole."
Mole smiled and laughed as he left the room. "Xs!" He said to no one in general.
Sector Four…
"There." Alec said, pointing to a black van. "There's White."
"You take the battle squad and go for White. Keep him busy. We'll go after the kids." Max said. "Mole has the bus parked on the other side of the building."
"We all come out." Alec said, kissing Max good bye.
"Come home to me." Max whispered, holding Alec tightly.
"Promise." Alec said before leaving.
Alec and his team rushed towards White's man, bullets blazing randomly, trained on no one in particular. "Warning shots only." Alec called, "Don't fire at anyone unless they fire at you first." Alec ran along side of another male X5; additional pairs of twos ran side by side, each protecting the second squad led by Max.
"Hurry, hurry, go." Max called as she got people into the facility. "Everyone down, hands on your heads."
The regular workers complied and fell to the ground.
"452." White hissed as he blocked her path.
"Get out of our way White." Max said. "We're here for our family."
White pulled his sidearm forward and cocked the gun preparing to shoot. A young X6 bounded from his spot and tackled White to the floor. The group instantly split as half went for White and half went for the captured children.
Max handcuffed White to the radiator as several transgenics held him at gunpoint. "We're out." A shout came from the back.
"Copy that." Max called, and motioned her squad to begin retreat. "Moving out, mission accomplished." Max said into her headset.
"Copy that." Alec replied through his as he motioned his group to fall back.
"Come on!" Mole called as both teams emerged onto the bus.
"Open fire!" White shouted as gunshots began streaming around the transgenics.
"Return Fire!" Alec called, "Stand your ground. Mole, get them out of here!"
"Mole, go!" Max yelled, climbing back out of the bus. "Split and converge. Surround the enemy!" Max shouted, opening fire on White's men.
Bullets flew and screams were heard as shot continued to be fired. White's men began pulling back as more agents fell to the ground. "Fall back!" Otto shouted. "Agents, fall back."
"No!" White screamed. "To the death men, to the death!"
Gunfire continued to echo through the parking lot as the transgenics and White's FBI agents continued to fight.
"Max!" Alec shouted into his headset. "We're running low on ammo!"
"Start falling back." Max called. "Go, go, go." Max cried as she herded wounded soldiers into an empty warehouse. "Out the back door, come on!" Max shouted.
"Hurry, Lil' Fella!" Joshua screamed, turning over the engine on another bus. "Hurry!"
The soldiers rushed on to the bus as Joshua threw it into gear and drove off.
"Report." Alec barked.
"Mole reports they got back to Terminal City with no problem." A small X8 called from Joshua's side.
"Medical teams?" Max shouted.
"Surveying the wounded now ma'am." A female X6 called. "Doesn't look like anything serious."
"How many did we lose?" Max asked.
"No one." Alec said, placing his arm around her shoulders. "No one was lost. We're all accounted for and mostly standing."
"Mostly." Alec's running partner chuckled. "You aren't the one with a bullet in your knee cap."
"Aah, you complain too much." Alec joked as the other X5 laughed.
"Let me shoot you in the knee and see how it feels." The X5 smirked.
Jam Pony HQ…
"Quiet down!" Normal shouted, raising the volume on the TV.
"Another failed attempt by the FBI to capture the transgenics." A woman reported said. "I'm standing here at the scene where FBI Agent Ames White had prepared a trap for the Terminal City transgenics. A group of transgenic children were rumored to be held in the facility. As a group of these highly trained soldiers stormed in to rescue their children, FBI agents attacked. Unfortunately, the transgenics escaped unharmed and managed to recover the transgenic children. Mr. White, do you care to comment on today's failed capture?"
"Get that camera out of my face!" White barked.
"And there you have it. Stay with us while we bring you more coverage from this scene." The report said.
"Alright, back to work." Normal shouted. "Bip, bip, bip."
"They said unharmed." Cindy said, walking up to Normal and Sketchy. "I'm sure they're okay."
"My boy can take care of himself." Normal said.
"MmHmm." Cindy mumbled. "And I'm sure Max made it out too."
Normal just nodded. "Good kids, those two. We got any runs going out that way?"
"Alec's been handling pickups from here. He's routing a lot of what they need to be delivered to Jam Pony." Sketchy said.
"Who would of thunk it." Cindy said. "Normal and Jam Pony being the underground supplier to the transgenics."
"Hey, they're not that bad." Normal said. "Only human right?"
"Right." Sketchy replied.
"Okay, okay, enough of this mushy bonding crap. Next thing you know you'll be asking me out for a beer." Normal chuckled. "Hot run, Sector 12."
"I've got it." Cindy said, grabbing the package and heading towards the door. "Oh yea, Normal." She called, turning back to the desk. "We'll be at Crash around eight… you should come." She smiled as she left the building.
Sector Twelve…
"Delivery for a Pamela Johnson." Cindy said, as the old woman opened the door.
"Thank you dear." The old woman said. "Here you go." She handed Cindy a ten-dollar tip.
"Thank you!" Cindy said, putting her clipboard away and turning down the front stoop.
"Cindy!" She heard her name called.
"Yea." Cindy replied, head bobbing.
"Hey." Logan said.
"Hey." Cindy replied.
"What's new?" Logan asked, all smiles.
"She hasn't been around much." Cindy replied. "My girl's been busy fighting for her freedom."
"I know." Logan said softly. "But, is she okay?"
"Last I heard, yes." Cindy said. "And according to the news, no one was hurt this morning."
"Tell her I miss her." Logan said.
"I'll pass along the message, but you know that she's…" Cindy stopped short.
"She's what?" Logan demanded.
"She's…" Cindy paused, then added quickly, "been busy."
"Yea." Logan said.
"Well, I've got to get back to work." Cindy said. "Later."
"Bye." Logan said, watching as Cindy turned and left.
Disclaimer: Y'all know that I don't own Dark Angel. I'm not on Dark Angel. I don't work for Dark Angel. Dark Angel is owned by a bunch of guys that make more money in a day than I do in a year. So don't sue… cause I don't own anything.
"They're not going anywhere!" The gun holding man yelled, pointing his rifle directly at the two young children.
"Okay, let's be calm about this." Detective Clemente said slowly, raising his own gun at the rifleman.
"No! Damn freak kids started this by stealing from me!" The rifleman shouted. "Now they're going to die."
"What did they steal?" A voice from the surrounding crowd inquired.
"A loaf of bread and some fruit from my market." The rifleman replied, gazing at the small woman in the crowd.
"Here." The woman said. "Twenty bucks cover it?" Rifleman shook his head no. "Thirty, then?" Again, Rifleman shook his head no. "Fifty Dollars, that's my final offer. Take the Fifty and let the kids go."
"They're mutant freaks!" Rifleman yelled. "The only way they're leaving is in a body bag."
"They're just little kids." Max stated coldly. "You can't kill them for stealing."
"They're not little kids!" Rifleman yelled.
"Are you going to do anything here?" Max snapped at Clemente.
"Sir, put the rifle down." Clemente said.
"Screw you!" Rifleman shouted, taking a shot at Clemente.
Faster than you can say howdy… Another shot screamed out from the crowd and connected with the rifle's bullet, knocking it out of Clemente's path. Another shot, Clemente's gun fired at the Rifleman, hitting him in the shoulder and causing him to drop his gun. Max rushed from the crowd to the side of the two young kids and pulled them behind her for safety.
"We need to regroup." One of the kids said.
"Where?" The other replied.
"Go on out to Terminal City." Max said. "Someone there will help you."
The kids took off together, each running toward Terminal City and safety.
"Nice shot." Max said, as the second shooter come out of the crowd.
"Not to shabby, I must say. " Alec smiled as he leaned over and kissed her.
"Mmm." Max murmured as Alec pulled away. "You better follow them to make sure they make it safely."
Chapter One
It's been almost eight months now since we first began this war, Max thought to herself. And still we're hunted like animals in the streets. No one is safe. And more transgenics are pouring in daily. Max stared out at the burning crosses surrounding her new home.
Terminal City…
"What'cha doing?" Alec said, as he approached Max. Her hand instantly reached for his.
"Just thinking." She said. "Eight long months and still nothing. Nothing has changed. These people just want us dead. Things are getting crazy here." Max's voice began to break as tears flowed from her eyes.
"Hey." Alec said softly. "We'll make it. We will. We're strong and we have each other." He grabbed her and held her against his chest, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"I know." She whispered. "It's just that we've lost so many lives and gained so few freedoms."
"I know." Alec said lightly. "But we'll go on. It's what we were made to do."
Meanwhile…
"Do not attempt to adjust your sets, this is an Eyes-Only streaming freedom video, this broadcast cannot be traced, cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city. Tension is running high on Seattle streets these days, as everyone is judged guilty until they can prove they are or are not transgenics. Vigilante crowds have begun mass attacks on transgenics exiting Terminal City on supply runs. It is time now that we, as Americans, put our prejudices aside and help the transgenics. Our tax dollars, our elected officials created these men and women, boys and girls, to fight our wars and protect us from our enemies. Their home base was destroyed and they fled into our city for safety. They've taken care of us for years; it's time we paid them back. This has been an Eyes-Only streaming freedom video. Peace. Out." Logan flipped the switch ending his hack and turned in his chair. He stood and walked to the window, staring at the flaming Xs that filled the night. "Max." He said to himself, "I hope your okay out there."
Back in Terminal City…
"Hey Max!" Mole called, "You in there?" He pushed the make shift door open to reveal Max's room. "We've got a situation." Mole scanned the room quickly and then looked down at the ground. "Sorry." He chuckled.
"It's okay." Alec said, covering he and Max quickly with a sheet. "What's wrong?"
"Got word that a group of X8 and X9 are being held in a facility in Sector Four." Mole said. "Word is that White's on his way there now."
"Let's go." Max said, pulling the sheet from Alec and dashing to her clothes.
"Hey!" Alec shouted, covering himself with a nearby pillow. "We'll be there in a second Mole."
Mole smiled and laughed as he left the room. "Xs!" He said to no one in general.
Sector Four…
"There." Alec said, pointing to a black van. "There's White."
"You take the battle squad and go for White. Keep him busy. We'll go after the kids." Max said. "Mole has the bus parked on the other side of the building."
"We all come out." Alec said, kissing Max good bye.
"Come home to me." Max whispered, holding Alec tightly.
"Promise." Alec said before leaving.
Alec and his team rushed towards White's man, bullets blazing randomly, trained on no one in particular. "Warning shots only." Alec called, "Don't fire at anyone unless they fire at you first." Alec ran along side of another male X5; additional pairs of twos ran side by side, each protecting the second squad led by Max.
"Hurry, hurry, go." Max called as she got people into the facility. "Everyone down, hands on your heads."
The regular workers complied and fell to the ground.
"452." White hissed as he blocked her path.
"Get out of our way White." Max said. "We're here for our family."
White pulled his sidearm forward and cocked the gun preparing to shoot. A young X6 bounded from his spot and tackled White to the floor. The group instantly split as half went for White and half went for the captured children.
Max handcuffed White to the radiator as several transgenics held him at gunpoint. "We're out." A shout came from the back.
"Copy that." Max called, and motioned her squad to begin retreat. "Moving out, mission accomplished." Max said into her headset.
"Copy that." Alec replied through his as he motioned his group to fall back.
"Come on!" Mole called as both teams emerged onto the bus.
"Open fire!" White shouted as gunshots began streaming around the transgenics.
"Return Fire!" Alec called, "Stand your ground. Mole, get them out of here!"
"Mole, go!" Max yelled, climbing back out of the bus. "Split and converge. Surround the enemy!" Max shouted, opening fire on White's men.
Bullets flew and screams were heard as shot continued to be fired. White's men began pulling back as more agents fell to the ground. "Fall back!" Otto shouted. "Agents, fall back."
"No!" White screamed. "To the death men, to the death!"
Gunfire continued to echo through the parking lot as the transgenics and White's FBI agents continued to fight.
"Max!" Alec shouted into his headset. "We're running low on ammo!"
"Start falling back." Max called. "Go, go, go." Max cried as she herded wounded soldiers into an empty warehouse. "Out the back door, come on!" Max shouted.
"Hurry, Lil' Fella!" Joshua screamed, turning over the engine on another bus. "Hurry!"
The soldiers rushed on to the bus as Joshua threw it into gear and drove off.
"Report." Alec barked.
"Mole reports they got back to Terminal City with no problem." A small X8 called from Joshua's side.
"Medical teams?" Max shouted.
"Surveying the wounded now ma'am." A female X6 called. "Doesn't look like anything serious."
"How many did we lose?" Max asked.
"No one." Alec said, placing his arm around her shoulders. "No one was lost. We're all accounted for and mostly standing."
"Mostly." Alec's running partner chuckled. "You aren't the one with a bullet in your knee cap."
"Aah, you complain too much." Alec joked as the other X5 laughed.
"Let me shoot you in the knee and see how it feels." The X5 smirked.
Jam Pony HQ…
"Quiet down!" Normal shouted, raising the volume on the TV.
"Another failed attempt by the FBI to capture the transgenics." A woman reported said. "I'm standing here at the scene where FBI Agent Ames White had prepared a trap for the Terminal City transgenics. A group of transgenic children were rumored to be held in the facility. As a group of these highly trained soldiers stormed in to rescue their children, FBI agents attacked. Unfortunately, the transgenics escaped unharmed and managed to recover the transgenic children. Mr. White, do you care to comment on today's failed capture?"
"Get that camera out of my face!" White barked.
"And there you have it. Stay with us while we bring you more coverage from this scene." The report said.
"Alright, back to work." Normal shouted. "Bip, bip, bip."
"They said unharmed." Cindy said, walking up to Normal and Sketchy. "I'm sure they're okay."
"My boy can take care of himself." Normal said.
"MmHmm." Cindy mumbled. "And I'm sure Max made it out too."
Normal just nodded. "Good kids, those two. We got any runs going out that way?"
"Alec's been handling pickups from here. He's routing a lot of what they need to be delivered to Jam Pony." Sketchy said.
"Who would of thunk it." Cindy said. "Normal and Jam Pony being the underground supplier to the transgenics."
"Hey, they're not that bad." Normal said. "Only human right?"
"Right." Sketchy replied.
"Okay, okay, enough of this mushy bonding crap. Next thing you know you'll be asking me out for a beer." Normal chuckled. "Hot run, Sector 12."
"I've got it." Cindy said, grabbing the package and heading towards the door. "Oh yea, Normal." She called, turning back to the desk. "We'll be at Crash around eight… you should come." She smiled as she left the building.
Sector Twelve…
"Delivery for a Pamela Johnson." Cindy said, as the old woman opened the door.
"Thank you dear." The old woman said. "Here you go." She handed Cindy a ten-dollar tip.
"Thank you!" Cindy said, putting her clipboard away and turning down the front stoop.
"Cindy!" She heard her name called.
"Yea." Cindy replied, head bobbing.
"Hey." Logan said.
"Hey." Cindy replied.
"What's new?" Logan asked, all smiles.
"She hasn't been around much." Cindy replied. "My girl's been busy fighting for her freedom."
"I know." Logan said softly. "But, is she okay?"
"Last I heard, yes." Cindy said. "And according to the news, no one was hurt this morning."
"Tell her I miss her." Logan said.
"I'll pass along the message, but you know that she's…" Cindy stopped short.
"She's what?" Logan demanded.
"She's…" Cindy paused, then added quickly, "been busy."
"Yea." Logan said.
"Well, I've got to get back to work." Cindy said. "Later."
"Bye." Logan said, watching as Cindy turned and left.