WHAT IF?
By Sarah
Disclaimers: I don't own Dark Angel or anything related to it, doesn't life suck! And I don't own the dialogue form the first episode that you might recognize.
What if Max's mom had escaped Manticore with Max? What if Max
grew up knowing Original Cindy and Kendra? What if Max's mom
hadn't named Max, "Max," but something different. What if Logan
wanted to find this Manticore "orphan." Here's their story...
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"Mom, Kendra's here! Be back at one," Cassandra hug-
ged her mom. "I love you!" said the 17 year old girl as she ran
out to join her friend.
"Love ya," her mom yelled back at her before turning
back to the dinner she was preparing for herself and Hannah, a friend.
"Cass, you have got to learn to be on time," Kendra re-
marked. "We ain't got all day."
"Kendra, we got all night to PARTY!" Cassandra retorted
as they made their way downtown to celebrated the end of their
senior year.
"Girl, first, we've got to do somethin' about your hair,"
Kendra said, dragging her friend into the hair salon her mother
owned.
"No, no way! I don't do short hair, or layered hair, or pulled back hair or..." Cassandra stopped as an idea formed in her head. "What about highlights? Can your mom do highlights?"
"We don't have time for highlights," Kendra pouted.
"Well then, we don't have time for anything. So let's keep
moving," Cassandra pulled her friend down the street. They
continued chatting about different things that high school girls
seem to think is so important.
"Hey, Ken, you go and meet Cindy, I'll catch up with you in a bit," Cassandra smiled at her friend, not letting her in on the fact that she had just heard some shouting.
"Whatev', I know you do your own thang anyway. Just don't be long," Kendra hurried off to find Cindy.
Cassandra slowly approached the alley where the shouting
had occurred. She slowly peaked around the corner and let her
eyes adapt to the distance. She saw two men arguing, the closer
one about four body guards and the other man had no one.
He seemed to be in trouble. She slowly approached and giving a
silent apology to her mom, went into full awareness mode. Her
attention was focused on one of the body guards, he seemed to be
fiddling with a gun. She crept around until she was certain she knew what was going on.
She approached the men directly this time, "I'm kinda hopin' one of ya guys knew how to get to that new bar down town, I seemed to have gotten lost." She batted her eyes like there was no tomorrow,and pouted so hard she thought her mouth would be sore tomorrow.
"Which one?" one of the body guards asked, obviously one
familiar with the bar crowd.
"Oh, that really new one down town, I think it's called Crash,"she made the universal damsel in distress face.
"Sure Babe, I can show ya how to get there, let's step onto
the street," the body guard with the gun gestured out into the street. Cassandra followed him, but not before making sure she caught the lone man's eyes. Once out in the street, Cassandra knocked him out with one blow to the temple; then, she ran back to the alley.
"Hey, one of you boys, I think somethin' is wrong with your
friend, he just collapsed," Cassandra really tried to look scared,
not easy for her, but she was an actress.
The lead guy pointed to two of the guards, the bar scene
guy and a medium sized guy, "You two, go, I've got some business
to deal with."
"We turned the corner, here, and suddenly he just passed
out," Cassandra said, right before she hit one guy, knocking him flat. The bar scene guy turned to look at her as his partner hit the ground.
"What the he-" he was cut off with two blows to the head and a kick. Cassandra then snuck back into the alley.
"I said I wanted to know where your father kept the reports, ya gonna tell me, or does Tiner have to get mad," the leader of the group asked.
"I don't know where my father kept those reports, I guess
he took them to the grave you made for him," the second man said.
He was tall, about 6'2", dark blonde hair, blue eyes, probably would be called FINE!, at least if Kendra was talking.
"Don't bullshit me, Boy," he spit the word out like a curse,
"I know you know, and I'll do anything to get those reports. Tiner,
get mad. Real mad," the man took a step back.
"Damn, if there's one thing I hate, it's a man whose to co-
wardly to hit a man himself. Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
intervene, and don't bother calling those "assistants" of yours, it'll
be awhile 'til they wake," Cassandra took a step out, calling atten-
tion to herself.
"Tiner, take care of the girl, Mr. Cale will still be here," the
man took a step forward. Tiner nodded and made his way towards
this young woman.
"You made a mistake, Girl," he said, looking like he was about to pick her up.
"Hate to break it to ya, *Tiner*, but this ain't gonna work,"
and with that, Cassandra side-stepped the much larger man and proceeded to kick his ass, simply knocking this one out wasn't good enough.
(A fight scene that would make Cameron proud ensues.)
"What are you, Bit-" Cassandra cut Tiner off with a final blow to the jaw.
"I always hated that word," she turned to face the leader. "I think you should analyze this: you're all alone, I just took out four of your body guards, and I won't hesitate to take you out, in a much slower, more painful way. Just for your own enjoyment. I mean, you seem to enjoy pain *so* much," she drew out the words.
"Count your blessings, Cale," and with that, the man tried to walk out the alley.
"Then again," she began, and tripped him, kicking him slightly below the belt, on his way down. He didn't move. "You okay?" she asked the blonde-haired man.
"Couldn't be better, Miss--" the man left the question in the air.
"Cassandra, after the oracle no one believed, also believed to be a tricker of men," Cassandra stuck her hand out, pushing her hair back. "And you are?"
"Logan, Logan Cale," he shook her hand. "Hey, what can I do to thank you?"
"Just don't talk about it, Mr. Cale," Cassandra walked away
"Thank you, again," the words fell on deaf ears. Logan Cale watched as a beautiful figure dressed in black walked out of the alley, but not before he caught something on her neck. "What the?" he muttered.
"Cale, don't think this is the end," the man on the ground said.
"Don't worry, Lydecker, I don't think this is the end," Logan walked out of the alley.
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*Crash*
"Girl, ya gotta tell Original Cindy what just went down, 'cause I hate to say it, Boo, butcha look like somethan' the sick cat brought in," Original Cindy quickly consoled her best friend.
"It was nottin', I just helped an old lady who fell down. A big, old lady," Cassandra quickly countered. Much as she loved her, this was none of her Boo's business.
"Whatever ya say, but no big, ol' lady makes my boo look all hot and bothered," Original Cindy responded, her lips pursing into her 'I know all 'bout what you ain't saying' look.
"Where's Ken?" Cassandra asked to get the heat off of her.
"Found some hot, young stud. Personally, I think this bar is a little dry of the finer flavor," Original looked at her nails, a totally disinterested look on her face.
"What 'bout that red-haired babe in the corner?" Cassandra gestured towards a lithe redhead next to the bar.
"Ya mean da one that's been checkin' out Sketchy all night?"
"Really?" Cassandra made a face.
"Yeah, trust me, Cass, my beacon is either broken or broad-
casting all the wrong signals," both of them scanned the bar.
"Hey girls," a tall dark-haired man said, sliding up behind
them, "I was wondering if I could interest ya'll in a drink?"
"Don't think so," Cass's voice was harsh.
"Don't even look at me, I ain't inta your flavor." Original Cindy walked over to the bar, looking for someone to give a little sugar to.
"Come on, Baby. Just a quick blow," he said, noncharmingly.
"What?" Cass turned to look at him.
"I said-"
"No, I heard whacha said, and I admit 'What?' was a rather culturally standard understatement, what I meant to say was- I don't think so."
"Some girls like it when I talk dirty to them," he said, tracing her jaw.
"Some girls like for guys to take a crap on them, I ain't either one of those girls," she replied, pissed.
"I love the things that are comin' out of your dirty, little mouth," he said, moving his hand to the back of her neck.
"To hell witcha," Cass kneed him and dumped O.C.'s drink on him. She stormed off. She nearly collided with a tall, well built man. "What is it with blondes today?"
"Excuse me," the tall man weaved his way around her. Every nerve in her body warned her that danger was coming.
"Alright, everybody listen up," a loud voice roared. Cass cringed, her hearing was better than most. "I'm lookin' for a of couple people, I need everybody to lift their hair off their necks."
Cass went white, she looked at the man whose voice was being amplified. It was the man from the alley. "Shit," she turned quickly, and saw the well-built man leaving the bar. //This isn't good, Cass, get the HELL out of here,// she told herself. She followed the man outside, out a back window. "Crap," she muttered as she made her way down the drainpipe. "Mom..."she froze halfway down. She hurried on autopilot home.
She ran into the kitchen to see her mom and her mom's best friend lying in a pool of blood. "Oh my God, MOM!" she screamed, kneeling next to her mother. "NO! NO! NO!" she began crying. "WHY, GOD? WHY?" she demanded of the nonexistent deity her mom had so readily believed in.
Cass sat there for hours before gathering her wits. //Okay, Cass, think. If they were here, they'll be coming back. Get out.// Cass immediately thought of a time 6 years ago when her mom had made them leave New York in the middle of the night after a series of telephone calls. "Cindy, Kendra, oh shit," Cass ran to the bathroom and took a fast, cold shower. She then hurried around the apartment, gathering everything she would need, including that black catsuit her mom had gotten her last year. She grabbed the keys to Orignal Cindy's apartment she bought last week, so she could move out asap. Kendra and Cass were going to join her at the end of the week.
"Shit," Cass grabbed her bags and left the apartment with out a second glance. A fast break was the best. Her mom had drilled that into her as they moved around the country. Ending back up where they had started. O.C. would know what to do, plus she was good at scrounging up a computer they could use to...
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"Access that Cale guy's personal file. Let's see, he's in a
class other than shit-poor... that leaves wealthy. Fat ass wealthy.
Logan Cale... here we go. Looks like he is one of the nation's most loved men. Here we go, son of a wealthy computer geek, mother and afore mentioned father die in an accident coupla years ago, cause unknown... Here's something interesting," Original Cindy and Cass perked up. Kendra meant well, but rambling on and on about how she couldn't believe what happened in the bar was tiring, and that added another hour onto the search. It was already 3:00 a.m. "His uncle is partner in that firm that makes the drones we are so lucky to have.
"He must get some money out of it if it's mentioned," Kendra kept scanning the report. "Cass, ya wanna take over, I really gotta get some coffee, can I get either of ya anythang?" Kendra grabbed her coat and headed towards the door.
"I want coffee, too," Original Cindy said, suddenly alert. "Where the HELL can we get some at this hour?"
"I got some resources," Kendra said. "But all the coffee's at home, that cool witcha?"
"Fine, Cass?" O.C. looked at her friend. O.C. pursed her lips at her friend on the other side of their apartment.
"I'm fine, ya'll don't have stay up, you can go to bed. I don't care," Cass's eyes were glued to the screen.
"Sleep sounds better than coffee, but I only got my bed.
If ya want, Ken, I'll let ya sleep with me, pass free," O.C. joked.
"Fine, I don't wanna go home," the two of them went to
preform their nightly routines.
"What is it about you, Mr. Cale," Cass looked at PEOPLE
magazine's picture of him. "Why can't I...
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"...get you out of my head," across town in an equally dim
apartment, only in a better neighborhood, Logan Cale looked at his
computer. He had pulled a picture of her up from a hover drone
that had caught her running out of Crash. Logan had done count-
less hacks since he had gotten home, and had found out about a
secret government project to create the "perfect soldier." She
definitely wasn't a current member, so that left two options: the
escapees back in '09 and the rumor that a mother had escaped
before giving birth, he had yet to find this Cassandra's birth
certificate.
"Damn," he muttered, pushing his chair back, he needed to catch some sleep, his aunt and uncle would be here tomorrow, no doubt criticizing the entire apartment. "Here's to tomorrow," he
shut down his computers, cranked up his security system, and went
to bed.
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"Foggle Towers... where have I heard that before?" Cass was still sitting in front of the computer when Cindy got up the next morning.
"Boo, did ya get up earlier in the morning, or did ya just not go to sleep?" O.C. asked her friend, searching the cabinets for her cereal. "Here we go-" she pulled it out. "Ya not talkin' this mornin' or what?"
"What?" Cass pulled her eyes away. "What was that place you were talkin' about, Jam Pony?"
"Yeah, workplace from hell, I believe that's what I said," Cindy soaked her cereal in milk.
"Can I get a job there?" Cass asked.
"Ya got a bike?" Cindy asked, stuffing the cereal in her mouth.
"Yeah, it's in that storage shed Mom keeps- kept- out in sector four," Cass swallowed hard. //Stop, your homegirl is gonna catch it.//
"I'll stop by there later, I got that sector pass and all," Original looked at her watch, rinsed her bowl out, and went to the bathroom to shower. "Morn', Ken."
"Huh?" Kendra looked dazed. "I'm going home, I gotta get some coffee, see ya'll at Crash 'night?"
"Be there," Cass and O.C. both answered.
"See ya tonight," Kendra unlocked the door and left.
"Bye," Cass said after her. "Boo, I'm gonna go by myself to the storage shed, I got a day pass in December and haven't used it yet."
"Fine, but just remember, you're my best boo, but I ain't
gonna bail your ass outta jail, I'm not that bent," Cindy called to
Cass from the shower.
"I'm leaving, I may see you at work," Cass grabbed her
jacket and keys and left the apartment locked.
"Hey, Boo, wait-" Cindy ran out wrapped in a towel, "get some milk." She sighed and went back to the shower, but not before catching the picture on the computer before it turned off. "What is it 'bout that boy?"
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*Storage Shed*
"I think this is the one," the slimy owner said, with a hick
accent, obviously checking Cass's ass.
"The building or my ass?" Cass asked, obviously pissed.
"Building," he handed her the key. "Ya look just like yar ma, ya know that?"
"We are related," Cass brushed past him. "Thanks for all the help, I'll call ya if I need ya."
"No prob," the owner left, but not before slapping Cass's ass.
"Hey," she said, slamming him up against the wall, "don't touch me like that again, or you'll be joinin' our dearly departed."
"N-no pro-pro-blem," he quickly fled the scene.
"Aiight, Mom, speak ta me," Cass opened up the door. Her jaw dropped to the floor, "Holy crap." The room was filled with cardboard documents containing tons of files, there was a nice lookin' mountain bike in the corner, but in the center was a gorgeous Ninja 350 XL. Plus a number of various valuables all around.
Cass looked around the room in wonder, not believing what she was seeing. There were numerous vases, paintings, sculptures, and computers all around. With the hole in a dump they lived in, there was no way these were her mothers, at least not by any normal means...
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A/N Please tell me what you think, love it, hate it, think it could be better. (It probably could, let this poor author know.)
Thanks!
There's more to come if I get reviews!
By Sarah
Disclaimers: I don't own Dark Angel or anything related to it, doesn't life suck! And I don't own the dialogue form the first episode that you might recognize.
What if Max's mom had escaped Manticore with Max? What if Max
grew up knowing Original Cindy and Kendra? What if Max's mom
hadn't named Max, "Max," but something different. What if Logan
wanted to find this Manticore "orphan." Here's their story...
*******************************
"Mom, Kendra's here! Be back at one," Cassandra hug-
ged her mom. "I love you!" said the 17 year old girl as she ran
out to join her friend.
"Love ya," her mom yelled back at her before turning
back to the dinner she was preparing for herself and Hannah, a friend.
"Cass, you have got to learn to be on time," Kendra re-
marked. "We ain't got all day."
"Kendra, we got all night to PARTY!" Cassandra retorted
as they made their way downtown to celebrated the end of their
senior year.
"Girl, first, we've got to do somethin' about your hair,"
Kendra said, dragging her friend into the hair salon her mother
owned.
"No, no way! I don't do short hair, or layered hair, or pulled back hair or..." Cassandra stopped as an idea formed in her head. "What about highlights? Can your mom do highlights?"
"We don't have time for highlights," Kendra pouted.
"Well then, we don't have time for anything. So let's keep
moving," Cassandra pulled her friend down the street. They
continued chatting about different things that high school girls
seem to think is so important.
"Hey, Ken, you go and meet Cindy, I'll catch up with you in a bit," Cassandra smiled at her friend, not letting her in on the fact that she had just heard some shouting.
"Whatev', I know you do your own thang anyway. Just don't be long," Kendra hurried off to find Cindy.
Cassandra slowly approached the alley where the shouting
had occurred. She slowly peaked around the corner and let her
eyes adapt to the distance. She saw two men arguing, the closer
one about four body guards and the other man had no one.
He seemed to be in trouble. She slowly approached and giving a
silent apology to her mom, went into full awareness mode. Her
attention was focused on one of the body guards, he seemed to be
fiddling with a gun. She crept around until she was certain she knew what was going on.
She approached the men directly this time, "I'm kinda hopin' one of ya guys knew how to get to that new bar down town, I seemed to have gotten lost." She batted her eyes like there was no tomorrow,and pouted so hard she thought her mouth would be sore tomorrow.
"Which one?" one of the body guards asked, obviously one
familiar with the bar crowd.
"Oh, that really new one down town, I think it's called Crash,"she made the universal damsel in distress face.
"Sure Babe, I can show ya how to get there, let's step onto
the street," the body guard with the gun gestured out into the street. Cassandra followed him, but not before making sure she caught the lone man's eyes. Once out in the street, Cassandra knocked him out with one blow to the temple; then, she ran back to the alley.
"Hey, one of you boys, I think somethin' is wrong with your
friend, he just collapsed," Cassandra really tried to look scared,
not easy for her, but she was an actress.
The lead guy pointed to two of the guards, the bar scene
guy and a medium sized guy, "You two, go, I've got some business
to deal with."
"We turned the corner, here, and suddenly he just passed
out," Cassandra said, right before she hit one guy, knocking him flat. The bar scene guy turned to look at her as his partner hit the ground.
"What the he-" he was cut off with two blows to the head and a kick. Cassandra then snuck back into the alley.
"I said I wanted to know where your father kept the reports, ya gonna tell me, or does Tiner have to get mad," the leader of the group asked.
"I don't know where my father kept those reports, I guess
he took them to the grave you made for him," the second man said.
He was tall, about 6'2", dark blonde hair, blue eyes, probably would be called FINE!, at least if Kendra was talking.
"Don't bullshit me, Boy," he spit the word out like a curse,
"I know you know, and I'll do anything to get those reports. Tiner,
get mad. Real mad," the man took a step back.
"Damn, if there's one thing I hate, it's a man whose to co-
wardly to hit a man himself. Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
intervene, and don't bother calling those "assistants" of yours, it'll
be awhile 'til they wake," Cassandra took a step out, calling atten-
tion to herself.
"Tiner, take care of the girl, Mr. Cale will still be here," the
man took a step forward. Tiner nodded and made his way towards
this young woman.
"You made a mistake, Girl," he said, looking like he was about to pick her up.
"Hate to break it to ya, *Tiner*, but this ain't gonna work,"
and with that, Cassandra side-stepped the much larger man and proceeded to kick his ass, simply knocking this one out wasn't good enough.
(A fight scene that would make Cameron proud ensues.)
"What are you, Bit-" Cassandra cut Tiner off with a final blow to the jaw.
"I always hated that word," she turned to face the leader. "I think you should analyze this: you're all alone, I just took out four of your body guards, and I won't hesitate to take you out, in a much slower, more painful way. Just for your own enjoyment. I mean, you seem to enjoy pain *so* much," she drew out the words.
"Count your blessings, Cale," and with that, the man tried to walk out the alley.
"Then again," she began, and tripped him, kicking him slightly below the belt, on his way down. He didn't move. "You okay?" she asked the blonde-haired man.
"Couldn't be better, Miss--" the man left the question in the air.
"Cassandra, after the oracle no one believed, also believed to be a tricker of men," Cassandra stuck her hand out, pushing her hair back. "And you are?"
"Logan, Logan Cale," he shook her hand. "Hey, what can I do to thank you?"
"Just don't talk about it, Mr. Cale," Cassandra walked away
"Thank you, again," the words fell on deaf ears. Logan Cale watched as a beautiful figure dressed in black walked out of the alley, but not before he caught something on her neck. "What the?" he muttered.
"Cale, don't think this is the end," the man on the ground said.
"Don't worry, Lydecker, I don't think this is the end," Logan walked out of the alley.
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*Crash*
"Girl, ya gotta tell Original Cindy what just went down, 'cause I hate to say it, Boo, butcha look like somethan' the sick cat brought in," Original Cindy quickly consoled her best friend.
"It was nottin', I just helped an old lady who fell down. A big, old lady," Cassandra quickly countered. Much as she loved her, this was none of her Boo's business.
"Whatever ya say, but no big, ol' lady makes my boo look all hot and bothered," Original Cindy responded, her lips pursing into her 'I know all 'bout what you ain't saying' look.
"Where's Ken?" Cassandra asked to get the heat off of her.
"Found some hot, young stud. Personally, I think this bar is a little dry of the finer flavor," Original looked at her nails, a totally disinterested look on her face.
"What 'bout that red-haired babe in the corner?" Cassandra gestured towards a lithe redhead next to the bar.
"Ya mean da one that's been checkin' out Sketchy all night?"
"Really?" Cassandra made a face.
"Yeah, trust me, Cass, my beacon is either broken or broad-
casting all the wrong signals," both of them scanned the bar.
"Hey girls," a tall dark-haired man said, sliding up behind
them, "I was wondering if I could interest ya'll in a drink?"
"Don't think so," Cass's voice was harsh.
"Don't even look at me, I ain't inta your flavor." Original Cindy walked over to the bar, looking for someone to give a little sugar to.
"Come on, Baby. Just a quick blow," he said, noncharmingly.
"What?" Cass turned to look at him.
"I said-"
"No, I heard whacha said, and I admit 'What?' was a rather culturally standard understatement, what I meant to say was- I don't think so."
"Some girls like it when I talk dirty to them," he said, tracing her jaw.
"Some girls like for guys to take a crap on them, I ain't either one of those girls," she replied, pissed.
"I love the things that are comin' out of your dirty, little mouth," he said, moving his hand to the back of her neck.
"To hell witcha," Cass kneed him and dumped O.C.'s drink on him. She stormed off. She nearly collided with a tall, well built man. "What is it with blondes today?"
"Excuse me," the tall man weaved his way around her. Every nerve in her body warned her that danger was coming.
"Alright, everybody listen up," a loud voice roared. Cass cringed, her hearing was better than most. "I'm lookin' for a of couple people, I need everybody to lift their hair off their necks."
Cass went white, she looked at the man whose voice was being amplified. It was the man from the alley. "Shit," she turned quickly, and saw the well-built man leaving the bar. //This isn't good, Cass, get the HELL out of here,// she told herself. She followed the man outside, out a back window. "Crap," she muttered as she made her way down the drainpipe. "Mom..."she froze halfway down. She hurried on autopilot home.
She ran into the kitchen to see her mom and her mom's best friend lying in a pool of blood. "Oh my God, MOM!" she screamed, kneeling next to her mother. "NO! NO! NO!" she began crying. "WHY, GOD? WHY?" she demanded of the nonexistent deity her mom had so readily believed in.
Cass sat there for hours before gathering her wits. //Okay, Cass, think. If they were here, they'll be coming back. Get out.// Cass immediately thought of a time 6 years ago when her mom had made them leave New York in the middle of the night after a series of telephone calls. "Cindy, Kendra, oh shit," Cass ran to the bathroom and took a fast, cold shower. She then hurried around the apartment, gathering everything she would need, including that black catsuit her mom had gotten her last year. She grabbed the keys to Orignal Cindy's apartment she bought last week, so she could move out asap. Kendra and Cass were going to join her at the end of the week.
"Shit," Cass grabbed her bags and left the apartment with out a second glance. A fast break was the best. Her mom had drilled that into her as they moved around the country. Ending back up where they had started. O.C. would know what to do, plus she was good at scrounging up a computer they could use to...
***************************
"Access that Cale guy's personal file. Let's see, he's in a
class other than shit-poor... that leaves wealthy. Fat ass wealthy.
Logan Cale... here we go. Looks like he is one of the nation's most loved men. Here we go, son of a wealthy computer geek, mother and afore mentioned father die in an accident coupla years ago, cause unknown... Here's something interesting," Original Cindy and Cass perked up. Kendra meant well, but rambling on and on about how she couldn't believe what happened in the bar was tiring, and that added another hour onto the search. It was already 3:00 a.m. "His uncle is partner in that firm that makes the drones we are so lucky to have.
"He must get some money out of it if it's mentioned," Kendra kept scanning the report. "Cass, ya wanna take over, I really gotta get some coffee, can I get either of ya anythang?" Kendra grabbed her coat and headed towards the door.
"I want coffee, too," Original Cindy said, suddenly alert. "Where the HELL can we get some at this hour?"
"I got some resources," Kendra said. "But all the coffee's at home, that cool witcha?"
"Fine, Cass?" O.C. looked at her friend. O.C. pursed her lips at her friend on the other side of their apartment.
"I'm fine, ya'll don't have stay up, you can go to bed. I don't care," Cass's eyes were glued to the screen.
"Sleep sounds better than coffee, but I only got my bed.
If ya want, Ken, I'll let ya sleep with me, pass free," O.C. joked.
"Fine, I don't wanna go home," the two of them went to
preform their nightly routines.
"What is it about you, Mr. Cale," Cass looked at PEOPLE
magazine's picture of him. "Why can't I...
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"...get you out of my head," across town in an equally dim
apartment, only in a better neighborhood, Logan Cale looked at his
computer. He had pulled a picture of her up from a hover drone
that had caught her running out of Crash. Logan had done count-
less hacks since he had gotten home, and had found out about a
secret government project to create the "perfect soldier." She
definitely wasn't a current member, so that left two options: the
escapees back in '09 and the rumor that a mother had escaped
before giving birth, he had yet to find this Cassandra's birth
certificate.
"Damn," he muttered, pushing his chair back, he needed to catch some sleep, his aunt and uncle would be here tomorrow, no doubt criticizing the entire apartment. "Here's to tomorrow," he
shut down his computers, cranked up his security system, and went
to bed.
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"Foggle Towers... where have I heard that before?" Cass was still sitting in front of the computer when Cindy got up the next morning.
"Boo, did ya get up earlier in the morning, or did ya just not go to sleep?" O.C. asked her friend, searching the cabinets for her cereal. "Here we go-" she pulled it out. "Ya not talkin' this mornin' or what?"
"What?" Cass pulled her eyes away. "What was that place you were talkin' about, Jam Pony?"
"Yeah, workplace from hell, I believe that's what I said," Cindy soaked her cereal in milk.
"Can I get a job there?" Cass asked.
"Ya got a bike?" Cindy asked, stuffing the cereal in her mouth.
"Yeah, it's in that storage shed Mom keeps- kept- out in sector four," Cass swallowed hard. //Stop, your homegirl is gonna catch it.//
"I'll stop by there later, I got that sector pass and all," Original looked at her watch, rinsed her bowl out, and went to the bathroom to shower. "Morn', Ken."
"Huh?" Kendra looked dazed. "I'm going home, I gotta get some coffee, see ya'll at Crash 'night?"
"Be there," Cass and O.C. both answered.
"See ya tonight," Kendra unlocked the door and left.
"Bye," Cass said after her. "Boo, I'm gonna go by myself to the storage shed, I got a day pass in December and haven't used it yet."
"Fine, but just remember, you're my best boo, but I ain't
gonna bail your ass outta jail, I'm not that bent," Cindy called to
Cass from the shower.
"I'm leaving, I may see you at work," Cass grabbed her
jacket and keys and left the apartment locked.
"Hey, Boo, wait-" Cindy ran out wrapped in a towel, "get some milk." She sighed and went back to the shower, but not before catching the picture on the computer before it turned off. "What is it 'bout that boy?"
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*Storage Shed*
"I think this is the one," the slimy owner said, with a hick
accent, obviously checking Cass's ass.
"The building or my ass?" Cass asked, obviously pissed.
"Building," he handed her the key. "Ya look just like yar ma, ya know that?"
"We are related," Cass brushed past him. "Thanks for all the help, I'll call ya if I need ya."
"No prob," the owner left, but not before slapping Cass's ass.
"Hey," she said, slamming him up against the wall, "don't touch me like that again, or you'll be joinin' our dearly departed."
"N-no pro-pro-blem," he quickly fled the scene.
"Aiight, Mom, speak ta me," Cass opened up the door. Her jaw dropped to the floor, "Holy crap." The room was filled with cardboard documents containing tons of files, there was a nice lookin' mountain bike in the corner, but in the center was a gorgeous Ninja 350 XL. Plus a number of various valuables all around.
Cass looked around the room in wonder, not believing what she was seeing. There were numerous vases, paintings, sculptures, and computers all around. With the hole in a dump they lived in, there was no way these were her mothers, at least not by any normal means...
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