Part 0.8
Once we got started, it seemed like we were never going to stop. We clicked and clacked together, working in harmony to help him get out whatever message he needed. Although I was semi-absorbed in my work, my mind kept wondering to Alec.
"Sector 7?" Logan questioned me, like I was the all knowing sector password genie, but I didn't hear.
"How old is Alec?" I questioned mindlessly. My eyes were blurry, and I must have looked pretty strange, because Logan once again busted up.
"Since when are we talking about Alec? And what is your fascination with him? And what is the sector 7 pass?" he chuckled out the last sentence, and I reached down.
"I've got it," I pressed in the letters and numbers in a non-relevant pattern.q-q-4-6-g-3-r-t and it goes on and on. Suddenly, as though being suddenly awoken the screen changed. A scrambled message appeared on the screen, and Logan looked excited.
"We're in!" he adjusted his camera to his left, and switched it on. I began to click and type and I had no bloody clue what he was doing, so I assumed my services were no longer needed.
"Can I go now?" I asked. I was dead tired, and ready to eat. I looked at him with obvious pain in my eyes. He smiled and said "Alright, but I have to do this, so you're on your own."
As I was turning out of his room, he started his famous "Do not attempt to adjust your set…" I paused by the door to listen to the announcement. I was hoping that he would announce something about perhaps finding my brother. I listened in on the broadcast.
"As you know the war against transgenics is still raging in downtown Seattle, and Terminal City is beginning to overflow with…" and yada yada yada. I don't care about this crap. I want to know about my brother. I want to know him. To touch his face, and perhaps see a bit of me in his eyes. Then, I heard what I needed to know. "…and upon a new arrival there is a request for 350. If you hear this, there's someone waiting for you…"
I smiled contently. Maybe my brother would be here soon, maybe I'll see him. I left quickly from the room now, before Logan could see me. That's when I remembered Mole's promise. I grinned madly and rushed away towards the table. Mole may have a few "tricks" up his sleeve but I have something else. In my fury to out cheat mole I didn't watch where I was going. As I turned a corner I ran into someone, but not just anyone, a beautiful someone.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking," his almond eyes were bright and his black hair perfect. I stammered for a little. I looked up at him, and he was holding a bag in his hand. "I'm Ashton, x-6 894, and you are?"
He extended his hand and I grasped it daintily. What is wrong with me? I've been acting strange around guys all day. I just smiled nervously and said "Uh…Sydney."
I flashed a smile and was about to run off when he stopped me. His arm was strong and muscular, like mine, except more manly.
"Where are you off to? I was looking for a place to put my stuff, I haven't slept in a few days and was wondering if maybe…"
"Uh…sure…but first I've got to play some poker," WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I just blew off a totally hot guy to sound like some weird 15 year old gambling freak. He smiled, and patted my shoulder.
"Mind if I join you?" he looked down on me, he was very tall. At least 6 foot. His black hair reflected the light making a vision of perfection. Now he was speaking my language.
"Of course, but I must warn you, it's not going to be an honest game," we both grinned like mad and I took off, running for the table again. But when I got there, Mole was the only one left, and he was reaping in the profits. Stacks of chips and loose change were in front of him, and his once full cigar was reduced to a stub.
"You missed the fun," he half snarled. I gave him a disappointed look. He realized that I was unhappy and her said "I'll seek you out next time."
I smiled and nodded. I walked a short distance when I realized that I was now without my new acquaintance. I turned around and bumped into him again.
"We are in a habit of running into each other," he said mockingly. He touched my cheek and my muscles relaxed.
"I think it's just me," I grabbed his bag for him, and set off walking towards Gem's camp. "You do want to camp with me, right?"
I hoped I wasn't making a terrible mistake here, but he nodded in agreement.
"Right now, I don't know anyone better."
I think this is a start to a friendship, but I'm not sure. He's too pretty, and it may be hard to resist.
Once we got started, it seemed like we were never going to stop. We clicked and clacked together, working in harmony to help him get out whatever message he needed. Although I was semi-absorbed in my work, my mind kept wondering to Alec.
"Sector 7?" Logan questioned me, like I was the all knowing sector password genie, but I didn't hear.
"How old is Alec?" I questioned mindlessly. My eyes were blurry, and I must have looked pretty strange, because Logan once again busted up.
"Since when are we talking about Alec? And what is your fascination with him? And what is the sector 7 pass?" he chuckled out the last sentence, and I reached down.
"I've got it," I pressed in the letters and numbers in a non-relevant pattern.q-q-4-6-g-3-r-t and it goes on and on. Suddenly, as though being suddenly awoken the screen changed. A scrambled message appeared on the screen, and Logan looked excited.
"We're in!" he adjusted his camera to his left, and switched it on. I began to click and type and I had no bloody clue what he was doing, so I assumed my services were no longer needed.
"Can I go now?" I asked. I was dead tired, and ready to eat. I looked at him with obvious pain in my eyes. He smiled and said "Alright, but I have to do this, so you're on your own."
As I was turning out of his room, he started his famous "Do not attempt to adjust your set…" I paused by the door to listen to the announcement. I was hoping that he would announce something about perhaps finding my brother. I listened in on the broadcast.
"As you know the war against transgenics is still raging in downtown Seattle, and Terminal City is beginning to overflow with…" and yada yada yada. I don't care about this crap. I want to know about my brother. I want to know him. To touch his face, and perhaps see a bit of me in his eyes. Then, I heard what I needed to know. "…and upon a new arrival there is a request for 350. If you hear this, there's someone waiting for you…"
I smiled contently. Maybe my brother would be here soon, maybe I'll see him. I left quickly from the room now, before Logan could see me. That's when I remembered Mole's promise. I grinned madly and rushed away towards the table. Mole may have a few "tricks" up his sleeve but I have something else. In my fury to out cheat mole I didn't watch where I was going. As I turned a corner I ran into someone, but not just anyone, a beautiful someone.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking," his almond eyes were bright and his black hair perfect. I stammered for a little. I looked up at him, and he was holding a bag in his hand. "I'm Ashton, x-6 894, and you are?"
He extended his hand and I grasped it daintily. What is wrong with me? I've been acting strange around guys all day. I just smiled nervously and said "Uh…Sydney."
I flashed a smile and was about to run off when he stopped me. His arm was strong and muscular, like mine, except more manly.
"Where are you off to? I was looking for a place to put my stuff, I haven't slept in a few days and was wondering if maybe…"
"Uh…sure…but first I've got to play some poker," WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I just blew off a totally hot guy to sound like some weird 15 year old gambling freak. He smiled, and patted my shoulder.
"Mind if I join you?" he looked down on me, he was very tall. At least 6 foot. His black hair reflected the light making a vision of perfection. Now he was speaking my language.
"Of course, but I must warn you, it's not going to be an honest game," we both grinned like mad and I took off, running for the table again. But when I got there, Mole was the only one left, and he was reaping in the profits. Stacks of chips and loose change were in front of him, and his once full cigar was reduced to a stub.
"You missed the fun," he half snarled. I gave him a disappointed look. He realized that I was unhappy and her said "I'll seek you out next time."
I smiled and nodded. I walked a short distance when I realized that I was now without my new acquaintance. I turned around and bumped into him again.
"We are in a habit of running into each other," he said mockingly. He touched my cheek and my muscles relaxed.
"I think it's just me," I grabbed his bag for him, and set off walking towards Gem's camp. "You do want to camp with me, right?"
I hoped I wasn't making a terrible mistake here, but he nodded in agreement.
"Right now, I don't know anyone better."
I think this is a start to a friendship, but I'm not sure. He's too pretty, and it may be hard to resist.