A/N: Gosh, this is getting along. I rule! *calms down* Really aorry about the time between uploads. But i just figured out how to fix it! =)
Private corporation, Part Six.
Max was yelling at Alec over the crash of broken glass and Joshua's low growls. "This is all your fault! I can't believe you can get yourself mixed up in so much trouble!"
"Oh, and you don't?" Alec shouted back. "For your information, I dno't even know whoa ny of those people are! Then again, they could work for Jimmy."
"Who the hell is Jimmy?" Max asked. She was trying to get a good look at the shooters, but her position on the floor was just slightly dangerous if you wanted to stnd up. "And why does he want to kill you?"
"I turned down a job from him. Selling drugs through Jam Pony. Since i nearly got busted for that once before, I figured it was a bad idea. Obviously he doesn't like people turning him down."
"No, it's not that," Max said suddenly. She'd finally managed a look. "It's bloody mitch and probably a couple of his CIA counterparts. They must have followed me here." She clapped a hand over the girn on Alec's mouth before he could say anything.
"I need your help," she said urgently. "They'll probably tie me up or something, so-"
"You want me to come rescue you." Alec finished her sentence and shook his head. "No can do."
"Why not? You said you'd help." Max wanted to hit him, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Joshua was on the floor near her, holding his ears. "Hang in there, Big Fella," she muttered, then she stood up. Jumping out of the way of the bullets, she gave Alec a look that could have killed pigeons in midair, and went for the door.
"I said I'd help, but that was before I found out we were up against this!" Alec shouted. Max turned.
"I told you they were like us!"
"You forgot to mention the fact that they have silenced machine guns!" Alec dove for the door as well. "Sorry, but those things are lethal when they're noisy."
Max was reeling from shock. "That's not possible," she said firmly.
"Oh, believe me it is. For a start, this is the CIA. They culd make any weapon they want. they're probably richer than half the crooks in this city put together and smarter than all of them." Alec shrugged coolly. "Best you can do is give yourself up. mind you, they'll probably lock you in a cell with numerous guards until they want you."
Max swore. "Well, you're no help," she said, and opened the door. There was a lot of yelling, and the bullets stopped abruptly. He was right; she noticed in abstract. Every gun had a long, thin piece attatched to it: a silencer. Mitch was at the front, his own weapon pointing downwards and most probably furious. He walked up to Max, who just stood there.
"Why'd you have to run?" he asked quietly, as he tied her up. Max had expected that, she just hadn't expected him to sound - disappointed?
Well, he'll probably lose his job, idiot, the little voice in her mind jibbered. He'll kill you for it, once you've done your work.
"I had no reason to stay,' Max said angrily, as he attatched some kind of clip to the cords on her wrists. She felt like a dog being tethered to go on a walk.
"Michaela'd kill me if she thought you were getting out," he continued. "I wouldn't have hurt you. I didn't choose the hotel."
Max rolled her eyes, but said no more as he led her to the other CIA agents who were waiting on the sidealk, guns raised. Mitch ordered them sharply to put the damn things down, and bundled Max into the back of the van. HHe got into the driver's seat, and other guys piled in with Max.
Logan
It was that he couldn't help her. That pissed him off most of all. She wouldn't or couldn't tell him what was going on, except that he had to warn Lydecker.
Someone knocked on the door. Logan checked the clock automatically. It was half past eleven. No one visited that late - except Max or Asha. But they normally let themselves in.
He went to open the door, but it opened as he got there, revealing Alec. "You take a while to answer visitors," Alec commented.
"Nice to see you to," Logan said. "Come in." He waited as Alec deposited himself on the couch before asking, "I take it this isn't a social call?"
"It's about Max." Alec sat up straight as Logan crossed the room.
"What do you mean? Is she hurt? Do you know what the hell's going on?"
"Calm down man," Alec said, holding up a hand as Logan went to ask something else. "For a start, it's about Max more than likely being in trouble, no she's not hurt and what do you mean what the hell's going on? She hasn't told you?"
Logan nearly yelled at Alec. But that wasn't fair, it wasn't his fault Max had told him and not Logan. He forced himself to be calm and asked, "What happened?"
Alec sighed and started at the beginning, watching Logan's face get more and more worried as he continued.
Max
Max really wished the windows of the van weren't covered over. She had no idea where she was and it was starting to make her feel wierd. Lost.
She wondered if Alec would actually come and find her. She was still undecided, part of her thought he wouldn't risk his neck, but another part of her brain was saying that he was her friend, he was loyal, and that he'd helped people before.
She hoped he wouldn't tell Logan. She didn't want to lie to him, and lying by omission was just as bad. She just didn't want him taking on the CIA single handedly. Which he would.
The van was slowing, and the it pulled to a stop. Mitch jumped out, then signalled to the others still in the car. The guy closest to Max, who'd been gripping her arm as if she could have escaped, let go and opened the side door.
"Bring her!" Somebody grabbed Max, but she angrily pushed their hands away and stepped out of the van with dignity. She would show them that she wasn't uncivilised just because she hadn't come from the CIA gene bank. Mitch came over and picked up the leash-like thing that he'd tied on her earlier.
"Let me go!" Max shouted. "I can walk, you know. I'm not in a hurry to get myself shot."
"We wouldn't shoot to kill," Mitch said as a joke, but he untied her. Max shook her head in mute disbelief. She was pushed - none too gently - into the house, which looked like it could have been some sort of farm. We'd have to be really far out into the city to be on a farm, Max thought abstractly. We must really be out of Seattle now.
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Private corporation, Part Six.
Max was yelling at Alec over the crash of broken glass and Joshua's low growls. "This is all your fault! I can't believe you can get yourself mixed up in so much trouble!"
"Oh, and you don't?" Alec shouted back. "For your information, I dno't even know whoa ny of those people are! Then again, they could work for Jimmy."
"Who the hell is Jimmy?" Max asked. She was trying to get a good look at the shooters, but her position on the floor was just slightly dangerous if you wanted to stnd up. "And why does he want to kill you?"
"I turned down a job from him. Selling drugs through Jam Pony. Since i nearly got busted for that once before, I figured it was a bad idea. Obviously he doesn't like people turning him down."
"No, it's not that," Max said suddenly. She'd finally managed a look. "It's bloody mitch and probably a couple of his CIA counterparts. They must have followed me here." She clapped a hand over the girn on Alec's mouth before he could say anything.
"I need your help," she said urgently. "They'll probably tie me up or something, so-"
"You want me to come rescue you." Alec finished her sentence and shook his head. "No can do."
"Why not? You said you'd help." Max wanted to hit him, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Joshua was on the floor near her, holding his ears. "Hang in there, Big Fella," she muttered, then she stood up. Jumping out of the way of the bullets, she gave Alec a look that could have killed pigeons in midair, and went for the door.
"I said I'd help, but that was before I found out we were up against this!" Alec shouted. Max turned.
"I told you they were like us!"
"You forgot to mention the fact that they have silenced machine guns!" Alec dove for the door as well. "Sorry, but those things are lethal when they're noisy."
Max was reeling from shock. "That's not possible," she said firmly.
"Oh, believe me it is. For a start, this is the CIA. They culd make any weapon they want. they're probably richer than half the crooks in this city put together and smarter than all of them." Alec shrugged coolly. "Best you can do is give yourself up. mind you, they'll probably lock you in a cell with numerous guards until they want you."
Max swore. "Well, you're no help," she said, and opened the door. There was a lot of yelling, and the bullets stopped abruptly. He was right; she noticed in abstract. Every gun had a long, thin piece attatched to it: a silencer. Mitch was at the front, his own weapon pointing downwards and most probably furious. He walked up to Max, who just stood there.
"Why'd you have to run?" he asked quietly, as he tied her up. Max had expected that, she just hadn't expected him to sound - disappointed?
Well, he'll probably lose his job, idiot, the little voice in her mind jibbered. He'll kill you for it, once you've done your work.
"I had no reason to stay,' Max said angrily, as he attatched some kind of clip to the cords on her wrists. She felt like a dog being tethered to go on a walk.
"Michaela'd kill me if she thought you were getting out," he continued. "I wouldn't have hurt you. I didn't choose the hotel."
Max rolled her eyes, but said no more as he led her to the other CIA agents who were waiting on the sidealk, guns raised. Mitch ordered them sharply to put the damn things down, and bundled Max into the back of the van. HHe got into the driver's seat, and other guys piled in with Max.
It was that he couldn't help her. That pissed him off most of all. She wouldn't or couldn't tell him what was going on, except that he had to warn Lydecker.
Someone knocked on the door. Logan checked the clock automatically. It was half past eleven. No one visited that late - except Max or Asha. But they normally let themselves in.
He went to open the door, but it opened as he got there, revealing Alec. "You take a while to answer visitors," Alec commented.
"Nice to see you to," Logan said. "Come in." He waited as Alec deposited himself on the couch before asking, "I take it this isn't a social call?"
"It's about Max." Alec sat up straight as Logan crossed the room.
"What do you mean? Is she hurt? Do you know what the hell's going on?"
"Calm down man," Alec said, holding up a hand as Logan went to ask something else. "For a start, it's about Max more than likely being in trouble, no she's not hurt and what do you mean what the hell's going on? She hasn't told you?"
Logan nearly yelled at Alec. But that wasn't fair, it wasn't his fault Max had told him and not Logan. He forced himself to be calm and asked, "What happened?"
Alec sighed and started at the beginning, watching Logan's face get more and more worried as he continued.
Max really wished the windows of the van weren't covered over. She had no idea where she was and it was starting to make her feel wierd. Lost.
She wondered if Alec would actually come and find her. She was still undecided, part of her thought he wouldn't risk his neck, but another part of her brain was saying that he was her friend, he was loyal, and that he'd helped people before.
She hoped he wouldn't tell Logan. She didn't want to lie to him, and lying by omission was just as bad. She just didn't want him taking on the CIA single handedly. Which he would.
The van was slowing, and the it pulled to a stop. Mitch jumped out, then signalled to the others still in the car. The guy closest to Max, who'd been gripping her arm as if she could have escaped, let go and opened the side door.
"Bring her!" Somebody grabbed Max, but she angrily pushed their hands away and stepped out of the van with dignity. She would show them that she wasn't uncivilised just because she hadn't come from the CIA gene bank. Mitch came over and picked up the leash-like thing that he'd tied on her earlier.
"Let me go!" Max shouted. "I can walk, you know. I'm not in a hurry to get myself shot."
"We wouldn't shoot to kill," Mitch said as a joke, but he untied her. Max shook her head in mute disbelief. She was pushed - none too gently - into the house, which looked like it could have been some sort of farm. We'd have to be really far out into the city to be on a farm, Max thought abstractly. We must really be out of Seattle now.
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