A/N- He he, Part 9! Isn't this exciting?
Private corporation, Part Nine.
Max leant easily against the wall. "So, what was for dessert?"
"What?" Logan askled from his computer. "Oh, that. I didn't know Asha was coming."
"Right. It doesn't really bother me, you know. Now, what did you want to show me?"
"I was searching any of the files i had on the CIA. I found a few things you might find interesting. Oh, and Lydecker rang. I gave him your message."
"Lydecker rang?"
"Yeah. He's not to happy with the idea of you giving away this disc. Now, have a look at these files."
"Did he say anything else?" Max asked, watching over Logan's shoulder as he opened the files. "Like, where he was or what he was doing?"
"No. Here," he said, scanning down a document and inviting Max to read. "It's a report that a psychoanylist prepared for the directors of the CIA."
Max scanned the report. "Wait a minute," she said slowly. "Am I reading this right? It sounds like -"
"They weren't mentally fit for missions?" Logan asked. "Spot on. The psychologist didn't recommend any of their transgenics for anything stronger than perimeter security. either the CIA didn't remember their files, or they canned mental powers to encourage their ability to fight."
"Ouch," Max said, scanning this. "So the CIA ignored him?"
"Not only that, they killed him so that he couldn't publish his findings.Dumped his body in a river, and it washed up in Southern California two weeks later."
"So they've been breeding these transgenics, who have been a little around the bend?" Max asked. "God, makes Manticore look almost harmless."
"Not only that, they've got specific orders. Kill or be killed."
"Great." Max's pager beeped. "Oh, even better. It's Mitch." She picked up the jacket that she'd thrown over the back of a chair. "Id better go."
"Are you sure? It could be dangerous. You don't know what they want."
"Yes, I do. And that's an advantage." Even her short stay at Manticore had taught her that. Always hold onto an advantage. "I'll take Alec with me."
"I'm sure he'll love that." But Logan stood up and walked her out.
"Come on, Alec," Max said. She stopped and took in the empty plate Alec was sitting in front of. "Did you eat all of that?"
"Well, there is a perfectly logical explanation for all this," Alec began.
"Oh, shut up. Let's go," Max ordered and walked out the door. "I'll catch you later, Logan."
"Just be careful."
They were halfway down the stairs before Alec asked where they were going."
"To meet Mitch. Hurry up."
"Are you insane?!" Alec asked. "You're going looking for someone you know wants to kill you?"
"Mitch wasn't that bad," Max insisted. "He was the one that let me go. I probably would be dead if it wasn't for him."
"Whatever. And you're going to make me walk in with you?"
"No."
"Good."
"You can keep watch," Max said, trying to hold back a grin.
She left the building, Alec still explaining exactly why him standing guard wouldn't work. Eventually, she got so sick of him that she stopped, and repeated everything that Logan had told and shown her.
"Well, you're crazier than I thought. You're going looking for a bunch of psycho transgenics who either kill or be killed. How on Earth do I get myself tangled in your mess?"
"Just lucky, I guess." Max said it absently, she was already mentally prearing for what lay ahead. Despite telling Alec that Mitch wasn't alll that bad, she wasn't sure if she really believed herself.
Mitch
He was taking a risk, and he didn't know if she'd appreciate it. Michaela didn't know he was doing this, and if she caught him... he didn't want to think about it.
He was one of the few transgenics that had actually passed their mental fitness test. Not hugely, but he'd passed all the same. And he knew enough to figure out that Michaela hadn't.
His leaders didn't care. In fact, they'd encouraged the others. "You can still go on missions," they'd said. Only the most handicapped people remained on base security.
Mitch respected Michaela. She was brutal someimtes, and didn't know the meaning of pity. She'd beaten him pretty badly when she'd found out Max had escaped. He was sure a couple of ribs were broken, but they could wait. Max couldn't. Not with Michaela's plan.
She didn't want to kill Max. Well, that was her eventual plan, but they'd watched her for long enough beforehand to know who her friends were. Michaela planned to kidnap them... and kill them first. She'd cover it up well; she was smart in that respect.
Mitch had only wacthed her long enough to become absorbed by her beauty. Not just that, her morals, now that he'd met her. Her temper. Everything.
He knew that being who he was meant that it was a fairly stupid idea to feel something for anyone- especially the enemy. If you had to kill them, what then? If a comrade fell and you loved them, what then?
Mitch cursed out loud. He'd been an idiot.
His ears picked up movement. Someone was around the corner, and approaching fast. Mitch took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
A/N- How'd I do? How'd I do?
Private corporation, Part Nine.
Max leant easily against the wall. "So, what was for dessert?"
"What?" Logan askled from his computer. "Oh, that. I didn't know Asha was coming."
"Right. It doesn't really bother me, you know. Now, what did you want to show me?"
"I was searching any of the files i had on the CIA. I found a few things you might find interesting. Oh, and Lydecker rang. I gave him your message."
"Lydecker rang?"
"Yeah. He's not to happy with the idea of you giving away this disc. Now, have a look at these files."
"Did he say anything else?" Max asked, watching over Logan's shoulder as he opened the files. "Like, where he was or what he was doing?"
"No. Here," he said, scanning down a document and inviting Max to read. "It's a report that a psychoanylist prepared for the directors of the CIA."
Max scanned the report. "Wait a minute," she said slowly. "Am I reading this right? It sounds like -"
"They weren't mentally fit for missions?" Logan asked. "Spot on. The psychologist didn't recommend any of their transgenics for anything stronger than perimeter security. either the CIA didn't remember their files, or they canned mental powers to encourage their ability to fight."
"Ouch," Max said, scanning this. "So the CIA ignored him?"
"Not only that, they killed him so that he couldn't publish his findings.Dumped his body in a river, and it washed up in Southern California two weeks later."
"So they've been breeding these transgenics, who have been a little around the bend?" Max asked. "God, makes Manticore look almost harmless."
"Not only that, they've got specific orders. Kill or be killed."
"Great." Max's pager beeped. "Oh, even better. It's Mitch." She picked up the jacket that she'd thrown over the back of a chair. "Id better go."
"Are you sure? It could be dangerous. You don't know what they want."
"Yes, I do. And that's an advantage." Even her short stay at Manticore had taught her that. Always hold onto an advantage. "I'll take Alec with me."
"I'm sure he'll love that." But Logan stood up and walked her out.
"Come on, Alec," Max said. She stopped and took in the empty plate Alec was sitting in front of. "Did you eat all of that?"
"Well, there is a perfectly logical explanation for all this," Alec began.
"Oh, shut up. Let's go," Max ordered and walked out the door. "I'll catch you later, Logan."
"Just be careful."
They were halfway down the stairs before Alec asked where they were going."
"To meet Mitch. Hurry up."
"Are you insane?!" Alec asked. "You're going looking for someone you know wants to kill you?"
"Mitch wasn't that bad," Max insisted. "He was the one that let me go. I probably would be dead if it wasn't for him."
"Whatever. And you're going to make me walk in with you?"
"No."
"Good."
"You can keep watch," Max said, trying to hold back a grin.
She left the building, Alec still explaining exactly why him standing guard wouldn't work. Eventually, she got so sick of him that she stopped, and repeated everything that Logan had told and shown her.
"Well, you're crazier than I thought. You're going looking for a bunch of psycho transgenics who either kill or be killed. How on Earth do I get myself tangled in your mess?"
"Just lucky, I guess." Max said it absently, she was already mentally prearing for what lay ahead. Despite telling Alec that Mitch wasn't alll that bad, she wasn't sure if she really believed herself.
He was taking a risk, and he didn't know if she'd appreciate it. Michaela didn't know he was doing this, and if she caught him... he didn't want to think about it.
He was one of the few transgenics that had actually passed their mental fitness test. Not hugely, but he'd passed all the same. And he knew enough to figure out that Michaela hadn't.
His leaders didn't care. In fact, they'd encouraged the others. "You can still go on missions," they'd said. Only the most handicapped people remained on base security.
Mitch respected Michaela. She was brutal someimtes, and didn't know the meaning of pity. She'd beaten him pretty badly when she'd found out Max had escaped. He was sure a couple of ribs were broken, but they could wait. Max couldn't. Not with Michaela's plan.
She didn't want to kill Max. Well, that was her eventual plan, but they'd watched her for long enough beforehand to know who her friends were. Michaela planned to kidnap them... and kill them first. She'd cover it up well; she was smart in that respect.
Mitch had only wacthed her long enough to become absorbed by her beauty. Not just that, her morals, now that he'd met her. Her temper. Everything.
He knew that being who he was meant that it was a fairly stupid idea to feel something for anyone- especially the enemy. If you had to kill them, what then? If a comrade fell and you loved them, what then?
Mitch cursed out loud. He'd been an idiot.
His ears picked up movement. Someone was around the corner, and approaching fast. Mitch took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
A/N- How'd I do? How'd I do?