Disclaimer: I do not own DA, I do not own any of the songs in the fic. All credit for songs is given to the artists who preformed and own them.
Author's note: It's been a long time since I've done one of these... Anyway Mole takes requests via my e-mail where Alec will be answering the phones. If you or a character has a request for another character (with or without a back-story, without then they will make one up for you, Also song lyrics would be helpful) Mole will send it out. I would apreciate if this kept interesting and not tooooo shipper-ish. Characters from one of your fic's are welcome too. I'd like to be able to have Mole do show's where characters really aren't repeated much. If I have to I may eventually cave in and do a shipper night but that's up to Mole and Alec I mean I basically did a whole show dedicated to just Max and Zack's unit of X-5 so anything is possible. Mole and Alec keep WTGX running due to popular demand and may get their funding pulled if the population doesn't approve. Please Review good or bad so that WTGX's staff can fix any problems and cater to it's target audience. Without any more delay tune your radio's in to 59.9FM and let the music carry you away.
59.9FM WTGX Transgenic Radio
Mole adjusted his headphones and microphone and then checked the levels on the board in front of him.
"Good evening and welcome to the first ever live broadcast of 59.9FM WTGX Transgenic Radio. I'm Mole your disk jockey for the night. I'll be taking your requests and sending them out over the air waves of Terminal City. Here at WTGX we say belay the order to maintain radio silence. WTGX Transgenic Radio, we keep Terminal City rockin'."
Mole suppressed a grin when he looked over at Alec in the control booth who gave him a big thumbs up.
Mole cleared his throat. "Our first request comes from X5-304. Jondy are you still on the line?"
"I'm here Mole." Jondy answered and nodded even though Mole couldn't see her.
"You're on the air with WTGX. What's your request.?"
"I'd like to send out Glass by Incubus to my C.O. wherever he may be." Jondy kept her words simple. Inside loosing Zack her C.O., best friend, big brother and lover was tearing her apart.
"You've got it Jondy. Here's Glass by Incubus on Terminal City's best rock station because hey we're Terminal City's only radio station WTGX. Zack wherever you are we salute you."
Sitting with Krit and Syl, Jondy reached over and turned up the radio. They were sitting on top of an abandoned building completely isolated from everyone else. As she turned up the radio she tried to tune out her feelings from Zack. The three X-5's were all lost in thought as the music began to float out of the radio and fill the air over Terminal City.
"If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
I could afford not to give a shit
and buy a drink and drown the day.
But your pockets, they are empty,
Yeah, and mine are times two.
So why not make an about-face,
and accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you don't try,
try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes.
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains
your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
your true ingredients trapped up inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh, if only it could be different,
we could uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
one complicates and one simplifies.
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
you could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today."
Max walked into HQ just as the last verse of the song played and died away. Logan and a number of various members of different X-series were gathered around a small old radio.
"What the hell is this?" Max asked.
The group turned to her and an eager young X7 quickly made the reply. "Mole started a radio program."
"Really." Max cocked her head staring at the small boxy radio.
"That was Glass by Incubus and you're listening to WTGX Transgenic Radio. I'll be taking your requests every Monday and Friday night between 11pm and 7am, Because here at WTGX we know that Terminal City never sleeps. Call in to 555-WTGX." Any one in Terminal City would have known that the number was 555-9849 without looking at a phone, well except for Logan.
Max dove for the phone on Logan's desk and dialed in the number Mole had said.
"WTGX." Alec's voice greeted her.
"Alec." Max suddenly sounded slightly embarrassed. "I think this is a really cool idea and I'll have to beat you up later for not letting me in on it."
"Max we wanted it to be a surprise." Alec said in way of an apology.
"Anyway um.. I'd like to make a request." Max pushed.
"Alright let me patch you through to Mole." Alec put Max on hold.
Max bristled and then perked up when Mole finally came on the line.
"WTGX this is Mole here to take your request. Alec who do we have on the line?"
"Mole this is Max. I'd like to make a request."
"Sure thing Max do you have anything you'd like to say?"
"I do actually. This song goes out to my entire unit of X-5's. We were on a training mission back at Manticore and well ... they'll all remember the day. I want to send '99 red balloon's by Nina out to all of them."
"Okay X5 squadron one this next song goes out curtsey of Max, X5-452, to you."
Max sat back in HQ and actually smiled remembering the day that Zack had caught the balloon for her. The same day that had them question a new guard as to what a birthday was and read through their own personal files to find out their own birthdays.
"You and I in a little toy shop
buy a bag of balloons
with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message,
"Something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons
floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here
from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Where 99 red balloons go by.
99 Decision Street,
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 Knights of the air
ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a Superhero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
As 99 red balloons go by.
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standin' pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here...
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go."
Sitting on the rooftop Krit, Syl and Jondy all smiled at each other, of course they remembered that day. It was the curiosity of that day that led them all to be curious about other things including names. Zane cocked his head as he heard the song blasting from the room next to his. It made him think of his brothers and sisters. He got up off his bed and left his apartment door open as he opened the unlocked door next door to his apartment. A group of early transgenic's still in the phase of looking very much like animals were gathered around an old radio held together by black electrical tape with a coat hanger as an antenna.
"Hey guys what's going on?" Zane asked.
"We listen Mole's radio show." Joshua answered.
"He takesss requessstsss." A Lizard looking transgenic hissed.
"Really. Mind if I join you?" Zane flipped out his cell phone and made a quick call.
Mole's voice came back on the line after the listeners were momentarily distracted by the comedic stylings of Alec and just as Zane hung up his cell phone.
"This next sing goes out from one X5 to another with the promise that they'll remember that day at the fair. The song is Eye of the Tiger by Survivor. I hope both x5's are listening."
"Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
The eye of the tiger..."
On the rooftop Jondy Squealed. She hopped up taking Krit by surprise who jumped. "Zane's here somewhere."
"He is?" Krit questioned.
"How do you know?" Syl chimed in.
"Zane won me a stuffed tiger when he was working for a carnival. We were both really young. I bet that was his well of telling us he's here."
"The mystery song Eye of the Tiger by Survivor was sent out to Jondy our first caller tonight by her brother Zane." Mole laughed. "I figured that was a long enough pause for her to figure that out. I've got to disappear for a commercial brake but we'll be back with more of Terminal City's requests faster then you can knock out a Manticore special ops officer."
Special ops officers were the soldiers sent out to re-capture the escaped X-series. Down in a deserted alleyway a group of transgenic's and X's who were gathered around a homemade crystal radio all started to laugh. A handful got up some heading home and others in search of payphones.
"Okay. We're back. This is Transgenic Radio and I'm Mole back with our next caller asking are you a name or a number?"
The person on the other end of the phone laughed. "Well Mole I used to be a number but now I've got myself a name and It's Alec."
"Alec?" Mole laughed. "Alright man go on and call in to your own show." Mole shook his head and lit up a cigar. "Alec what do you want to hear?"
"See Mole I want to send this song out to Max as a kind of recognition thingy. I wanted to thank her in advance for not beating me up for not telling her about the show. I also wanted to say thanks for the name Maxie. Anyhow I wanted to send out Inside Four Walls by Nevermore to remind everyone what she saved us from and just what we're fighting here for."
"Okay Alec way to bring the show down a notch."
"Just putting things into prospective." Alec shrugged.
Back inside HQ Logan shot a look at Max, there was still so much he didn't know about all of the two chunks of time she'd spent in Manticore. "You named him?"
Max winched not because of Logan's question but because of Alec's use of her nickname on air. He had definitely done that on purpose. She should have kicked his ass just for that and that alone. How dare he thank her for not beating him up when she hadn't even gotten the chance yet. But he was being uncharacteristically nice for Alec. Max didn't have time to think about any of that or to answer Logan's question. All this time Alec and Mole had been bickering lightly back and forth and Mole finally put and end to it.
"Okay Alec so it was Inside Four Walls by Nevermore going out to Max just to shut you up."
Mole smirked at Alec and Alec shot him a few unorthodox non-Manticore issued hand signals of his own. Mole couldn't help but laugh as he puffed away on his cigar.
" Inside four walls I live my life, doesn't matter what I've done
The government's always right
They tell us what to be, tell us what to believe
They're wrong, my friend is gone.
Inside four walls,
The day they took away my friend.
Injustice made it's mark
All the political whores only come out after dark
If anyone knows the way
Build me a bridge so I won't fall astray.
Inside four walls, inside four walls my friend
They took away your freedom
And the pigs still preach their lies.
The system falls apart
the pigs still laugh feeding off our broken lines.
Can anyone tell me why,
Some violent criminals do far less time?
Inside four walls, inside four walls my friend
They took away your freedom
And the pigs still preach their lies.
Inside four walls, inside four walls my friend
They took away your freedom
And the pigs still preach their lies
Inside four walls, inside four walls my friend
They took away your freedom...
But they'll never take your mind"
Mole and Alec had a quick sparring match to settle their little dispute and as a result there was a few minuets of dead air after the song before Mole made it back to the microphone.
"Sorry about that folks I was preoccupied trying to beat some respect into my faithful sound technician and operator wise guy. Anyway that's all the time we've got for tonight. See we've got to give the air waves back to the guy who set all this up because now it's his turn to make a broadcast and try to rid the world of corruption or something like that. We'd like to thank our sponsor Mysterious Mr. Eyes Only for allowing this program to become a success. Tune in to 59.9FM WTGX Transgenic Radio for our next broadcast. WTGX Transgenic Radio, we keep Terminal City rockin'. This is Mole signing off for the night."
There was the sound of the show's theme music and then it gradually faded into the soft hiss of white noise and static. Max turned and shot a glare at Logan and then growled out of pure frustration throwing her arms up in the air.
"You knew about this? Why was I the only one not to know about this?" Max pretended to pout. "This was totally unfair." She got up from her seat on the desk.
Logan jumped. "Where are you going?"
Max looked over her shoulder at Alec and grinned. "To find Alec." She cracked her knuckles and laughed.