Spoilers: This is the third in my series of stories. The first
was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second,
which I only just finished, is Remembering to Forget. This
series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from
the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER TEN:
Seattle; Sector 10; September 19th 2022
1700 hours
Biggs hunched the collar of his jacket up further as he crossed the street, his hands dug deep in his pockets. He smiled in greeting as Alec came running up next to him,
"Hey buddy."
"Oh hey man."
"Was starting to worry, you didn't check in yesterday."
"Yeah. Delivered the order for you, met up with this..."
"Girl?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well then you're excused."
"Oh thanks Alec, coz I was worried there. Where are you headed?"
"Meeting a contact. You big loser, you wanna tag along?"
"You just assume I have no life of my own?"
Biggs chuckled as he spoke, brandishing a flick knife and snapping it open and shut,
"Ordinaries really think that something like this will save them from us."
"They don't need saving from us."
"I know that. I'm just saying that they think is all."
"Yeah well ordinary people, less than ordinary brains. That is why we are genetically superior."
"Well Alec, I just about believe that, that is the smartest thing you have ever said."
"Must be pretty damn smart then!"
"Smart-Alec."
"Oh your funny. Real funny."
They walked along side by side, only Biggs noticing the man across the road shouting for donations to be made to the appeal against transgenics. Alec turned to him as they stopped at a busy intersection,
"I'm glad this is how it is. It could be better I guess some would say. But I've got Max, I've got TC - the first time I have ever really been emotionally dedicated to something worthwhile. And I've got you back in my life. I don't know what else I could ask for..."
Biggs smiled at the obvious struggle it had taken for Alec to express his emotions,
"I know just what you mean. Doesn't get much sweeter. Or at least it wont when we get all this setting up done."
"Yeah, when we do."
They continued on their way, a hoverdrone passing overhead,
"Look out."
The two ducked into a nearby phone booth, Alec picking up the receiver and babbling about the latest batch of weather. It passed and Biggs stuck his head out from the booth, before cautiously following with his body,
"Close one."
"Tell me about it. Between them and the thermal scans, I'm beginning to worry about living out here."
"We're the lucky ones though, you and me. And Max. We can live out here and no one suspects a thing. I mean, look at Sketchy. You tell me that your genetic cloned twin or whatever had a psycho attack and kidnapped Sketchy so you'd go after him so you could kill this White guy. And the fool doesn't bat an eyelid when you feed him your poor interpretation of the events."
"Yeah I guess. I just feel like there is so much to do without worrying about all the crap we're getting from ordinaries. Still have these runes."
"You sure you don't know where they came from?"
"Yeah Biggs, according to Max, she drank a bottle that said 'tattoos from within' and somehow we both got them! Do you think that was wrong of her?"
"Easy boy, I was just asking."
"Sorry. Luke seems to think that they are like our barcodes, some sort of genetically encoded imprint, designed to appear on our skin at a given time. Or by something or someone triggering it."
"Creepy."
"I'll say."
They continued walking, reaching Alec's contact's residence. He knocked on the door, stepping inside as a voice yelled out,
"Come in. Not all of it's here yet. Just watch TV or something. I will be right out..."
The two X5s raised their eyebrows at the heavy panting and muffled moan of a couple in the next room. Alec shook his head laughing and turned on the television, both stopping to stare at the news bulletin,
"...Police have identified the killer as a transgenic - when confronted they were able to escape custody and managed to injure at least 6 officers. Suspect is described as approximately 14 years old, light brown hair and is wearing grey army fatigues. He is considered highly dangerous and if spotted, should not be approached."
A police officer stepped into the camera shot, a grim expression of determination on his face,
"Do not let his innocent, child-like appearance fool you. He may be young, but he is not human, he is a concoction of pure evil that was made only to kill. Do not approach him, just call the police. And if anyone spots other transgenics, recognised by their abnormal appearance or a tattoo at the back of their neck, they are to contact the police immediately."
Alec looked at Biggs, his eyes wide,
"This is so not good."
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They left the building roughly half an hour later, both peering around nervously for police as they revisited their journey there. Alec flicked the collar of his shirt up, his eyes darting around, taking in everything. They stopped outside a carpark near Terminal City,
"Here's our babies."
"You're almost as bad as Max with that damn motorcycle."
"Its like an extra limb."
Biggs laughed as he ran his hand over his beloved bike, his fingers roughly grazing over the smooth texture. Alec joined in the humour, stopping as his phone rang,
"You've called Alec...Yeah...We saw it. Well I don't really know what I can do about it. Yes I know...Exposure...Yeah. Did anyone else? Really. So what do you think? White huh? Clever...Okay, I'm on my way. Bye."
Biggs looked at him, curious to know what that had been about,
"Who was?"
"Max. She saw the news. They just showed some close up of him apparently and no one in TC recognised him."
"So what does that mean?"
"Well she seems to think it means he is not transgenic. She thinks he's one of White's guys, they appear just like us, but they're not."
"Yeah, makes sense. Boy, I really would love to know what their plan is, it's just so creepy the way they do that whole selective breeding deal."
"Well you believe in selective mating Biggs."
"Selective sex. You used to be that way too."
"Still am. Just settled down a bit."
"A lot."
"You know you're jealous."
"Maybe I am...Nah!"
Alec pocketed his cell phone, mounting his motorcycle,
"Gotta blaze. Max wants me at TC now. What are you doing?"
"Figured I might make an appearance at work, Normal might excuse you from showing, but it's not the same for me."
"You don't have work today."
"Okay, okay I lied. Thought I'd go see this girl that..."
"Say no more. Later dude."
"Later."
Alec rode off, kicking up a cloud of smoke in the process from the dusty road. Biggs wrinkled his nose in distaste and jumped on his own bike. He kick-started it impatiently. Nothing. Not a sound. He tried again. Nothing.
"Great. Just don't start with me here, I'm a hungry transgenic who just blew off hanging out with his best friend by lying about having date because the stomach took priority. Just don't even try. Okay I do want you to start!"
He moved off, frowning at it, deeply annoyed. Fine, he would walk. Biggs set off, back in the direction he and Alec had met up at, his feet shuffling slightly as his stomach growled. He stopped finally at a hot dog stand, hidden in a mass of customers. Getting his order, he looked around at the people surrounding him, his pupils dilating to see two undercover police officers in a car holding what looked like one of those thermal scans Alec had mentioned, up in his direction. He strained his ears to hear what they were saying,
"...In sight...Hold position...On my direction...Stay on him."
He frowned, not sure if they were aware of who he was. He finished the rest of his food in a gulp, holding his drink in one hand, as he moved off, aware of two sector police watching him on either side. He looked back at the car,
"Listen up, people, you've been made. All units converge."
"Control, this is Position Nine. We're in pursuit."
"Copy, Position Nine. Calling in backup now."
The sector cops and a couple of the other men who had been watching Biggs approach ed him. One cop took aim at him,
"Freeze!"
Biggs threw his juice in one of the men's face and started to run. The cop fired and missed by inches. Biggs ran as fast as his genetically enhanced body could, the adrenaline fuelling him more as he blurred through the streets. More police joined in the hunt, but they were obviously no match for the X5.
" Control, this is Position Nine. We lost him."
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
It is so hot today. I say it every year here but Australian summers are just the biggest bitches. Especially since I spent a summer overseas once and hence missed out on summer here and now I just cant handle the heat. Even with air conditioning, my house is still hot. And even worse, it's humid, sticky. Gross. All the things that make a lazy writer...sorry though. Thanks for all the positive feedback I have been getting from everyone, I really appreciate it and so I'm going to keep all this stuff coming. You lucky readers, I'm doing like a chapter a night so that ought to keep you all happy.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER TEN:
Seattle; Sector 10; September 19th 2022
1700 hours
Biggs hunched the collar of his jacket up further as he crossed the street, his hands dug deep in his pockets. He smiled in greeting as Alec came running up next to him,
"Hey buddy."
"Oh hey man."
"Was starting to worry, you didn't check in yesterday."
"Yeah. Delivered the order for you, met up with this..."
"Girl?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well then you're excused."
"Oh thanks Alec, coz I was worried there. Where are you headed?"
"Meeting a contact. You big loser, you wanna tag along?"
"You just assume I have no life of my own?"
Biggs chuckled as he spoke, brandishing a flick knife and snapping it open and shut,
"Ordinaries really think that something like this will save them from us."
"They don't need saving from us."
"I know that. I'm just saying that they think is all."
"Yeah well ordinary people, less than ordinary brains. That is why we are genetically superior."
"Well Alec, I just about believe that, that is the smartest thing you have ever said."
"Must be pretty damn smart then!"
"Smart-Alec."
"Oh your funny. Real funny."
They walked along side by side, only Biggs noticing the man across the road shouting for donations to be made to the appeal against transgenics. Alec turned to him as they stopped at a busy intersection,
"I'm glad this is how it is. It could be better I guess some would say. But I've got Max, I've got TC - the first time I have ever really been emotionally dedicated to something worthwhile. And I've got you back in my life. I don't know what else I could ask for..."
Biggs smiled at the obvious struggle it had taken for Alec to express his emotions,
"I know just what you mean. Doesn't get much sweeter. Or at least it wont when we get all this setting up done."
"Yeah, when we do."
They continued on their way, a hoverdrone passing overhead,
"Look out."
The two ducked into a nearby phone booth, Alec picking up the receiver and babbling about the latest batch of weather. It passed and Biggs stuck his head out from the booth, before cautiously following with his body,
"Close one."
"Tell me about it. Between them and the thermal scans, I'm beginning to worry about living out here."
"We're the lucky ones though, you and me. And Max. We can live out here and no one suspects a thing. I mean, look at Sketchy. You tell me that your genetic cloned twin or whatever had a psycho attack and kidnapped Sketchy so you'd go after him so you could kill this White guy. And the fool doesn't bat an eyelid when you feed him your poor interpretation of the events."
"Yeah I guess. I just feel like there is so much to do without worrying about all the crap we're getting from ordinaries. Still have these runes."
"You sure you don't know where they came from?"
"Yeah Biggs, according to Max, she drank a bottle that said 'tattoos from within' and somehow we both got them! Do you think that was wrong of her?"
"Easy boy, I was just asking."
"Sorry. Luke seems to think that they are like our barcodes, some sort of genetically encoded imprint, designed to appear on our skin at a given time. Or by something or someone triggering it."
"Creepy."
"I'll say."
They continued walking, reaching Alec's contact's residence. He knocked on the door, stepping inside as a voice yelled out,
"Come in. Not all of it's here yet. Just watch TV or something. I will be right out..."
The two X5s raised their eyebrows at the heavy panting and muffled moan of a couple in the next room. Alec shook his head laughing and turned on the television, both stopping to stare at the news bulletin,
"...Police have identified the killer as a transgenic - when confronted they were able to escape custody and managed to injure at least 6 officers. Suspect is described as approximately 14 years old, light brown hair and is wearing grey army fatigues. He is considered highly dangerous and if spotted, should not be approached."
A police officer stepped into the camera shot, a grim expression of determination on his face,
"Do not let his innocent, child-like appearance fool you. He may be young, but he is not human, he is a concoction of pure evil that was made only to kill. Do not approach him, just call the police. And if anyone spots other transgenics, recognised by their abnormal appearance or a tattoo at the back of their neck, they are to contact the police immediately."
Alec looked at Biggs, his eyes wide,
"This is so not good."
* * * * *
They left the building roughly half an hour later, both peering around nervously for police as they revisited their journey there. Alec flicked the collar of his shirt up, his eyes darting around, taking in everything. They stopped outside a carpark near Terminal City,
"Here's our babies."
"You're almost as bad as Max with that damn motorcycle."
"Its like an extra limb."
Biggs laughed as he ran his hand over his beloved bike, his fingers roughly grazing over the smooth texture. Alec joined in the humour, stopping as his phone rang,
"You've called Alec...Yeah...We saw it. Well I don't really know what I can do about it. Yes I know...Exposure...Yeah. Did anyone else? Really. So what do you think? White huh? Clever...Okay, I'm on my way. Bye."
Biggs looked at him, curious to know what that had been about,
"Who was?"
"Max. She saw the news. They just showed some close up of him apparently and no one in TC recognised him."
"So what does that mean?"
"Well she seems to think it means he is not transgenic. She thinks he's one of White's guys, they appear just like us, but they're not."
"Yeah, makes sense. Boy, I really would love to know what their plan is, it's just so creepy the way they do that whole selective breeding deal."
"Well you believe in selective mating Biggs."
"Selective sex. You used to be that way too."
"Still am. Just settled down a bit."
"A lot."
"You know you're jealous."
"Maybe I am...Nah!"
Alec pocketed his cell phone, mounting his motorcycle,
"Gotta blaze. Max wants me at TC now. What are you doing?"
"Figured I might make an appearance at work, Normal might excuse you from showing, but it's not the same for me."
"You don't have work today."
"Okay, okay I lied. Thought I'd go see this girl that..."
"Say no more. Later dude."
"Later."
Alec rode off, kicking up a cloud of smoke in the process from the dusty road. Biggs wrinkled his nose in distaste and jumped on his own bike. He kick-started it impatiently. Nothing. Not a sound. He tried again. Nothing.
"Great. Just don't start with me here, I'm a hungry transgenic who just blew off hanging out with his best friend by lying about having date because the stomach took priority. Just don't even try. Okay I do want you to start!"
He moved off, frowning at it, deeply annoyed. Fine, he would walk. Biggs set off, back in the direction he and Alec had met up at, his feet shuffling slightly as his stomach growled. He stopped finally at a hot dog stand, hidden in a mass of customers. Getting his order, he looked around at the people surrounding him, his pupils dilating to see two undercover police officers in a car holding what looked like one of those thermal scans Alec had mentioned, up in his direction. He strained his ears to hear what they were saying,
"...In sight...Hold position...On my direction...Stay on him."
He frowned, not sure if they were aware of who he was. He finished the rest of his food in a gulp, holding his drink in one hand, as he moved off, aware of two sector police watching him on either side. He looked back at the car,
"Listen up, people, you've been made. All units converge."
"Control, this is Position Nine. We're in pursuit."
"Copy, Position Nine. Calling in backup now."
The sector cops and a couple of the other men who had been watching Biggs approach ed him. One cop took aim at him,
"Freeze!"
Biggs threw his juice in one of the men's face and started to run. The cop fired and missed by inches. Biggs ran as fast as his genetically enhanced body could, the adrenaline fuelling him more as he blurred through the streets. More police joined in the hunt, but they were obviously no match for the X5.
" Control, this is Position Nine. We lost him."
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
It is so hot today. I say it every year here but Australian summers are just the biggest bitches. Especially since I spent a summer overseas once and hence missed out on summer here and now I just cant handle the heat. Even with air conditioning, my house is still hot. And even worse, it's humid, sticky. Gross. All the things that make a lazy writer...sorry though. Thanks for all the positive feedback I have been getting from everyone, I really appreciate it and so I'm going to keep all this stuff coming. You lucky readers, I'm doing like a chapter a night so that ought to keep you all happy.