A/N: The usual thanks go out to everyone. I know I've gone out on a bit of a tangent lately and there hasn't been much in the way of training, but I will come back to it. This part of the story just popped in my head and I had to tell it. Hope you're all still enjoying it! - Mel

God, Alec couldn't believe he was doing this. As he spoke the words he cringed at the tone his voice was having to take. It would take several bottles of scotch to get over this one.

"This is a streaming freedom video bulletin. This cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds…"

*Come on! With all this crap he says at the beginning, it only leaves ten seconds for his ever important messages. No wonder the moron got nabbed!*

"…It is the only free voice left in the city…"

*Whatever!*

"Special Agent Ames White, you've screwed up again."

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"What the hell is going on here?" White stormed into the room and directed his question at Otto.

"We're doing a trace now Sir." Otto had his eyes fixed to the computer screen in front of him.

"What I don't understand Otto is why we're having to do a trace in the first place! Seeing as we have Eyes Only sitting bound and gagged down the hall!"

"With all due respect Sir, we have the man you believe to be Eyes Only in the next room. We're still waiting for his full identification."

White's hand moved around Otto's throat, lifting him from his chair and pushing him against the wall.

"Are you questioning my methods?"

White turned his head swiftly as he heard the words, his grip on Otto's throat easing.

"Special Agent Ames White, you've screwed up again."

White's face clenched as he heard his name. He released Otto and moved to the screen, his entire body seething with anger.

"The man you are currently holding is innocent. No more than an Eyes Only copycat."

White yelled to the entire room. "What the hell is going on! Is this delayed?"

"The people of Seattle have foolishly put their trust in you and the government in the fight against the transgenic race."

"No Sir. The feed is live." One of the Agents spoke up from their chair.

"Don't you think it was time they knew who you really are? What you really are?"

"How do you know it's live?!" White was near screaming.

"You dare to call the transgenics freaks and a menace to society, when you are the real menace."

"Delayed feeds produce different waves Sir. This is definitely live. We're working on a trace." The same Agent spoke as fast as he possibly could, fear entering his voice.

"You Ames White and your Conclave."

White lost all control. He wrapped his hands around the computer monitor and smashed it to the floor.

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Max and her team moved swiftly through the empty corridors of the precinct. Max couldn't believe how easy these places were to sneak through sometimes. The police of Seattle were still as stupid as ever.

They slipped passed the first three doors and stopped at the fourth. Max glanced into the glass of the door. She crouched to the ground and signalled to the others. One of the X-6s moved next to her and proceeded to unlock the door. When it popped open, Max gave him a pat on the back and signalled the others to stay watch. Each crawling to the ceiling and holding their positions.

Max slid into the room and quickly surveyed the area for surveillance equipment. She blurred to the right corner of the room and disabled the single camera. She then moved to the centre and jumped onto the table. She reached up and removed the air conditioning grate from the ceiling and pulled herself in. Being sure to replace it behind her.

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"Whilst Manticore spliced together various DNA strands, The Conclave killed hundreds of innocent humans to produce the perfect soldier. Many of these innocents were children." The photographs retrieved from Lydecker were displayed on the screen, freezing on the picture of the young child's bones.

"Somebody shut him up!" White was now throwing chairs around the room.

The room was silent, except for the continuing broadcast.

"These innocent children were coerced to drink the poisoned blood of snakes to prove their strength to The Conclave. To prove their loyalty. Many of them failed."

"We've traced the location."

White's mind was running in circles, rendering him deaf to the sounds of those around him.

"Go!" Otto spoke on White's behalf and the agent radioed through his commands to the sector police as he ran out the door.

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Max found her entry point. She looked carefully into the room. Logan was alone. White had handcuffed his hands and legs to a steel chair. Tape held his mouth shut. Max watched his slumped frame as she slowly lifted the grate. She moved her head into the room and spotted the lone camera against the left hand wall. She removed a spray can from her jacket and sprayed an adhesive on her hands and feet. She quickly moved her hands to the ceiling, allowing the adhesive to grip slightly and scurried across the ceiling like a spider. She made it to the wall and disabled the camera, as she silently dropped to the floor.

She took in a long deep breath as she looked at Logan. Blood trickled down his unconscious face and Max could see that White had broken at least three of his fingers. She winced slightly as she took in the sight, then moved toward him.

She knelt before him and retrieved a pin to open the handcuffs. She paused momentarily before finally touching him and unlocking the cuffs.

Logan flinched slightly as he felt her hands move around his wrist. Slowly regained consciousness and witnessed her confused brown eyes looking directly at him. He let out a breath and muffled her name.

Max brought a finger to her mouth, signalling him to stay quiet. She removed the cuffs from his feet and finally the tape from his mouth. He began to get up from the chair.

"Don't say a word."

She whispered the command with such conviction that it threw Logan back to his seat. Or perhaps it was the sudden engulfing dizzy fog that moved throughout his body.

Max moved an arm under his and helped him to his feet.

"I need you to get in there." She pointed to the air conditioning vent. "Do you think you can do that?"

Logan took a moment to regain his surrounds, then nodded his head. They then moved to the centre of the room and climb onto the table. Logan was about to reach up when a small head poked through the vent.

"Max!" It was Dop, the X-6 who opened the door earlier. "Whites men have moved out of the compound. No sign of the devil himself though."

Max nodded and signalled for him to help Logan up. She quickly followed and closed the grate.

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"You released the symbol to identify transgenics to the public. The Barcode located on the back of the neck. I now release the symbol to identify you and your Conclave." The familiars snake symbol was shown on the screen. "Located on the forearm."

White let out a guttural yell.

"All those wearing this symbol can not be trusted, they are a danger to us all. Fe'nastol Agent White."

There was a knock at the door.

"This has been a streaming freedom video bulletin. Peace. Out."

"WHAT!!!!" White was red with fury.

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Max, Logan and team slipped out of the compound via the roof. They made it to their getaway vehicle, loaded in and sped off.

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"Well I think that went rather well." Alec turned in his chair and gave Mole a large grin. "Though I wish the guys voice wasn't so scratchy." He rubbed a hand across his throat.

"What now?" Mole was still all business.

Alec took the glasses of the table and placed them on his face, shuddering slightly as the cool metal touched his nose, bringing too many unwanted memories back. Memories of this god awful hair!

"We wait."

"For what?"

"For the fun part."

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"Agent White?" The man entered from the doorway.

"Yes!" White gleefully imagined crushing this man's skull purely for uttering his name.

"I'm Detective Sung of the Seattle PD."

"Is that supposed to impress me?" White looked him up and down, disdain written all over his face.

"We have the identification of the man you have in custody. Thought you may be interested."

Matt Sung handed White the file, smiled and left the room.

White opened the file in front of him, his blood beginning to boil.

"Is this some kind of joke!" White yelled after Sung, but got no answer. "Richard… Cranium!."

He threw the file against the wall, pictures of Logan scattering across the floor. He moved to one of the remaining agents, grabbing him by his shirt.

"You. Come with me."

White dragged the agent down the hall.

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"Heads up Alec."

"Thanks Dix."

Alec signalled to the X-6s and they scattered across the room. He nodded to Mole, who moved behind the door. Alec slowly turned around in the desk chair and face the computer screens once more.

He didn't move a muscle when the front door came crashing in.

"FREEZE!!"

Alec slowly turned himself around, a large smirk on his face, hands in the air.

"Oh dear God no." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, "How ever did you find me?"

Five officers filed into the house, scouring the room for other assailants. There were none to be seen.

"I said freeze dirt bag!"

Alec made the first move, gliding across the room at full transgenic speed. The X-6s dropped from the ceiling and disarmed three of the officers. The door slammed shut causing the fourth officer to turn quickly. Mole ripped the gun from his hands and moved in until he was chest to chest with the officer.

"Boo." The officer fell to the ground terrified.

Alec had the leaders gun and was now pointing it at his head as he cowered to the floor.

"Did you just call me dirt bag?" He cocked the trigger then looked across to Mole. "It's this outfit isn't it?" He shook his head as he looked down.

"How many more are coming?" Mole shoved his gun into the officer's chest.

"Oh God, it talks." The officer whimpered slightly.

"Yes I bloody talk! What did you think I was going to do? Stand here and stick my blue tongue out at you? Now answer my question. How many more are coming?"

"There are two more teams on their way." The leader spoke. "One of them are NSA."

"White's guys." Alec acknowledge the window and Mole checked it out. "How's it look?"

"They're not in sight." Mole scanned the perimeter again. "But they're not far. I can hear the sirens."

Alec nodded at the confirmation. He thought he could hear them too.

"Ok boys, you know what to do."

In unison, the team of soldiers lifted their newly acquired firearms and brought them down onto the officers heads, knocking each of them unconscious.

"We're on the move Dix."

"Ok Alec."

"First team go."

Alec sent Mole and the X-6s off before him. He wanted to be sure they were clear before the other teams arrived. He also needed them ready to back him up if things got a little hairy. They were then to head back to headquarters and into safety. He waited another thirty seconds then exited the house.

He could hear the patrol cars closing in as he descended the stairs of Joshua's front veranda. He paused for a moment and waited until they were in sight. He then started to run down the road at a boring human pace.

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White shoved the agent into the room as his phone began to ring.

"Check on him!"

White pushed the agent through the door as he answered his phone.

"What!…Not now!"

He slammed the flip case shut and turned to the room, knocking over the other agent as he rushed outside. White picked him up by the scruff of his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

"What do you think…" White's voice trailed off as he set his eyes on the empty room.

White lifted the agent above his head and threw him down the hallway.

"NOOOOOO!"

He stood, fists clenched, chest rising and falling fast as everyone in the precinct waited in silence. All eyes were on White. Eyes that earlier held at least the smallest amount of respect and now held nothing but uncertainty. White's phone was the only thing that broke the silence.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat!!!"

White ignored the faces staring at him and slowly cracked his neck to each side, a higher level of anger taking over his body.

He pelted his phone at the wall and watched as is shattered against the cement. He pulled his gun from its holster and cocked it ready.

"Want something done properly."

He stormed down the hallway and out of the precinct, knocking anyone down who got in his way.

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Alec could not believe the utter stupidity of the Seattle PD. Not only had he given them ample time to see him exiting the exact location they would have traced the signal to, he was now walking at a pace that Logan's grandmother could keep up with. Drunk!

He was supposed to lead the police on a wild goose chase and now he was a sitting duck for a damn good lashing from Max. *Lucky I haven't taught her too much yet. She can't hurt me with meditation.*

His walking around was pointless. He could probably return to the house, knock on the door with a sign saying 'I'm the one you want' and the police would still loose him.

Alec decided to radio Dix and find out where Max was.

"Dix, it's Alec. Over."

"Yeah Alec."

"Where's the vehicle? I've got no followers."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, positive." He glanced once more to be completely certain.

"Ok. I'll give you their location."

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Max moved to the front seat of the van. She didn't want to have to make small talk with Logan right now. Besides, he was in the back having his wounds tended to.

They didn't have far to go now. They had a small cabin set up in the woods for Logan to stay at for the night and they would ship him out in the morning. After a few changes to his appearance. *And preferably personality.*

Max snickered at her thoughts. Alec really was having an effect on her. Her mind was about to stroll off on a tangent when she suddenly saw a figure pop out in front of the car.

"Stop!"

The van came to a screeching holt as Max yelled the word. It stopped just inches from the person in front of it. Max opened her door, shaking her head.

"Get in you idiot."

She scooted over to the middle as Alec jumped in the van. He closed the door and the vehicle was moving once more.

"What are you doing here?" Max slammed her palm into his shoulder.

"Firstly, ow!" He indicated his shoulder. "And secondly, it's good to see you safe too Max."

He turned to the back of the van and saw Callie, a fellow X-5, tending to Logan's wounds.

"Logan!" Alec faked the enthusiasm in his voice. "Good to see you again buddy. You look like shit!"

Logan narrowed his eyes. "You look like me."

"And like I said. You look like shit."

With that Alec turned back around, just in time to feel Max's elbow in his ribs.