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Ch. 4:
"All right, everyone, listen up!" Max clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. Alec and I were close to the catwalk, where Max and her computer- image boyfriend stood. The crowd of transgenics quieted, but I could hear some muffled grumbles.
"We've got an important shipment of supplies coming in to Terminal City. Luke here," Max pointed to the bat-like transgenic who manned the surveillance equipment, "is telling me that it's coming in tonight. I'm leaving Josh in charge while Alec, Jeremiah, Logan, Bobbie, and myself will go and retrieve the items. Any questions?"
"Yeah," a deep voice echoed from behind us. Alec and I turned to face a transgenic with shark-like teeth. His dark eyes glittered as he asked, "Why does the norm get to tag along?"
Max flushed as Logan's image spoke, "I can help by being the lookout and watching your leader's back. If you know what's good for you, you can understand that." The shark transgenic hissed as his female companion, a hefty looking trans-human with silvery skin crooned in his ear.
"Yes, we understand that, you pompous ass," Alec muttered under his breath. I covered my mouth to keep myself from laughing aloud.
Max cleared her throat as she said, "That'll be all. Carry on." The assorted transgenics went back to whatever it was that they were doing, while Max stepped down from the catwalk. I could see Alec practically melting as she walked up to us. Jeremiah sidled up beside me, glaring at Max as he did so.
Looking at the three of us, the Seattle X5s, Max asked, almost impatiently, "Look, Alec, do you think you'll be able to keep up with us tonight?"
Alec smirked as he waved his previously injured arm, "Don't worry, Maxie. I can keep up. You just worry about your boyfriend." Max huffed a bit as she gave Alec a dirty look.
"Logan can take care of himself. He says Joshua's transfusion from three years ago is doing wonders." She beamed with pride as the three of us shifted uncomfortably. Max ignored our discomfort as she looked at me, "Bobbie, how good are you in the water?"
I gave Max a glare, "I can swim and I can stay underwater for four minutes and thirty seconds."
"Hah! Five minutes and three seconds, beat that, Bob!" Alec crowed, giving me a wide smile. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Bite me, 494."
"With pleasure."
"Guys!" said Max, her face getting redder and redder by the minute. The two of us looked at her quizzically. "We don't have time for this. Meet Logan and me at Josh's old house in two hours." She walked off and I swear that her hips wiggled as she moved. I looked over at Alec and shook my head. The poor boy was gone. He gave a soft sigh as he watched Max's retreating backside.
"Alec's got a crush! Alec's got a crush!" I teased, bouncing around.
"Be quiet, 592," he said and I just stuck out my tongue again. "Come on, let's get our bikes and go." He walked over to Dix who was handing out clipboards where various X-series had signed off requests for transportation.
As Jeremiah watched Alec leave, he said, "I still can't believe he's taking orders from a niner."
"Jeremiah…"
"Bobbie, what did we say?" He looked at me, his eyes making me feel guilty again. Guilt is becoming a rather annoying emotion these days. "We promised that we could only count on each other. 494 listens to you. Tell him that, please."
"Jeremiah, we were kids then," I said, feeling slightly exasperated. "We didn't know anything except the escapees made our lives hell and that was it."
"Well, that Max," he spat, his eyes shining brightly, almost with madness, "is making our lives hell. I just came by Seattle to see how you guys were holding up and this is what I get. A leader who doesn't know her mind except when it's attached to a norm who dies if she touches him. Yep, great leader there."
"Jeremiah, just quit it. Alec likes her. I suggest you like her for Alec's sake." Jeremiah looked at me as though I had lost my mind. He knew I wasn't too fond of Max, but I only tolerated her for Alec's sake. I decided to change the subject.
Wagging a finger, I asked, "Besides, since when did you get so concerned about Alec's welfare? Last time I heard, you beat him up this morning."
Jeremiah had the decency to blush. "Who told you that?"
"No one," I said. "He just came over to my apartment, looking like he's been dragged through the mud and eventually I figured out what was going on."
"Bobbie, it's just that he doesn't know what he is anymore," Jeremiah ran a hand through his hair and paced in circles. "He's a goddamned soldier! He's gone on more away missions than you can count and he was Manticore's finest assassin. Instead, I see him wasting his life on odd jobs that don't mean a thing and dedicating his life to a leader who only cares about curing some damned virus Manticore whipped up."
"And you think you're the one who can get him back on track."
"That's right!" Jeremiah looked pleased that I was finally coming around. "I've been talking to a couple of guys and they're telling me that they can get us a couple of jobs for the government. Protecting the country and all that."
"Jeremiah," I began, but stopped when Alec walked up to us and handed us a couple of keys.
"Here you go, Bobbie, a fine set of motorcycle keys, for a fine lady," Alec gave me a charming grin, which faded away when he handed Jeremiah his key set.
"Jeremiah, how's that eye? It looks like it still needs some healing."
"I'm fine, 494," Jeremiah growled as he took his keys. Alec frowned at him, then shrugged.
Sidling up to me, he whispered, "What do you say, Bob? Want to race me on the cycle?" I gave him a quick grin.
"Alec, do you have to ask?" I walked over to my rental motorbike for the evening. It was sleek and black. I sat down on it, reveling in the hidden strength and power of the bike.
"Let's go!" Alec shouted, zooming off and exiting Terminal City, leaving Jeremiah and myself in the dust.
"You little sneak!" I shouted, revving up the engine and following him into the night.
Ch. 4:
"All right, everyone, listen up!" Max clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. Alec and I were close to the catwalk, where Max and her computer- image boyfriend stood. The crowd of transgenics quieted, but I could hear some muffled grumbles.
"We've got an important shipment of supplies coming in to Terminal City. Luke here," Max pointed to the bat-like transgenic who manned the surveillance equipment, "is telling me that it's coming in tonight. I'm leaving Josh in charge while Alec, Jeremiah, Logan, Bobbie, and myself will go and retrieve the items. Any questions?"
"Yeah," a deep voice echoed from behind us. Alec and I turned to face a transgenic with shark-like teeth. His dark eyes glittered as he asked, "Why does the norm get to tag along?"
Max flushed as Logan's image spoke, "I can help by being the lookout and watching your leader's back. If you know what's good for you, you can understand that." The shark transgenic hissed as his female companion, a hefty looking trans-human with silvery skin crooned in his ear.
"Yes, we understand that, you pompous ass," Alec muttered under his breath. I covered my mouth to keep myself from laughing aloud.
Max cleared her throat as she said, "That'll be all. Carry on." The assorted transgenics went back to whatever it was that they were doing, while Max stepped down from the catwalk. I could see Alec practically melting as she walked up to us. Jeremiah sidled up beside me, glaring at Max as he did so.
Looking at the three of us, the Seattle X5s, Max asked, almost impatiently, "Look, Alec, do you think you'll be able to keep up with us tonight?"
Alec smirked as he waved his previously injured arm, "Don't worry, Maxie. I can keep up. You just worry about your boyfriend." Max huffed a bit as she gave Alec a dirty look.
"Logan can take care of himself. He says Joshua's transfusion from three years ago is doing wonders." She beamed with pride as the three of us shifted uncomfortably. Max ignored our discomfort as she looked at me, "Bobbie, how good are you in the water?"
I gave Max a glare, "I can swim and I can stay underwater for four minutes and thirty seconds."
"Hah! Five minutes and three seconds, beat that, Bob!" Alec crowed, giving me a wide smile. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Bite me, 494."
"With pleasure."
"Guys!" said Max, her face getting redder and redder by the minute. The two of us looked at her quizzically. "We don't have time for this. Meet Logan and me at Josh's old house in two hours." She walked off and I swear that her hips wiggled as she moved. I looked over at Alec and shook my head. The poor boy was gone. He gave a soft sigh as he watched Max's retreating backside.
"Alec's got a crush! Alec's got a crush!" I teased, bouncing around.
"Be quiet, 592," he said and I just stuck out my tongue again. "Come on, let's get our bikes and go." He walked over to Dix who was handing out clipboards where various X-series had signed off requests for transportation.
As Jeremiah watched Alec leave, he said, "I still can't believe he's taking orders from a niner."
"Jeremiah…"
"Bobbie, what did we say?" He looked at me, his eyes making me feel guilty again. Guilt is becoming a rather annoying emotion these days. "We promised that we could only count on each other. 494 listens to you. Tell him that, please."
"Jeremiah, we were kids then," I said, feeling slightly exasperated. "We didn't know anything except the escapees made our lives hell and that was it."
"Well, that Max," he spat, his eyes shining brightly, almost with madness, "is making our lives hell. I just came by Seattle to see how you guys were holding up and this is what I get. A leader who doesn't know her mind except when it's attached to a norm who dies if she touches him. Yep, great leader there."
"Jeremiah, just quit it. Alec likes her. I suggest you like her for Alec's sake." Jeremiah looked at me as though I had lost my mind. He knew I wasn't too fond of Max, but I only tolerated her for Alec's sake. I decided to change the subject.
Wagging a finger, I asked, "Besides, since when did you get so concerned about Alec's welfare? Last time I heard, you beat him up this morning."
Jeremiah had the decency to blush. "Who told you that?"
"No one," I said. "He just came over to my apartment, looking like he's been dragged through the mud and eventually I figured out what was going on."
"Bobbie, it's just that he doesn't know what he is anymore," Jeremiah ran a hand through his hair and paced in circles. "He's a goddamned soldier! He's gone on more away missions than you can count and he was Manticore's finest assassin. Instead, I see him wasting his life on odd jobs that don't mean a thing and dedicating his life to a leader who only cares about curing some damned virus Manticore whipped up."
"And you think you're the one who can get him back on track."
"That's right!" Jeremiah looked pleased that I was finally coming around. "I've been talking to a couple of guys and they're telling me that they can get us a couple of jobs for the government. Protecting the country and all that."
"Jeremiah," I began, but stopped when Alec walked up to us and handed us a couple of keys.
"Here you go, Bobbie, a fine set of motorcycle keys, for a fine lady," Alec gave me a charming grin, which faded away when he handed Jeremiah his key set.
"Jeremiah, how's that eye? It looks like it still needs some healing."
"I'm fine, 494," Jeremiah growled as he took his keys. Alec frowned at him, then shrugged.
Sidling up to me, he whispered, "What do you say, Bob? Want to race me on the cycle?" I gave him a quick grin.
"Alec, do you have to ask?" I walked over to my rental motorbike for the evening. It was sleek and black. I sat down on it, reveling in the hidden strength and power of the bike.
"Let's go!" Alec shouted, zooming off and exiting Terminal City, leaving Jeremiah and myself in the dust.
"You little sneak!" I shouted, revving up the engine and following him into the night.