Author: Chippewa Livingston
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An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: 21. Bad Press
At a loss for what to do if they arrested him, I stood at the door, watching the cop car and assessing my options. A low hum just broke the thresh hold of hearing. It was like a distant swarm of bees. I looked up to see a small army of machines whirling my way. Hover drones.
I ducked back in the kitchen. What a day, he'd let my name slip and now it was likely that someone got a snapshot of my face. But as quickly as it had risen the sound receded. I peered around the door frame to see the drones whirring off after Lucid of all people. Flashes lasting milliseconds lit the girl up in the manner of a strobe light to my vision. She looked positively terrified.
A car door slammed, he was walking my way. I didn't move from the doorway, willing him not to turn around. Press was the last thing we needed. I forced my features to be blank. As long I looked okay then I could believe I was. "How's Mitzi?" He asked.
"Getting everyone calmed down." I pulled him inside. "There's police surveillance everywhere."
"I know. All around Lucid. She's the police chief's daughter." He pulled my jacket tighter but I didn't need it not with the second jolt of adrenaline I'd just received.
"We should leave before they decide to come in here."
"What if she talks?" We were already making our way to the front door just talking loud enough for the other to hear. "She knows what we look like and where you work. Even if her daddy just wanted to say 'thank you' could be trouble."
A gust of wind blew creating an unpleasant draft up my skirt. Flashing lights could still be seen between buildings. There was nothing we could do. "What story did you tell Fran?"
The female cop had questioned Mitzi and I. The process seemed quite routine and the female cop seemed half interested except in answers that concerned Lucid. "The truth more or less. I offered to feed the kid, she followed me home. Next thing we knew we were being held up. 'It jus' all happened so fast. I mean, my gosh, I hardly had a minute to think'" I drawled, quoting Roxanne. "I was jus' shakin' in my shoes!" My smile was lost on him.
"Elle-"
"Will you stop that!" I stepped away from him, putting space between him so he'd have to raise his voice. "I'm fine I was playing a part."
"Roxanne was scared." He admitted. "But so were you. They were unorganized, untrained…"
"So I froze!" I was really yelling now, though the effect was lessened somewhat by a barking dog. "It happens."
"Not to you."
"That was before."
We rounded a corner and without warning he shoved me into a side street. I put out my hands to brace myself just as he grabbed me to stop me from running into the brick face of a building. I rounded on him, furious. "Those cameras might have seen the back of my head, how 'bout you?" Whatever I had been about to say fled from my mind.
"One might have seen my face, I can't be sure."
"We're being followed."
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: 21. Bad Press
At a loss for what to do if they arrested him, I stood at the door, watching the cop car and assessing my options. A low hum just broke the thresh hold of hearing. It was like a distant swarm of bees. I looked up to see a small army of machines whirling my way. Hover drones.
I ducked back in the kitchen. What a day, he'd let my name slip and now it was likely that someone got a snapshot of my face. But as quickly as it had risen the sound receded. I peered around the door frame to see the drones whirring off after Lucid of all people. Flashes lasting milliseconds lit the girl up in the manner of a strobe light to my vision. She looked positively terrified.
A car door slammed, he was walking my way. I didn't move from the doorway, willing him not to turn around. Press was the last thing we needed. I forced my features to be blank. As long I looked okay then I could believe I was. "How's Mitzi?" He asked.
"Getting everyone calmed down." I pulled him inside. "There's police surveillance everywhere."
"I know. All around Lucid. She's the police chief's daughter." He pulled my jacket tighter but I didn't need it not with the second jolt of adrenaline I'd just received.
"We should leave before they decide to come in here."
"What if she talks?" We were already making our way to the front door just talking loud enough for the other to hear. "She knows what we look like and where you work. Even if her daddy just wanted to say 'thank you' could be trouble."
A gust of wind blew creating an unpleasant draft up my skirt. Flashing lights could still be seen between buildings. There was nothing we could do. "What story did you tell Fran?"
The female cop had questioned Mitzi and I. The process seemed quite routine and the female cop seemed half interested except in answers that concerned Lucid. "The truth more or less. I offered to feed the kid, she followed me home. Next thing we knew we were being held up. 'It jus' all happened so fast. I mean, my gosh, I hardly had a minute to think'" I drawled, quoting Roxanne. "I was jus' shakin' in my shoes!" My smile was lost on him.
"Elle-"
"Will you stop that!" I stepped away from him, putting space between him so he'd have to raise his voice. "I'm fine I was playing a part."
"Roxanne was scared." He admitted. "But so were you. They were unorganized, untrained…"
"So I froze!" I was really yelling now, though the effect was lessened somewhat by a barking dog. "It happens."
"Not to you."
"That was before."
We rounded a corner and without warning he shoved me into a side street. I put out my hands to brace myself just as he grabbed me to stop me from running into the brick face of a building. I rounded on him, furious. "Those cameras might have seen the back of my head, how 'bout you?" Whatever I had been about to say fled from my mind.
"One might have seen my face, I can't be sure."
"We're being followed."