~~~~~~~EPISODE 1: TO WHERE IT BENT IN THE UNDERGROWTH ~~~~~~
EP1 CHAPTER 1: CANDLE-LIT-DINNER (EDITED)
After having gone through a very tedious negotiation with the Seattle Police, the transgenics were finally given a chance to stay at terminal city… PROVIDED that they do not leave the city for whatever reasons. This meant scarcity of food, gas, and other materials they need to survive and to simply use for fixing their newly functioning machines.
In her cat suit, Max sneaked out of Terminal City right from under the eyes of the police manning the fort. She needed to get them some supplies and Alec has already gone to scrounge up some since over an hour ago. As Max crept out, the sector police hardly noticed and she was quickly able to go right out of Terminal City and into the nearby alley. Stopping in front of a pile of boxes over an old piece of cloth, Max swung the cloth to reveal her ninja. Walking the ninja through the alley towards the road, she rode her baby towards Joshua's.
JOSHU'A PLACE
Logan sat in front of his computer trying to fix it so he could re- broadcast as Eyes Only. Pounding on the computer to keep it running through the security test, the computer came alive and started its system security check. Within 3 seconds the computer flashed, "GATEWAY SECURE." Clapping his hands and smiling, "This is just great - !"
Just then, Max stepped in the room and leaned on the frame separating the living room from the entry hall. "Hey," she smiled.
"Max!" Logan looked up and walked over to Max, but stopped dead on his tracks. Instead, he went in front of the computers again, stood and motioned with his hand, "This is great, awesome - ! I can't thank you and the rest enough!" Logan sat back on his chair smiling.
"Can't have Logan-Cale-save-the-world-foundation not running." Max said smiling. She looked around, "Nice. You cleaned up the place." Nodded, "I knew this place had potential. All it took was Logan Cale flying down."
Logan looked up from the computer, "Thanks," as he looked back on the screen.
Walking towards the computers and staying behind Logan, Max looked at Logan's monitors, "Came here for those stuff I got this morning? Left it here. You know – food, gas, money from some pissed off drug dealer wantin' to double cross his boss…"
"Aaah…" Logan nodded in understanding, sitting back, while Max backed away. "Kept them near the fridge." Max's eyebrows met to denote a look of concern. The fridge was not exactly a very pleasant smelling place the last time she was here looking for Joshua. God I wish Logan was not such a cleanliness freak! Walking towards the kitchen, Max noticed the newly painted maroon walls. Muttering to herself, "What's with this guy and maroon walls?" she smirked. Her usually sensitive senses prepared to gather the rotten smell of food. Stopping dead on her tracks to scan the room, Max could smell the fresh aroma of newly cooked garlic chicken on a plate in the middle of the table just waiting for her to get her hands on. "Ummmm! Oh god this sure is heaven!"
Logan looked up from his computer towards the kitchen. He just heard Max's comment on the chicken he prepared for tonight's dinner. Smiling, he shouted, "Found it?"
"Uh… yeah… no… Can I eat this?"
Logan walked into the kitchen doorway and looking at Max, "Yes, it's for you. I knew you were coming when I saw those 'packages' this morning."
"Oh… thanks!" And Max proceeded to eat and then stopped, her hand in midair, before her first pinch of chicken entered her mouth. "Wait. Have you tasted this awesome chick?"
"As a matter of fact, no. I haven't eaten. I figured - "
"Uh-oh." Pushing the plate from as her face became a mask devoid of emotion, pushing back her chair.
Logan knew she's angry, being reminded of the virus again by this time. And so he immediately said, "Hey!"
Max looked at him, "Sorry I ruined – "
"Hey! I still have some - "
" – your dinner." Max prepared to take the food, gas, and suitcase filled with money located beside the fridge.
" – here." He opened the stove and took out another plate, smiling. "Max." Max looked up. "Let's have dinner." Clashing emotions crossed Max's face within seconds. As Max sidestepped Logan to leave, "Please."
Looking over Logan's shoulder, Max let go of the things she was carrying, sighed and mumbled a small, "Okay."
"Thank you." Logan let a sigh of relief escape him as he placed his plate on his side of the table while Max walked back towards hers. Logan looked at Max and attempted to lighten the mood, "Now this is the real reason you left these -" motioning towards the things for Terminal City, " – here, didn't you? You knew I would 'cook-up' something, so to speak?!" A glint of playful mischief can be seen on his eyes.
"Damn straight!" as Max smiled at Logan. "God! I can't believe how I missed real food!"
"You mean, garlic chicken a-la-Cale?" A hint of a smile that Logan couldn't hide anymore crept up.
"Uhuh. This is real good, Logan." Max ate the small piece of chicken sumptuously. "Where'd you get it anyway? Last thing I heard, some wacko- kind-a-disease came over the whole lot."
Logan started eating, himself, "I have my sources."
"Mmm… sure wished I had them as my sources too."
Smiling, Logan asked on a more serious tone, "How's the crew doing?"
"They're good. Sector cops won't let anyone through, but the X-series do their part. Only wonder how this ceasefire will turn out to be." Max looked out the window.
He looked into her eyes and reached his hand to place it over Max's to squeeze it hard, "It's gonna be okay." Max jerked at his touch and stared at him only to notice Logan's gloved hands over her own as she tried to control her reaction.
"I know hope is for losers…" Max shrugged, "still. I hope you're right." Logan took her hand, opened her palm and twined his fingers with hers.
He looked pointedly at Max, "I know so."
As the two stared longingly at their hands clasped together, Max stood up, "Thanks for dinner. Gotta get these through."
Logan stood from his chair. "Yeah, you better."
Max carried the packages towards her Ninja as Logan followed with the suitcase full of cash. "Don't forget about this."
Max looked back at him and took the suitcase from his outstretched hands, muttering a soft, "Thanks." She tied it with the other things at the back of her ninja. She rode her bike, turned the motor on and looked at Logan. "Thanks. It was a great dinner."
Logan stepped closer and brushed his gloved hands across her chin, "Just be careful." They stared at each other until Max revved up the motor and speeds on, Logan looking at her as she did so.
Logan entered Joshua's place and sat in front of the computer, looking blankly on the screen.
EP1 CHAPTER 1: CANDLE-LIT-DINNER (EDITED)
After having gone through a very tedious negotiation with the Seattle Police, the transgenics were finally given a chance to stay at terminal city… PROVIDED that they do not leave the city for whatever reasons. This meant scarcity of food, gas, and other materials they need to survive and to simply use for fixing their newly functioning machines.
In her cat suit, Max sneaked out of Terminal City right from under the eyes of the police manning the fort. She needed to get them some supplies and Alec has already gone to scrounge up some since over an hour ago. As Max crept out, the sector police hardly noticed and she was quickly able to go right out of Terminal City and into the nearby alley. Stopping in front of a pile of boxes over an old piece of cloth, Max swung the cloth to reveal her ninja. Walking the ninja through the alley towards the road, she rode her baby towards Joshua's.
JOSHU'A PLACE
Logan sat in front of his computer trying to fix it so he could re- broadcast as Eyes Only. Pounding on the computer to keep it running through the security test, the computer came alive and started its system security check. Within 3 seconds the computer flashed, "GATEWAY SECURE." Clapping his hands and smiling, "This is just great - !"
Just then, Max stepped in the room and leaned on the frame separating the living room from the entry hall. "Hey," she smiled.
"Max!" Logan looked up and walked over to Max, but stopped dead on his tracks. Instead, he went in front of the computers again, stood and motioned with his hand, "This is great, awesome - ! I can't thank you and the rest enough!" Logan sat back on his chair smiling.
"Can't have Logan-Cale-save-the-world-foundation not running." Max said smiling. She looked around, "Nice. You cleaned up the place." Nodded, "I knew this place had potential. All it took was Logan Cale flying down."
Logan looked up from the computer, "Thanks," as he looked back on the screen.
Walking towards the computers and staying behind Logan, Max looked at Logan's monitors, "Came here for those stuff I got this morning? Left it here. You know – food, gas, money from some pissed off drug dealer wantin' to double cross his boss…"
"Aaah…" Logan nodded in understanding, sitting back, while Max backed away. "Kept them near the fridge." Max's eyebrows met to denote a look of concern. The fridge was not exactly a very pleasant smelling place the last time she was here looking for Joshua. God I wish Logan was not such a cleanliness freak! Walking towards the kitchen, Max noticed the newly painted maroon walls. Muttering to herself, "What's with this guy and maroon walls?" she smirked. Her usually sensitive senses prepared to gather the rotten smell of food. Stopping dead on her tracks to scan the room, Max could smell the fresh aroma of newly cooked garlic chicken on a plate in the middle of the table just waiting for her to get her hands on. "Ummmm! Oh god this sure is heaven!"
Logan looked up from his computer towards the kitchen. He just heard Max's comment on the chicken he prepared for tonight's dinner. Smiling, he shouted, "Found it?"
"Uh… yeah… no… Can I eat this?"
Logan walked into the kitchen doorway and looking at Max, "Yes, it's for you. I knew you were coming when I saw those 'packages' this morning."
"Oh… thanks!" And Max proceeded to eat and then stopped, her hand in midair, before her first pinch of chicken entered her mouth. "Wait. Have you tasted this awesome chick?"
"As a matter of fact, no. I haven't eaten. I figured - "
"Uh-oh." Pushing the plate from as her face became a mask devoid of emotion, pushing back her chair.
Logan knew she's angry, being reminded of the virus again by this time. And so he immediately said, "Hey!"
Max looked at him, "Sorry I ruined – "
"Hey! I still have some - "
" – your dinner." Max prepared to take the food, gas, and suitcase filled with money located beside the fridge.
" – here." He opened the stove and took out another plate, smiling. "Max." Max looked up. "Let's have dinner." Clashing emotions crossed Max's face within seconds. As Max sidestepped Logan to leave, "Please."
Looking over Logan's shoulder, Max let go of the things she was carrying, sighed and mumbled a small, "Okay."
"Thank you." Logan let a sigh of relief escape him as he placed his plate on his side of the table while Max walked back towards hers. Logan looked at Max and attempted to lighten the mood, "Now this is the real reason you left these -" motioning towards the things for Terminal City, " – here, didn't you? You knew I would 'cook-up' something, so to speak?!" A glint of playful mischief can be seen on his eyes.
"Damn straight!" as Max smiled at Logan. "God! I can't believe how I missed real food!"
"You mean, garlic chicken a-la-Cale?" A hint of a smile that Logan couldn't hide anymore crept up.
"Uhuh. This is real good, Logan." Max ate the small piece of chicken sumptuously. "Where'd you get it anyway? Last thing I heard, some wacko- kind-a-disease came over the whole lot."
Logan started eating, himself, "I have my sources."
"Mmm… sure wished I had them as my sources too."
Smiling, Logan asked on a more serious tone, "How's the crew doing?"
"They're good. Sector cops won't let anyone through, but the X-series do their part. Only wonder how this ceasefire will turn out to be." Max looked out the window.
He looked into her eyes and reached his hand to place it over Max's to squeeze it hard, "It's gonna be okay." Max jerked at his touch and stared at him only to notice Logan's gloved hands over her own as she tried to control her reaction.
"I know hope is for losers…" Max shrugged, "still. I hope you're right." Logan took her hand, opened her palm and twined his fingers with hers.
He looked pointedly at Max, "I know so."
As the two stared longingly at their hands clasped together, Max stood up, "Thanks for dinner. Gotta get these through."
Logan stood from his chair. "Yeah, you better."
Max carried the packages towards her Ninja as Logan followed with the suitcase full of cash. "Don't forget about this."
Max looked back at him and took the suitcase from his outstretched hands, muttering a soft, "Thanks." She tied it with the other things at the back of her ninja. She rode her bike, turned the motor on and looked at Logan. "Thanks. It was a great dinner."
Logan stepped closer and brushed his gloved hands across her chin, "Just be careful." They stared at each other until Max revved up the motor and speeds on, Logan looking at her as she did so.
Logan entered Joshua's place and sat in front of the computer, looking blankly on the screen.