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A/N: Thanks for all who reviewed. I guess I didn't know enough about ff.net to know that when I replaced the default chapter with an edited version, it erased the entire story. Sorry about that. Here's chapter 2. Took me 3:45:15 secs to write coz I was reading my friend's fic and looking at pictures and news about DA.
A/N: Remember, this takes place 3 months after FN. I think I placed that in Chapter 1, but I can't really remember now. Not much is happening yet. Several things I keep looking into so, well see what I choose. Thing is, I don't want to write any more than 3 pages at a time. And the story is unfolding right before my mind. Had to drill a hole in my head to put a slow motion to it. ;) Hope you enjoy this. If you do or you don't better tell me so we could improve it. ;)
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EP1 CHAPTER 2: STARTIN' AT SOLUTIONS AND RESOLUTIONS
Max rides her ninja around the city. The wind blowing through her hair.
CRASH
At Crash, Original Cindy and Sketchy are drinking beer on the table where Logan sketched his theory on Manticore and White's Breeding Cult on a tissue a few months back. They watch a couple of Jam Pony Messenger play pool. Sketchy confused, asked Original Cindy, "So what you're saying is Max can't deliver packages so she don't get paid. But Normal let her deliver 'em at night so she gets paid? And no signature?! Damned! Wish Normal'd do that with me. D'you think I could plead?"
Alec approaches them, "Not a chance, Sketch." Original Cindy and Sketchy looks up to find Alec sitting on a chair in their table.
Sketchy still shaking his head, "No signatures… damn!"
"Goes for me too, buddy," Alec jokingly punched Sketchy on the chest.
As Original Cindy nods her greeting, Sketchy rose and slapped Alec by the arm, "Hey, man! Glad to see you hitting us by." Realizing what he said, Sketchy looks around cautiously, "You sure you ought to be here, man? I mean, you know… lots o'people and well… gotta be careful."
"Don't worry, this boy here checked out the place, ain't you?" asked OC
Alec smiled, "Yes, checked it out. No one here but Jam Pony Messengers, which I still am."
"So… how's Max? She coming?" motioning at Alec with her head.
"Don't know yet. All I know that Logan did try and see whether the footage was enough for people to recognize her in that sector cop video. Turns out that it wasn't and what's left of it has been shut down the drain by mr. boyfriend."
"I'll pretend I didn't here that last part. But if Logan did it, then my boo's good. Don't be wantin' to get my boo into trouble."
Looking at OC, Sketchy nodded, "Gotta give it to Normal. Never thought the guy would give it." He turned to Alec, "Hey man, let's have a game o'pool and show me that trick you got up your sleeves again. Never could get that one." Alec and Sketchy left Cindy on the table. Cindy looks around to see Max coming down the stairs, spotting her and walking towards her table.
"How's my boo? Packages delivered?" OC asked meaningfully, knowing about the food, gas, and money she helped Max get over to Joshua's place and then remembering Normal gave Max her packages to be delivered at night.
Max just shrug and said, "More than you can imagine." She poured beer on an empty glass and started drinking some as she listened to OC.
"That moron over there." Motioning to Sketchy, who was playing pool with Alec, "still can't get over Normal allowing you to do your deliveries at night – without signatures, boo."
Max looked at Sketchy and Alec playing, "Must be wanting a piece of my genetically-enhanced-hunted-down life."
OC nods and then stared at Max, "You been up with Logan?" Drinking her beer.
"Yeah. Had dinner. Figured I could time it in just in time to get the lot."
"Ummm… anything new?"
"If you're asking about his save-the-world-by-Tuesday TV hack, it might go up and running again soon. Just got himself a nice new state-of-the-art- Terminal-city computer security system. Turns out the one Alec and I found were very helpful, not to say those found by Mole and company..."
"Original Cindy knows her boo knows what Original Cindy's talking about."
Looking intently at OC, "We had dinner. That's it."
"No sweet nothins, going goo-goo-eyed on you?" Max shook her head, trying to laugh it off. OC's face grows serious, "Seriously, boo. Did you tell him?"
"No! I can't - " OC looked pointedly at Max and Max just shook her head, "I can't tell him. I just can't. Not with all this coming around." Max stared blankly towards Sketchy and Alec as Alec looked at OC and Max and noticed Max's gloomy expression. He raised his glass of beer.
"You can't or you won't?" OC asked pointedly. "Look at that smart-ass of a transgenic brothah you got there," she motioned at Alec, "Told you, boo. Logan let go. He said so." OC started imitating Logan in her own way, " Coz there ain't nothin' betta' than his girl getting' some smile across her face. Boo, you know you got to."
Max sighed, "I know, but I just don't know how to tell him now." Slumping her back against the metal railing beside their table.
"Boo, gotta tell him sometime. Sides, after that stunt the two of you pulled through in Terminal City 3 months back, would have thought you'd be all over each other by now. What? You holdin' hands while your transgenic brothas and sistahs hail on to dog-boy's flag?!" Max looked pointedly at OC, "Oh. Right. The virus." Nodding, "But don't go telling Original Cindy nothin's going on, boo. Saw the look on his eyes. Saw you lookin' at him the same way. Said so y'self, gotta fight this bitch."
"Yeah, I know. Just gotta figure out how to go about it."
OC reached over and poured more beer onto Max's glass, "You will, boo. It's all good." Max looked at her as a hint of a smile lifted a corner of her mouth. Suddenly, the TV game was interrupted, "Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city. A few months ago, news reports have been streaming with transgenics harming people and wanting to take over the city. However these transgenics are just like you and me. They did not choose to be made, but our government made them." OC and Max look at each other and then Back at Eyes Only broadcast.
JOSHUA'S PLACE
At Joshua's place, Logan is busy doing his Eyes Only Hack. "…As transgenics were secured into Terminal City, more and more people began to realize that they are harmless. What occurred as a shootout in one of the messaging services was due to a group of super soldiers from a secret government agency bent on killing these transgenics. This videotape of one transgenics attacking the sector police clearly shows that he was defending himself and again, the same covert government operation meant to wipe out transgenics is responsible for keeping this from the public. But they won't succeed. We have been living with transgenics for a long time and no harm has come before us. Now these group of government people will be exposed. They are seeing their people crumble. Don't believe the hype. This has been an Eyes Only streaming freedom video bulletin. Peace. Out."
Logan shut off the Eyes Only hack. Turning, he looked onto one of the monitors he was using to track down some information, "This should turn up something." Tapping his finger as he waited for a response, he muttered to himself, "Come on, White. You couldn't have covered you're a** that good. Just the address of the last time you were registered as Sandeman. That'll narrow my search…" The compute beep and Logan peers closer to the computer screen, "Bingo!" Looking more closely, Logan checks on the address on Ames Sandeman's ID right off the FBI records 22 years too old. He scribbles it on paper and shuts his computer down.
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Author's Notes: I can have another A/N here, right?! :P Okay. I lost the first set of reviews since I didn't know how to use ff.net. * PLEASEFOX: I am not really sure if this fic qualifies for a short story since I don't have any idea yet of how long it's gonna take so I figured I could use the present tense. * CC: I love M/L as well! * SOME FAN: Thanks! We're all doing what we can for the campaign! * TRICE: I edited the 1st chapter so it wouldn't be so confusing. I did write the original one on the dinner with Max and Logan each having their own paragraphs. Don't know why I decided to change it. * BECKY: Thanks! You know what? All of us M/L shippers have been wondering for a long time. I mean, Logan is very intelligent and Max sure is too, so why the heck didn't they think of putting on thye gloves?! Dang FOX! For all those who reviewed, thanks - for the suggestions, too. When the first chapter got deleted, the reviews got deleted as well. I can only remember a few names. I hope you forgive me this time.
A/N: Thanks for all who reviewed. I guess I didn't know enough about ff.net to know that when I replaced the default chapter with an edited version, it erased the entire story. Sorry about that. Here's chapter 2. Took me 3:45:15 secs to write coz I was reading my friend's fic and looking at pictures and news about DA.
A/N: Remember, this takes place 3 months after FN. I think I placed that in Chapter 1, but I can't really remember now. Not much is happening yet. Several things I keep looking into so, well see what I choose. Thing is, I don't want to write any more than 3 pages at a time. And the story is unfolding right before my mind. Had to drill a hole in my head to put a slow motion to it. ;) Hope you enjoy this. If you do or you don't better tell me so we could improve it. ;)
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EP1 CHAPTER 2: STARTIN' AT SOLUTIONS AND RESOLUTIONS
Max rides her ninja around the city. The wind blowing through her hair.
CRASH
At Crash, Original Cindy and Sketchy are drinking beer on the table where Logan sketched his theory on Manticore and White's Breeding Cult on a tissue a few months back. They watch a couple of Jam Pony Messenger play pool. Sketchy confused, asked Original Cindy, "So what you're saying is Max can't deliver packages so she don't get paid. But Normal let her deliver 'em at night so she gets paid? And no signature?! Damned! Wish Normal'd do that with me. D'you think I could plead?"
Alec approaches them, "Not a chance, Sketch." Original Cindy and Sketchy looks up to find Alec sitting on a chair in their table.
Sketchy still shaking his head, "No signatures… damn!"
"Goes for me too, buddy," Alec jokingly punched Sketchy on the chest.
As Original Cindy nods her greeting, Sketchy rose and slapped Alec by the arm, "Hey, man! Glad to see you hitting us by." Realizing what he said, Sketchy looks around cautiously, "You sure you ought to be here, man? I mean, you know… lots o'people and well… gotta be careful."
"Don't worry, this boy here checked out the place, ain't you?" asked OC
Alec smiled, "Yes, checked it out. No one here but Jam Pony Messengers, which I still am."
"So… how's Max? She coming?" motioning at Alec with her head.
"Don't know yet. All I know that Logan did try and see whether the footage was enough for people to recognize her in that sector cop video. Turns out that it wasn't and what's left of it has been shut down the drain by mr. boyfriend."
"I'll pretend I didn't here that last part. But if Logan did it, then my boo's good. Don't be wantin' to get my boo into trouble."
Looking at OC, Sketchy nodded, "Gotta give it to Normal. Never thought the guy would give it." He turned to Alec, "Hey man, let's have a game o'pool and show me that trick you got up your sleeves again. Never could get that one." Alec and Sketchy left Cindy on the table. Cindy looks around to see Max coming down the stairs, spotting her and walking towards her table.
"How's my boo? Packages delivered?" OC asked meaningfully, knowing about the food, gas, and money she helped Max get over to Joshua's place and then remembering Normal gave Max her packages to be delivered at night.
Max just shrug and said, "More than you can imagine." She poured beer on an empty glass and started drinking some as she listened to OC.
"That moron over there." Motioning to Sketchy, who was playing pool with Alec, "still can't get over Normal allowing you to do your deliveries at night – without signatures, boo."
Max looked at Sketchy and Alec playing, "Must be wanting a piece of my genetically-enhanced-hunted-down life."
OC nods and then stared at Max, "You been up with Logan?" Drinking her beer.
"Yeah. Had dinner. Figured I could time it in just in time to get the lot."
"Ummm… anything new?"
"If you're asking about his save-the-world-by-Tuesday TV hack, it might go up and running again soon. Just got himself a nice new state-of-the-art- Terminal-city computer security system. Turns out the one Alec and I found were very helpful, not to say those found by Mole and company..."
"Original Cindy knows her boo knows what Original Cindy's talking about."
Looking intently at OC, "We had dinner. That's it."
"No sweet nothins, going goo-goo-eyed on you?" Max shook her head, trying to laugh it off. OC's face grows serious, "Seriously, boo. Did you tell him?"
"No! I can't - " OC looked pointedly at Max and Max just shook her head, "I can't tell him. I just can't. Not with all this coming around." Max stared blankly towards Sketchy and Alec as Alec looked at OC and Max and noticed Max's gloomy expression. He raised his glass of beer.
"You can't or you won't?" OC asked pointedly. "Look at that smart-ass of a transgenic brothah you got there," she motioned at Alec, "Told you, boo. Logan let go. He said so." OC started imitating Logan in her own way, " Coz there ain't nothin' betta' than his girl getting' some smile across her face. Boo, you know you got to."
Max sighed, "I know, but I just don't know how to tell him now." Slumping her back against the metal railing beside their table.
"Boo, gotta tell him sometime. Sides, after that stunt the two of you pulled through in Terminal City 3 months back, would have thought you'd be all over each other by now. What? You holdin' hands while your transgenic brothas and sistahs hail on to dog-boy's flag?!" Max looked pointedly at OC, "Oh. Right. The virus." Nodding, "But don't go telling Original Cindy nothin's going on, boo. Saw the look on his eyes. Saw you lookin' at him the same way. Said so y'self, gotta fight this bitch."
"Yeah, I know. Just gotta figure out how to go about it."
OC reached over and poured more beer onto Max's glass, "You will, boo. It's all good." Max looked at her as a hint of a smile lifted a corner of her mouth. Suddenly, the TV game was interrupted, "Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city. A few months ago, news reports have been streaming with transgenics harming people and wanting to take over the city. However these transgenics are just like you and me. They did not choose to be made, but our government made them." OC and Max look at each other and then Back at Eyes Only broadcast.
JOSHUA'S PLACE
At Joshua's place, Logan is busy doing his Eyes Only Hack. "…As transgenics were secured into Terminal City, more and more people began to realize that they are harmless. What occurred as a shootout in one of the messaging services was due to a group of super soldiers from a secret government agency bent on killing these transgenics. This videotape of one transgenics attacking the sector police clearly shows that he was defending himself and again, the same covert government operation meant to wipe out transgenics is responsible for keeping this from the public. But they won't succeed. We have been living with transgenics for a long time and no harm has come before us. Now these group of government people will be exposed. They are seeing their people crumble. Don't believe the hype. This has been an Eyes Only streaming freedom video bulletin. Peace. Out."
Logan shut off the Eyes Only hack. Turning, he looked onto one of the monitors he was using to track down some information, "This should turn up something." Tapping his finger as he waited for a response, he muttered to himself, "Come on, White. You couldn't have covered you're a** that good. Just the address of the last time you were registered as Sandeman. That'll narrow my search…" The compute beep and Logan peers closer to the computer screen, "Bingo!" Looking more closely, Logan checks on the address on Ames Sandeman's ID right off the FBI records 22 years too old. He scribbles it on paper and shuts his computer down.
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Author's Notes: I can have another A/N here, right?! :P Okay. I lost the first set of reviews since I didn't know how to use ff.net. * PLEASEFOX: I am not really sure if this fic qualifies for a short story since I don't have any idea yet of how long it's gonna take so I figured I could use the present tense. * CC: I love M/L as well! * SOME FAN: Thanks! We're all doing what we can for the campaign! * TRICE: I edited the 1st chapter so it wouldn't be so confusing. I did write the original one on the dinner with Max and Logan each having their own paragraphs. Don't know why I decided to change it. * BECKY: Thanks! You know what? All of us M/L shippers have been wondering for a long time. I mean, Logan is very intelligent and Max sure is too, so why the heck didn't they think of putting on thye gloves?! Dang FOX! For all those who reviewed, thanks - for the suggestions, too. When the first chapter got deleted, the reviews got deleted as well. I can only remember a few names. I hope you forgive me this time.