Title: Three Chimeras

Author: Nefertiry

E-mail: scorpy282003@yahoo.com

Rating: PG, maybe PG-13

Summary: Max lost one of her sisters 13 years ago. Now she's back in her life. She might have answers to many questions, but is she a friend or foe? Post 'Freak Nation'

Disclaimer: definitely not mine. The characters belong to James Cameron and FOX. But Jessica is ABSOLUTELY mine. I don't make any money using these characters.

Timeline: In the "Prologue", it's during and after "Designate This". In the next chapters – after "Freak Nation".

A/N: Warning: this story is COMPLETELY result of my imagination. Any similarity to other authors' plots, characters, or events is PURELY COINCIDENTIAL AND ABSOLUTELY UNINTENTIONAL.

Girls Go Partying

Part 1

Unlike the 'night of family reunion', the morning went quite well. When Alec and Logan woke up, they smelt wonderful aroma of coffee and followed it. The aroma led them to the kitchen, where they found girls chatting, and drinking coffee. Fortunately, the chicken was finally ready and was incredibly tasty. After the breakfast, Logan took Max and Alec to their apartments so that they could grab their bikes and go to work.

When Max was leaving Jessica's apartment, Jess told her: "I'll come to Jam Pony today and will explain what I need from you. Ok?"

"Sure, anything that can distract Normal from his "bip, bip, bip people" is welcome. And Sketchy will be glad to see you", smiled Max and left the apartment.

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Jam Pony

"Max, you're giving me creeps. You've been coming on time two days in a row. Do you have some kind of 'punctuality bug' in you?" asked Normal when he saw Max coming up to the registration desk.

"Normal, don't press your luck. Anything for me?" Max was in a good mood and didn't want to spoil it by having a meaningless conversation with Normal.

"Nothing. Scram." Max shrugged and went to her locker. Sketchy and Alec stood near her locker and discussed something vigorously. They noticed Max. "Hey, Max, how are you doing?" asked Sketchy.

"Sketch, guess what? Jess is coming to Jam Pony today", teased him Max.

"I think I'm gonna ask her out", said the man dreamingly.

"She eats guys like you for lunch", grinned Alec.

"So, you think I'm not good for her? You think only studs like you can have all hot chicks, right?"

"Studs like me? Wow, Sketch, I'm flattered that you think I'm a stud, but …" Alec was practically laughing.

"Alec, give him a break", smiled Max, looking at upset Sketchy.

"Hot run to sector 6! You, potatohead, sector 6 is waiting for you. Yes, Sketch, you!" Normal's scream could be heard in the street.

When Sketchy was rushing through the door, he bumped into Jessica who entered Jam Pony and was looking around, trying to find Max.

"Hi, Jessica." Sketchy almost fell when he saw her.

"Hi, is Max here?"

"What in the words 'hot run' don't you understand? Move, move!" Normal's scream made Sketchy leave the building. 'I'll try another way' thought Jessica and came up to Normal's desk.

"Hello, is Max Guevara here?" Jessica's smile could melt an iceberg, that had killed 'Titanic'. Normal was speechless.

"Jess, I'm here!" waved Max, when she saw her sister.

"Never mind", said Jessica to Normal, who stood with his mouth open, and went to Max and Alec. "Max, do you have a minute? We need to talk."

"Sure, talk."

"You know Seattle well, right?" Jessica leant against the locker. Max nodded.

"I need to find one place. Will you help me?"

"Yeah, after work."

"I have a better idea. Let's go", said Jessica and went to still speechless Normal.

"What's up, Normal? Like you've never seen cute girls", smiled Max. "Normal! Earth to Normal! Wake up! Oh, not again… Jess, what do you do to these men, freeze them?" 

"Max, let's get out of here before he wakes up." Jessica grabbed Max's arm and led her to the car.

"Nice car, but my Ninja is better", said Max, getting into BMW.

"Tastes differ." Jessica started the engine. "Now, about this place. It's called 'Blowfish Tavern'. Is that a bar?"

"No, it's a strip club", answered Max, opening the glove compartment and looking for something. "Do you have anything to eat, a candy or a chocolate bar?" 

"I had some candies there, look better. Hold on a second, have you been to this strip club? Where is it?"

"Oh, found it". Max unwrapped the candy and put it into her mouth. "This is so good. Where did you get these candies?"

"I had them imported from Switzerland. Back to the bar. I need its address."

"It's somewhere in sector 5. 148, Roberts Street, I think", said Max, chewing the candy.

"You think or you know?"

"I know. Now, go straight ahead, then turn to the right, three blocks to the east, turn to the left. At the checkpoint, I'll do the talking. After the checkpoint turn to the left and here we are."

At the checkpoint

"Sector pass, sweethearts." Sector cop came up to the black BMW.

Max started: "Ja.."

"Special agent Jordan Christensen, NSA. We need to get to sector five. Immediately." Jessica flashed her ID in front of the cop's nose.

"Yes, ma'am. You may pass."

"Yes, ma'am, you may pass." Max was dying of laughter as she remembered the cop's face when he saw Jessica's ID.

"These IDs are very helpful sometimes", said Jess, stopping near 'Blowfish Tavern'. "Is this the place?"

"Yep, crappy as ever", noted Max, getting out of the car.

The girls came up to the door. 'No women allowed', read Jessica the sign. "What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, that women can enter this place only as employees – waitresses, strippers, dancers", said Max, remembering the last and only time she visited the crappy place. "Jess, what are you looking for, HERE?

"About a month ago, when I was in New York, I received a letter from Lydecker. He wrote that he had something that would be priceless for me and for you. And that 'priceless thing' was in Seattle, in the 'Blowfish Tavern'. I was supposed to contact some guy named Hugh and get the package."

'So, Lydecker is alive. Why am I not surprised?' thought Max when she heard Jessica's words.

Jessica opened the door of the club.

"Jess, what are you doing?"

"Max, I need to find this Hugh and my package. Are you coming in or not?" said Jess, entering the club. "Yeah, I'm with you." Max followed her.

The place was empty, only the janitor was sweeping the floor, and the bartender was counting money.

"Is there a guy named Hugh in this dump?" Jessica came up to the counter.

"For those, who can't read: 'no women allowed'", said the bartender, not looking at the girls.

"For those, who have hearing problems, I repeat. "I s   t h e r e   a   g u y   n a m e d   H u g h   i n    t h i s   d u m p", repeated Jessica clearly and loudly.

"Listen, honey, if you don't want any problems, get the hell out of here", the bartender finally looked at Jessica.

"Hey, miss, I'm Hugh", the janitor came up to the girls. "Miss Lydecker?"

"Oops, Harvey, what are you doing here?" Jessica was surprised to see on of Manticore's guards. "Why 'Hugh'?"

"Just to be on the safe side. Colonel Lydecker somehow found me in Seattle about 5 months ago. He gave me the package and said that you would contact me and I would give it to you."

"Where's the package?"

"It's in the office of the club owner. It was the safest place for the package", said silently Harvey.

"OK, we need to get into the office. By the way, where's the office and what does the package look like?"

"The office is on the second floor, third door to the left. The package is the size of a thick book wrapped in black paper; I hid it behind the file cabinet. The owner stays in the office all the time. When he leaves, his bodyguard takes his place", answered Harvey.

"Gee, what does he keep there, treasures of the world?" chuckled Max.

"When does he leave his office?" Jessica obviously had an idea how to get into the office.

"This Friday there will be a performance of some hot stripper from France, he would never miss it."

"Hot stripper from France… Do you know her name?" Max began to understand what Jessica was driving at.

"Some 'Lola' or 'Lyla'. Yes, the amazing 'Lyla'", answered the man. "Look, girls, you should leave, or I'll get in trouble."

"Sure, last question. Do you by any chance know where we could find her?" Jessica wasn't hoping that a janitor could know that, but 'what the heck?'

"Hotel "Kitty Kitty", room 23. It's around the corner", said Harvey and returned to what he was doing before.

Hotel "Kitty Kitty"

Room 23

Max knocked on the door and said: "Miss Lyla, I have a message for you. This is about your Friday night performance."

The door opened. "What message?" asked the woman. She was about Jessica's height, green eyes, long blonde hair, and too much make up.

Max and Jessica entered the room. "How much are you gonna get for your performance'?" asked Jess.

"5 grand. Why do you ask?"

"I'll give you 10, you leave Seattle today and give me your 'scenic costume'" Jess obviously didn't like to beat about the bush.

"15, and you'll get my make up kit", said Lyla with the-business-lady-approach.

"Deal. Are you really from France?"

"I'm from New Orleans, stupid jerk heard the last word and thought I was from Orleans, France", grinned Lyla. "He loves everything French."

"By the way, what exactly is your performance like?" Jessica wanted to know.

2 hours later, having taken Lyla to the bus station, girls discussed the details of their 'Friday night adventure'

"The plan's like this: tomorrow's Friday. We go to the club. I get dressed like Lyla, you know, like a whore plus green contact lenses, blonde hair. We'll change your appearance too, you'll go with me. During my dance, I'll attract the attention of every man present. You sneak into the manager's office, knock out the guard, find the package and we get out of here." Jess looked at Max to see her reaction.

"How will we get out?"

"Well, I don't know yet, but I'll make up something."

"We're gonna need Logan's help." Max took her cell phone and dialed Logan's number. "Logan, we need your help."

"Ok, Max you know where to find me", answered the man, wondering 'what did she get into this time?'

Joshua's house/Logan's house

"Are you two nuts? Is this some kind of Manticore insanity virus that makes you do a crazy thing like this?" Logan was furious.
         " Logan, I'm a highly trained professional and if I do something, I think of all details", Jessica tried to sound reasonable. "All we need is to help us get out of that club after Max takes the package."

"We must distract everybody, but how?" Max felt that the solution of their problem was near. Suddenly she found it. "What if we give a tip to the cops that there will drug dealers in the club. There will be huge bustle during the police raid and we'll get out of there. How about that?"  

"Great. We could kill the light and that would make our escape easier. I have this device, it creates shortcut in the electric grid and the lights are out." added Jessica.

"God, you, transgenics, sometimes scare the hell out of me. OK, I'll give you equipment so that you could communicate during this 'circus'", sighed Logan.

TBC

A/N Please, don't forget to review. I want to know what you think of my story.