Cargo
By
Kel
Chapter 2: Ready, Set . . .
Disclaimer: I don't presume to own Dark Angel, I could never have the genius to come up with it
or the stupidity to cancel it. However, I do own any original characters that may appear in this
fic.
Summary: Despite the escape of the Manticore transgenics, foreign organizations are still willing
to pay a large sum of cash for a live and breathing transgenic. A group of hunters are in Seattle
looking to capture some, and White decides they may be helpful in eliminating the transgenic
threat.
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1 Week Later
He should've known. The second he woke up that morning, something in his brain should've
started screaming, 'Hey, you know that thing that's gonna happen today? No? Well it's a trap.'
That part of Alec's brain was currently too busy saying, 'Ow,' to throw in any 'I told you so's'.
Alec staggered backwards as a steely fist slammed into his face. He blurred to the right to avoid
the next hit, yanking on his attackers arm and flipping him to the floor.
White moved with the momentum and rolled to his feet. Alec's boot connected with the back of
his skull, knocking him forwards again. White held himself up in a push-up position, and swung
his legs around to knock Alec's out from under him.
Both were on their feet almost immediately.
********
On the other side of the warehouse walls, Jason Blacksmith and his team surrounded the building.
Blacksmith held a thermal imaging scanner in his left hand and scanned the building. There was
definitely one of them in there, he noted, but the readings were all over the place. Or rather, the
transgenic was all over the place.
Blacksmith had to constantly keep the scanner in motion to keep it in his sights and it was
jumping all over the screen when he did. There was no way to tell which of the two heat
signatures in the building was colder.
This disturbed Blacksmith deeply.
********
White lunged for Alec, who jumped right over his head. Alec threw his leg out backwards and
kicked White in the back. Or at least he tried. White ducked under the kick and reached up to
grab Alec's leg. He held him in there and came up to punch him in the face. White pushed Alec's
leg, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
Alec rolled almost directly at White, as the familiar came at him. He leapt to his feet behind him.
As White spun to defend himself, Alec delivered a punch that could've snapped the neck of an
ordinary. White grabbed Alec's arm as he pulled away and spun around, wrenching the arm
painfully behind Alec's back.
Alec head butted him, with little to no effect. White tightened his hold, just short of snapping
Alec's elbow. Alec flipped backwards over White's head and, anticipating the move, White
stepped forward, holding his grip on Alec's arm. He threw Alec's balance right off, and Alec
crashed to the floor.
In little more than the blink of an eye, White was on top of Alec, punching him relentlessly in the
face.
He was bringing his fist down again, when the warehouse doors slammed open.
********
Well, it was no wonder that Blacksmith couldn't distinguish the two heat signatures. Judging
from the fact that White had taken the beast down all by himself and with zero weapons, they
were both transgenics.
White was still pinning the other beast when Blacksmith burst in. "Lying son of a bitch!"
Blacksmith cursed. He raised his gun. "Shoot 'em both," he ordered his men. He fired.
White stood to run, to dodge the shots, but their aim was dead on. He was hit several times in the
chest and torso. Alec tried to scramble to his feet, but piercing pains in his back alerted him to the
fact that he was hit as well. Several more shots rang out before both of them went down for the
count.
Blacksmith signaled for a cease fire and approached the two bodies, lying bloodied on the floor.
He nudged White none too gently with the toe of his boot. White remained still. "Bastard,"
Blacksmith muttered. "Load 'em up!"
********
Byron got to command as fast as he could, dragging Gizmo along beside him. "Mole!" he called
out, seeing the desert model transhuman on the other side of the room. Mole was at his side in an
instant, with Biggs in tow. Mole took in the blood that had soaked through Gizmo's black shirt
and removed him from Byron's weary arms. "It was a trap," Byron reported breathlessly.
"Where's Alec?" Biggs demanded, helping the bone tired X5 to a chair.
"He told me to get Gizmo out of there as fast as I could and not to worry about him," he said,
worry obvious in his voice.
"Shit," Biggs hissed. "Who?"
"White."
"Great," Biggs commented sarcastically. "Where?"
"Abandoned warehouse on the docks. Street number 57."
Biggs nodded. He went to over to Mole. "Find Max, tell her what's going on. I'm getting a
team together. If he's not back in an hour and a half, I'm going in."
Mole agreed and the two of them went their separate ways, while a group of X6's tended to
Gizmo and Byron.
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Thanks to Mel (Enigma) for her great beta work!
By
Kel
Chapter 2: Ready, Set . . .
Disclaimer: I don't presume to own Dark Angel, I could never have the genius to come up with it
or the stupidity to cancel it. However, I do own any original characters that may appear in this
fic.
Summary: Despite the escape of the Manticore transgenics, foreign organizations are still willing
to pay a large sum of cash for a live and breathing transgenic. A group of hunters are in Seattle
looking to capture some, and White decides they may be helpful in eliminating the transgenic
threat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1 Week Later
He should've known. The second he woke up that morning, something in his brain should've
started screaming, 'Hey, you know that thing that's gonna happen today? No? Well it's a trap.'
That part of Alec's brain was currently too busy saying, 'Ow,' to throw in any 'I told you so's'.
Alec staggered backwards as a steely fist slammed into his face. He blurred to the right to avoid
the next hit, yanking on his attackers arm and flipping him to the floor.
White moved with the momentum and rolled to his feet. Alec's boot connected with the back of
his skull, knocking him forwards again. White held himself up in a push-up position, and swung
his legs around to knock Alec's out from under him.
Both were on their feet almost immediately.
********
On the other side of the warehouse walls, Jason Blacksmith and his team surrounded the building.
Blacksmith held a thermal imaging scanner in his left hand and scanned the building. There was
definitely one of them in there, he noted, but the readings were all over the place. Or rather, the
transgenic was all over the place.
Blacksmith had to constantly keep the scanner in motion to keep it in his sights and it was
jumping all over the screen when he did. There was no way to tell which of the two heat
signatures in the building was colder.
This disturbed Blacksmith deeply.
********
White lunged for Alec, who jumped right over his head. Alec threw his leg out backwards and
kicked White in the back. Or at least he tried. White ducked under the kick and reached up to
grab Alec's leg. He held him in there and came up to punch him in the face. White pushed Alec's
leg, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
Alec rolled almost directly at White, as the familiar came at him. He leapt to his feet behind him.
As White spun to defend himself, Alec delivered a punch that could've snapped the neck of an
ordinary. White grabbed Alec's arm as he pulled away and spun around, wrenching the arm
painfully behind Alec's back.
Alec head butted him, with little to no effect. White tightened his hold, just short of snapping
Alec's elbow. Alec flipped backwards over White's head and, anticipating the move, White
stepped forward, holding his grip on Alec's arm. He threw Alec's balance right off, and Alec
crashed to the floor.
In little more than the blink of an eye, White was on top of Alec, punching him relentlessly in the
face.
He was bringing his fist down again, when the warehouse doors slammed open.
********
Well, it was no wonder that Blacksmith couldn't distinguish the two heat signatures. Judging
from the fact that White had taken the beast down all by himself and with zero weapons, they
were both transgenics.
White was still pinning the other beast when Blacksmith burst in. "Lying son of a bitch!"
Blacksmith cursed. He raised his gun. "Shoot 'em both," he ordered his men. He fired.
White stood to run, to dodge the shots, but their aim was dead on. He was hit several times in the
chest and torso. Alec tried to scramble to his feet, but piercing pains in his back alerted him to the
fact that he was hit as well. Several more shots rang out before both of them went down for the
count.
Blacksmith signaled for a cease fire and approached the two bodies, lying bloodied on the floor.
He nudged White none too gently with the toe of his boot. White remained still. "Bastard,"
Blacksmith muttered. "Load 'em up!"
********
Byron got to command as fast as he could, dragging Gizmo along beside him. "Mole!" he called
out, seeing the desert model transhuman on the other side of the room. Mole was at his side in an
instant, with Biggs in tow. Mole took in the blood that had soaked through Gizmo's black shirt
and removed him from Byron's weary arms. "It was a trap," Byron reported breathlessly.
"Where's Alec?" Biggs demanded, helping the bone tired X5 to a chair.
"He told me to get Gizmo out of there as fast as I could and not to worry about him," he said,
worry obvious in his voice.
"Shit," Biggs hissed. "Who?"
"White."
"Great," Biggs commented sarcastically. "Where?"
"Abandoned warehouse on the docks. Street number 57."
Biggs nodded. He went to over to Mole. "Find Max, tell her what's going on. I'm getting a
team together. If he's not back in an hour and a half, I'm going in."
Mole agreed and the two of them went their separate ways, while a group of X6's tended to
Gizmo and Byron.
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Thanks to Mel (Enigma) for her great beta work!