TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME
Chapter 3
by X5927alpha (Heather)
This is not mine. Dark Angel is not mine. I am simply writing a chapter for a
circle writing project from tAS( the Alternative
Space).I know It's short, but it is what my mind can put out right now, and I
think this is a good place for someone else to run with it for a while.
494 stood over the unconscious transgenic, panting into the speaker of his com unit.
"599! What the hell is he doing here? I thought you said this was a secure operation! You didnt say anything about me having to fight Manticore escapees!"
He was a little more worried then pissed off. If 599 was here, how many of the other escapees might be around as well?
If they were smart, they would have split up long ago which meant that there was a high likelihood that there were no other 09 escapees around the vicinity. But then, they had escaped in the first place and how smart was that? According to all of Manticores training, not very.
452 answered him with her normal tone. "It's not like I knew he would be here! He went rouge, remember? So dont even try to start blaming this on me. I have enough trouble trying to jam his friends attempts to find out whats going on in there!"
494 could here the frantic typing in the background, and he knew that she really was doing all she could.
"So what do you want me to do with him?" he asked, exasperated. "I cant leave him here, if the security finds him, it'll do more harm to our mission. And if we manage to pull this mission off without calling too much attention to ourselves, and we show up at the rendezvous with a captured 09 fugitive, we may be looking at promotions or at least we wont have to worry about Lydecker breathing down our necks so much..."
"Shut up and get going already," 452 cut him off. "Securitys already making the rounds. About 20 minutes before they get to your area. That should be more then enough time for you to get yourself and 599 to the third checkpoint."
"But what should I do with the..."
"Forget her. Theres nowhere to hide a body down there anyways. Get going."
"Yes ma'am" 494 muttered to himself under his breath, knowing 452 could hear it.
"I heard that" she answered sharply.
He pulled 599 into a seated position against the wall of the hallway and carefully closed the door to the womans bathroom. With any luck, the guards wouldnt look in there.
After hauling the bulk of 599 over his left shoulder, 494 started off at a slow run, sprinting towards the third checkpoint.
Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Get the picture?
