A/N: Well, here's another piece, I really wanna hurry up and get to the
good bits soon, it's been kinda boring so far, so an extra thanks to
readers.
***
"Step on it!" this time the younger man was commanding.
"I'm going as fast as I can"
"Bullshit, give me the wheel" he instructed.
The other man quickly pulled over and the two swapped seats.
"Be gentle with her," the older man muttered as he was pushed back into his seat by the force of the vehicle.
***
"Hey there, looking for me?" I shouted to the various people in one kind of uniform or another.
A shaking policeman pointed his gun at me and shouted a bit too loud, as if he expected us not to understand English "Put down your weapons!" his was unsuccessfully trying to stop his gun from shaking.
"I think you should put down yours first!" said Mole, as calm as ever, shotgun over his shoulder.
I seemed that Mole talking to them didn't help as many tightened their grips on their guns. I could see why though, Mole was like an oversized desert lizard; it was likely he would freak them out.
"No way!" the policeman said.
"No way" he replied with a small shrug if his shoulders.
"Boys, cool it" I directed to Mole and 'Sergeant Shaky' "I'm looking for a detective Clemente, anyone seen him?"
"He's on his coffee break," shouted a voice in the crowd.
"Excuse me" a man in an army get up spoke up, he actually looked kinda familiar.
"You're excused" I said sweetly, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"Excuse me *miss*" the sarcasm in his voice and the hatred in his eyes was plain "but until further notice, I'm the one who you should be speaking to"
"That's coo', well could you go get Detective Clemente from his break then?"
"I've told you, I'm in charge here," his voice sounded calm enough but I could tell there was a lot of anger bubbling just below the surface.
"I've told *you*, I'm looking for Detective Clemente"
"This goes way beyond just a local matter now"
"That really doesn't bother me, so if you want a peaceful end to this it really shouldn't bother you either, so could you possibly go find Detective Clemente and tell him that Max needs to talk to him"
"Is that a threat?"
"Idiots" Mole muttered. I smiled sweetly, trying to keep myself under control.
"Just give him the message, the ball's in his court now"
Together, all three of us headed back to the bio toxic wasteland we were calling home.
***
"Nearly there" Joshua soothed the three. They smiled gratefully, despite the rotten smell the sewers provided.
"What's up boo?" Cindy asked Logan.
"It's- "
"Max" Cindy answered right, he nodded weakly.
"What's been going down now?"
"She, she told me she was lying about- "
"Yeah, I hear ya, she came correct on that Alec thing"
Logan seemed too emotionally distressed to be mad at the fact that everyone knew Max was lying to him, but no one was bothered to tell him the truth.
"Of course, the hundred, mill' dollar question is: what are you gonna do 'bout it"
"You are gonna talk to her right?" at his lack of response, Cindy was surprised to say the least 2right?" she said more forcibly.
"Right. Right"
"So what else is there?" asked Cindy, as if able to read Logan like an open book.
"It's just" he struggled to find the words "she didn't seem. I dunno, maybe I'm just imagining it"
"Well you got some pretty powerful imagination if that's what's getting' ya all vexed"
"It seemed as if her mind was somewhere else, like she was having trouble concentrating or something"
"Well my girl's been under a lot of stress"
"I know, but it just seemed like something else"
"Hmm. well aiight"
"Sketchy asked enthusiastically.
"Plan?" asked Cindy.
"Yeah, I mean, we're helping Max on the outside right? So what'll we be doing?"
"I suppose we should just keep an eye on the transgenics on the outside, you being a reporter and all it's your duty to get out all of the facts. Don't let the media try and corrupt them"
"Cool" he smiled.
"How 'bout me?"
"Supplies, Alec gave us a list of people he knows, you gotta talk to them, try and score Terminal City some food"
"Aiight, so where does that leave you?"
"I can talk to Eyes Only, see what he can do for us"
"Things are gonna come correct" Cindy said with confidence.
"Yeah, Joshua agreed "here, a left"
The group turned, and with the knowledge that they were doing something helpful for Max, things were looking up. To them the sewers never smelt so hopeful.
***
A/N: Pretty uneventful, but I wanna step it up so I can get to the good stuff real quick. That's if my muse lets me. Is it just me, or are some reviews aren't showing up? Cuz it says I have like 22 or something but there are only 19 or so. Has that happened to you? Man I didn't know my writing sucked that bad that they couldn't even show the reviews. Safe.
***
"Step on it!" this time the younger man was commanding.
"I'm going as fast as I can"
"Bullshit, give me the wheel" he instructed.
The other man quickly pulled over and the two swapped seats.
"Be gentle with her," the older man muttered as he was pushed back into his seat by the force of the vehicle.
***
"Hey there, looking for me?" I shouted to the various people in one kind of uniform or another.
A shaking policeman pointed his gun at me and shouted a bit too loud, as if he expected us not to understand English "Put down your weapons!" his was unsuccessfully trying to stop his gun from shaking.
"I think you should put down yours first!" said Mole, as calm as ever, shotgun over his shoulder.
I seemed that Mole talking to them didn't help as many tightened their grips on their guns. I could see why though, Mole was like an oversized desert lizard; it was likely he would freak them out.
"No way!" the policeman said.
"No way" he replied with a small shrug if his shoulders.
"Boys, cool it" I directed to Mole and 'Sergeant Shaky' "I'm looking for a detective Clemente, anyone seen him?"
"He's on his coffee break," shouted a voice in the crowd.
"Excuse me" a man in an army get up spoke up, he actually looked kinda familiar.
"You're excused" I said sweetly, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"Excuse me *miss*" the sarcasm in his voice and the hatred in his eyes was plain "but until further notice, I'm the one who you should be speaking to"
"That's coo', well could you go get Detective Clemente from his break then?"
"I've told you, I'm in charge here," his voice sounded calm enough but I could tell there was a lot of anger bubbling just below the surface.
"I've told *you*, I'm looking for Detective Clemente"
"This goes way beyond just a local matter now"
"That really doesn't bother me, so if you want a peaceful end to this it really shouldn't bother you either, so could you possibly go find Detective Clemente and tell him that Max needs to talk to him"
"Is that a threat?"
"Idiots" Mole muttered. I smiled sweetly, trying to keep myself under control.
"Just give him the message, the ball's in his court now"
Together, all three of us headed back to the bio toxic wasteland we were calling home.
***
"Nearly there" Joshua soothed the three. They smiled gratefully, despite the rotten smell the sewers provided.
"What's up boo?" Cindy asked Logan.
"It's- "
"Max" Cindy answered right, he nodded weakly.
"What's been going down now?"
"She, she told me she was lying about- "
"Yeah, I hear ya, she came correct on that Alec thing"
Logan seemed too emotionally distressed to be mad at the fact that everyone knew Max was lying to him, but no one was bothered to tell him the truth.
"Of course, the hundred, mill' dollar question is: what are you gonna do 'bout it"
"You are gonna talk to her right?" at his lack of response, Cindy was surprised to say the least 2right?" she said more forcibly.
"Right. Right"
"So what else is there?" asked Cindy, as if able to read Logan like an open book.
"It's just" he struggled to find the words "she didn't seem. I dunno, maybe I'm just imagining it"
"Well you got some pretty powerful imagination if that's what's getting' ya all vexed"
"It seemed as if her mind was somewhere else, like she was having trouble concentrating or something"
"Well my girl's been under a lot of stress"
"I know, but it just seemed like something else"
"Hmm. well aiight"
"Sketchy asked enthusiastically.
"Plan?" asked Cindy.
"Yeah, I mean, we're helping Max on the outside right? So what'll we be doing?"
"I suppose we should just keep an eye on the transgenics on the outside, you being a reporter and all it's your duty to get out all of the facts. Don't let the media try and corrupt them"
"Cool" he smiled.
"How 'bout me?"
"Supplies, Alec gave us a list of people he knows, you gotta talk to them, try and score Terminal City some food"
"Aiight, so where does that leave you?"
"I can talk to Eyes Only, see what he can do for us"
"Things are gonna come correct" Cindy said with confidence.
"Yeah, Joshua agreed "here, a left"
The group turned, and with the knowledge that they were doing something helpful for Max, things were looking up. To them the sewers never smelt so hopeful.
***
A/N: Pretty uneventful, but I wanna step it up so I can get to the good stuff real quick. That's if my muse lets me. Is it just me, or are some reviews aren't showing up? Cuz it says I have like 22 or something but there are only 19 or so. Has that happened to you? Man I didn't know my writing sucked that bad that they couldn't even show the reviews. Safe.
