Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel. Please don't sue. Not just for me, but for you as well. Since I've currently only got $5 to my name, obviously you would just be losing money with all the legal fees. I don't want to have that on my conscience.
A/N: Well another day, another chapter! I'm trying to write and post these as fast as possible, because I feel kind of guilty about blackmailing you into reviews in chapter two. But I'm glad I did it: Lots of people reviewed! Hehehe. Well, heres another chapter, hopefully with lots of action. (If I can write it!)
BTW: I was looking over my story so far and realised I made a lot of grammatical (grammatical? Is that even a word?) Errors. Sorry about that guys, I didn't proof read! This will be better. Oh, And I also made heaps of mistakes with things like Logan's chair and the worlds tallest oak outside his window. Well, trees are pretty big! But still. Ok, so I kinda don't think before I write. I'll work on that too. Anyway, now I can finally start the chapter!
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Not like That
Logan sat in front of the computer, searching the web for any hints Manticore was up to something. So far he had come up with nothing. Not a single scrap of evidence to suggest they were even still running, let alone sending out soldiers. Logan sighed. He'd been at it for hours now. He slumped in his chair, thinking. 'What are they up to?" he asked himself. He looked around the computer table, as if the answer would pop out from amidst the papers and clutter, but he had no such luck.
"And if I could hold you now...mm...go away....can't stop the tears from running down my face...Oh...Lost without you!"
Logan smiled as he heard Max's voice drifting out from the shower. She was really into the old 'new-millennium' songs. Always had been. Too bad the music couldn't help him with his current problem. He sighed again. This wasn't going to be easy. He went back to his research.
Suddenly, the shower went off. Logan didn't even look up. But he did when Max came bursting out of the bathroom in only a towel.
"Logan, get down"
"Max! What the..?"
"I said Get down! She snapped.
Logan was mystified on just how a guy in a wheelchair could 'get down', but ducked all the same. Just in time. A shower of glass sprayed over him as the balcony doors were broken by a figure in black. By now Max was in a bathrobe, poised and ready to fight. The figure jumped up from the glass unharmed and ponced on Max, throwing her off balance. Max stumbled but recover quickly, throwing the 'black ninga' back out onto the balcony. She followed quickly; kicking in the shreds of glass still attached to the doorframe. The guy sprang up, nursing a cut arm, but still managed to block every punch Max threw.
"Damn it!" Max said furiously. It was almost as if he knew every move she was gonna make. Which was impossible, of course. Max ducked a right-handed punch only to be hit in the stomach by a left, and she gasped for breath. But she didn't give in. She refused to. A blow to the head was her chosen retaliation, sending her opponent reeling, almost losing balance. This was the opening Max had been waiting for. Quick as lightning she gave a kick to his ribs, leaving her adversary stunned and winded. Max used this chance to catch her own breath and change to a more defensive position. Big mistake. Watching her slight change in focus the intruder lunged and grabbed her into a headlock. Max struggled but he only pushed harder. Max waited for him to say some thing, a sentence of triumph maybe - but when he finally spoke his words were not at all what she expected.
"Are you the one?" With a rip and a cry of pain from Max he tore out a handful of Max's hair, somersaulting over the railing and into the night.
"Shit" Max swore, touching her head. She pulled her fingers away, which where now stained red. Blood. She groaned. It didn't hurt much, but she was going to look bald for the next couple of months. The question more pressing at the moment was why the hell he had wanted her hair. She walked back through the balcony doors, ignoring all the broken glass, thinking over the mystifying problem.
She nodded at Logan, still looking confused.
"He's gone"
"Max, you're bleeding. Let me help."
"No, its fine." She brushed him aside.
"Max? What's wrong?"
Max had an odd expression on her face. "He took my hair."
"What?!? Your hair? But he'd only want that if he wanted..."
"Yeah. DNA."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking of what Manticore could do with her DNA.
At last Logan spoke up. "Could it be for a clone?"
Max shook her head. "No, that's already been done. Zack saw them."
"What was Zack doing at Manticore?"
Max shrugged. "Wouldn't tell me. Probably something to do with the others"
They lapsed into silence once more.
Logan glanced around the room, desperately looking for an answer.
"Well if Manticore did want your DNA...."
"Not Manticore." Max interrupted.
"NOT Manticore? That guy definitely wasn't your average Joe, Max.
"I know. He was Manticore made, but I don't think they sent him, or maybe they did, but he wanted to find out who I was first. Manticore already has my DNA."
Logan nodded slowly. "You think it's a rogue or just a assassin with a conscience?"
"Well, either's possible. But more likely they wanted to find out that I was the right girl."
Logan nodded again, dawning comprehension spreading across his face. "It wouldn't have been Manticore issued...there was no way they would advise an attack in broad daylight."
It was Max's turn to nod. "Right. Thats the first thing we learn in training. And for a soldier to go against their training like that, it must have been an emotional issue." Max grabbed her coat and gathered up her stuff.
"So I'll look for information on the net? See if any other cases of 'Hair theft' have been reported."
"Good. I'm going to work."
Logan looked at her. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I can take care of myself."
"Max-"
"I'm going to be late." She turned and walked out the door.
Logan stared after her. That girl never listened to him. He stared at the glass on the floor, remembering the days when he could have picked that up easily. He sighed. Turning to the computer, he resumed his research.
A/N: Is it just me or am I embarrassing myself by writing this? Oh well. Sorry it's so short, I couldn't think of anything else to put in. Oh well, at least it makes sense. (Hopefully) Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It really helps.
A/N: Well another day, another chapter! I'm trying to write and post these as fast as possible, because I feel kind of guilty about blackmailing you into reviews in chapter two. But I'm glad I did it: Lots of people reviewed! Hehehe. Well, heres another chapter, hopefully with lots of action. (If I can write it!)
BTW: I was looking over my story so far and realised I made a lot of grammatical (grammatical? Is that even a word?) Errors. Sorry about that guys, I didn't proof read! This will be better. Oh, And I also made heaps of mistakes with things like Logan's chair and the worlds tallest oak outside his window. Well, trees are pretty big! But still. Ok, so I kinda don't think before I write. I'll work on that too. Anyway, now I can finally start the chapter!
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Not like That
Logan sat in front of the computer, searching the web for any hints Manticore was up to something. So far he had come up with nothing. Not a single scrap of evidence to suggest they were even still running, let alone sending out soldiers. Logan sighed. He'd been at it for hours now. He slumped in his chair, thinking. 'What are they up to?" he asked himself. He looked around the computer table, as if the answer would pop out from amidst the papers and clutter, but he had no such luck.
"And if I could hold you now...mm...go away....can't stop the tears from running down my face...Oh...Lost without you!"
Logan smiled as he heard Max's voice drifting out from the shower. She was really into the old 'new-millennium' songs. Always had been. Too bad the music couldn't help him with his current problem. He sighed again. This wasn't going to be easy. He went back to his research.
Suddenly, the shower went off. Logan didn't even look up. But he did when Max came bursting out of the bathroom in only a towel.
"Logan, get down"
"Max! What the..?"
"I said Get down! She snapped.
Logan was mystified on just how a guy in a wheelchair could 'get down', but ducked all the same. Just in time. A shower of glass sprayed over him as the balcony doors were broken by a figure in black. By now Max was in a bathrobe, poised and ready to fight. The figure jumped up from the glass unharmed and ponced on Max, throwing her off balance. Max stumbled but recover quickly, throwing the 'black ninga' back out onto the balcony. She followed quickly; kicking in the shreds of glass still attached to the doorframe. The guy sprang up, nursing a cut arm, but still managed to block every punch Max threw.
"Damn it!" Max said furiously. It was almost as if he knew every move she was gonna make. Which was impossible, of course. Max ducked a right-handed punch only to be hit in the stomach by a left, and she gasped for breath. But she didn't give in. She refused to. A blow to the head was her chosen retaliation, sending her opponent reeling, almost losing balance. This was the opening Max had been waiting for. Quick as lightning she gave a kick to his ribs, leaving her adversary stunned and winded. Max used this chance to catch her own breath and change to a more defensive position. Big mistake. Watching her slight change in focus the intruder lunged and grabbed her into a headlock. Max struggled but he only pushed harder. Max waited for him to say some thing, a sentence of triumph maybe - but when he finally spoke his words were not at all what she expected.
"Are you the one?" With a rip and a cry of pain from Max he tore out a handful of Max's hair, somersaulting over the railing and into the night.
"Shit" Max swore, touching her head. She pulled her fingers away, which where now stained red. Blood. She groaned. It didn't hurt much, but she was going to look bald for the next couple of months. The question more pressing at the moment was why the hell he had wanted her hair. She walked back through the balcony doors, ignoring all the broken glass, thinking over the mystifying problem.
She nodded at Logan, still looking confused.
"He's gone"
"Max, you're bleeding. Let me help."
"No, its fine." She brushed him aside.
"Max? What's wrong?"
Max had an odd expression on her face. "He took my hair."
"What?!? Your hair? But he'd only want that if he wanted..."
"Yeah. DNA."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking of what Manticore could do with her DNA.
At last Logan spoke up. "Could it be for a clone?"
Max shook her head. "No, that's already been done. Zack saw them."
"What was Zack doing at Manticore?"
Max shrugged. "Wouldn't tell me. Probably something to do with the others"
They lapsed into silence once more.
Logan glanced around the room, desperately looking for an answer.
"Well if Manticore did want your DNA...."
"Not Manticore." Max interrupted.
"NOT Manticore? That guy definitely wasn't your average Joe, Max.
"I know. He was Manticore made, but I don't think they sent him, or maybe they did, but he wanted to find out who I was first. Manticore already has my DNA."
Logan nodded slowly. "You think it's a rogue or just a assassin with a conscience?"
"Well, either's possible. But more likely they wanted to find out that I was the right girl."
Logan nodded again, dawning comprehension spreading across his face. "It wouldn't have been Manticore issued...there was no way they would advise an attack in broad daylight."
It was Max's turn to nod. "Right. Thats the first thing we learn in training. And for a soldier to go against their training like that, it must have been an emotional issue." Max grabbed her coat and gathered up her stuff.
"So I'll look for information on the net? See if any other cases of 'Hair theft' have been reported."
"Good. I'm going to work."
Logan looked at her. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I can take care of myself."
"Max-"
"I'm going to be late." She turned and walked out the door.
Logan stared after her. That girl never listened to him. He stared at the glass on the floor, remembering the days when he could have picked that up easily. He sighed. Turning to the computer, he resumed his research.
A/N: Is it just me or am I embarrassing myself by writing this? Oh well. Sorry it's so short, I couldn't think of anything else to put in. Oh well, at least it makes sense. (Hopefully) Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It really helps.