Dark Angel: Minor Alterations
Seattle, Washington
June 6, 2021 9:45 pm
William Connor was not the kind of person you ever wanted stepping into your home, mostly because he would have a hard time getting through the door. He had worked for almost every corrupt person in Seattle in just about any capacity needed from hit man, to driver, to cook. He wasn't picky as long as they kept fresh food in the fridge, which helped explain his extra large waste in a time when getting enough food to be overweight was almost impossible. He had no real moral code, and just went where the money would take him or so his bosses believed. Despite his often-amoral stance William Connor did care about more then the money although what that might be was something not even Eyes Only could find out. So he had become an informant for Eyes Only. His image of only going where the money took him allowed him to get inside more organizations then any other informant, or at least that is what he believed.
He's drawback was he wasn't really trusted with the big secrete, but he did get in places where bugs could be planted. His recordings had helped put away more criminals, and had kept him from having to testify in open court. Although he always looked over his shoulder for any sign that he was being followed. Not that he wasn't good at looking over his shoulder, anyone who worked with Eyes Only learned to do that quickly or ended up in the Medical Examiners Office. Still he tonight he was particularly nervous, and that was why he had taken extra precautions to protect himself. Logan Cale had helped him before when he had gone to Eyes Only, and he had agreed to help him again.
His slightly overweight body was draped in long loose clothing, which made him seem even more overweight. He also wore a long trench coat that hid a pair of old Army Colt .45 semi-automatic pistols with several additional clips. The reason for all this extra firepower was simply he had no idea what he had walked in on 12 hours ago, but he knew it wasn't good. God had it been only that long? The day had started innocently enough as he went to pick up people who needed work, and wouldn't mind working for nothing. He had only stopped to take a leak when he heard the first scream, and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had followed the screams back to a small warehouse in what had once been a Microsoft complex. Inside was a mix of old and new computer hardware, and what looked like hospital supplies with a young man standing over an older woman, who was doing all the screaming.
"Please! Don't kill me!"
Then a soft voice echoed, "Screaming will not help you, and will probably only make your suffer more. Simply take comfort in the knowledge you will help protect your fellow men from monsters like, and worse then me."
"I will do anything, but please don't kill me," her blue eyes filling with tears as she spoke.
"I am not trying to kill you, but I am afraid that maybe the end result."
"I don't understand?"
"I am trying to give humanity a great gift, but my research is at best incomplete. You will either live or help those that come after you survive. You will become a martyr to a grateful human race."
"You are insane!"
"History may judge me as such, or I may be seen as a visionary. Either way your time is up. I hope you don't mind me talking like this, but I want to make this moment dramatic. In truth I am excited beyond belief, and I really hope you will survive. Unlike Daddy I don't want to leave a long line of failed experiments before I get things right."
Pulling himself back from his memories Will headed down the ally toward his destination. The Neon sign of the Boka bar glistening like the light of a lighthouse during a storm, and guiding him to a safe harbor. Then suddenly a figure stepped in front of him with his fist connecting to Willy's jaw, and dropping Willy like a sack of bricks.
"I do not know where you are going, but I cannot let you go. I'm not going to give you a chance to lie to me about what you say and heard today. Just be thankful I am not my father, or you would be dead by now."
"So you are not going to kill me?"
"I never said that. You see unfortunately I am in need of new test subjects. "
Logan looked at his watch, and then at the clock on the wall. I can't believe I gave up an evening with Max for a night with an informant that didn't even bother to show, he thought. Logan took one last look around the bar for his informant before leaving. His eyes did a quick sweep of the area around the bar, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Still Logan knew this informant wasn't the type to stand him up like this unless absolutely necessary. I'll dig into his disappearance, but for now there is nothing I can do.
From the ally across the street a set of eyes peered through the night, and fixed on Logan with a gleam of future possibilities.
Seattle, Washington January 10, 2022
"Oh shit," Max cursed as she noticed the time on the alarm clock. Max for the moment forgot that she was not alone, and her sudden moment caused her and Logan to fall out of the bed.
"Late again?" Logan asked. Max just glared as she untangled herself from the blankets and Logan whose bright blue eyes gave away the amusement he managed to keep from his voice. Max just rolled her eyes and then started grabbing through the tumbled mess of clothing that she had so carelessly tossed off the night before.
"This is the second time this week I overslept thanks to you."
"Should I take that as a thank you, Ms. Guevera?" Logan laughed as he got himself up, and out of the covers. Max paused and watched Logan's trim athletic body with a possessive smile as she thought of their activities the night before which only a week or two she would have thought impossible. Now after learning the virus was gone, and with the destruction of Ames White and his snake cult. Max was free to indulge in the pleasures she felt life had long denied her.
She felt Logan brush his fingers over her face, and then the soft loving pressure of his lips on hers. God I could just stay like this with him forever, Max thought with a sigh.
"Yes, but if I miss this meeting Mole will never let me forget it," Max said as she pulled away.
"See you tonight?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Max smirked as she once more began rummaging to find her clothes. Finally she just grabbed a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and slipped it over her petite but lethal body as she picked up her running shoes and head for the door.
Despite her Manitcore enhanced muscles it still took her a couple of minute to get from Logan's apartment through the underground tunnel to Terminal City and from there to the top floor of the art market the transgenics had bought with help from Logan. The top floor had been converted into a meeting place, and offices for Terminal City's new alderman. Max halted outside the door, and composed her for the usual sarcastic jabs that Alec and Mole would give her for being late to a meeting she had called.
Just as she was about to open the door Max's enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of the four men laughing. Even though the doors were closed the tone of Alec's voice was unmistakable, "Okay so Joshua you got overslept, Dix you got Logan made her breakfast in bed, Mole couldn't find anything to wear, and I say that they were up all night."
"Sorry I'm late," Max called out as she entered the conference room. Although the words she really wanted to say were more along the lines of, 'Alex if you finish that sentence you'll never go all-night again.'
The first to answer was Joshua with his usual greeting for Max, "Hi Yah little Fella."
Max smiled, "Back at you Big Fella, so sorry I'm late. I just had to make sure some things were ready before I came here. What did you guys do to amuse yourselves while you waited?"
Max smiled at the big dog boy who seemed about to speak much to the apparent horror of Alec, Mole, and Dix.
"No lets get down to business."
Seattle, Washington
June 6, 2021 9:45 pm
William Connor was not the kind of person you ever wanted stepping into your home, mostly because he would have a hard time getting through the door. He had worked for almost every corrupt person in Seattle in just about any capacity needed from hit man, to driver, to cook. He wasn't picky as long as they kept fresh food in the fridge, which helped explain his extra large waste in a time when getting enough food to be overweight was almost impossible. He had no real moral code, and just went where the money would take him or so his bosses believed. Despite his often-amoral stance William Connor did care about more then the money although what that might be was something not even Eyes Only could find out. So he had become an informant for Eyes Only. His image of only going where the money took him allowed him to get inside more organizations then any other informant, or at least that is what he believed.
He's drawback was he wasn't really trusted with the big secrete, but he did get in places where bugs could be planted. His recordings had helped put away more criminals, and had kept him from having to testify in open court. Although he always looked over his shoulder for any sign that he was being followed. Not that he wasn't good at looking over his shoulder, anyone who worked with Eyes Only learned to do that quickly or ended up in the Medical Examiners Office. Still he tonight he was particularly nervous, and that was why he had taken extra precautions to protect himself. Logan Cale had helped him before when he had gone to Eyes Only, and he had agreed to help him again.
His slightly overweight body was draped in long loose clothing, which made him seem even more overweight. He also wore a long trench coat that hid a pair of old Army Colt .45 semi-automatic pistols with several additional clips. The reason for all this extra firepower was simply he had no idea what he had walked in on 12 hours ago, but he knew it wasn't good. God had it been only that long? The day had started innocently enough as he went to pick up people who needed work, and wouldn't mind working for nothing. He had only stopped to take a leak when he heard the first scream, and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had followed the screams back to a small warehouse in what had once been a Microsoft complex. Inside was a mix of old and new computer hardware, and what looked like hospital supplies with a young man standing over an older woman, who was doing all the screaming.
"Please! Don't kill me!"
Then a soft voice echoed, "Screaming will not help you, and will probably only make your suffer more. Simply take comfort in the knowledge you will help protect your fellow men from monsters like, and worse then me."
"I will do anything, but please don't kill me," her blue eyes filling with tears as she spoke.
"I am not trying to kill you, but I am afraid that maybe the end result."
"I don't understand?"
"I am trying to give humanity a great gift, but my research is at best incomplete. You will either live or help those that come after you survive. You will become a martyr to a grateful human race."
"You are insane!"
"History may judge me as such, or I may be seen as a visionary. Either way your time is up. I hope you don't mind me talking like this, but I want to make this moment dramatic. In truth I am excited beyond belief, and I really hope you will survive. Unlike Daddy I don't want to leave a long line of failed experiments before I get things right."
Pulling himself back from his memories Will headed down the ally toward his destination. The Neon sign of the Boka bar glistening like the light of a lighthouse during a storm, and guiding him to a safe harbor. Then suddenly a figure stepped in front of him with his fist connecting to Willy's jaw, and dropping Willy like a sack of bricks.
"I do not know where you are going, but I cannot let you go. I'm not going to give you a chance to lie to me about what you say and heard today. Just be thankful I am not my father, or you would be dead by now."
"So you are not going to kill me?"
"I never said that. You see unfortunately I am in need of new test subjects. "
Logan looked at his watch, and then at the clock on the wall. I can't believe I gave up an evening with Max for a night with an informant that didn't even bother to show, he thought. Logan took one last look around the bar for his informant before leaving. His eyes did a quick sweep of the area around the bar, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Still Logan knew this informant wasn't the type to stand him up like this unless absolutely necessary. I'll dig into his disappearance, but for now there is nothing I can do.
From the ally across the street a set of eyes peered through the night, and fixed on Logan with a gleam of future possibilities.
Seattle, Washington January 10, 2022
"Oh shit," Max cursed as she noticed the time on the alarm clock. Max for the moment forgot that she was not alone, and her sudden moment caused her and Logan to fall out of the bed.
"Late again?" Logan asked. Max just glared as she untangled herself from the blankets and Logan whose bright blue eyes gave away the amusement he managed to keep from his voice. Max just rolled her eyes and then started grabbing through the tumbled mess of clothing that she had so carelessly tossed off the night before.
"This is the second time this week I overslept thanks to you."
"Should I take that as a thank you, Ms. Guevera?" Logan laughed as he got himself up, and out of the covers. Max paused and watched Logan's trim athletic body with a possessive smile as she thought of their activities the night before which only a week or two she would have thought impossible. Now after learning the virus was gone, and with the destruction of Ames White and his snake cult. Max was free to indulge in the pleasures she felt life had long denied her.
She felt Logan brush his fingers over her face, and then the soft loving pressure of his lips on hers. God I could just stay like this with him forever, Max thought with a sigh.
"Yes, but if I miss this meeting Mole will never let me forget it," Max said as she pulled away.
"See you tonight?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Max smirked as she once more began rummaging to find her clothes. Finally she just grabbed a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and slipped it over her petite but lethal body as she picked up her running shoes and head for the door.
Despite her Manitcore enhanced muscles it still took her a couple of minute to get from Logan's apartment through the underground tunnel to Terminal City and from there to the top floor of the art market the transgenics had bought with help from Logan. The top floor had been converted into a meeting place, and offices for Terminal City's new alderman. Max halted outside the door, and composed her for the usual sarcastic jabs that Alec and Mole would give her for being late to a meeting she had called.
Just as she was about to open the door Max's enhanced hearing picked up the sounds of the four men laughing. Even though the doors were closed the tone of Alec's voice was unmistakable, "Okay so Joshua you got overslept, Dix you got Logan made her breakfast in bed, Mole couldn't find anything to wear, and I say that they were up all night."
"Sorry I'm late," Max called out as she entered the conference room. Although the words she really wanted to say were more along the lines of, 'Alex if you finish that sentence you'll never go all-night again.'
The first to answer was Joshua with his usual greeting for Max, "Hi Yah little Fella."
Max smiled, "Back at you Big Fella, so sorry I'm late. I just had to make sure some things were ready before I came here. What did you guys do to amuse yourselves while you waited?"
Max smiled at the big dog boy who seemed about to speak much to the apparent horror of Alec, Mole, and Dix.
"No lets get down to business."