A/N: quick note, don't wanna hold you up from the story. but I'm so happy!
I just got accepted to one of the country's top university's for
Engineering! And, at 16, that's almost unheard of.
Sorry- I've practically shouted it to the world today, but I'm so happy I can't keep still- ants in my pants comes to mind.
Enjoy.
Chapter 3
"So, what have you got for me?" Max asked, sipping at a warm cup of coffee.
Logan looked up from his computers, surprised. He had not heard her come in. "Good morning to you too," he said dryly. Going back to his computers, he continued tapping away.
"Well, it's morning. Doesn't mean it has to be good."
"True," Logan said, as he pulled some information up.
"What you got?" Max asked, going to as close to Logan as she dared.
"Hover drone," Logan began. Pushing a button, the picture on the screen began to play. "From about three yesterday morning."
Looking at the screen, Max saw an empty warehouse, with broken windows- the works. It was quiet for a couple of seconds before a large whiter van drove up, and the warehouse door opened and several armed guards with tasars slipped out. .
A string of about nineteen people stumbled out after the soldiers; chains hindering their movements, chafing at their wrists and ankles. The chains were linked so the person was hunched over and looking into the butt of the person in front
The room suddenly seemed too small. Max's anger was growing by the second; each intake of breath absorbing anger. She could scarcely watch the chain of people be prodded into the white van.
"Why are you showing me this?" Max's voice sounded nasal with anger.
"They're transgenics," Logan said, feeling uncomfortable at the harsh breathing beating against his neck.
Logan sighed with relief as he heard Max back up and begin pacing, each footstep creating a large 'thump'-ing noise.
The footage suddenly stopped, and Max felt control returning. "Where is it?"
"Sector 5."
"Where are they going?"
"I'm still searching hover drone footage," Logan replied, his typing continuing.
"Right, I'll assemble a small group and tonight we'll head over to see what we can find."
Logan nodded, already deeply engrossed in his hacking. Leaving him without a word, she headed off to the logbook. The few transgenics that wished to go out of TC had to sign in and out. And few left willingly.
****
"Mole!" Max shouted, hurrying to catch-up with him.
"What can I do for you at this ungodly hour?" Mole grouched.
"I need a group assembled." Mole made a gesture that Max interpreted as Mole raising an eyebrow. "A group of transgenics were hauled off yesterday night. You know anything about the group that went out and didn't come back?"
Thinking for a moment, Mole nodded. "They found a group of X10's and-"
"X10's?"
"Yeah- just babies. And the group of five that went to retrieve them never came back."
"Group of five ?" Max repeated quietly, knowing she saw more than five chained up. "Where?"
"Sector five."
Nodding, Max quickly made plans for a group under her command to go out.
****
"What are you doing here?" Max asked, watching Alec sign out of the logbook. "Aren't you taking the night command?"
"And aren't you meant to take a break sometime?" Alec asked, not looking up from his final weapons check.
"Who's covering your shift?" Max persisted.
"Mole."
"Mole!" Max shouted, turning on her heal.
Mole greeted Max with a grunt.
"How many shifts have you pulled without a break?"
"How many cigars can I smoke in an hour?" Max simply glared at Mole, who pretended to be occupied in tapping the ashes off his cigar. Glancing up to see if she was still glaring, he sighed. "Four."
Max growled, and turned back on Alec. "You're staying. Cover your own shift."
"Actually, Max, you're staying," Alec said, looking anywhere but at Max, expecting to get punched.
"And who decided that?"
"I did."
"Care to tell me why?" Max asked in an ultra-calm voice.
"Because you've got little baggies under your eyes."
"Oh- alright. I'll go put my make-up on. That make you happy?"
"Max," Alec said, finally meeting her glare and shifting his weight. "You've not slept in over three days. And you're not as sharp as you should be."
"I can still kick your ass, sleep or no sleep," Max growled.
"Max," Mole said in her ear, causing her to jump in surprise. Alec gave her a 'you-see' look.
"Fine- point taken. Mole, get someone else to cover Alec's shift- and then get some sleep. Alec, I expect a full report when you return." A look of relief spread across both Mole's and Alec's face. "I'll be back in five to brief you in what Logan's found out."
****
"I got a schedule outside waiting for you Max. After this I've got a hot-"
"Shut up."
"Touché," Alec muttered, falling in step beside Max.
Walking in silence for a moment- well near to silence, if you could count Alec rattling on about this hot chic he's got lined up silent.
"Alright, you're are to intercept two white vans at this point-" Max handed Alec the co-ordinates- "You're picking up nineteen chained transgenics. There are two transport trucks waiting at the second co- ordinates. Five guards armed with tazars from what I've seen are transporting the prisoners. But take no unnecessary risks because they're lightly armed.
"You got the plan?"
"Yeah- I can count twenty-nine transgenics, no problem."
"Alec!" Max roared, ready to lash out at Alec's grin. Instead she grabbed the front of his jacket "It's nineteen. And, no, you can't count to nineteen- you only got ten fingers."
"I also got my toes."
"You won't once I get done with you," Max replied, pushing Alec away.
****
Alec watched from the roof, counting as all nineteen transgenics were roughly unloaded from the truck shackled, treated like luggage.
Seeing nineteen, Alec signaled for everyone to move in to overpower the five familiars, armed only with tazars.
The transgenics snuck up on the familiars who were transporting the chained prisoners into a warehouse.
The plan was for Biggs to unlock the chains to allow the prisoners help fight for their freedom, but the plan did not get that far. The minute the transgenics entered the clearing to attack, they were met with guns aimed straight at their heads, suddenly finding themselves out numbered three to one.
"Where the hell did these fuckers come from?" Alec growled, as the transgenics fell in back to back.
"Why, X-494. That's not the way to greet someone who has the advantage. Especially someone who has something you want."
"Sorry- left my charming face at home. Wasn't planning on meeting a baby I needed to sweet talk into smiling for me," Alec spat.
"How ironic." White smiled pleasantly.
****
Grim faced, an envelope tucked into his waist band, Alec watched the truck drive off, leaving the transgenics shackled and hurried down from his vantage point beside White.
Damn, did they look bad. He needed to put a brave face on for them, no matter what White had just showed him.
"Alright, kids." Alec addressed the cussing transgenics as they weakly worked to get their shackles off. It was a pitiful site. "Hate to do this to you, but we got to get out of here incase those fuck-wits change their minds and want to become best-buds with you again. Now, if you'll be so kind as to follow me, I'll take you home." Alec knew his carefree voice sounded slightly forced, but it seemed to reassure the freed prisoners.
Using Max's co-ordinates, Alec led nineteen hunched over transgenics to an abandoned warehouse about five-minutes away where two white vans were waiting.
"Right. Everyone in," Alec said, throwing open the doors of the vans. "Tight squeeze, but you can breath in. Come on, come on, this isn't a guided tour. Nothing to see, so keep packing in."
Everyone in, Alec drove one of the two van back to TC, the envelope burning a hole in his pants.
A/N 2 : I know the first 2 chap's were a bit slow (alright, alotta slow), but DA's been off air so long that my perception of Max and Alec's characters has probably changed without me even realizing it (it's all Fox's fault for canceling it). So, I just wanted you to get to know my Max and Alec.
So, I'm hoping this chap is moving a wee bit faster. If not, please don't hesitate to tell me.
A/N 3: Natasqi, I haven't had a chance to read one of your stories, but I'm planning on reading it next.
Sorry- I've practically shouted it to the world today, but I'm so happy I can't keep still- ants in my pants comes to mind.
Enjoy.
Chapter 3
"So, what have you got for me?" Max asked, sipping at a warm cup of coffee.
Logan looked up from his computers, surprised. He had not heard her come in. "Good morning to you too," he said dryly. Going back to his computers, he continued tapping away.
"Well, it's morning. Doesn't mean it has to be good."
"True," Logan said, as he pulled some information up.
"What you got?" Max asked, going to as close to Logan as she dared.
"Hover drone," Logan began. Pushing a button, the picture on the screen began to play. "From about three yesterday morning."
Looking at the screen, Max saw an empty warehouse, with broken windows- the works. It was quiet for a couple of seconds before a large whiter van drove up, and the warehouse door opened and several armed guards with tasars slipped out. .
A string of about nineteen people stumbled out after the soldiers; chains hindering their movements, chafing at their wrists and ankles. The chains were linked so the person was hunched over and looking into the butt of the person in front
The room suddenly seemed too small. Max's anger was growing by the second; each intake of breath absorbing anger. She could scarcely watch the chain of people be prodded into the white van.
"Why are you showing me this?" Max's voice sounded nasal with anger.
"They're transgenics," Logan said, feeling uncomfortable at the harsh breathing beating against his neck.
Logan sighed with relief as he heard Max back up and begin pacing, each footstep creating a large 'thump'-ing noise.
The footage suddenly stopped, and Max felt control returning. "Where is it?"
"Sector 5."
"Where are they going?"
"I'm still searching hover drone footage," Logan replied, his typing continuing.
"Right, I'll assemble a small group and tonight we'll head over to see what we can find."
Logan nodded, already deeply engrossed in his hacking. Leaving him without a word, she headed off to the logbook. The few transgenics that wished to go out of TC had to sign in and out. And few left willingly.
****
"Mole!" Max shouted, hurrying to catch-up with him.
"What can I do for you at this ungodly hour?" Mole grouched.
"I need a group assembled." Mole made a gesture that Max interpreted as Mole raising an eyebrow. "A group of transgenics were hauled off yesterday night. You know anything about the group that went out and didn't come back?"
Thinking for a moment, Mole nodded. "They found a group of X10's and-"
"X10's?"
"Yeah- just babies. And the group of five that went to retrieve them never came back."
"Group of five ?" Max repeated quietly, knowing she saw more than five chained up. "Where?"
"Sector five."
Nodding, Max quickly made plans for a group under her command to go out.
****
"What are you doing here?" Max asked, watching Alec sign out of the logbook. "Aren't you taking the night command?"
"And aren't you meant to take a break sometime?" Alec asked, not looking up from his final weapons check.
"Who's covering your shift?" Max persisted.
"Mole."
"Mole!" Max shouted, turning on her heal.
Mole greeted Max with a grunt.
"How many shifts have you pulled without a break?"
"How many cigars can I smoke in an hour?" Max simply glared at Mole, who pretended to be occupied in tapping the ashes off his cigar. Glancing up to see if she was still glaring, he sighed. "Four."
Max growled, and turned back on Alec. "You're staying. Cover your own shift."
"Actually, Max, you're staying," Alec said, looking anywhere but at Max, expecting to get punched.
"And who decided that?"
"I did."
"Care to tell me why?" Max asked in an ultra-calm voice.
"Because you've got little baggies under your eyes."
"Oh- alright. I'll go put my make-up on. That make you happy?"
"Max," Alec said, finally meeting her glare and shifting his weight. "You've not slept in over three days. And you're not as sharp as you should be."
"I can still kick your ass, sleep or no sleep," Max growled.
"Max," Mole said in her ear, causing her to jump in surprise. Alec gave her a 'you-see' look.
"Fine- point taken. Mole, get someone else to cover Alec's shift- and then get some sleep. Alec, I expect a full report when you return." A look of relief spread across both Mole's and Alec's face. "I'll be back in five to brief you in what Logan's found out."
****
"I got a schedule outside waiting for you Max. After this I've got a hot-"
"Shut up."
"Touché," Alec muttered, falling in step beside Max.
Walking in silence for a moment- well near to silence, if you could count Alec rattling on about this hot chic he's got lined up silent.
"Alright, you're are to intercept two white vans at this point-" Max handed Alec the co-ordinates- "You're picking up nineteen chained transgenics. There are two transport trucks waiting at the second co- ordinates. Five guards armed with tazars from what I've seen are transporting the prisoners. But take no unnecessary risks because they're lightly armed.
"You got the plan?"
"Yeah- I can count twenty-nine transgenics, no problem."
"Alec!" Max roared, ready to lash out at Alec's grin. Instead she grabbed the front of his jacket "It's nineteen. And, no, you can't count to nineteen- you only got ten fingers."
"I also got my toes."
"You won't once I get done with you," Max replied, pushing Alec away.
****
Alec watched from the roof, counting as all nineteen transgenics were roughly unloaded from the truck shackled, treated like luggage.
Seeing nineteen, Alec signaled for everyone to move in to overpower the five familiars, armed only with tazars.
The transgenics snuck up on the familiars who were transporting the chained prisoners into a warehouse.
The plan was for Biggs to unlock the chains to allow the prisoners help fight for their freedom, but the plan did not get that far. The minute the transgenics entered the clearing to attack, they were met with guns aimed straight at their heads, suddenly finding themselves out numbered three to one.
"Where the hell did these fuckers come from?" Alec growled, as the transgenics fell in back to back.
"Why, X-494. That's not the way to greet someone who has the advantage. Especially someone who has something you want."
"Sorry- left my charming face at home. Wasn't planning on meeting a baby I needed to sweet talk into smiling for me," Alec spat.
"How ironic." White smiled pleasantly.
****
Grim faced, an envelope tucked into his waist band, Alec watched the truck drive off, leaving the transgenics shackled and hurried down from his vantage point beside White.
Damn, did they look bad. He needed to put a brave face on for them, no matter what White had just showed him.
"Alright, kids." Alec addressed the cussing transgenics as they weakly worked to get their shackles off. It was a pitiful site. "Hate to do this to you, but we got to get out of here incase those fuck-wits change their minds and want to become best-buds with you again. Now, if you'll be so kind as to follow me, I'll take you home." Alec knew his carefree voice sounded slightly forced, but it seemed to reassure the freed prisoners.
Using Max's co-ordinates, Alec led nineteen hunched over transgenics to an abandoned warehouse about five-minutes away where two white vans were waiting.
"Right. Everyone in," Alec said, throwing open the doors of the vans. "Tight squeeze, but you can breath in. Come on, come on, this isn't a guided tour. Nothing to see, so keep packing in."
Everyone in, Alec drove one of the two van back to TC, the envelope burning a hole in his pants.
A/N 2 : I know the first 2 chap's were a bit slow (alright, alotta slow), but DA's been off air so long that my perception of Max and Alec's characters has probably changed without me even realizing it (it's all Fox's fault for canceling it). So, I just wanted you to get to know my Max and Alec.
So, I'm hoping this chap is moving a wee bit faster. If not, please don't hesitate to tell me.
A/N 3: Natasqi, I haven't had a chance to read one of your stories, but I'm planning on reading it next.