CHAPTER 2: AFTER MIDNIGHT 09:00 63HOURS TO GO

Max stood on the platform outside Terminal City. Behind her Alec, Joshua and CeCe stood. Before her stood the cities press and police force. White's men would be out there somewhere. Max noticed a familiar face in amongst the journalists.
"Logan Cale budding cyber journalist." Max thought. She took a deep breath and began...

'People. Listen to me. I know you think we're all monsters and I know you think by killing us you're helping "clean" your streets. But think about this. Inside there is a baby. A beautiful baby called Hope; she was named hope because her mother has hope that she'll get to grow up. Not be slaughter by gangs. She's not done anything wrong. She didn't ASK to be born with different DNA to any of your children. But she was, why do you want to hold it against her? Why does it make her evil in you're eyes? She's human. She's no different from the 'gifted' kid in your child's class. Their DNA makes them superior to you're children! The only difference is Hope's parents were CREATED different. But that isn't our fault. It's your government who wanted us to be made not us. We didn't ask for it. We're still human.

'We still care, we still bleed and we still LOVE' Max met Logan's eyes. 'All we ask is you let us be. Let us live here. Let us work here. Make our lives here. We don't want to intrude on you. We just want what you want. To be left alone.'
Max and her fellows turned and left. But not before she heard the crowd roar with applause. She couldn't help but smile.

Kia stood in the doorway watching them return Alec smiled and she returned the gesture.
'Feeling ok?' Alec asked smiling slightly.
'Yeah I am.' Alec nodded and offered his arm.
'Thanks.'
'Anyway...' Max groaned as she watched the couple disappear. Mole laughed briefly.
'What?' She said curiously.
'Well lets say Kia is Alec's female counterpart.'
'What?'
'He... gets about so to speak...'
'Yeah?'
'Guys! How many in here have been... intimate... with Kia?' Max watched in awe as five men raised their hands.
'It's always the quiet ones...'