The Story of Max Cale
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Code: M/Z; Disclaimer: Dark Angel ain't mine, and I'm not making any money off it. (If Zack was mine,
do you really think I'd share? ;)
Rating: PG-13
part 2
by pari106
Meanwhile, Manticore refugee, X5 designate 599, a.k.a. "Zack", had just arrived on a bus into Seattle.
He stepped off, running a hand through his short, blonde hair, and pulling the strap of his duffel bag higher
up his shoulder. As was his habit, he took a good look around at his surroundings before he headed in any
one direction, walking quickly for the terminal exit.
Zack had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like coming back to Washington this soon
after the last time. He didn't like playing the Commanding Officer card with Syl. But his sister wasn't
accepting his warnings to leave town; his suggestions made out of brotherly love. So he'd stopped
suggesting and he'd ordered her to leave.
She'd told him to fuck off. And he hadn't heard from her since.
Zack sighed.
Oh, if only he'd been engineered as an only child.
Zack loved his sister, he really did. He understood her wanting a life. A nice, normal life settled into once
place. Didn't she realize that he wanted the same things? But it just wasn't worth the risk.
Renfro did sweeps of ever sector in every state in the U.S. She was constantly just one step behind Zack.
He dedicated his life to keeping himself and his brothers and sisters, the other X5s, safe from capture and
reindoctrination. Renfro dedicated hers to spoiling his efforts. And the only way to beat her was to avoid
her. So Zack had kept his fellow X5s constantly on the run. they couldn't stay in any one place for any
length of time.
Syl had been in Seattle now for a year.
And why? For some shitty messenger job, working for that ass, Normal. For a crappy apartment in the
slum. For her friends, who – Zack would admit – seemed cool enough. But they weren't worth losing Sy's
soul. Nothing was worth that.
And that's what would happen if Renfro took her back to Manticore. Her very essence, everything that
made Syl Syl would disappear behind Renfro's torture tactics and militant dogma. Nothing was worth
letting that happen. Life wasn't 'orth letting that happen. Zack would gladly die before he'd 'e taken back
there.
And Syl was risking all that for this? For a Jam Pony paycheck and a lesbian? For Seattle's biggest screw
up and a would-be philosopher with a Jamaiican accent?
Uh-uh. Not on Zack's watch, she wasn't.
Zack was here to make sure Syl knew that. And to get her the hell out of Dodge while he still could.
The only problem, then, would be finding her.
Syl was most likely expecting this, so she probably wouldn't be home. And she no doubt asked her friends
to cover for her if Zack went looking for her at work. But that was okay. Because Zack wouldn't be
looking for her in either place. He knew just where he could find her – and he knew that Syl had no idea
what he knew.
She'd be spying on his place. On that guy – Mr. Money Bags, himself, in the tailored suits. Syl didn't
know that Zack knew about him, but the last time he'd been in town, he'd seen her sneak over to his place.
They'd argued, again, about her leaving, and she must have thought Zack had left then, but he hadn't. He'd
stayed and followed her over to Foggle Towers.
Then he followed her the next night.
And the next.
She never went in, nor did she even get near enough to be seen, from what Zack could tell. But she went
over there, just the same, and sat on an adjacent rooftop, watching the rich guy in the penthouse at Foggle
Towers.
Zack remembered she'd mentioned something about swiping some statue from a guy there. Some cat
statue, ugly as hell.
But a statue just like that had been in the penthouse of the guy Syl was now obviously fascinated by.
So what the hell?
Zack didn't know what was going on with his sister. But he intended to find out.
And, this time, when he asked her to leave with him…he wouldn't take no for an answer.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Code: M/Z; Disclaimer: Dark Angel ain't mine, and I'm not making any money off it. (If Zack was mine,
do you really think I'd share? ;)
Rating: PG-13
part 2
by pari106
Meanwhile, Manticore refugee, X5 designate 599, a.k.a. "Zack", had just arrived on a bus into Seattle.
He stepped off, running a hand through his short, blonde hair, and pulling the strap of his duffel bag higher
up his shoulder. As was his habit, he took a good look around at his surroundings before he headed in any
one direction, walking quickly for the terminal exit.
Zack had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like coming back to Washington this soon
after the last time. He didn't like playing the Commanding Officer card with Syl. But his sister wasn't
accepting his warnings to leave town; his suggestions made out of brotherly love. So he'd stopped
suggesting and he'd ordered her to leave.
She'd told him to fuck off. And he hadn't heard from her since.
Zack sighed.
Oh, if only he'd been engineered as an only child.
Zack loved his sister, he really did. He understood her wanting a life. A nice, normal life settled into once
place. Didn't she realize that he wanted the same things? But it just wasn't worth the risk.
Renfro did sweeps of ever sector in every state in the U.S. She was constantly just one step behind Zack.
He dedicated his life to keeping himself and his brothers and sisters, the other X5s, safe from capture and
reindoctrination. Renfro dedicated hers to spoiling his efforts. And the only way to beat her was to avoid
her. So Zack had kept his fellow X5s constantly on the run. they couldn't stay in any one place for any
length of time.
Syl had been in Seattle now for a year.
And why? For some shitty messenger job, working for that ass, Normal. For a crappy apartment in the
slum. For her friends, who – Zack would admit – seemed cool enough. But they weren't worth losing Sy's
soul. Nothing was worth that.
And that's what would happen if Renfro took her back to Manticore. Her very essence, everything that
made Syl Syl would disappear behind Renfro's torture tactics and militant dogma. Nothing was worth
letting that happen. Life wasn't 'orth letting that happen. Zack would gladly die before he'd 'e taken back
there.
And Syl was risking all that for this? For a Jam Pony paycheck and a lesbian? For Seattle's biggest screw
up and a would-be philosopher with a Jamaiican accent?
Uh-uh. Not on Zack's watch, she wasn't.
Zack was here to make sure Syl knew that. And to get her the hell out of Dodge while he still could.
The only problem, then, would be finding her.
Syl was most likely expecting this, so she probably wouldn't be home. And she no doubt asked her friends
to cover for her if Zack went looking for her at work. But that was okay. Because Zack wouldn't be
looking for her in either place. He knew just where he could find her – and he knew that Syl had no idea
what he knew.
She'd be spying on his place. On that guy – Mr. Money Bags, himself, in the tailored suits. Syl didn't
know that Zack knew about him, but the last time he'd been in town, he'd seen her sneak over to his place.
They'd argued, again, about her leaving, and she must have thought Zack had left then, but he hadn't. He'd
stayed and followed her over to Foggle Towers.
Then he followed her the next night.
And the next.
She never went in, nor did she even get near enough to be seen, from what Zack could tell. But she went
over there, just the same, and sat on an adjacent rooftop, watching the rich guy in the penthouse at Foggle
Towers.
Zack remembered she'd mentioned something about swiping some statue from a guy there. Some cat
statue, ugly as hell.
But a statue just like that had been in the penthouse of the guy Syl was now obviously fascinated by.
So what the hell?
Zack didn't know what was going on with his sister. But he intended to find out.
And, this time, when he asked her to leave with him…he wouldn't take no for an answer.