The Story of Max Cale
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
**Disclaimer and rating located in first chapter.**
part 4
by pari106
Zack watched the sky until the sun had completely set. He finished the beer he'd been nursing, and then
grabbed his leather jacket.
he didn't bother locking up the place as he left. It was just a dive, anyhow; one he'd only rented for the
night. And he'd brung only himself to Seattle, having lost his last bike in a close call with some of
Renfro's goons a couple of weeks ago. He hadn't managed to "liberate" another since then. Nor had his
heart really been in it.
He'd really loved his bike.
But there was this really snotty bike shop owner located in southern Washington. Screwed his customers
like mad.
Maybe Zack would pay him a little visit before he left the state.
But until then, he needed something different. Something larger. A van, perhaps?
Zack wanted tonight to go off without a hitch. Syl needed to get out of Seattle now, one way or the other.
She needed help. And Zack planned to help her.
"Whether you like it or not, baby sister," he mumbled to himself.
With any luck he'd have an appropriate mode of transportation within the hour, and his plan could go into
action. With any luck, he'' have Syl tucked safely away into said mode of transportation within 2 hours.
Zack smiled, tossing the keys to his room onto the clerk's desk as he exited the "lobby".
Screw that. There was no such thing as luck. Successful missions were the product of a well-thought out
plan and precise execution. And Zack hated using his skills against his own family, but, really…it was for
Syl's own good. And if anyone could plan precisely and execute flawlessly, it was Zack.
Zack turned the corner and headed for Sector 9.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
**Disclaimer and rating located in first chapter.**
part 4
by pari106
Zack watched the sky until the sun had completely set. He finished the beer he'd been nursing, and then
grabbed his leather jacket.
he didn't bother locking up the place as he left. It was just a dive, anyhow; one he'd only rented for the
night. And he'd brung only himself to Seattle, having lost his last bike in a close call with some of
Renfro's goons a couple of weeks ago. He hadn't managed to "liberate" another since then. Nor had his
heart really been in it.
He'd really loved his bike.
But there was this really snotty bike shop owner located in southern Washington. Screwed his customers
like mad.
Maybe Zack would pay him a little visit before he left the state.
But until then, he needed something different. Something larger. A van, perhaps?
Zack wanted tonight to go off without a hitch. Syl needed to get out of Seattle now, one way or the other.
She needed help. And Zack planned to help her.
"Whether you like it or not, baby sister," he mumbled to himself.
With any luck he'd have an appropriate mode of transportation within the hour, and his plan could go into
action. With any luck, he'' have Syl tucked safely away into said mode of transportation within 2 hours.
Zack smiled, tossing the keys to his room onto the clerk's desk as he exited the "lobby".
Screw that. There was no such thing as luck. Successful missions were the product of a well-thought out
plan and precise execution. And Zack hated using his skills against his own family, but, really…it was for
Syl's own good. And if anyone could plan precisely and execute flawlessly, it was Zack.
Zack turned the corner and headed for Sector 9.