The Story of Max Cale
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Disclaimer and rating found in chapter 1.
Chapter 10
Syl led her prey back to his car, pulling a handgun out of coat pocket, and keeping it close to the small of
his back. Then she reached up and pulled off her mask, not wanting to risk causing anymore suspicion with
those approaching motorists than she might already have done.
She felt him tense when he heard her movements, and she knew he was going to turn to see her face.
She jabbed that gun into his back a little harder.
"Eyes forward," she ordered.
She could have sworn she heard him sigh.
When he got behind the wheel, she slipped into the back, keeping her gun down, but still trained on him
through the seat.
"Drive."
"Listen. What…"
"I said drive!" she snarled, bringing the gun up for just a moment, and pressing it to the man's temple.
He shook his head, but nonetheless, he did turn the key in the ignition. Then he began to pull them out onto
the road.
Another jab from the gun made him pause.
"Turn in the opposite direction," she told him. "And get us the hell out of Wyoming."
Logan hesitated a moment, debating the wisdom of obeying this woman's commands.
Then he figured she was right. He didn't particularly want to hang around Wyoming either. And she did
have the gun, after all. Logan figured that helped her case considerably.
He headed back the way he and Lydecker had come. Again, he was driving in silence.
Meanwhile, in the back seat, Syl closed her eyes for just the briefest of moments, and she berated herself.
'Stupid!'
Oh, fuck, how could she have been so stupid!
Here she'd been…all this time…watching him…and he was the enemy. Here she'd been, following him
around. She'd seen the high-tech set up he had going in his penthouse. She'd watched as he met with
policemen and doctors, people who were known, underground, as being somewhat friendly with the down
and out. People who helped people, not soldiers. Not like everyone else, who were just in this life for
themselves. Who would sell you out for an easy buck.
Here she'd been…intrigued. Okay, she admitted it. He'd intrigued her by not calling the police that first
day he'd caught her breaking into his penthouse. He'd intrigued her with the calm way he'd faced her that
night. He'd intrigued her by turning out to be more than just some airheaded rich boy. And, let's just be
honest, he'd intrigued her because he was one goddamned good-looking man.
And all this time he was the enemy. She should have taken him out the first day she met him. She should
have contacted Zack when she figured out he had something weird going on with those computers of his
and his late night meetings.
She should have done something but sit on a rooftop and watch the guy.
But she hadn't, and he'd turned out to be the enemy. Meeting with former Manticore personnel. And she
hadn't thought he even knew about her. About who she really was.
Well, that just proved what a fool she'd turned out to be.
Because he knew alright.
He was having meetings with old Manticore brass. And in Wyoming, for crying out loud. Why not just
announce the fact that he knew she was following him and that he'd just been playing with her?
Maybe that was what he'd been doing.
Maybe he had known she was there.
Because he certainly picked a convenient place to meet with that old colonel…what was his name?
Lydecker. They'd mentioned him back at Manticore – had called him a traitor. Not that Syl held to any of
that old brainwashing propoganda. But, plain and simple, Manticore was Manticore.
And this guy was meeting with Manticore.
And Syl hadn't heard a single fucking thing they'd discussed.
Oh, yes, he'd chosen the perfect place to meet with the colonel. And he must know one hell of a lot about
X5s, because how else would he have known to secure the area in a way that she wouldn't be able to listen
in to his conversation? He must have had some high-resolution signal amplifiers mounted in the trees days
before. Then he'd tuned the amplifiers to emit on a frequency only an animal, or a person with impossibly
advanced hearing, such as an X5, could detect. It was a simple tactic. One of her flaws, as a child, had
been ultrasensitivity to certain types of sound. At Manticore, they would train her, again and again, looking
for ways she could overcome that flaw and perform like any of the others. Jace and Kimble had had the
same problem. One way of overcoming it was to learn, of course, to endure the pain caused by exposure to
uncomfortable levels of sound. Syl knew she'd have a migraine now for a week because of today's
activiites. Another way had been to learn to read lips – something she hadn't been able to do, because of
the way the men were turned as they spoke; the way they kept moving.
Granted, it was a simple tactic. But the fact that this man knew it told Syl what a complete and utter idiot
she had been.
'…stupid, stupid, stupid…'
She'd thought he was a sheep, but he'd turned out to be a wolf, instead.
Well, who the fuck cares? Her brother Zane had wolf DNA, and she could put his ass down in a bare-
knuckled fight anytime.
This guy wanted to see Manticore? She'd show him Manticore, alright. She'd give him a right good
fucking show.
"Pull over," she told him.
There was no time like the present for a little ass kicking.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Disclaimer and rating found in chapter 1.
Chapter 10
Syl led her prey back to his car, pulling a handgun out of coat pocket, and keeping it close to the small of
his back. Then she reached up and pulled off her mask, not wanting to risk causing anymore suspicion with
those approaching motorists than she might already have done.
She felt him tense when he heard her movements, and she knew he was going to turn to see her face.
She jabbed that gun into his back a little harder.
"Eyes forward," she ordered.
She could have sworn she heard him sigh.
When he got behind the wheel, she slipped into the back, keeping her gun down, but still trained on him
through the seat.
"Drive."
"Listen. What…"
"I said drive!" she snarled, bringing the gun up for just a moment, and pressing it to the man's temple.
He shook his head, but nonetheless, he did turn the key in the ignition. Then he began to pull them out onto
the road.
Another jab from the gun made him pause.
"Turn in the opposite direction," she told him. "And get us the hell out of Wyoming."
Logan hesitated a moment, debating the wisdom of obeying this woman's commands.
Then he figured she was right. He didn't particularly want to hang around Wyoming either. And she did
have the gun, after all. Logan figured that helped her case considerably.
He headed back the way he and Lydecker had come. Again, he was driving in silence.
Meanwhile, in the back seat, Syl closed her eyes for just the briefest of moments, and she berated herself.
'Stupid!'
Oh, fuck, how could she have been so stupid!
Here she'd been…all this time…watching him…and he was the enemy. Here she'd been, following him
around. She'd seen the high-tech set up he had going in his penthouse. She'd watched as he met with
policemen and doctors, people who were known, underground, as being somewhat friendly with the down
and out. People who helped people, not soldiers. Not like everyone else, who were just in this life for
themselves. Who would sell you out for an easy buck.
Here she'd been…intrigued. Okay, she admitted it. He'd intrigued her by not calling the police that first
day he'd caught her breaking into his penthouse. He'd intrigued her with the calm way he'd faced her that
night. He'd intrigued her by turning out to be more than just some airheaded rich boy. And, let's just be
honest, he'd intrigued her because he was one goddamned good-looking man.
And all this time he was the enemy. She should have taken him out the first day she met him. She should
have contacted Zack when she figured out he had something weird going on with those computers of his
and his late night meetings.
She should have done something but sit on a rooftop and watch the guy.
But she hadn't, and he'd turned out to be the enemy. Meeting with former Manticore personnel. And she
hadn't thought he even knew about her. About who she really was.
Well, that just proved what a fool she'd turned out to be.
Because he knew alright.
He was having meetings with old Manticore brass. And in Wyoming, for crying out loud. Why not just
announce the fact that he knew she was following him and that he'd just been playing with her?
Maybe that was what he'd been doing.
Maybe he had known she was there.
Because he certainly picked a convenient place to meet with that old colonel…what was his name?
Lydecker. They'd mentioned him back at Manticore – had called him a traitor. Not that Syl held to any of
that old brainwashing propoganda. But, plain and simple, Manticore was Manticore.
And this guy was meeting with Manticore.
And Syl hadn't heard a single fucking thing they'd discussed.
Oh, yes, he'd chosen the perfect place to meet with the colonel. And he must know one hell of a lot about
X5s, because how else would he have known to secure the area in a way that she wouldn't be able to listen
in to his conversation? He must have had some high-resolution signal amplifiers mounted in the trees days
before. Then he'd tuned the amplifiers to emit on a frequency only an animal, or a person with impossibly
advanced hearing, such as an X5, could detect. It was a simple tactic. One of her flaws, as a child, had
been ultrasensitivity to certain types of sound. At Manticore, they would train her, again and again, looking
for ways she could overcome that flaw and perform like any of the others. Jace and Kimble had had the
same problem. One way of overcoming it was to learn, of course, to endure the pain caused by exposure to
uncomfortable levels of sound. Syl knew she'd have a migraine now for a week because of today's
activiites. Another way had been to learn to read lips – something she hadn't been able to do, because of
the way the men were turned as they spoke; the way they kept moving.
Granted, it was a simple tactic. But the fact that this man knew it told Syl what a complete and utter idiot
she had been.
'…stupid, stupid, stupid…'
She'd thought he was a sheep, but he'd turned out to be a wolf, instead.
Well, who the fuck cares? Her brother Zane had wolf DNA, and she could put his ass down in a bare-
knuckled fight anytime.
This guy wanted to see Manticore? She'd show him Manticore, alright. She'd give him a right good
fucking show.
"Pull over," she told him.
There was no time like the present for a little ass kicking.