DISCLAIMER: Plagiarism is the highest form of flattery. I am not making money from this fic, nor do I own the ideas behind, or the original characters of, Dark Angel. Please do not sue me. The eleven X-1s, however, are still mine. Especially Ice, 'cos he rocks.
A/N: thoughts, --signal-- "speech"
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Ice grew steadier on his feet, as his natural blood took over that which contained the pathogens. His fever dropped radically, and by the time he got the door open he was back to his usual ass kicking self. His neck still throbbed, and if anyone had the chance or sense to hit him there then he'd be back under lock and key quicker than you could say transgenic. Still, he had the element of surprise, as Otto found out when he was grabbed from behind and gagged with a hand over his mouth, the other hand placed where it could lead to death if Otto made the wrong move.
"You're gonna lead me to the exit. You won't know where I am, but I assure you, it will be close enough to kill you if you sound the alarm before I leave. You will see me leave the building. Lock the door to my cell, and move."
The hands were removed, and when Otto turned to lock the door, he had to double check that it was empty. Ice had climbed up the wall, and was matching mind games with gravity, in an attempt to see who would crack first. The odds were against Ice, who was stretched across the ceiling, stomch down, his feet on one side, his hands wedging him into place on the other. Still a lot weaker than he was willing to admit to himself, Ice followed Otto carefully. He knew the NSA Agent couldn't raise the alarm with a look, or a signal, because he didn't know where his transgenic stalker was.
When he reached the exit, Ice dropped down behind Otto, and whispered "People look, but don't see. The trick is to help them not to see."
The transgenic walked out of the door, bursting into a run as the alarm sounded behind him.
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Ames White looked at Otto with undisguised disgust. "You led a weakened transgenic to freedom? What kind of idiot are you?"
Otto kept his mouth shut.
First sensible thing he's done all day Ames thought to himself. Out loud, he called out orders. "I want him found. And terminated, preferably with extreme prejudice. Anyone and everyone with him goes the same way."
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Ice knew his lead on the agents was miniscule. His strength was ebbing, the initial power of his pathogen fighting blood wearing off fast. He couldn't drive in this condition, so he had to run. He loped along, headed in the right direction for RVP 6, some innate sense driving him in that direction. He'd lost his watch, his weapons and his strength, but he still had his wits about him. His wolf attributed stamina was keeping him going, the speed from his cheetah DNA being leeched away. But Ice was as stubborn as they come. He wasn't going to let those idiots catch him again.
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Ames White, some composure regained, was heading up the Agents following Ice. Otto, who appeared to be having trouble breathing ((A broken rib. Ice's fault, Ames claimed. He wasn't lying)), followed behind, a gun in his hand. A proper gun, not one loaded with tranquillisers.
"He's on foot, dammit!" White called out. "How hard can it be to track him?"
Ice, in a tree about a hundred yards from where the Agents stood, allowed himself a grin, before lapsing, silently, in unconsciousness.
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At the RVP, Data and Slim had switched watches with Danni and Toni. The look in the eyes of Cain and Abel said it all. They were worried. The Ordinaries had been boosted into trees as well, and the twins and their opposite numbers from Delta squad were the only ones still on the ground. Masked in the shadows, they all ducked simultaneously, removing themselves from the sightlines of the Agents who ran into the clearing. The Agents were surrounded, but didn't know it. Within five seconds they were all out for the count, invisible fighters taking them out before they could raise the alarm. The look Mack gave Cain hardly needed the accompanying signal: --Ice is in trouble--. Cain nodded, and replied --Shame he can block himself from Psis. Guess we'll have to follow our noses. And the tracks these incompetants left-- ((A/N: Ames and Otto were not in this group of Agents.))
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END OF CHAPTER
A/N: thoughts, --signal-- "speech"
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Ice grew steadier on his feet, as his natural blood took over that which contained the pathogens. His fever dropped radically, and by the time he got the door open he was back to his usual ass kicking self. His neck still throbbed, and if anyone had the chance or sense to hit him there then he'd be back under lock and key quicker than you could say transgenic. Still, he had the element of surprise, as Otto found out when he was grabbed from behind and gagged with a hand over his mouth, the other hand placed where it could lead to death if Otto made the wrong move.
"You're gonna lead me to the exit. You won't know where I am, but I assure you, it will be close enough to kill you if you sound the alarm before I leave. You will see me leave the building. Lock the door to my cell, and move."
The hands were removed, and when Otto turned to lock the door, he had to double check that it was empty. Ice had climbed up the wall, and was matching mind games with gravity, in an attempt to see who would crack first. The odds were against Ice, who was stretched across the ceiling, stomch down, his feet on one side, his hands wedging him into place on the other. Still a lot weaker than he was willing to admit to himself, Ice followed Otto carefully. He knew the NSA Agent couldn't raise the alarm with a look, or a signal, because he didn't know where his transgenic stalker was.
When he reached the exit, Ice dropped down behind Otto, and whispered "People look, but don't see. The trick is to help them not to see."
The transgenic walked out of the door, bursting into a run as the alarm sounded behind him.
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Ames White looked at Otto with undisguised disgust. "You led a weakened transgenic to freedom? What kind of idiot are you?"
Otto kept his mouth shut.
First sensible thing he's done all day Ames thought to himself. Out loud, he called out orders. "I want him found. And terminated, preferably with extreme prejudice. Anyone and everyone with him goes the same way."
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Ice knew his lead on the agents was miniscule. His strength was ebbing, the initial power of his pathogen fighting blood wearing off fast. He couldn't drive in this condition, so he had to run. He loped along, headed in the right direction for RVP 6, some innate sense driving him in that direction. He'd lost his watch, his weapons and his strength, but he still had his wits about him. His wolf attributed stamina was keeping him going, the speed from his cheetah DNA being leeched away. But Ice was as stubborn as they come. He wasn't going to let those idiots catch him again.
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Ames White, some composure regained, was heading up the Agents following Ice. Otto, who appeared to be having trouble breathing ((A broken rib. Ice's fault, Ames claimed. He wasn't lying)), followed behind, a gun in his hand. A proper gun, not one loaded with tranquillisers.
"He's on foot, dammit!" White called out. "How hard can it be to track him?"
Ice, in a tree about a hundred yards from where the Agents stood, allowed himself a grin, before lapsing, silently, in unconsciousness.
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At the RVP, Data and Slim had switched watches with Danni and Toni. The look in the eyes of Cain and Abel said it all. They were worried. The Ordinaries had been boosted into trees as well, and the twins and their opposite numbers from Delta squad were the only ones still on the ground. Masked in the shadows, they all ducked simultaneously, removing themselves from the sightlines of the Agents who ran into the clearing. The Agents were surrounded, but didn't know it. Within five seconds they were all out for the count, invisible fighters taking them out before they could raise the alarm. The look Mack gave Cain hardly needed the accompanying signal: --Ice is in trouble--. Cain nodded, and replied --Shame he can block himself from Psis. Guess we'll have to follow our noses. And the tracks these incompetants left-- ((A/N: Ames and Otto were not in this group of Agents.))
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END OF CHAPTER