TITLE: Coming Decisions – Chapter 28
WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
EMAIL: hmfergie@charter.net
WEBSITE: webpages. charter. net/ fergus80 (Jensen)
RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)
SUMMARY: Set after Freak Nation. A miss understanding turns into some truth telling and decision making for our transgenic pair.
SPOILERS: Everything!
DISCLAIMER: All Dark Angel characters belong to James Cameron, FOX, etc. etc. etc.
FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile! :)
DEDICATION: To all the Nuns at the Church of Jensen, the Blue Lady, and of course Jensen!
RANT: Okay… I did the stupid thing and watched Freak Nation with the commentary. Can I actually say I'm HAPPY that DA was canceled? Seriously what Cameron and/or what the writers wanted to do…. UGH! So, with that annoyance in my head, I just had to correct a few things, or I couldn't live with myself, whatever this will be (obviously, writing this, before I write my fic) is the result of this huge annoyance. SO… let's see how it goes. ;)
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He turned around, a pained look on his face, "Because I love you."
Her eyes widened from his words and also the sharp pain in her neck. Her head spun around to find Mole behind her with a syringe in his hand. The man caught her before she fell to the floor and hoisted her up and over his shoulder. He walked over to Alec, and patted him on the back with his free hand. "I've got her. You just better keep your ass safe cause I don't want to deal with her for too long by myself."
Alec nodded and then watched the other man carry her out of headquarters, his eyes closing and head lowering. "I'll try."
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Her head was swimming, but slowly the water seemed to part as her ears started to pick up a voice.
{{All four facilities have been wiped out. The workers just barely managing to escape before fires and explosions over came each of the buildings.}}
Her mind registered that the talking was coming from a radio. Then her body felt a small bump, and she slid sideways a little. She was moving. She was in a vehicle. Her eyes opened immediately.
She was in the back of a van, laying on one of the pull out benches. Her eyes moved up to the front, and once seeing him she screamed, "Mole!" As she tried to lunge out of her seat but didn't get very far. Her eyes turned to the large, metal band around her wrist, which led to thick chains that were securely attached to the side of the van.
Mole removed the cigar from his mouth with one hand, as he kept the wheel in the other. "The beast is awake."
Max let out a slight growl. "Pull over NOW!"
He shook his head. "Nope."
She struggled with the chains, "Let me out of this!"
"No can do sweetheart." He replied keeping his eyes on the road.
"Why?" she asked through gritted teeth and anger.
"I have my orders."
Her anger grew. Her fists clenched turning her knuckles white. "How dare he…" She struggled harder, pulling at the restraint as much as she could. But it was of little use. "That… JERK!" She screamed pulling again.
"That jerk is trying to keep you safe."
Her eyes glared at the man driving, as she crossed her arms over her. "No, he's trying to get himself killed." She said her head looking down.
"No. He has a better shot of making it out without you there."
Dark eyes snapped back up, "Excuse me!"
Mole sighed, "If he's there by himself he can think about himself. If you were there…" He trailed off, knowing he didn't have to continue because he could see she already knew through the rear view mirror.
She swallowed, and pulled against the chain again, just out of protest. If he got out and to the new base she was going to kill him herself! *Not If. When,* she tried to tell herself, but it wasn't working. The radio got her attention again.
{{All shipments of the cure have been destroyed. The medical facilities have been raided.}}
"So it worked…"
Mole nodded, "It worked. They won't be able to make any of the 'cure' for at least a few weeks, and by then it won't matter."
She closed her eyes. At least that was good news. Depending on how you looked at it. But now… now… She didn't even have to think of it because the reporter was already saying it.
{{The government is placing blame on the escaped transgenics. They have called for quick and decisive action against this threat.}}
Max shook her head. Her worst fears seemed to be coming true.
{{They are asking for everyone to report anyone they suspect to be a transgenic. Report any strange behavior. This to ensure that any of them that are outside the walls of Terminal City will be found.}}
"Well, they are going to have a lot more of us to look for on the outside now than they bargained for," Mole commented as he continued to drive,
{{As for the population of transgenics that have gathered in their own makeshift city? The military is being tight lipped. But sources have told us that there is a bustle of activity just outside the gates.}}
Her hand ran over her forehead, "Get out of there Alec… Please… just get out of there in one piece."
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"Is everyone out?"
Dix nodded, "Everyone but the four of us."
Alec nodded, "Okay gentlemen. It's been a pleasure."
Luke looked up at him, "You aren't coming with us?"
He shook his head, "Someone has to stay and make sure it all goes off without a hitch."
"Alec. Everything is set, we can take the transmitters with us…"
He shook his head at Dix and then turned to Jed. "Okay. Get them out of here." The other X5 nodded, and pulled the backpack up onto his shoulder. "You guys have five minutes to get out of here."
They nodded, patted him on the back and hurried to the exit. "We'll see ya at base Alec." Luke said.
Dix and Luke walked out, but Alec stopped the X5 before he left, "Jed."
The dark haired man turned around. "No matter what happens. There will be no use to look for me." The man's eyes widened slightly. "I'll either show up at the base… or … well… there will be no point in looking."
Jed got the point, "Understood." Was all he said, but gave a small salute before he headed out the door.
Alec closed his eyes briefly and then headed over to the laptop. The only computer still functioning. He typed in a few commands and flipped over to the camera feeds. His eyes scanned the military outposts around the city. His mind calculated their positions. Figuring out what they were planning to do.
He almost wanted to laugh at how textbook they were being. Did they really not understand that they were dealing with a group of soldiers that had learned all of their standard procedures? Not to mention all the ones that even most of their highly trained personal didn't know?
He pulled up the satellite feeds. He needed to find out where the missiles were going to come from. Because that is exactly what was planned. There wasn't going to be an invasion. At least not at first.
Two areas were immediately identified, but he just knew there had to be more. He zoomed in, trying to figure out where they were going to try and hit. He shook his head. Just as he feared. Headquarters was one of them. The medical building another. *Sick bastards,* he thought about also knew that thinking purely militarily he would have done it too. In a war you don't want the wounded to get better so they can fight again.
But he knew what that could also mean. They might have surveillance on the city. They might know which buildings were which. Or it could be extreme luck. But if they had good surveillance, it also meant they might know about everyone leaving. He shook his head to himself on that thought. No, they didn't know or they wouldn't be bothering to do this.
His eyes scanned the feeds again, and then found the location of another missile site. He just wished he could find the fourth one. He just knew there was at least one more. The third one was aimed at an apartment building. Nothing vital, but it was one of the largest residential buildings in the city. He relaxed somewhat, as the realization of their targets became clearer. They were using what they knew about the buildings in Terminal City before their occupation of it as guide.
It wasn't just that either. As he calculated the destruction of those buildings, he found those hits would basically do a pretty damn good job of trapping everyone inside. Not to mention make an invasion inside easier. He shook his head. *Yep… bomb, them and then invade to 'help' the survivors and wounded.* "But there won't be any survivors for you to 'save'."
His smile got wider as he looked at all the detonators laid out on the table. He grabbed an empty side pack and started to load them into it. He then closed the laptop and put it inside as well. He grabbed his other backpack, and pulled it onto his shoulders. He slid the strap of the other pack over his head and swung it to his side. It was time to set up shop in someplace that wasn't a target and soon.
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He heard the metal clank again, "It's no use." All he got in response was a small growl, and he shook his head. "You're just going to hurt yourself."
She sighed, "Like you care."
"True. I don't. But he won't like it."
"Like he cares!" she yelled out of anger.
The man just shook his head. "I have no idea why he does. But he does."
She closed her eyes giving in, for the moment. Trying to relax, but it did no good. She was tense. She was worried. And there was nothing she could do. She was trapped.
Max sighed, "You can take these off. I won't… go back."
Mole shook his head, "I don't trust you." She pulled at the chains again in anger. "See?"
Her evil look stared back at him in the mirror and then turned to the window, as she watched the trees go by. "How much longer?"
"This isn't just a short trip sweetheart. But we should be there tomorrow morning."
"Stop calling me SWEETHEART!" She yelled back at him. His grin only making her temper grow.
She took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down, when a thought crossed her mind. She smiled, "Well at some point we are going to have to stop for gas. And since YOU can't get out to pump it…"
Mole shook his head smiled, "Oh don't even try that one SweetHeart. It's been planned out already. We've got some tanks in the back."
He received another evil look. Then she tried again. "Well… I don't know about you. But sometime between then and now, I'm going to HAVE to go to the bathroom."
He then laughed, "Just tell me when. I'll pull over. That chain will reach out the door." Her eyes widened and he laughed again. With that her feet went to the wall of the van as she threw her whole body into it. But it was no use and only made the man driving laugh more at her futile attempt. "Boy am I glad I listened to him and didn't just use handcuffs."
"WHAT?" she screamed. This was HIS idea? Her jaw tensed, and her teeth gritted. Her fists clenched, as she felt steam rising. The horrible thing was… he had been right. He knew her too well. But why did he have to do this? Why did have to force her away? WHY? And the memory hit her, and she closed her eyes. 'Because I love you.'
He loved her. She had heard the words. But she had also saw it in his eyes. Those hazel pools that right then were filled with so much pain. She swallowed. She wanted to scream because she was so angry with him for taking the choice to be with him there away from her. But she also wanted to scream at herself because she understood why he did it. Because she would have done the same thing if she had the choice.
But what really… really pissed her off, was that he got to tell her. He told her he loved her. *But I didn't get to tell him,* she thought and her eyes closed and head sagged again. And the worst part….
{{This just in…}} The reporter came over the radio. {{A missile has just been launched on Terminal City!"}} Max's closed eyes tightened at the news, a small tear slipped down her cheek. {{Wait… three more now. Four in total.}}
She didn't know if she would ever be able to tell him.
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