A/N: Here is the next chapter for your addictive habit *grins* thanks to all your lovely words of motivation. Please keep those review coming, I already have the next chapter being written and I finally got the line to this story straight! Thanks to my little evil muse.

Also if you hadn't check it out yet go see Lord of The Rings: The Return of the King

It is beautiful! And Legolas is hott!!! Ok that was me spazing out, and this is me walking away now totally red in the face. *walks away*

CHAPTER 4:

"Are you sure about this?" Gage asked as she paced back and forth in the large 24 square feet spaced floor. The boards of the empty loft beneath her feet cracking with each foot step. The dark haired woman had arrived no less than an hour before and had spilled the details about the attempted hit on her and the Gang members, conveniently leaving out the part about the guy who had saved her ass. The young man with the equally dark hair and hazel eyes sighed heavily as he looked over the result on the laptop, nodding his head sadly at the young woman. His shoulders sagging slightly as he rest his head in his hands. There was no other explanation for it, and he wished that there had been. Maybe then she wouldn't have to go through this crap all over again. The past was usually better left untouched.

"How long have these guys been working out there?" she asked still pacing the length of five feet before pivoting again for the 20th time. Gage held a semi calm stature for someone who had been almost taken out by a trigger happy freak. "I'm not sure, but they're the real deal. Right down to the tattoos they brand. Gage… you know what this means right?" he asked as he faced the new mutant.

"Vince, I'm not even sure of what I saw." Gage replied still pacing.

"Lightning bolt with bold numbers." He replied automatically as he typed in a command the picture enhanced on the screen. "It's a sign for something… Hey." he reached out grabbing her wrist stopping her mid pace.

"This ain't right." she said with clenched teeth.

"I know but…" he replied softly pulling her close to him. "You can't run from this, you know that. Right?"

"This is such bull." she said slowly pulling away from him and began pacing again. "Marco's boys were taken out but some punk I didn't even see. Half of them had that marking, it doesn't make sense, why would… Marco hates people like me… and why would he even have them on his side and not even know it?"

"Maybe they were hiding out or something? Like you and Abby."

Vince's words stilled her as her dark gaze fell on him, he hated that look on her. The one that if it could, he would be dead on the spot for even bringing the subject up. The two stood in silence for what seemed like forever. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean it like it came out…"

"You know the shit we went through…" she began but was cut off by Vince.

"I said I was sorry alright." he retorted a bit angered, more at himself for saying something so stupid. He had known Gage since the day Social Services had dumped her next door to these nasty people. They had never really talked much, but that was probably because her foster parents were real pain in the asses, just cause Gage had been different from other teenagers.

At fifteen Gage and her twin Abby had decided to run away from their abusive foster homes, two years later Vince and his sister Max had found them and helped them escape the grip of a bad crowd that they had fallen into only to keep on running from them. How Gage and Abby had gotten roped into that crowd he never did ask, it had never been his place to.

"We have to find out what they want and why." he said turning back to the laptop. His next words made him slouch in his chair a bit. "Listen uh… We're gonna need some cash and fast."

Gage stopped her pacing and looked back at the young man with narrowed eyes. Picked up the nearest object which happened to be a CD case and with perfect aim flung it at him the corner of the case hitting the base of his neck dead on. Vince jumped in his seat the thing had hit him pretty hard. "You ass." she practically hissed. "Why the hell didn't you tell me

"I didn't know exactly,"

"Do you have any idea the damage that was done tonight?"

"We're kinda dry you know how else are we suppose to survive." Gage didn't need to turn around to know who it was that had just walked into the room. "I am not speaking with you at the moment."

"Gage… I didn't know about Marco and his boys I…"

"You little quick scam tonight was reckless Abs, this isn't a joke. You can't just go and knock off the first loaded car to the local chop shop."

"What the hell are we suppose to do." Abby demanded crossing her arms on her chest, she was pretty sure that by now had she not been interrupted they would have had at more than 2g's in their pockets and some food in their stomach. Sometimes she wondered how the heck her sister took the moral high ground when money was concerned. Gage use to be the one who fallowed her lead in things, that had changed a few years back, a bad choice in friends had changed everything for them.

"We gotta find a race with deep pockets." Gage said walking over to the second laptop.

"You're not serious, come on we have a better chance of knocking off some poor sap down town then winning one of those." Abby protested. "Gage, you said it yourself we have to stay low."

"You're the one who said we need fast cash, this is the only way,"

"Wit what money chica?" A five foot six Hispanic looking young lady asked as she walked into the room. She was tying up her hair holding a band between her teeth, her olive toned skin made her naturally brown hair seem darker than it was. She was dressed in a pair of cargo pants and a black sleeveless turtle neck. "We aint got much."

Gage bit her lip thinking for a minute, a serious edge to herself, came upon her lips. "There's an underground race in a few nights, we get our cash there."

"Entrance fee?" the Hispanic lady asked again.

"You gotta be one of us." She said as her dark brown eyes literally sparked up with tiny electrical charges.

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