An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: episode two.
Author: Chippewa Livingston
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Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
Episode 2, Playing the Part
The first evidence was a gentle hum like the far off droning of bees. There was a curse (Took damn long enough!) from the security hub and the hallway started to flicker. "Backup generator." I whispered. Equipment like that a large price tag these days. There was something in this gray boxy building and it was something to be kept secret. Visual surveillance would be up again any second and not even an X5 can go invisible.
'Jack' smiled, that cool cocky smiled reserved for field operations- right before he pulled them from the gates of Hell. Walking confidently across the wide pan of glass like he owned building, he pounded on the door with a fist. "Pizza!" He roared at the thick wood.
Classy, I had to admit and maybe just foolish enough to get the job done. But there was obviously no pizza on the premises which the man behind the now open door noticed immediately. "Not again." Declared an alcohol- raised voice and the fluorescent lights reflected off the barrel of a gun. "Lamont's not gonna lay the tab on me again!" The door started to close.
"I left the pizza with the guy outside he coughed up the cash for it and for the rest of my delivery. But if you don't want it it's no skin off my ass. Damn near killed myself when the lights went out and all your fancy doors lockin' themselves from the outside. Now you go and pull that shit on me… I'm gone." 'Jack' spun away and the door opened again.
"What 'rest' of the delivery?" The security technician asked suspiciously.
With a great show of reluctance the soldier- turned- conman faced him. "Your friend outside said you were having a rough night and he owed you one…." Jack whistled. *come*
I came, knowing what he had in mind and forcing myself not to scowl. Crossing the pane of glass I could see myself from several angles on the monitors inside. We would have been caught.
The technician looked me over greedily with tiny eyes in a pale, pointed face. "Tell him he's forgiven." He opened the door to me in a mock display of courtesy; he still hadn't put the gun away.
"You're too kind." I purred, stepping inside and turning him to face me. The weapon was still in his limp hand. I reached a hand up to caress his neck.
A slight pressure on the bundle of nerves there and he fell boneless at my feet. The door opened and Jack came in. "I hope that's what you had in mind." I unnecessarily indicated the prone guard with a kick.
"Of course," he grinned, "I wouldn't rent out my best girl to him."
"I appreciate the compliment." I said already surveying the flashing lights and buttons surrounding us.
Author: Chippewa Livingston
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
Episode 2, Playing the Part
The first evidence was a gentle hum like the far off droning of bees. There was a curse (Took damn long enough!) from the security hub and the hallway started to flicker. "Backup generator." I whispered. Equipment like that a large price tag these days. There was something in this gray boxy building and it was something to be kept secret. Visual surveillance would be up again any second and not even an X5 can go invisible.
'Jack' smiled, that cool cocky smiled reserved for field operations- right before he pulled them from the gates of Hell. Walking confidently across the wide pan of glass like he owned building, he pounded on the door with a fist. "Pizza!" He roared at the thick wood.
Classy, I had to admit and maybe just foolish enough to get the job done. But there was obviously no pizza on the premises which the man behind the now open door noticed immediately. "Not again." Declared an alcohol- raised voice and the fluorescent lights reflected off the barrel of a gun. "Lamont's not gonna lay the tab on me again!" The door started to close.
"I left the pizza with the guy outside he coughed up the cash for it and for the rest of my delivery. But if you don't want it it's no skin off my ass. Damn near killed myself when the lights went out and all your fancy doors lockin' themselves from the outside. Now you go and pull that shit on me… I'm gone." 'Jack' spun away and the door opened again.
"What 'rest' of the delivery?" The security technician asked suspiciously.
With a great show of reluctance the soldier- turned- conman faced him. "Your friend outside said you were having a rough night and he owed you one…." Jack whistled. *come*
I came, knowing what he had in mind and forcing myself not to scowl. Crossing the pane of glass I could see myself from several angles on the monitors inside. We would have been caught.
The technician looked me over greedily with tiny eyes in a pale, pointed face. "Tell him he's forgiven." He opened the door to me in a mock display of courtesy; he still hadn't put the gun away.
"You're too kind." I purred, stepping inside and turning him to face me. The weapon was still in his limp hand. I reached a hand up to caress his neck.
A slight pressure on the bundle of nerves there and he fell boneless at my feet. The door opened and Jack came in. "I hope that's what you had in mind." I unnecessarily indicated the prone guard with a kick.
"Of course," he grinned, "I wouldn't rent out my best girl to him."
"I appreciate the compliment." I said already surveying the flashing lights and buttons surrounding us.