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.
Summary: A quick and easy job gets complicated. Will new lies be able to cover the naked truth?
20. Organized Chaos
The shakes are about the scariest thing that can happen to one of us. Right out of the womb we were fitted into a world laced boots and straight soldiers. Thee was a rule for everything and an almost mindless organization.
Now and then our brains seemed to do what somewhere deep down our bodies wanted to do. Rebel. Just before widely firing neurotransmitters turned us into a convulsing heap of limbs, they sent a flood of paralyzing images. It played the memories we kept locked tightly away under the strict chains of order.
I saw the blankness in Sharp's eyes as he was silent for just a moment too long. Soon the tremors would start and his legs would give out. But I stood and watched waiting until the last possible second to help him. As much as I watched to step closer, support him before he fell, the soldier in me stood her ground against a show of weakness that might compromise our authority.
His eyes refocused through the clear plastic of the tox suit. "I can do this job with Asha," he said, "but we're going in half blind with minimal recon we need backup." Backup. I glared. "Backup that can improvise if Plan A fails and we're stuck in there." His voice fell. "I don't want you in there." He admitted. "Not unless you have to be. Not now. But I need to know I've got you here incase something goes wrong. I can't get caught in a place like that. Not again."
Now it was time for my brain to play memories like a broken storyboard only I knew there would be no shakes. This story wasn't so random.
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A mission. A girl under my protection. I had the lead, I was calling the shots.
A phone call.
Before I knew it I was off to Detroit before the soldier in me had time object. Before rationality said there were other capable soldiers to take care of it. Because he was missing. They couldn't find him. I wasn't there.
But I would be.
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"Plan A won't fail. I made it, remember?" But I was already pealing off my suit and handing it to a scowling Asha. I helped her fasten it well enough that it looked like it might belong to her. "Good luck in there." I sealed the gloves with heavy tape.
Her face seemed to expand all at once. "What?"
"Good luck." I said more cheerfully this time. "Don't look so surprised. That's all you're getting for me. If the building catches on fire don't bother deluding yourself. I won't pull you out first."
Author: Chippewa Livingston
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
Summary: A quick and easy job gets complicated. Will new lies be able to cover the naked truth?
20. Organized Chaos
The shakes are about the scariest thing that can happen to one of us. Right out of the womb we were fitted into a world laced boots and straight soldiers. Thee was a rule for everything and an almost mindless organization.
Now and then our brains seemed to do what somewhere deep down our bodies wanted to do. Rebel. Just before widely firing neurotransmitters turned us into a convulsing heap of limbs, they sent a flood of paralyzing images. It played the memories we kept locked tightly away under the strict chains of order.
I saw the blankness in Sharp's eyes as he was silent for just a moment too long. Soon the tremors would start and his legs would give out. But I stood and watched waiting until the last possible second to help him. As much as I watched to step closer, support him before he fell, the soldier in me stood her ground against a show of weakness that might compromise our authority.
His eyes refocused through the clear plastic of the tox suit. "I can do this job with Asha," he said, "but we're going in half blind with minimal recon we need backup." Backup. I glared. "Backup that can improvise if Plan A fails and we're stuck in there." His voice fell. "I don't want you in there." He admitted. "Not unless you have to be. Not now. But I need to know I've got you here incase something goes wrong. I can't get caught in a place like that. Not again."
Now it was time for my brain to play memories like a broken storyboard only I knew there would be no shakes. This story wasn't so random.
**************
A mission. A girl under my protection. I had the lead, I was calling the shots.
A phone call.
Before I knew it I was off to Detroit before the soldier in me had time object. Before rationality said there were other capable soldiers to take care of it. Because he was missing. They couldn't find him. I wasn't there.
But I would be.
*********
"Plan A won't fail. I made it, remember?" But I was already pealing off my suit and handing it to a scowling Asha. I helped her fasten it well enough that it looked like it might belong to her. "Good luck in there." I sealed the gloves with heavy tape.
Her face seemed to expand all at once. "What?"
"Good luck." I said more cheerfully this time. "Don't look so surprised. That's all you're getting for me. If the building catches on fire don't bother deluding yourself. I won't pull you out first."