Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Author's Note: Just to let you know; when White got into the car with Otto, White was driving.
Today's Motto: The little things don't matter; it's the overall thought that counts!
Author's Note 2: I know I took a long time with this chapter . . . . I'm a little surprised that the
people who already reviewed and said they liked this story didn't review again to say 'Write more
or I will kill you!' Now that's the kind of review that would motivate me, or strike fear in my
little heart! Eh, scratch all that, encouragement is probably better than threats . . . Maybe you
should all just ignore 'Author's Note 2' if you value your sanity . . . In other words, scratch it all!
Well that sounds scary: scrap it all!
Today's Other Motto: One man's two wrongs may not make another man's right, but a good
'never mind' heals all wounds!
Author's Note 3: Next week, class, we will be going on a field trip to that little place around the
corner called the Psychiatrist's Office! No, SCRATCH THAT, it would be best if we went to the
MENTAL INSTITUTION! (Actually, where I'm from, it's known as the fourth floor of the
hospital, even though I think they may have moved to another floor . . .) Dear God! Someone
please end this insanity!
(You'd swear to god I just drank an entire reservoir of coffee, with EXTRA CAFFEINE!!!!!!!!!!)
(Or I just had WAY too much to drink! Even though I'm only 15!)
[Shudders with pure disgust]
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Logan's Car
Max finished bandaging Alec's wounds as they headed to Sketchy's place to drop him off.
"That must've been some fight," Sketchy commented, turning his head to Alec.
"You have no idea," Alec grinned. It was true, Sketchy had not yet witnessed a real transgenic
vs. transgenic, or transgenic vs. familiar, fight.
"Yeah Sketch," Max agreed. "You'll have to tag along next time."
"Okay."
Max's eyes went wide. "No! I was kidding!" Alec looked frantically between Sketchy and Max.
"Uh, right," Sketchy said.
"Fool," OC muttered, grinning.
"Annnnyway . . ." Alec said. "Hey! I've got an idea! Why don't we all head back to Logan's
place for a drink?"
"Okay," Sketchy said.
"Sure," OC agreed.
"Uh, guys?" Logan questioned.
"Yeah?" Alec asked, all innocence.
All of a sudden Max burst into a fit of giggles. Everyone turned to her with wide eyes.
"Boo, you okay?" OC asked, genuinely worried.
Max laughed harder.
"Max?" Alec said tentatively.
"You-," Max got out between giggles. Alec's brow furrowed with concern. "You waited 'til-"
She laughed some more. "You waited 'til Asha left!"
"Huh?" Alec was a little confused. Then he grinned. He had suggested a big group get-together
after Asha was gone, so she was completely excluded. What a coincidence. A more-fun-for-
everyone coincidence. Alec laughed as well. OC and Sketchy chuckled along. Logan just smiled
knowingly. It was obvious to everyone that Max did not like Asha.
Logan became serious again. Why exactly didn't Max like Asha? If Asha was trying to make a
move on him . . . . But Max was with Alec now. -Oh well,- Logan shrugged it off and continued
to drive, heading towards his place instead of Sketchy's.
But deep down Logan was still confused. Max wasn't still hung up on him, was she?
"Logan!" OC yelled, startling him from his thoughts.
"Uh, yeah?"
"I said yo' name like three times!" OC scolded.
"You did? Oh, well, what?"
"I was trying to ask if you're okay playin' the host for us all." She looked at him expectantly.
"Yeah . . . uh, sure."
***
White watched as a young blonde woman stepped out of the car which held his two targets, 452
and 494. Otto had stopped about fifty metres away, with his turn signal on, pretending to wait for
a green light, to go left. White picked up the car's hand radio. "Burkley," he said into it. "Move
to my current position. We've got a young lady here who's gonna need a ride."
"Yes sir," a voice crackled over the radio.
White had separated the three vehicles, so as not to draw attention to themselves. They all
attempted to stay on the trail from a different route.
White turned to the two men in the back seat of Otto's car. "Get her."
They nodded, and stepped out of the car.
Otto turned off the road, and began to follow their target from a parallel road. It was best to be
as discreet as possible, as two X5's wouldn't have much trouble picking up on a tail. As long as
he kept them on the radar screen, he was good.
***
Logan's car
"You can put your shirt back on now, you know," Max told Alec eyebrow raised. -Not that I
really want you to. Damn, this is a good view! Why did I have to mention it?-
"Aww, Max, I just thought you'd enjoy an extended look." Alec grinned.
-Oh God, he knows!- Max suddenly got the look of a deer caught in headlights.
Alec, fortunately, did not notice, and proceeded to put his shirt back on. He grimaced as he
pulled it down over himself.
"You alright?" Max asked.
"I'm always alright." Max wanted to slap him, but instead she just rolled her eyes. He always
said that when he was, in fact, far from alright. He could never say how he really felt, he always
had to cover it up by pretending he was alright. Max, who had turned side on in her seat to tend
to Alec's wounds (trying to ignore the perfect body she'd had her hands on the whole time), and
hadn't turned back, looked out the rear window of the car, stifling a sigh.
"Oh, make my night better," Max murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm at what she saw behind
them.
"I thought it was pretty good, considering Asha's no longer here," Alec said with a smirk.
"That was the one good point," Max replied. "I didn't particularly like having guns pointed at
me, White showing up, falling down some stairs, and having to bandage you up."
Alec looked slightly hurt. It wasn't having to bandage up *him* that bothered Max, it was the
fact that he needed to be bandaged up. "Anyway," Max said, "what I was going to say was that
we are being followed."
"Oh," Alec said, as if being followed was a part of his every day life. Which it was. He turned his
head and looked. "Yep." There was navy blue Toyota following them. The driver was doing a
pretty good job of going unnoticed, if it hadn't been for their X5 training, Max and Alec wouldn't
have picked it up.
"It can't be White," Max said, looking out of the corner of her eye at the Toyota.
"You're right, he'd be a little more discreet," Alec agreed.
"Still, he's probably around," Logan pointed out. "I guess it was kind of stupid to think he'd just
give up for the night."
"Even though he got a major ass-kicking."
Max rolled her eyes. "Yes, Alec."
"No offense Logan, but if White's here, should you really be the one driving?" OC asked.
"Way to bruise his ego, OC," Sketchy said. "I, for one, am sure he can handle it."
"You ain't even sure how to tie your shoelaces! I'm just sayin' that White has faster reflexes than
the average, *ordinary* bear!" OC told him firmly.
"But not the average, un-ordinary, cat-slash-human," Alec agreed.
"Exactly."
"For now, this'll have to do," Max said. "Logan, pull into this alley."
***
"What are they doing?" the driver of the Toyota wondered out loud. He followed the target into
the alley, and watched as they swerved around a corner and momentarily out of sight. "Sir," he
said into his hand radio. "I believe we've been made."
"What's your position?" White's voice crackled over the radio.
"We're directly on the target's tail, sir."
"What the hell are you doing out of position?" White yelled.
The Toyota rounded the corner to find the distance between themselves and the target growing.
"Sir, they're getting away."
***
White punched the dashboard of the car he was driving. (A/N: See?! *White* is driving!) "Idiot,"
he muttered under his breath. "I'm on my way."
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Final Author's Note For This Chapter: I was slowly writing a very long chapter, and I do mean
slowly, at the rate I was going, I probably would have posted it in about five years! But that's
what CHAPTERS are for, breaking things up and stuff, so I cut it in half and here you go! I just
have to clue up the second half before I post it, but I still might take awhile, so don't hold your
breath. I don't want the only people who reviewed to die! I might not get any more reviews!
I think you know what I want you to do. Please don't make me say it, for your sake.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Author's Note: Just to let you know; when White got into the car with Otto, White was driving.
Today's Motto: The little things don't matter; it's the overall thought that counts!
Author's Note 2: I know I took a long time with this chapter . . . . I'm a little surprised that the
people who already reviewed and said they liked this story didn't review again to say 'Write more
or I will kill you!' Now that's the kind of review that would motivate me, or strike fear in my
little heart! Eh, scratch all that, encouragement is probably better than threats . . . Maybe you
should all just ignore 'Author's Note 2' if you value your sanity . . . In other words, scratch it all!
Well that sounds scary: scrap it all!
Today's Other Motto: One man's two wrongs may not make another man's right, but a good
'never mind' heals all wounds!
Author's Note 3: Next week, class, we will be going on a field trip to that little place around the
corner called the Psychiatrist's Office! No, SCRATCH THAT, it would be best if we went to the
MENTAL INSTITUTION! (Actually, where I'm from, it's known as the fourth floor of the
hospital, even though I think they may have moved to another floor . . .) Dear God! Someone
please end this insanity!
(You'd swear to god I just drank an entire reservoir of coffee, with EXTRA CAFFEINE!!!!!!!!!!)
(Or I just had WAY too much to drink! Even though I'm only 15!)
[Shudders with pure disgust]
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Logan's Car
Max finished bandaging Alec's wounds as they headed to Sketchy's place to drop him off.
"That must've been some fight," Sketchy commented, turning his head to Alec.
"You have no idea," Alec grinned. It was true, Sketchy had not yet witnessed a real transgenic
vs. transgenic, or transgenic vs. familiar, fight.
"Yeah Sketch," Max agreed. "You'll have to tag along next time."
"Okay."
Max's eyes went wide. "No! I was kidding!" Alec looked frantically between Sketchy and Max.
"Uh, right," Sketchy said.
"Fool," OC muttered, grinning.
"Annnnyway . . ." Alec said. "Hey! I've got an idea! Why don't we all head back to Logan's
place for a drink?"
"Okay," Sketchy said.
"Sure," OC agreed.
"Uh, guys?" Logan questioned.
"Yeah?" Alec asked, all innocence.
All of a sudden Max burst into a fit of giggles. Everyone turned to her with wide eyes.
"Boo, you okay?" OC asked, genuinely worried.
Max laughed harder.
"Max?" Alec said tentatively.
"You-," Max got out between giggles. Alec's brow furrowed with concern. "You waited 'til-"
She laughed some more. "You waited 'til Asha left!"
"Huh?" Alec was a little confused. Then he grinned. He had suggested a big group get-together
after Asha was gone, so she was completely excluded. What a coincidence. A more-fun-for-
everyone coincidence. Alec laughed as well. OC and Sketchy chuckled along. Logan just smiled
knowingly. It was obvious to everyone that Max did not like Asha.
Logan became serious again. Why exactly didn't Max like Asha? If Asha was trying to make a
move on him . . . . But Max was with Alec now. -Oh well,- Logan shrugged it off and continued
to drive, heading towards his place instead of Sketchy's.
But deep down Logan was still confused. Max wasn't still hung up on him, was she?
"Logan!" OC yelled, startling him from his thoughts.
"Uh, yeah?"
"I said yo' name like three times!" OC scolded.
"You did? Oh, well, what?"
"I was trying to ask if you're okay playin' the host for us all." She looked at him expectantly.
"Yeah . . . uh, sure."
***
White watched as a young blonde woman stepped out of the car which held his two targets, 452
and 494. Otto had stopped about fifty metres away, with his turn signal on, pretending to wait for
a green light, to go left. White picked up the car's hand radio. "Burkley," he said into it. "Move
to my current position. We've got a young lady here who's gonna need a ride."
"Yes sir," a voice crackled over the radio.
White had separated the three vehicles, so as not to draw attention to themselves. They all
attempted to stay on the trail from a different route.
White turned to the two men in the back seat of Otto's car. "Get her."
They nodded, and stepped out of the car.
Otto turned off the road, and began to follow their target from a parallel road. It was best to be
as discreet as possible, as two X5's wouldn't have much trouble picking up on a tail. As long as
he kept them on the radar screen, he was good.
***
Logan's car
"You can put your shirt back on now, you know," Max told Alec eyebrow raised. -Not that I
really want you to. Damn, this is a good view! Why did I have to mention it?-
"Aww, Max, I just thought you'd enjoy an extended look." Alec grinned.
-Oh God, he knows!- Max suddenly got the look of a deer caught in headlights.
Alec, fortunately, did not notice, and proceeded to put his shirt back on. He grimaced as he
pulled it down over himself.
"You alright?" Max asked.
"I'm always alright." Max wanted to slap him, but instead she just rolled her eyes. He always
said that when he was, in fact, far from alright. He could never say how he really felt, he always
had to cover it up by pretending he was alright. Max, who had turned side on in her seat to tend
to Alec's wounds (trying to ignore the perfect body she'd had her hands on the whole time), and
hadn't turned back, looked out the rear window of the car, stifling a sigh.
"Oh, make my night better," Max murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm at what she saw behind
them.
"I thought it was pretty good, considering Asha's no longer here," Alec said with a smirk.
"That was the one good point," Max replied. "I didn't particularly like having guns pointed at
me, White showing up, falling down some stairs, and having to bandage you up."
Alec looked slightly hurt. It wasn't having to bandage up *him* that bothered Max, it was the
fact that he needed to be bandaged up. "Anyway," Max said, "what I was going to say was that
we are being followed."
"Oh," Alec said, as if being followed was a part of his every day life. Which it was. He turned his
head and looked. "Yep." There was navy blue Toyota following them. The driver was doing a
pretty good job of going unnoticed, if it hadn't been for their X5 training, Max and Alec wouldn't
have picked it up.
"It can't be White," Max said, looking out of the corner of her eye at the Toyota.
"You're right, he'd be a little more discreet," Alec agreed.
"Still, he's probably around," Logan pointed out. "I guess it was kind of stupid to think he'd just
give up for the night."
"Even though he got a major ass-kicking."
Max rolled her eyes. "Yes, Alec."
"No offense Logan, but if White's here, should you really be the one driving?" OC asked.
"Way to bruise his ego, OC," Sketchy said. "I, for one, am sure he can handle it."
"You ain't even sure how to tie your shoelaces! I'm just sayin' that White has faster reflexes than
the average, *ordinary* bear!" OC told him firmly.
"But not the average, un-ordinary, cat-slash-human," Alec agreed.
"Exactly."
"For now, this'll have to do," Max said. "Logan, pull into this alley."
***
"What are they doing?" the driver of the Toyota wondered out loud. He followed the target into
the alley, and watched as they swerved around a corner and momentarily out of sight. "Sir," he
said into his hand radio. "I believe we've been made."
"What's your position?" White's voice crackled over the radio.
"We're directly on the target's tail, sir."
"What the hell are you doing out of position?" White yelled.
The Toyota rounded the corner to find the distance between themselves and the target growing.
"Sir, they're getting away."
***
White punched the dashboard of the car he was driving. (A/N: See?! *White* is driving!) "Idiot,"
he muttered under his breath. "I'm on my way."
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Final Author's Note For This Chapter: I was slowly writing a very long chapter, and I do mean
slowly, at the rate I was going, I probably would have posted it in about five years! But that's
what CHAPTERS are for, breaking things up and stuff, so I cut it in half and here you go! I just
have to clue up the second half before I post it, but I still might take awhile, so don't hold your
breath. I don't want the only people who reviewed to die! I might not get any more reviews!
I think you know what I want you to do. Please don't make me say it, for your sake.