I've been reading a lot of the other stories on this site, and I noticed
that there are a lot of similarities between Abigail and another character,
Alice Dread in The More Things Change by Vespera1, so if he/she/it reads
this, I didn't mean to make the two so similar, sorry. OK, now on with the
story for my two readers, you guys rock!
Chapter 7
With some help of chemical stimulants, Berto was awake within ten minutes of arriving in the med bay. He groaned as he sat up; he would need extensive skin graphing on his legs and chest, the main points of contact to the exploding dog. A morphine drip made him woozy, and it took him a few seconds upon his awakening to figure out where he was. Looking around, he saw Kat sitting next to him, staring at the wall across from the bed.
"Earth to Kat, Earth to Kat," he said weakly.
The older agent jumped, snapping out of her trance-like state. "Berto! You're awake!"
"Wished I wasn't." He noticed the panicked look on her face. "What's wrong? What happened? Where's Max?"
Kat gave him a worried look. "Berto, what's the last thing you remember before now?"
Berto frowned, recalling the details of the day in his mind. First there had been the meeting with Jefferson, and then he got a phone call, and they had all gone to Rachel's office to...He gasped, the rest of the day coming back in a rush, concluding with the malicious look on Abigail's face as she pressed the button on the remote control. "Kat, how'd you get away from Dread? Is that where Max is?"
"Dread never had me. I got hit with a nasty bit of food poisoning suspiciously after I had dinner with Abigail, and wasn't in the condition to call in sick. Dread was bluffing...but yeah, that's where Max is."
Berto groaned again, sinking back into his pillow. "If you say 'I told you so' I will build my next Fido to hunt you for the rest of your life."
Despite the situation, Kat laughed.
"I do appreciate you being here with me and all, but shouldn't you be helping Max out?" he asked.
"Well, that's what Rachel's doing right now; she's trying to contact him via biolink."
"We all know that won't work. Dread's bases always block the signal."
"We were also waiting for you to wake up to see if you saw anything that could help us out."
"The last thing I remember about Max's location, he was on his way to the Dread Base. He just left N'Tek, and was heading Northwest in Shadow."
"Ok, I'll go tell Rachel that."
"What are you going to do then?"
"I think I'm going to test nano-boy's ego and see if he can handle being rescued by a girl."
"Tell me how that goes."
Max had noticed the tension in the air when both Abigail and Psycho were in the same room. He had also noticed the joys of being locked in a cell. While he couldn't get out, Psycho couldn't get in, either. Using this to his advantage, Max had fun doing whatever he could to annoy his captor.
"So, Smiley," Max started with an evil grin, "I've noticed how much you love Abigail."
"You'd hate her too if you had to deal with her calling you 'Lawn Mower' ten times a day. I'm not surprised you two hit it off."
"That was before I knew who she really was," Max replied darkly. "Anyway, why do you let her bug you so much?"
The cyborg sighed. "I have to."
"What, so Dread doesn't fire you?"
"No, I have to put up with her because of the button."
"What button?" Max's curiosity was peaked.
"The one that-"Psycho looked up suddenly, remembering who he was talking to. Furious at the fact he had just had a civil conversation with Max Steel, he got up and jammed his claw through the bars of the cell, extending it towards Max. Max, in turn backed up against the far corner, and could not be reached. With an angry yell, the former Fred Erickson sat back down. Never one to turn down an opportunity to annoy his enemies, Max Steel sat down in the corner and began to whistle. Not any particular tune, just random whistling sounds. "STOP THAT!" Psycho yelled. Max in turn crossed his eyes and began to whistle louder. Unable to reach his quarry, the cyborg removed one of his boots and hurled it through the bars at Max. He missed, and Max grabbed the boot. Waving the boot at Psycho, Max whistled even louder. "DAMN YOU, STEEL!"
Abigail, having just finished her coke, sat in her office, waiting for her grandfather to call. When the call came, she picked up on the first ring.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully; today had been a good day for her.
"Hello, Abigail. I'm just about finished up over here, why don't you and Psycho take our friend to H4. I'll meet you there."
"All right. Bye bye."
"See you soon."
Abigail leaned back in her chair, thinking of the most irritating way to greet Psycho this time. She knew how fortunate she was that her grandfather had taken precautions against Erickson's revenge, because with his bionic limb, he might pose a threat to her in hand to hand combat. She flashed back to the day where she had been given control of her father's most-feared henchman.
She had been watching the surgery with her grandfather, when she saw the lead surgeon do something strange. Abigail watched as the surgeon placed a device the size of a dime next to Erickson's heart inside the latter's chest. Puzzled by this, she turned to her grandfather, who reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a remote-control with only one button on it. Thinking back now, it was the same size as the one she and Berto had built for the mechanical dog.
"What's that?" she asked.
"This," he had said, "is a self-destruct button. It activates that device you saw the surgeon just place inside our friend's body. Upon detonation, the device will stop his heart instantly. It would be a painless death, but a death nonetheless."
"And you're giving this to me...why?" she asked him skeptically.
"Because, my dear, you are responsible for having him remade into this new, more powerful state. He owes you for improving his life. To make sure he honors that debt, you will have this, which he will know. To go against you now would be suicide."
The girl's eyes had glowed with the recognition of newfound power, and her grandfather laughed. He was glad she could properly appreciate power. She would have all the power she wanted when she took over the organization.
Walking down the hallway, she heard sounds of someone begging emanating from the room holding Max Steel. Quickening her step, she hoped for Psycho's sake that he hadn't hurt their captive anymore than what had already been done in the process of transporting him to the cell. Her grandfather had made it clear to the cyborg that he was not to 'damage' the N'Tek agent more than was necessary. As she got closer, the sounds became clearer.
"Pleeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssseeeeeeee?"
"Nope."
"Come on, give it back."
"Don't think so."
"I'll get you a soda..."
"Ok."
Abigail, now puzzled, stepped quietly through the doorway, standing in the shadows, out of sight. The sight she saw was quite odd. Max Steel lay on his side at the back of his cell, balancing a heavy boot on his index finger, and Psycho was nowhere to be seen. Curious how the scene would play out, Abigail stood and watched as the cyborg came in with a can of soda and rolled it between the bars of the cell. Max popped open the lid and drank some of it. "Thank you."
"Not can I have my boot back?"
"Nope."
Abigail had seen enough. "Bottle-opener, I don't even want to know how your captive managed to commandeer your footwear. It's time to move him anyway, so..." she flicked a switch on the wall, raising the bars of the cell, "you can get your boot back now. I'll be waiting in the truck."
Max's protection from the cyborg now gone, he meekly offered the boot back as Psycho approached him with his trademark metallic smile on his face.
Ok, maybe Max Steel isn't really acting like he usually does, but I am in a weird mood and I felt like making him behave like a nutjob. More to come, beware. Akili-Chan: I LIKE QUESTIONS! Thank you for your question, lol. Questions give me more to think about and put into the story. Bring on the questions! And for UKHoneyB: I cherished your reaction to how Psycho is treated lol, it made me smile and hug myself. Hahaha, remind me to cut down on the sugar. Anyway....I also enjoyed your comment of "Bwhahahahahahahha". I myself am partial to the "mwhahahahhaha", but "bwhahahhahahah" is great.
Chapter 7
With some help of chemical stimulants, Berto was awake within ten minutes of arriving in the med bay. He groaned as he sat up; he would need extensive skin graphing on his legs and chest, the main points of contact to the exploding dog. A morphine drip made him woozy, and it took him a few seconds upon his awakening to figure out where he was. Looking around, he saw Kat sitting next to him, staring at the wall across from the bed.
"Earth to Kat, Earth to Kat," he said weakly.
The older agent jumped, snapping out of her trance-like state. "Berto! You're awake!"
"Wished I wasn't." He noticed the panicked look on her face. "What's wrong? What happened? Where's Max?"
Kat gave him a worried look. "Berto, what's the last thing you remember before now?"
Berto frowned, recalling the details of the day in his mind. First there had been the meeting with Jefferson, and then he got a phone call, and they had all gone to Rachel's office to...He gasped, the rest of the day coming back in a rush, concluding with the malicious look on Abigail's face as she pressed the button on the remote control. "Kat, how'd you get away from Dread? Is that where Max is?"
"Dread never had me. I got hit with a nasty bit of food poisoning suspiciously after I had dinner with Abigail, and wasn't in the condition to call in sick. Dread was bluffing...but yeah, that's where Max is."
Berto groaned again, sinking back into his pillow. "If you say 'I told you so' I will build my next Fido to hunt you for the rest of your life."
Despite the situation, Kat laughed.
"I do appreciate you being here with me and all, but shouldn't you be helping Max out?" he asked.
"Well, that's what Rachel's doing right now; she's trying to contact him via biolink."
"We all know that won't work. Dread's bases always block the signal."
"We were also waiting for you to wake up to see if you saw anything that could help us out."
"The last thing I remember about Max's location, he was on his way to the Dread Base. He just left N'Tek, and was heading Northwest in Shadow."
"Ok, I'll go tell Rachel that."
"What are you going to do then?"
"I think I'm going to test nano-boy's ego and see if he can handle being rescued by a girl."
"Tell me how that goes."
Max had noticed the tension in the air when both Abigail and Psycho were in the same room. He had also noticed the joys of being locked in a cell. While he couldn't get out, Psycho couldn't get in, either. Using this to his advantage, Max had fun doing whatever he could to annoy his captor.
"So, Smiley," Max started with an evil grin, "I've noticed how much you love Abigail."
"You'd hate her too if you had to deal with her calling you 'Lawn Mower' ten times a day. I'm not surprised you two hit it off."
"That was before I knew who she really was," Max replied darkly. "Anyway, why do you let her bug you so much?"
The cyborg sighed. "I have to."
"What, so Dread doesn't fire you?"
"No, I have to put up with her because of the button."
"What button?" Max's curiosity was peaked.
"The one that-"Psycho looked up suddenly, remembering who he was talking to. Furious at the fact he had just had a civil conversation with Max Steel, he got up and jammed his claw through the bars of the cell, extending it towards Max. Max, in turn backed up against the far corner, and could not be reached. With an angry yell, the former Fred Erickson sat back down. Never one to turn down an opportunity to annoy his enemies, Max Steel sat down in the corner and began to whistle. Not any particular tune, just random whistling sounds. "STOP THAT!" Psycho yelled. Max in turn crossed his eyes and began to whistle louder. Unable to reach his quarry, the cyborg removed one of his boots and hurled it through the bars at Max. He missed, and Max grabbed the boot. Waving the boot at Psycho, Max whistled even louder. "DAMN YOU, STEEL!"
Abigail, having just finished her coke, sat in her office, waiting for her grandfather to call. When the call came, she picked up on the first ring.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully; today had been a good day for her.
"Hello, Abigail. I'm just about finished up over here, why don't you and Psycho take our friend to H4. I'll meet you there."
"All right. Bye bye."
"See you soon."
Abigail leaned back in her chair, thinking of the most irritating way to greet Psycho this time. She knew how fortunate she was that her grandfather had taken precautions against Erickson's revenge, because with his bionic limb, he might pose a threat to her in hand to hand combat. She flashed back to the day where she had been given control of her father's most-feared henchman.
She had been watching the surgery with her grandfather, when she saw the lead surgeon do something strange. Abigail watched as the surgeon placed a device the size of a dime next to Erickson's heart inside the latter's chest. Puzzled by this, she turned to her grandfather, who reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a remote-control with only one button on it. Thinking back now, it was the same size as the one she and Berto had built for the mechanical dog.
"What's that?" she asked.
"This," he had said, "is a self-destruct button. It activates that device you saw the surgeon just place inside our friend's body. Upon detonation, the device will stop his heart instantly. It would be a painless death, but a death nonetheless."
"And you're giving this to me...why?" she asked him skeptically.
"Because, my dear, you are responsible for having him remade into this new, more powerful state. He owes you for improving his life. To make sure he honors that debt, you will have this, which he will know. To go against you now would be suicide."
The girl's eyes had glowed with the recognition of newfound power, and her grandfather laughed. He was glad she could properly appreciate power. She would have all the power she wanted when she took over the organization.
Walking down the hallway, she heard sounds of someone begging emanating from the room holding Max Steel. Quickening her step, she hoped for Psycho's sake that he hadn't hurt their captive anymore than what had already been done in the process of transporting him to the cell. Her grandfather had made it clear to the cyborg that he was not to 'damage' the N'Tek agent more than was necessary. As she got closer, the sounds became clearer.
"Pleeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssseeeeeeee?"
"Nope."
"Come on, give it back."
"Don't think so."
"I'll get you a soda..."
"Ok."
Abigail, now puzzled, stepped quietly through the doorway, standing in the shadows, out of sight. The sight she saw was quite odd. Max Steel lay on his side at the back of his cell, balancing a heavy boot on his index finger, and Psycho was nowhere to be seen. Curious how the scene would play out, Abigail stood and watched as the cyborg came in with a can of soda and rolled it between the bars of the cell. Max popped open the lid and drank some of it. "Thank you."
"Not can I have my boot back?"
"Nope."
Abigail had seen enough. "Bottle-opener, I don't even want to know how your captive managed to commandeer your footwear. It's time to move him anyway, so..." she flicked a switch on the wall, raising the bars of the cell, "you can get your boot back now. I'll be waiting in the truck."
Max's protection from the cyborg now gone, he meekly offered the boot back as Psycho approached him with his trademark metallic smile on his face.
Ok, maybe Max Steel isn't really acting like he usually does, but I am in a weird mood and I felt like making him behave like a nutjob. More to come, beware. Akili-Chan: I LIKE QUESTIONS! Thank you for your question, lol. Questions give me more to think about and put into the story. Bring on the questions! And for UKHoneyB: I cherished your reaction to how Psycho is treated lol, it made me smile and hug myself. Hahaha, remind me to cut down on the sugar. Anyway....I also enjoyed your comment of "Bwhahahahahahahha". I myself am partial to the "mwhahahahhaha", but "bwhahahhahahah" is great.