Ok, here's Chapter 9, and yes, it is very short. It's not exactly one
of the best chapter's I've written so far, I wasn't really in a writing
mood. Sorry. Anyway, here it is.
Chapter 9
Back at N'Tek, Berto popped open the glass case over the Bio-feedback button. He pushed the button, holding it down for three seconds, and then quickly took his hand off of it. There was no response from Max over the biolink, which was still black. Berto cursed, knowing that Max wasn't going to wake up without either switching out of Max mode or getting a recharge.
Deciding it was the only way that there would be a chance of finding Max before Psycho got him to the second Dread base, Berto called Kat.
"Kat, I'm sending you Hawk."
"Ok, and what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fly over all the roads leading out of the Dread base. Psycho took one of them, and maybe you can find Max before they start moving him again. Look for a broken down truck," Berto sighed, realizing how hopeless this was. All they had to go on was to look for a broken-down truck on a road somewhere.
"Martinez! There are four roads leading out of this stupid place," Kat groaned. "And guess what! Roads branch off onto other roads!"
The younger agent understood Kat's frustration, but he did not feel like dealing with it. His legs and chest were incredibly sore.
"Kat, just try."
Kat heard the weariness in his voice and stopped arguing.
"Okay, sorry. How far away is Hawk?"
"ETA at your location is thirty seconds."
Abigail sat in the back of her limo, the partition separating her from the driver raised. She had tried to call her grandfather before remembering that the EMP knocked out the phones as well. It stressed her not be able to call and say she would be late, so she poured herself a glass of Chardonnay from the mini bar to her left. She sat there, in the dim interior of the car, sipping her drink and thinking about the day's events. She supposed she had been being a bit cruel to Psycho. She began to think that she should be a little nicer to him, but then she flashed back to the punch he had thrown at her the last time they had argued. He started it, she thought petulantly. He didn't know I could defend myself and tried to hit me. He meant to hurt me. He meant to hurt me bad. Suddenly angry again, she wasn't surprised when the thin glass in her hand seemed to implode upon itself. Looking down at the shards of glass on the seat, she laughed.
Kat, on the other hand, was not laughing. She had been following the roads for fifteen minutes, but she did not know how far the truck had gotten. She didn't know how far to follow each road, or for how long. She had nearly dented the floor of the aircraft for all the times she had stomped her foot down as hard as she could instead of screaming in frustration.
"Berto, how much longer do I have?"
"I don't know, I'd say probably five minutes, tops."
Kat groaned and pushed Hawk to go faster.
Psycho and Dread's granddaughter had been stuck on the side of the highway for twenty-two minutes exactly when the latter's phone rang. Surprised, she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Dear, I arrived ten minutes ago, and as I understand it I had a much longer distance to travel than you did."
"Grandfather, it was all Psycho's fault. He used the EMP to subdue Steel, and ended up knocking out both our vehicles." There was a hint of a pout in her voice.
"Well, seeing as your cell phone is working, I would assume that you now have power. I'll see you in a few minutes then?"
"Of course." Hanging up the phone, the red head got out of the car and called to Psycho, who was sitting on a rock, crushing lizards with his claw. "Hey, Microwave, the EMP wore off. Back in the truck. Let's go."
Psycho shook the lizard guts off his claw and got back behind the wheel of the truck. Abigail got back into her limo and knocked on the partition.
"You may start driving again."
The chauffer drove. Abigail sank back into her soft leather seat. Psycho turned on the radio. Max sat up in the back of the truck.
Now for answering my reviews! Yay! Ok. Bwhaha: I haven't really thought of how old exactly the people are, I just have the order from youngest to oldest (Berto-Max-Kat-Rachel) in my head. You mentioned an official site? Do share. In one of your fanfics you wrote you said something about Max Steel tapes. Do you know if they are definitely sold in the US? I would like to get my hands on some. Yes, Max is driving Psycho crazy, but I think the dude's already lost his mind. Abigail will come up with as many names for Psycho as I can think of. I don't know if Berto has a fear of sharp objects in general, just that the scalpel was a reminder of the coming skin graft. And yes, I love the fanfiction community, especially now that things are actually happening.
Chapter 9
Back at N'Tek, Berto popped open the glass case over the Bio-feedback button. He pushed the button, holding it down for three seconds, and then quickly took his hand off of it. There was no response from Max over the biolink, which was still black. Berto cursed, knowing that Max wasn't going to wake up without either switching out of Max mode or getting a recharge.
Deciding it was the only way that there would be a chance of finding Max before Psycho got him to the second Dread base, Berto called Kat.
"Kat, I'm sending you Hawk."
"Ok, and what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fly over all the roads leading out of the Dread base. Psycho took one of them, and maybe you can find Max before they start moving him again. Look for a broken down truck," Berto sighed, realizing how hopeless this was. All they had to go on was to look for a broken-down truck on a road somewhere.
"Martinez! There are four roads leading out of this stupid place," Kat groaned. "And guess what! Roads branch off onto other roads!"
The younger agent understood Kat's frustration, but he did not feel like dealing with it. His legs and chest were incredibly sore.
"Kat, just try."
Kat heard the weariness in his voice and stopped arguing.
"Okay, sorry. How far away is Hawk?"
"ETA at your location is thirty seconds."
Abigail sat in the back of her limo, the partition separating her from the driver raised. She had tried to call her grandfather before remembering that the EMP knocked out the phones as well. It stressed her not be able to call and say she would be late, so she poured herself a glass of Chardonnay from the mini bar to her left. She sat there, in the dim interior of the car, sipping her drink and thinking about the day's events. She supposed she had been being a bit cruel to Psycho. She began to think that she should be a little nicer to him, but then she flashed back to the punch he had thrown at her the last time they had argued. He started it, she thought petulantly. He didn't know I could defend myself and tried to hit me. He meant to hurt me. He meant to hurt me bad. Suddenly angry again, she wasn't surprised when the thin glass in her hand seemed to implode upon itself. Looking down at the shards of glass on the seat, she laughed.
Kat, on the other hand, was not laughing. She had been following the roads for fifteen minutes, but she did not know how far the truck had gotten. She didn't know how far to follow each road, or for how long. She had nearly dented the floor of the aircraft for all the times she had stomped her foot down as hard as she could instead of screaming in frustration.
"Berto, how much longer do I have?"
"I don't know, I'd say probably five minutes, tops."
Kat groaned and pushed Hawk to go faster.
Psycho and Dread's granddaughter had been stuck on the side of the highway for twenty-two minutes exactly when the latter's phone rang. Surprised, she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Dear, I arrived ten minutes ago, and as I understand it I had a much longer distance to travel than you did."
"Grandfather, it was all Psycho's fault. He used the EMP to subdue Steel, and ended up knocking out both our vehicles." There was a hint of a pout in her voice.
"Well, seeing as your cell phone is working, I would assume that you now have power. I'll see you in a few minutes then?"
"Of course." Hanging up the phone, the red head got out of the car and called to Psycho, who was sitting on a rock, crushing lizards with his claw. "Hey, Microwave, the EMP wore off. Back in the truck. Let's go."
Psycho shook the lizard guts off his claw and got back behind the wheel of the truck. Abigail got back into her limo and knocked on the partition.
"You may start driving again."
The chauffer drove. Abigail sank back into her soft leather seat. Psycho turned on the radio. Max sat up in the back of the truck.
Now for answering my reviews! Yay! Ok. Bwhaha: I haven't really thought of how old exactly the people are, I just have the order from youngest to oldest (Berto-Max-Kat-Rachel) in my head. You mentioned an official site? Do share. In one of your fanfics you wrote you said something about Max Steel tapes. Do you know if they are definitely sold in the US? I would like to get my hands on some. Yes, Max is driving Psycho crazy, but I think the dude's already lost his mind. Abigail will come up with as many names for Psycho as I can think of. I don't know if Berto has a fear of sharp objects in general, just that the scalpel was a reminder of the coming skin graft. And yes, I love the fanfiction community, especially now that things are actually happening.