AN: Sorry, Sternite, I was just in the middle of updating when ffnet crashed. Everytime somebody said „I accidentally deleted a part" I used to think, how can you „accidentally delete"? I mean, you get asked if you are sure you want to do it. And then you have to save the changes. Well, all my wisdom was no help. I accidentally deleted my declaration of war –and I really wanted to keep that one. Don't ask me how I did it, the computer froze and I hit several keys and the mouse at once and then it almost crashed and then it was gone... Since it was written in the spur of the moment, I don't have a copy of it. Oh, well... The idea still stands. In their latest interview, JA&MW said that Cameron might indeed do a DA movie. Well, we need to convince him of that, don't we ?
And if you were wondering what had happened with this fic or with the other, on Thursday I'll be done with my huge research paper (60 pages) so after then I'll be happily posting. That is, if you want me to, I'm happy just writing them (grin).
The moment she had entered the musty prison rooms he had known he should be remembering her from somewhere. But from where? Searching the convoluted paths of his faulty memory he saw in front of him a hospital corridor.
„Do I know you ?"
„No, I don't think so."
She had lied to him. Why? And then Buddy had called out „Max!" and fragments of long forgotten memories flashed before him. A red balloon. Hand signals. Snow. Running. Her hair covering her eyes. "The biggest threat to her safety is you." A quiet evening by the fireplace. „X5-599, I've got a heart for you."
Most of it he couldn't make sense of. That was something he should be taking care of later. Right now he needed to find a way to escape the 20 armed soldiers that had suddenly appeared from the brush.
*
Shaking and shivering she climbed a tree and tried to jump to the next one, so the dogs she heard barking behind her would lose her trace. The next branch. Yes. Another one. Damn. It had given way and falling down she barely managed to grab onto another one before another seizure shook her. Maybe it was best if she stayed up here.
*
Five soldiers were strewn around him like mangled rag-dolls and he hadn't even broken into a sweat. He had noticed his higher than normal stamina and his muscle power before, when working on the farm or picking up bar fights and now he saw he had quite a few nifty fighting tricks up his sleeve. But what use was that, if the fifteen remaining soldiers had all cocked their guns on him and were just waiting for his slightest move to serve him with another bullet. The one that had already pierced his arm had almost gone unnoticed. It had hit metal.
Metal ? Damn! What was going on? Over his head he could hear helicopters closing in but he refrained from looking up. Instead he picked one soldier who looked a bit distracted by the noise above and charged on him. He might have no gun, but the soldiers hadn't killed him yet. Maybe they wanted him alive. He wouldn't go down without a good fight.
*
She hadn't counted on being spotted so soon. Those dogs must have been really good. Oh well, they had probably smelled cat. She jumped towards the next tree but never reached it, her body fell down with a sickening plump, pierced by several tranquilizer darts.
*
Just a few more and he would be out free. Too bad he could only use one arm. The other one had gone limp on him a while ago. Unreliable biotronic parts, damn them to hell. Where had that come from ?
He didn't have the time to find out, a solid net suddenly enveloped him and tazers made every shred of consciousness fade away.
***
Sheriff Coulter approached the imposing man with the walkie-talkie just as the two prisoners were carried to a helicopter.
„Incredible what just two of them could do in such a short time !" As the man seemed to look through him, a bored expression on his hard planed face, he cut the niceties and tried to get to the essentials:
„Don't get me wrong here, I'm mighty glad you got them off my back, but I need to know what to write in my report. Covert operations units picked them up and vanished?
I need a name, a military base, something."
„White, Ames White."
„I might need more. Organization ?"
„That's all you'll get for now. You will be debriefed later today. If you don't like it, you can complain to your superiors."
„What about the couple who escaped?"
„Those are no concern of mine. It's a wrap up, men, let's move."
*
Coulter craned his neck looking after the sleek black shadows that had vanished into the clouds just as mysteriously as they had appeared. He sighed and got into his jeep, heading for his office or what had remained of it.
Everything had happened so fast he had barely had the time to understand much. First a lynch mob finding a transgenic among their own and then these uncommunicative bozos just picking them up after a hell of a fight and literally disappearing with them into thin air.
Well, after all, as a sheriff he had just done his duty requesting backup for a transgenic situation. Turned out one of them was wanted in Seattle, possibly for murder. However, he had not known they would show up so quickly. Whatever. He had pulled it off all right, maybe there would be a commendation in it soon.
The last thing he had expected was another group of suit clad city folks waiting for him in front of the station.
„Sheriff Coulter ? They're not in the cells, don't tell me you've lost them already."
What did this young prick want ?
„And who might you be, young man ?"
„White, Ames White is the name. And you, mister, are in deep shit."
