A Family Affair

Chapter 9: Not My Day



The night air was crisp and cool, all was unusually quiet in the dark. Very light talking could be heard by the docks, but it was loud enough so that passers-by wouldn't think too much of it. Well, until one of the men became agitated. It was clear that he had obviously skipped those anger management classes that Otto kept trying to talk him into.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"Ames it's out of the question."

"But-,"

"No 'buts' it isn't 100% yet," said Simms, "you're over worked, maybe someone else should take over for you."

"No disrespect sir, but THAT'S out of the question I'll kill 452 if it's the last thing I do," vowed White, "No matter what it takes."

"I'll talk with the Elders but until then, I'd suggest getting some rest...and maybe some anger management classes."

White clenched his jaw to keep a certain comment from slipping out of his mouth. He was already getting in trouble for his over zealousness, he didn't need to get into anymore by mouthing off to one of his superiors.

"Are we clear? That you aren't to bother our scientists again? Ames, what you were suggesting was absurd, and once you calm down, you'll see it too."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, now take some deep breathes and you'll come to see it my way. Fe'nos-tol."

"Fe'nos-tol."

Simms walked back over to his parked car and got in. The driver pulled out of the lot and out into the night.

"Son of a BITCH!!!"

White kicked at a support beam on the dock, the force knocked it completely out of proportion. The side White was standing on collapsed into the water along with the good agent.



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"Congrats Boo's," said Original Cindy pulling Max and Alec in for a hug.

"My two best bud's are getting married, good luck you guys," said Sketchy.

The two transgenics had just announced their engagement at Jam Pony. Normal was sobbing hysterically to the news that his Golden Boy was being roped in by Missy Miss and would no longer be single.

Max had called OC before they came into work. As the best friend she should be the first to know. She would have called sooner but she was busy with other things. Other things being Alec.

"So you got a bridesmaid yet?"

"I was thinking more Maid of Honour."

"That my girl."

"Yo, Sketchy," said Alec, "can I count on you as best man?"

"Alec my friend, you know it."

"Normal, buddy? You gonna be alright?" called Alec.

"Give me *sob* time..."

"He'll be alright."

"Right," said Original Cindy, "so you two got a date set yet?"

"No, I don't think so," said Max.

"We haven't gotten around to talking about it yet if you get my hint," Alec grinned before Max slapped him upside the head.

"Whatever, we'll talk later," said Max, "am I running with you today OC?"

"Yup, us two ladies are on our own."

"Package, bip *sniff* bib," said Normal pushing some their way.

Max and Cindy grabbed the packages and headed outside.

"Think we broke his heart?"

"You know it boo."



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"So Simms was right," said White to no one in particular. He had gotten home and taken out some of his frustration on the basement walls and some of his training equipment. The punching bag lay a shredded sandy mess on the floor. The walls had huge holes and gaps in them, plaster, concrete, and wood had been torn away. It had been nine hours since he broke the dock and fell in the lake, coming out soaking wet, his mood didn't get any better until he broke a few things.

White was know feeling eerily calm, his rage, once again, quieted for a couple minutes headed upstairs to wash his bleeding knuckles.

"Alright thinking clearly know," White muttered as he turned the taps on his bathroom sink. Putting his hand under the flowing water, he watched the blood flow away as he made a mental note.

'Transgenics are freaks. So are the X38's. Familiar Loyalists or not, still X-series, still freaks.

One: DO NOT force Cerberus scientist to experiment the effects of the freak's blood on you. I plead temporary insanity for what I said because of what I have been through for the past three years. It's the stress.

Two: DO find 452

Three: DO kill 452, but before you do find out where Ray is.

Four: Find son.

Five: Number one priority FIND SON.

Six: Kill 452 slowly and painfully.

Seven: Make 494 watch.

Eight: Interchange six and seven

Too many fucking numbers...hate numbers...numbers are bad....fucking transgenics....'

Splashing some water on his face, White forced himself to take a deep breath and to calm down. Anymore thoughts on transgenics would lead to a shattered mirror and lots of broken glass. The rest of the day he was going to relax and then tomorrow, he would formulate his most brilliant plan on how to kill 452 and get Ray back.



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"Max, I think you should go home."

"I'm fine," said Max.

It was the third time they had to stop for Max to throw up. She shouldn't be getting sick. there was no way. She was a soldier dammit! No bug was going to bring her down.

"Really I'm fine, it's nothing."

"Max you ain't never been sick before, maybe you should go see that doctor of Logan's?"

"I'm not sick."

"Boo, you're...not sick."

"Told you."

"There something you not telling OC?"

"What?"

"Max are you pregnant?"

"What?! No! I'm not...I can't...I, OC, it's too soon..."

"Let's see...June, July, August, September, October, November, December, January...eighth months to the new year boo, how long you transgenics pregnant for?"

"Oh God..."

"Let's get you to that doctor."



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A/N: Yes, I'm leaving you there! I'm evil aren't I?

For all of you who love White, I'm sorry I dumped him in the lake. But if it's any consolation picture him in wet clothes...hehe...Anyway...*thinks of White and giggles happily* ..sorry about that...

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