Hormones
By: lfbrox
Rating: R
Timeframe: A couple of month after Freak Nation. Logan can of course walk (still)
AN: And again sorry. This is a little something, just so you don't forget about me. I should really stick with the fluff, cause the action/plot part just takes too freaking long for me to write. So here is a little chapter. Be patient with me J
Chapter 9: Closer to Canada
………They turned their heads to see what was going on and saw Clemente approaching them.
"We are going to land soon", Clemente said.
"Where are we going then?" Logan requested.
"We are going to a government facility near the airport. There, we will contact the Seattle police and Terminal City to report our arrival. First thing tomorrow morning we will start our negotiations." Clemente finished.
"Who will be waiting at the airport to bring us to that facility?" Max asked while searching in Clementes eyes for some kind of warning. Some kind of hidden message. But she saw nothing.
"They left a van at the airport for us. We're going down in 25 minutes. Get ready" That said Clemente turned and went back to the disguised Manticore soldiers.
Max and the rest of the team just looked at each other confused. What was that?
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The warehouse - outside of Seattle:
"What did he just say? Did he just warn them?" cracked Grand's voice through the walky-talky.
Victor looked confused at the other soldiers that were gathered around the screen who just shrugged their shoulders. Just then Renfro rolled into the room.
"Victor. Do you copy? Did Clemente just warn the freaks?" Grand yelled again into the walky-talky to make sure they heard him loud and clear.
"What is going on?" Renfro rasped behind them.
"I don't know, Director Renfro", Victor addressed her then he turned to the other soldiers. "Replay the last conversation." Then he grabbed the walky-talky and pressed the button to answer Grand – better not make him ask that question again. "We replay the last minute sir. Just a second. Over." Then he pressed the play button.
"……….airport to bring us to that facility?"
"They left a van at the airport for us. We're going down in 25 minutes. Get ready"
They replayed it again.
"We're going down in 25 minutes. Get ready"
The room went silent. They all just looked at one another. Victor made no move to answer Grand on the walky-talky.
"So what", Renfro broke the silence, "This doesn't change our plan. Get me 452 and make sure Clemente does not leave this plane alive." With that she rolled away.
After the door closed, Victor picked up the walky-talky to inform Grand.
"General Grand. Sounds like he did warn them. Director Renfro ordered to execute the plan without alteration. And she ordered to have Clemente executed before he attempts to leave the plane. Over." Victor reported.
"Roger. We capture 452. You contact the board staff and order Clementes execution. Make sure they do it quickly so Clemente doesn't have time again to tip them off. Over." Grands voice cracked through the speakers. Then there was silence. The conversation seemed to be over for him.
Victor turned to the soldiers standing next to him. "What channel is the one for the board-team?" He huffed to no one in particular.
"Channel 3, Sir." The youngest and most eager soldier answered. Victor nodded and turned the walky-talky channel to 3. He was slightly nervous and if he had been alone now, he would have taken a minute to figure out what exactly to say or to consider what could go wrong. But with the other soldiers around he didn't allow his nervousness to show. After all. He was 'their General Grand' if the real one wasn't around. He controlled his shaking hands and moved the walky-talky towards his mouth. Then he looked around the desk in front of him looking for something but not finding it there.
"Were the hell is the god damn sound-wave device" he yelled. "Or maybe I should just use the on-board speakers and announce it so everybody can listen." He yelled even louder. He cleared his throat. He didn't intent to sound so squeaky and nervous but he couldn't help himself. His gut told him that something would go awfully wrong. And he almost blew it himself by speaking to the board-staff without drowning out the sound-waves the contact would create – therefore tipping of the freaks himself. Get a grip soldier. He told himself after snatching the device from one of the soldiers.
After a deep breath, that he could not hold in – even though he tried he moved the walky-talky yet again towards his mouth and pressed the button that allowed him to speak.
"Team-2. Execute Clemente before he can leave the plane. Let the prey exit first then kill the traitor. I don't want any mistakes. Over." With that he ended the order. He dropped the intercom and the device and barked some orders to the others to get the video surveillance at the airport ready. Finally by himself he let out the breath he was holding.
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In the plane: (20 minutes prior to landing)
The soldiers on board, who were seated with Clemente in the front of the plane heard the order and then silence as their in-ear intercom went dead again. The order was clear. They were trained soldiers who learned how to handle themselves in situations like that. No flinching, no eye-contact with anyone of the team, not a move at all. They were trained well.
But they were no Manticore soldiers. No X5's who picked up on things most people wouldn't even notice if replayed again in slow-motion. They had been warned and trained on the behavior of Manticore soldiers.
But one soldier did sit up straighter. One tried to glance nonchalantly out of the window – but failed. And one soldier even flinched for a split second after first hearing Victors voice. They were all aware that they slipped big time but figured not one of the Manticore killing-machines had noticed. Not from that distance and not for that split second.
And none of them did. Logan was busy packing up his computer stuff. Alec was busy trying to avoid Moles glare. Max was really busy checking out the muscles in Logans arms as he lifted and shifted laptop, bags and stuff around. And Syl was busy ramming her elbow repeatedly in Max ribcage which ended in a sister-sister glaring competition.
They each were so wrapped up in their personal hormone and/or emotion driven self that they didn't notice Clementes – maybe even unintentional – warning. Nor did they notice the soldiers' reaction to Clementes upcoming execution. They were everything but focused on the mission. They may have signed two death-verdicts – theirs and Clementes – but they were just too busy to know. Maybe too human to know.
AN: Told ya it's short. But the in the next Chapter they will definitely land in Canada. Then you will all know where or how they end up. I wish I already knew. But it'll come. Patience in all things my friends.