Disclaimer: Yeah yeah, we've been through this! I don't own Dark Angel blah blah. Only this Fic and some made up characters (J.C. for example) are mine! So YEAH! No suing because well… I'm broke!

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:They're Back!:

As morning settled over the graffiti tagged Seattle, people began shuffling about lazily. Some reluctantly returned to work while others kicked back. Things were slowly returning to normal, and nobody had noticed a shady looking fellow as he stalked around in the shadows on the streets. The tall figure wore all black, as if he were some sort of grim reaper out to fill a death quota. His trench-coat billowed out behind him, his dark shades hiding his mysterious eyes. He looked like something right out of the Matrix, a pre-pulse sci-fi action film that had made a big impact on later films with their action sequences and dress code.

"Fe' nos'toll" He growled through his teeth in a menacingly low voice as he entered a dark alleyway.

"Fe' nos'toll" a voice replied from the shadows as a cloaked figure stepped from behind an overflowing dumpster.

"Do you have any information? The whereabouts of…" he took a deep breath, as if trying to calm an outrageous temper "her?" he managed to breathe out angrily.

"We have a shadow on her tail. Our source tells us she's just outside the gates of Terminal City. Of course, she is with Mr. Cale."

Removing his shades to reveal malicious amber eyes, the familiar known as Jason Conlie looked at the cloaked familiar. He was much shorter than J.C. and still adorned the ceremonial robe he'd been wearing on Christmas Eve when he and a small handful of his fellow cult members had escaped the hands of the transgenic scum that nearly wiped out thousands of years of careful and select breeding.

"She'll pay for this." J.C. growled as one hand pulled out a cell. "Call me if anything changes." With that, he put the shades on, ran a hand through the dark locks on the top of his head and walked back out into the streets. He had gone to the rendezvous point only because he was hoping they would have some decent information on 452. Nothing… Nothing helpful to him anyway. For the moment. 'Idiots' he thought as his hands disappeared into his pockets.

The old man stumbled through the streets, looking rather worn. His slacks were dirty, his sweater looked like a mere scrap, and his once green jacket looked several sized too big for the scrawny man. A gray beard and mustache hung from his chin, scraggly silver hair stuck out from under an old winter cap. He coughed, blue eyes gazing around tiredly. He was tired, and hungry… But he had to keep moving.

It just happened one day, while the old man was strolling through a city in Oregon. A television inside a window had caught his eye. The reporter on the screen interviewed a strange looking dog-faced man in front of a large building. Was that…? No… Couldn't be… Could it? As he watched the screen, he then saw a beautiful young woman standing along side the large dog, man. They were introducing an… Art museum? A museum of transgenic art. Fascinating…

That was when the old man started his long walk to Seattle. He had to find them. Joshua, and the transgenic 452… The special 452.

Now, as the old man collapsed, nobody gave him a second look. It was just some homeless guy. They weren't uncommon to see, drunk and lazing about begging for money. He just groaned and pushed himself up, he'd surely get stepped on out here. On tired, weak legs, he made his way into an alley where he crouched behind a few canisters filled with trash. "fe nos'toll" he heard two people greet each other the way the familiars did. He gasped, eyes wide. They obviously had no idea he was here… He listened. 452? Outside Terminal City? Cale? What did this all mean? Was he near them? 452 and Joshua?

He didn't really have time to think too deeply on the subject before his body and mind shut down on him. '452… I'm coming.' Those were his last thoughts before he drifted off into a deep sleep, his tired old bones finally getting a rest from the long and tiresome journey to Washington on foot.

AN: Gee, sorry it's so short. I couldn't come up with much. I'm tired and… well… yeah! Besides, I just wanted to introduce the new bad guy so you people don't just think that this is an all Max/Logan story with no bad guys… Even though I promised bad guys and… Yeah. Anyway… SORRY its short! But tell me what you think of the new bad guy and the new………….. Old guy??

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