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REVIEWERS:
qwerty: You know, you're right. It does seem like a sequel doesn't it? It is part two anyway. I forgot to mention that. LOL No, Amadillo is still the leader of the lycans; but maybe that will change.
Gflea: Don't worry I love happy endings! I was in a bad mood when I was writing that chapter. This one will be happier. One of the resons I loved Dark Angel is because it could be depressing but then be so funny you felt better right away. I hope I can recreate that in this story.
astacia: I always wondered about it too. I was hoping to explain a little of why Max brushes most people off. Glad you like Sonja.
Arekanderu: Thank you for the advice. I'll work on that stuff. Although, I don't really see your point on the angst part. Especially after the last chapter. But I kind of suck at angst, so if that's what you're looking for, you might want to read something else. I know those shows and the movie are all based on angst, and I'm not trying to be ignorant here; but this is MY story.Not Whedons' or Camerons' or whoever came up with Underworld. I'm just borrowing thier charachters.
Ch. 22 Motorcycles and Moves
Seattle2015
Max stuffed the money from the safe into her bag. She bit her lip as she shut it and then carefully slid underneath the laser beam she'd revealed with hairspray.
She crept to the window of the office and slipped out. Going out the window, she climbed back up to the roof and hopped over to the next building. This was the largest job she'd ever pulled. She'd have enough money to live on for awhile.
In the six years since Ashley and Cara had been killed, Max had done her share of odd jobs; but most of her money came from stealing. Her backpack now contained about seven thousand dolllars.
Max had decided the pulse was the best thing that could have happened. She was able to make a living and evade Manticore.
She sighed and climbed swiftly down the outside of the building. She was hungry. Good thing she had money. It was eay for her to slip past the sector police; but she really wanted a sector pass. It was so much of a hassle to have to sneak everywhere she went.
It sucked not having a home to go to either. Ashley had been right about that. She cringed. 'No think about something other than Ashley and Cara.' Other than how Ashleys' blood had been pooled around her on the floor, and how cold her surrogate sisters' leg had been to the touch.
Max angrily swiped tears from her face. "Stop it!" She snapped at herself. "Crying won't bring them back!"
She looked at the watch she had bought a few months before. She had two hours to get some food and go back to the shelter for a change of clothes before she had to go to work. She'd got a weeks employment working nights to fix up stolen motorcycles and cars. It payed well enough, she just needed a spot to hide her newly earned dough. She didn't want to take it to work; but she knew that anything left at the shelter would most likely be gone through. Where would she be if some jerk stole her money?
Sonja
Sonja sighed. She hated LA. It had been her home all of her life; but she really hated it. She wanted to go out and find somewhere else to live.
She'd been working for Angel for quite some time now, and living in the Hyperion. He had sufficient money to keep it up and it hadn't changed a whole lot.
The benefits were great though. She had a class one sector pass, which meant she could go anywhere she liked, because Angel had a friend on the force. She also had money all the time,and her own car.
But she was bored. She'd gladly give it all up for just a little bit of fun. She was tired of chasing old ones and demons all the time. She liked helping people; but killing vampires and demons was getting boring.
Her parents had gone back to Budapest. Amadillo had been seriously injured, and her father was needed at the mansion. She'd declined going. She missed her parents; but it wasn't like they were gone forever. Plus now that they were in another country she sure as hell got away with more.
Angel liked to ask her why she had refused to go to Budapest if she hated LA so much.
She liked to respond with a "Fuck you, brood boy!" Something she never would have escaped punishment for if her parents were around, reguardless of how old she was. She just wanted to leave LA, not the whole country.
"Sonja."
"Yeah?" She sighed. Angel had a knack of finding her when she was ensconed in the very activity that she liked to tease him so much for.
"Not brooding again, are we?" He asked, mercilessly teasing her. (For which she couldn't blame him in the least as she did the same to him on a regular basis.)
"Of course not, gel king!" She replied sweetly. "Does your highness think someone like me smart enough to brood?"
He actually looked surprised at the acid in her tone. "Hey, I was just kidding." He said softly.
"So was I." She returned quietly, staring out over LA. The view from the roof of the Hyperion was not as nice as it once had been. Now most places wers covered in refuse and graffiti.
"You wanna get out of LA?"
She looked up. "For real?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I've got a friend living up in Seattle that needs someone who's got muscle. "
"And you're gonna let me go?"
"Sure. I owe this guy a favor. He works on the police force up there. I had Fred make you up some fake credentials. You're gonna transfer."
Sonja smiled happily.
"Seattle's not much different than here." He told her.
"Yeah well, at least they have the space needle right?"
He laughed. "Yeah."
Max sighed. She was eyeing a beautiful jet black motorcycle that she has just shined to perfection.
"Like that, honey?" Asked the man she was working for. His name was Phil.
"Yeah. It's nice."
"Tell you what, I might be able to pick one of these babies up just for you. But it'll cost ya."
Max jumped when he grabbed her ass.
Before he knew it, her boss was on the floor with Maxs' dirty shoe on his chest. "Tell YOU what," she said calmly looking down at him. Everyone else was watching with interest. "give me this bike, never touch me again, and I won't be forced to rip out your ribcage and wear it as a hat."
The terrified Phil nodded, his piggy eyes as wide as they would go.
She let him up and he hastily got the keys to the motorcycle and threw them to her.
"Sweet." Max said. But then her face fell. She'd never be able to get past the sector police with a motorcycle. Oh well, she'd just have to improvise.
"You need a sector pass huh?" Asked a kid with light blonde hair.
She nodded.
"Look, I know this place it's called Jam Pony. It's a messenger service. It's not a great job and the boss is a jerk; but you get paid and you get a sector pass."
"Really?"
"Yeah, here's the address." He wrote it down on a piece of paper.
"Thanks!" Max smiled. Maybe now she could get a place to live, well if she got the job. But how hard would delivering packages be?
The next day she went to the bustling buisness that was Jam Pony. The boss was pretty indifferent to her; but decided to give her a day to try out.
He told her to come back the next day and he would have a temporary sector pass and a bike for her.
Max was about to leave when she saw a young black girl about to fall over on her bike due to a bunch of guys play fighting.
Max ran over and caught her.
"Hey thanks. A girl could get trampled with all the testosterone in here!" The las bit was shouted at the two guys who shrank away apologising.
"Sorry Cind."
She turned back to Max. "Hi I'm Original Cindy." She held out a perfectly manicured hand.
Max shook it. "I'm Max."
"Did you get a job here?"
"I got a tryout day."
"Well, just make sure you get a signature for every package, and you'll probably get the job." Said Cindy. "Normal's not too friendly; but he's fair."
"Thanks." Max said.
"Hey, if you need help tomorrow, let me know. Sista girl will help you out."
"Hey Cindy, you haven't introduced me to your friend." A skinny kid rode up on a rusty bike.
"I just met her, fool." Cindy snapped back. "Max, this is Sketchy, otherwise known as fool. Fool this is Max."
Max giggled. "Hi Sketchy."
He nodded to her, apparently used to CIndys' teasing and Normal shouted at them to get back to work and stop oggling the new girl.
Max took her opportunity to say goodbye to her new friends, saying sher had to get going anyway. She could feel a siezure coming along and she needed to go take her tryptophan.
She hurried to the shelter and found her locker had been rifled. Luckily there'd been nothing of importance inside. She sighed and emptied it. Today she was looking for permanent lodgings.
AN: So sorry about the quality of this chapter. I really suck at transitional material. I do know where I want to go with this, so I promise it won't all suck. I'm going to be skipping ahead soon, becuae there is only so much I can write about this period before it'll get really tedious.