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Chapter 4

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A/N: First I'd like to apologize for the wait in between chapters, school has been chaotic and then I was involved with a play, and now a musical, then I had exams. So it's officially exam week and now I finally have time to update. Okay, I have to thank everyone who has reviewed so far, so thank you all, they mean so much to me you have no idea. And for those who have read my story and haven't reviewed, I beg you please review, I want to know what you think. So now on with the story.

Sighing inwardly, she buried her fear deep inside, and faced her worst enemy. Everything bad that had happened to her had been his fault, it was his fault that Logan was dead. It was his fault that she was throwing herself into the lion's den and it was his fault that she might have destroyed the confidence of the one person she still trusted. She had once had it all, freedom, someone to love and who loved her, and she was throwing it all away. It almost made her want to turn around, walk back inside and forget any of this business had ever happened.

But it wasn't that easy, she had made herself promise that she wasn't going to avoid the situation at hand. White still waited patiently on the other side of his fence, but she could see by the way that he kept shifting his weight, that his patience was slowly waning. The open fence waited and all she had to do was set one foot on the other side and her life would be forfeit. It was her life, the only life she had, and she was throwing it all away for the sake of others.

He was watching her from the other side, and she reluctantly met his eyes. Those deep pools of blue were the last thing that she remembered, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, "You promised."

She dimly heard him say, "I lied."

Then she had the feeling as though she was stepping outside of her body looking on, at a life that wasn't hers. White watched as she crumpled to the ground a smile of satisfaction playing across his lips. He hadn't thought that the tranquilizer dart would work that fast, but it had been strong, enough to knock her out for 8 hours at the least. Strong enough to kill the average human, he had seen that first hand.

He motioned for his men to move forward, while placing 452 in handcuffs. He almost laughed at the simplicity of it all, he hadn't even had to do anything. Place his men outside her garden gate, intimidation tactics as he liked to think of them, and she caved in, no fuss, no muss, just victory. It hadn't pained him at all to lie to her, it never did, god knew that he had done it plenty of times to Wendy, and every time it just got easier. He didn't stay around to watch the fun, the shooting would begin once the rest of the transgenic scum realized that their borders had been breached. The would surge forward, with their supply of guns and try to beat his men off, but his men weren't so easily defeated.

His men had orders to search and destroy, a little prehistoric yes, but still it was a tactic that had been known to work in past experiences. Approval was seen on his face as the bright glow of fire was seen shining on the wet pavement. Terminal City would be burned to the ground before daylight, and a new day would dawn. The transgenics who weren't killed would be captured and experimented on, then in all likelihood killed afterwards. 452 was the only exception, he would bring her to Conclave headquarters, where his superiors wanted more than a few words with her.

With any luck the transgenic problem would be taken care of by the end of the week, and with more luck, by that time, not one transgenic would roam free through the streets of Seattle, or anywhere for that matter. At least that was his plan, but if it worked, then that remained to be seen. Picking up the unconscious transgenic at his feet, he threw her into the backseat of a waiting car. A steel cage had been bolted to the frame of the car between the front and the back seat. If not only for his protection, then for hers, all he need was for the drugs to wear off prematurely and for her to go wild and hurt herself, his superiors would be none to happy.

Glancing back into his rearview mirror, he saw thick columns of smoke winding their way through the sky up above. The rain would slowly put out the fires, but the blowing wind would fuel them beyond the point of control. They were less then a hundred feet away when an explosion sounded behind them, rocking the ground and the city around them. He could tell at that moment that there was no hope for the men that had been inside. He didn't know what had caused the explosion, and he didn't care, it only made his life easier, less of the scum to worry about.

The sky grew increasingly bright as he drove well into the morning, when he was just outside San Francisco, he heard a moan from the back seat. Glancing over his right shoulder he saw his acquisition had awakened from her drug induced unconsciousness. "How the mighty have fallen." He voiced towards her.

Looking up at him from behind the steel curtain, she gave him the best glare she could under the circumstances. Her eyes were unfocused and her head felt like she had been run over by a semi, but other than her head, her body felt fine, which surprised her the most. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of answering him back so she buried her head in the headrest of the seat, hoping to drown away the emotional pain she felt.

Leaning her head back and glancing through the rear windshield she saw nothing but bright morning blue sky, she could tell for sure that they were no where near the rainy mess and darkness that was Seattle in summer. Pulling on the handcuffs, she hoped to at least make them budge. "Reinforced steel, even someone like you couldn't break them." she heard from the front seat.

Mumbling under her breath Max said, "Leave it to you," Raising up her head she stared straight through the front windshield through the metal cage. It was then that she noticed her leather jacket was no where to be found. Looking up she noticed White looking back at her, "Take a picture it lasts longer," she said nastily.

"I see the drugs haven't blunted your tongue." he replied.

"And I see time hasn't made you any less ugly, but other than that, I have nothing to say to you, and I could care less about what you have to say, so as far as I'm concerned this conversation is over." That sentence alone had made her ever-persistent headache even worse, and because of it she lapsed into silence. She shivered in reaction to the cool air that reached her through the driver side front window. Groaning, she tried to shrink into herself to avoid it, pushing as far back into the seat as she could.

Dozing off Max awoke when she felt the car shudder beneath her. She was thrown forward off the seat and onto the floor. Hitting her head on the metal cage, she felt blood trickling down from her eyebrow into her eye, blinding her. There was a screech, then the sound of twisting metal, then the sound of shattering glass, then the bright blue sky and then nothing, only darkness.

A/N: Okay, another chapter down, you know the routine. Kind of a corny ending I know but it was the only thing that I could think of that would plausibly lead into the next chapter. Suffering from a minimal case of writers block at the moment, at least to get where I wanted for this next chapter. It kind of came out in this chapter but hopefully by next chapter I'll be all recovered.