A/N: For those of you who don't know, flashbacks of what has happened in this story and in Dark Angel etc are shown as normal text but with Flashback before and after them. Dreams and memories of dreams are shown with the same Flashback before and after them but are also in italics.
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Chapter 5: Making A Difference
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'Tough. I'm gonna have a hot bath. His weed's gonna have to chill. I mean, we stole the power first- it belongs to us.'
-Max (Red)
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'No need to wonder why
Sometimes a gift like this you can't deny
-Michelle Branch (You Set Me Free)
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Erin had hit jackpot. No doubt about it. Before her stood row after row of what could only be called transgenic heaven, and it had only been protected by two large padlocks and a 15 foot high fence. Piece of cake. Erin looked around her in awe before grinning. Time for a little shopping spree…
flashback
Erin sat for hours in the shadow of a building, eyes on the checkpoint before her. Despite the lateness of the hour, it was still pretty busy. People were trying to beat the even busier traffic in the daytime, and were queuing up to leave the city. Some because of the transgenics, some just for business reasons. However, there were only a few people trying to actually enter the city and that was bad for Erin and the reason why she had sat for what seemed like forever, in the freezing cold, trying to make a bag of pretzels last her all night. The pretzels had been finished in 10 minutes.
She suddenly straightened when she saw a beaten up rusty red car pull up to the check point. Its occupants, from what she could make out, didn't look like the sort to be trusted. This was the kind of thing she needed. Just like she thought, when the cops searched the car, they found a couple of guns. If Erin knew anything about guns, she'd call them Semi-automatic but she didn't, so she just called them dangerous. The guys in the car openly bribed the cops and left, leaving the cops with the guns as souvenirs. This was what Erin had been waiting for. Pulling something from the backpack, she settled down to wait a bit more.
A little while later, some other cops came to switch shifts. The two cops took the confiscated goods and left in a car. Erin stood up quickly, wincing as the blood rushed back into her stiff legs.
Erin had already stolen a skateboard from a stoned skater in the skate park (had to have the necessities,) so after running in the shadows to keep up with them, when they stopped at some traffic lights she got on the board which she'd taken from the backpack, grabbed onto the back of the car by the bumper and hung on for dear life. Erin loved to skate back home and she missed her blades and her board like missing an arm. She wasn't what some might call a skater punk or (in Erin's home town) a Greebo- she didn't dress to go with the label. However, thanks to having brothers to hang around with, she considered a board and her blades as necessary transport for short distances.
She grinned as they began to move again. She'd seen this in a movie once and thought it looked cool. It definitely was until she had some close calls with potholes in the road. Keeping down low so it was harder for them to see her, Erin held on tightly as they drove through Seattle- they were heading for the docks. The area was a dump, just like the rest of the city.
A tall chain link fence surrounded the old warehouses that the cops were going to. The place was poorly lit so Erin couldn't tell how many warehouses there actually was within the fence.
When the cops pulled up to the gate to let them in, Erin grabbed her board and ran- looking for another way in. It took her a few minutes but she found one near the waterfront- a large hole in the fence covered with old crates and boxes. Covering the board with some boxes, Erin crept in.
End flashback
Erin had seen the cops leave one of the warehouses so she went to have a look in that one first. At first, she couldn't make out what she was seeing. The lighting was poor and shadows covered a lot of the giant room with darkness making it seem eerie and dangerous. Erin swallowed audibly before moving further into the room, keeping a look out for cops and straining her ears for any movement. Eventually, her eyes began to make out what it was she was seeing. She froze as she took in the sight. Her plan had paid off big time. That was why she was now stood looking at what was the equivalent of a supermarket, full of confiscated goods. It was amazing! Row after row of… well, everything! There were TVs, hi-fi systems, computers, clothing, weapons, gas, what looked like drugs, and even food! More precisely sweets.
Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Erin began to look for the things that she came for.
She got two cans of gas, tying them together with some rope she'd found so she could put them over her shoulder. They were pretty heavy but they weren't gonna stop her from getting everything else that she wanted. She found the cigars in the drug section. Erin couldn't help walking into the food section to look for something else to eat. She found some fruit, some cereal, and some tinned stuff which were loaded into the empty bag. Some chocolate and several packs of gum were put in her pockets and several grenades from the weapons section were also put into the large backpack she'd brought with her. Next, she wandered into the clothing section, finding a few pairs of new jeans that looked like they'd fit her, a few tank tops and some underwear. Erin paused to think if there was anything else that she might need. Nope, she couldn't think of anything else she'd need if she planned on making a move the following morning. Still smiling, Erin lifted the backpack and gas onto both shoulders, shrugged to herself as she crept back out being very mindful of the fact that she carried grenades in the bag on one of her shoulders. Whatever helped the cause.
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At the same checkpoint that Erin had staked out before, a gang of 8 bikers pulled up to the barrier. All were dressed in denim and black leather, but only some were wearing helmets. When one the cops stopped them at the barrier, the leader- a male wearing a plain black helmet, knocked the guy out with a solid punch to the jaw before the guy could even open his mouth to ask for papers.
A female with fair hair and striking blue eyes, pulled a gun on the second cop before he could pull his own. "Barrier" she barked at him, her voice a deep purr, "now."
The cop nodded dumbly and did as he was told, fumbling with the simple device before finally managing to open it. The woman smiled as the other 7 bikers rode through, and she winked at the cop as they entered the city of Seattle, entering the city limits with the deep roar of motorcycle engines and dust trailing in their wake. Frowning, the woman stopped as if remembering something, turned back to the cop still holding the barrier and punched him in the face. She laughed as he crumpled to the floor, before she drove off to catch up with the others. They had arrived.
