A/N: This is where it begins to get interesting…
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Chapter 7: Weakness Gets You Killed
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Lydecker: You all right?
Logan: You shot me!
Lydecker: I told you to duck
-Logan and Lydecker (Designate This)
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'Got a criminal record
I can't cross state lines
First on the bad list
And you're last on mine
Lookin' for a scapegoat
Long past due'
-Nickelback (Where Do I Hide)
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The bikers were set up in an apartment a block away from Terminal City and they had paid the landlord for a month. Littered everywhere were empty take-away boxes and weaponry. The bikers were looking through newspapers, TV reports and sorting through guns. It was like they were preparing for war. They had ditched their bikes on orders from their leader but they all still wore leathers and denim.
The leader looked up when 3 females (one from the checkpoint,) and 1 male were let in by one of the other males in the room.
"Report" he ordered, looking back down at a map of the area.
One of the women spoke first. She had long black hair with bright red streaks running through it contrasting with her striking green eyes, "East side secure- it's pretty open and the cops are patrolling the fence." She moved into the little kitchen area to open the fridge and pull out a bottle of beer.
The leader nodded and looked to another woman with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. "North side secure- it's not as open but it's enough to bring the cops down on it. Lotta armoured cars and shit." She nodded at the previous woman and was rewarded with a bottle of beer being tossed to her. She caught it deftly, opened it and drank deeply.
Once again, the leader nodded.
"South side secure- no way in and a hell of a lot of protestors" The fair haired woman spoke with a smirk, "got themselves cornered all right." She moved to stand beside him, looking over the table covered with guns.
The leader sighed, "Typical. Always the same- told you before." He deftly dismantled one of the handguns.
One of the males- a big broad guy with grey eyes and dark brown hair that was spiked- the tips dyed blonde, looked up from the TV he was watching as he sprawled on a battered couch, "You should've told us sooner. We knew about everyone else- who lived, who died, but you didn't mention the one we really wanted to know about. That wasn't fair."
"Stop it" said the only other woman who hadn't talked. She continued to clean a gun as she sat at the table, not looking up at the others. She had long black hair tied up in a sleek ponytail and she had dark brown eyes, narrowed on the gun in her hands. She looked Korean. "You're letting your emotions rule your heads" she spoke emotionlessly, "wait until our objectives have been completed before you begin to fight amongst yourselves."
The guy glared, mumbled something and went back to watching the news stations.
"Chill, my friends" said the male that had entered with the women. He was tall, tanned with spiked black hair and dark eyes. "I've found us a possible break in the West side, but I couldn't get close enough to check it out. More importantly, I scored me some new shades because someone" he looked pointedly at the blonde woman, "keeps swiping mine."
"Fine!" the blonde rolled her eyes, "Here, take 'em back." She handed him another pair of shades and he put both his new pair and old pair in his pockets with a triumphant grin.
"If I'd known you'd get so emotional over a pair of shades, I wouldn't have taken them." The blonde grinned, "and besides, I stole myself a new pair."
The male glared, "So why the hell did you swipe mine? You're always doin' that!"
They began to bicker and the leader rolled his eyes, "Guys, quit it! We need to stay focused here!"
"I'd say we need to do more than that" said a male by the window, "we got cops coming up the fire escape and some more surrounding the building."
They all turned to look at their leader which was when the door was knocked off of it's hinges and several canisters emitting a yellow gas were thrown into the room with a clatter. The bikers grabbed their weapons just as the gas took effect making them fall to the ground unconscious. Cops piled into the room, armed to the teeth and wearing gas masks. One of them kicked the leader over onto his front.
"Load them into the vans quickly, they'll wake up soon." The cop who had spoken looked down at the leader. There, clear as day on the back of his neck, a barcode was reappearing.
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Back at Sandeman's old house, Erin stared at the TV screen, the spoonful of cereal frozen halfway to her mouth that remained open for a moment. Slowly, she lowered it to the table and placed it there carefully. The bowl and spoon were pushed carefully away from her before her head hit the table with an audible thump before repeating the process over and over again.
On the TV screen 2 vans were driven towards the west side of Terminal City, parking near the fence as the crowd began chanting even louder and throwing things over the police's heads, hitting the side of the vans.
"Eight transgenics were apprehended early this morning…" The newswoman was talking but Erin was no longer paying the screen any attention. Instead, she continued to hit her head against the table, swearing with each impact.
"Why did this have to start going wrong!" She wailed.
Transgenics had been captured. She knew, without a doubt that she couldn't leave them there to their fate. Crap. Erin had a very bad feeling, and that bad feeling was telling her that up until now, her life had been going too smoothly in this world, was too simple. That very bad feeling was telling her that all that was about to change. Her life was going to get complicated. Very complicated.
"Ain't that always the way?" Erin muttered to herself. With a sigh, she stopped banging her head on the table and stood up. It was time to get ready. It seemed that her little 'sneak into TC plan' had just turned into a rescue mission.
