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SUMMARY: ATTHE END OF "AND JESUS BOUGHT A CASSEROLE" OUR FAVORITE SHE-RO X5- 452 OR ALSO KNOWN AS MAX IS CAPTURED. NOT COMPLETEING THE MISSION, THE D.N.A. LAB IS STILL INTACT, AND SHE GETS SHOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CHEST. ZACK, SYL, KRIT, LOGAN, AND LYDECKER ESCAPED. SHE DIDN'T, THIS IS HER STORY...
Chapter: 15
"Hello?" said a male voice.
"Yo wheels, whats crackalakin home skillet?" said a female on the other line.
"Hey O.C. Whats up? Is it Sketchy?"
"No, boo, nothin' wrong wit your man. Although he is walkin' a little funny. Anyway, guess who I heard from last night?"
"Uhhhh, your lickety boo," he said.
"No, and don't say that again, you make it sound...white. I heard from Max."
Nothing could be heard from the other line. A minute passed before either of them said anything.
"Hello...Logan...you there."
"Yeah," he said in a scratchy voice, "I'm here. Are you sure it was her."
"No fool, I was dreaming. Of course it was her. I think I would reconize my boo's voice."
"Well when is she going to be here? Is she in trouble? Where is she?"
"Hold on, hold on. She's on a mission right now."
"You mean, she's one of them."
"No, at least, I don't think so. She sounded normal. She said she can stop by once her mission is over."
"I hope she's okay.
As soon as they parked, Ben walked over to talk to her.
"Hey." He said.
She looked over at him and started to talk.
"No, Ben. I already told you, when we are at a facility, we go back to soldier mode. Me as your C.O. I don't want to tell you that again."
He bowed his head.
"Sorry, ma'am."
She looked around, seeing no-one in site, except for the boy, she responded.
"Its okay, Ben. We just have to be careful. What did you want."
"The kid wants in. He wants to be free."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Send him this way, I'll talk to him, and see what we can do."
"Yes, ma'am."
He walked away. As she was getting everything ready, she sensed that the boy had moved to her. She turned around and looked at him.
'Guess he does know how to get what he wants.' She thought.
"So, 493 tells me that you want out. Is that correct, 252?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, it is going to take a lot more then you standing at attention, without being told, to get it. But I will allow a transfer back to the Seattle Facility. But sense we are not going there, for some time, you will be allowed to travel with us. Do not make me regret this, 252."
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you ma'am."
"Very good. 493, get him situated. I want the transfer papers, before we leave."
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am."
She turned back around, and finished gathering her things together. All three of the transgenics, walked into the compound. It was deserted. No one was in site.
'Thank the blue lady, that they have toilets.'
452, found her way to the main control unit. Pressing a row of buttons, she let out the current transgenics. Another buttoned pressed, and her voice was heard over the intercom.
"All transgenics. Meet in the training yard."
Then she cut it off. As she was walking out, she heard the stomp of every trangenic. A tear ran down her face, before she could blink it away. Standing in front of all of these trangenics, made her want to finish this mission even more.
"Who the hell are you?" said a male voice in the crowd.
"Who said that," said 493. "I you don't come foward right now, I will have every one of you in Psy-ops.
"That is enough," she said. "Who ever said that come to the front."
A white male, came throught the crowd. With black hair and and brown eyes he stood at 5' 10.
"I said it," he growled. "Now, who the hell are you."
"I am Special Operaton Commanding Officer, 452."
"Impossible. The would never make a filthy 09er of C.O. Maybe of the anomolies, but nothing else. Get out of my site you trash."
"493, take care of him."
Ben stepped up, while the male sneered at him.
"Another piece of shit. You cannot contend with me. I have eleven years of training on you."
"Then I should be no problem."
The other male eyes glazed over, before he blurred forward. He threw a punch at him face. Ben blocked his fist with his arm, then grabbed his arm, and twisted it to the side. He then aimed a punch to his ribs. Then grabbed his neck, brought it down, then punched it. He threw him to the ground, and put his knee to his neck.
"Very good, 493. Let him up."
493, let the him up, but kept a hold of his hands. Ben turned him so that he was faced her.
"Now what do you have to say."
"Fuck you."
She looked at him, before grabbing his head, and lifting it up.
"What did you say to me."
"I said fuck..."
But that was all that he got out as a slap reached his mouth.
"I would suggest not to use that kind of language, with me."
"Go to hell, bitch. And take you lapdogs with you."
She turned to the crowd.
"Is this the kind of greeting I am expected to get."
She turned around again, and pressed on his ribs. He looked at her with pain in his eyes.
"Now what do you need to say."
"Fuck you."
She picked up her foot, and placed it on his chest.
"One more time, what do I want to hear."
"Fuck you, bitch."
"You know 493, he is more idiotic then 510, isn't he."
"Yes, ma'am, he is."
"Would you care to whisper in his ear what happened to those who disrespect me."
"Yes, ma'am."
He leaned close to the other transgenic, and whispered in his ear. Once he was done, the other boy started to thrash around. Fear evident in his eyes.
"Now, what do you say."
The boy looked around at all the faces, and said in a clear voice.
"Fuck you 09er."
She looked at him, then picked up her foot once again, and let it fly swiftly to its target. With a high pitched scream, and a bunch of 'ooooooohhhhhhhhsss' she let him fall back.
"That wasn't what I wanted to here. Now what do you say."
"F-F-Fuck..."
Before he could finish she let another one fly. Twice she had kicked him in the family jewels, and twice he had screamed.
"One more chance, and then I might think that something is wrong with you. I might have this transgenic 252, take a look at you. Who knows you might have prostate cancer."
With that said he started to struggle even more. She grabbed his chin, and forced it upwords.
"What do you say for yourself. Doesn't have to be loud."
"Sorry, ma'am."
"Let him go, 493."
He let him fall. Once he was back up, he walked slowly back to his place.
"Oh yes, I forgot. State your designation."
He glared at her, and looked about to refuse, but someone beat him to it.
"I believe, she asked you a question," said 252, with a big grin on his face.
He flushed before stuttering out.
"X-5 133, ma'am."
"Very well, 133. Now," she continued, "that 133 has remembered his proper place, we will get started. I want all the X5's to remain here. All X6's and X7's are to report to training area 10. Once that is complete, wait there for futher instructed. You are dismissed."
She heard the snap of boots, and saw them stomping off.
'This group of transgenics is going to be hard, escpecially 133. Damn, I wish Zack were here.'
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