Disclaimer: The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Alec, Biggs, Renfro, etc.), and everything else that has to do with the show belong to their respective owners, not to me. No money is being made off of this fic. I only own the original characters (Sasha/X5-121, etc.).

Notes: Spoiler-ish stuff for "Designate This."

494 lay back on his bunk for several moments in the dark late the next night before he sighed irritably and got up and left his cell. He walked through the facility until he reached the library. He went inside and to his surprise saw 849 sitting at a table. He took a seat next to her. "How's it going?"

"I don't know, it's kind of up in the air at this point," 849 said. "511 did get me pregnant last night so we didn't copulate tonight, but then again I am pregnant by the boyfriend of one of my best friends. I should just be happy at this point that 121 and I are still friends." She sighed. "I'm sorry that I'm dumping all of this on you, 494."

"It's okay. I don't mind at all," 494 said. "It helps me take my mind off of my night."

"How has it gone so far?" 849 asked. "I didn't get a chance to ask you about it earlier today."

"Oh, the first night was a blast," 494 said sarcastically. "She didn't have a clue that she'd even been put into the breeding program so when I told her what was going on, she kicked me across the cell. I left her alone for a few minutes, but I tried every so often to get her to change her mind. To say the least, she refused." He paused thoughtfully. "I think she threatened to harm my genitals at least five times over the length of my stay in her cell last night."

"Yikes," 849 said. "I've got to give her some credit, though, for not having the life sucked out of her so far when she's been in Psy Ops."

"I don't know about that. I think that having a little of that spunk taken out of her might be doing the whole world a favor," 494 countered.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say that tonight went about as well," 849 said.

"You could say that," 494 said.

"I'd have to agree."

494 looked up at the person that had just spoken. Just what I needed tonight. Again.

494 had just reached his cell when he stopped and shook his head. "Damn watch." He sighed and turned around and headed back towards 452's cell. He was getting close when he heard 452—Max as she'd ever-so-graciously told him earlier—'s voice again.

"We've got one piece of the puzzle down. Now we've got to find the rest and put 'em together." There was a brief pause. "Do you know if Zack's cell has security cameras in it?"

Zack? Who the…oh yeah, I heard that was the name that 599 has been going by, 494 recalled.

"I'm not sure. The hallways in that wing do, but as far as the individual rooms? I don't know yet. Communicating with him is going to be the trickiest part of the whole business. I have a feeling that once we establish communication, the actual getting you two out of Manticore again will be easier."

494 blinked in shock. 405? What is she doing in Max's cell and why the fuck would she be wanting to help Max and 599 escape? I know that girl isn't stupid, so what the hell is going on here? He mentally shook his head and tried to pay attention to Max's and 405's conversation again.

"…he's in a situation where if what he's doing backfires, not only would he be responsible for your possible death or extended vacation in Psy Ops, but he'd also be responsible for the loss of hundreds, maybe even thousands of lives."

"You're right," Max said. "You know, that sounds like something that would come right out of Zack's mouth. You're a lot like him."

"Maybe it's a C.O. thing."

And maybe I should find out what is going on. 494 stepped up to the open door of Max's cell and stood there arrogantly. "Am I interrupting something, ladies?"

"Did anybody ever tell you that it was rude to eavesdrop on somebody?" 494 said.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black if I've ever heard it," she replied.

849 looked back and forth between 405 and 494. "Did I miss something?"

"You missed something, all right," 494 said dryly. "Didn't she, 405?"

"Gee, I thought that we were on a first name basis now, Alec," she said.

"I left my watch in here. Funny to find you in here, 405."

"We're old friends. What do you want, 494?"

"Alec. I named him Alec."

"Alec?" 849 repeated.

"According to 452—excuse me, Max—that would be my name," Alec admitted. "Did she give you your name too, sweetheart, or did you actually come up with it on your own?" He ignored the death glare that 405 was giving him.

"She has a name too?" 849 said.

"Oh yeah," 494 said.

"Hey, cool your jets, 405."

"The name's Becky."