Disclaimer: All of the characters that appeared on the TV show Dark Angel (Max, Zack, Logan, etc.) belong to their respective owners, not to me. No money is being made off of this fic. I only own the original characters (Becky/X6-405, etc.).

"I love having a day off," Max said to Original Cindy as they sat in a coffee shop having an early lunch. "Not having to listen to Normal breathing down our necks is one of life's great pleasures."

"I hear that," Original Cindy said. "Where's Becky?"

"If she's up by now, she's probably working on getting that pirated satellite setup working," Max said.

"If she's up by now? You mean she actually needs sleep?" Original Cindy said. "All I know is that when she was crashing with us, I'd wake up at seven-thirty in the morning and there'd the two of you be in the kitchen, drinking coffee and talkin' like it was the middle of the day already."

"Becky needs sleep, but not nearly as much as you do," Max said. "She told me that she usually sleeps every night, but only for about two hours a night. Though last night she didn't get to sleep and finally got into bed around seven this morning, so she'll probably sleep longer than that. It's eleven-thirty now, so she should be up."

"She doesn't seem the type to be partying until morning," Original Cindy said.

"She's not," Max said. "I think she was just feeling a little restless last night and went riding around on her bike. She probably just wanted to clear her head."

"The girl's got some issues," Original Cindy.

"Name one person from Manticore who doesn't," Max remarked. Her beeper went off. She looked at the number. "It's Logan. Do you mind?"

"No, go ahead," Original Cindy said.

"Thanks," Max said. She took out her cell phone and dialed Logan's number. "What's going on?"

"I've picked up some hoverdrone footage from sector 2, near the industrial park area," Logan said. "White's set up camp in the abandoned warehouse the next block over. The footage I pulled showed White pulling up with some captured transgenics."

"How many?" Max asked.

"Five. I'm guessing it's two X5s and three X6s," Logan said.

"I'm on my way," Max said. "I've gotta go."

"I'll take care of lunch today," Original Cindy said.

"Thanks," Max said. "I'll pay you back later." She raced out of the coffee shop and headed right to Logan's.

"Max," Logan said when Max walked into the penthouse. "Glad you're here."

"Show me the footage," Max said.

Logan nodded and began typing. "I was looking over hovercam footage for evidence for a tip that I received from one of my informants about some policemen who were dealing drugs when I found this." He pointed to a window that popped open on his monitor and watched with Max as White and several other agents escorted a young man and young woman about Max's age and two teenage girls and a teenage boy, all of whom looked drugged and out of it, into the warehouse handcuffed and at gunpoint.

"Can you zoom in and try to pick up barcode numbers?" Max asked. "Those older transgenics look familiar, but I can't place them right now."

"I can try," Logan said. He typed in some commands on the keyboard. "Zoom in...clean up the resolution...there we go." He played the video from the beginning, this time zooming in on the older transgenics' barcodes.

Max paled. "Oh my God."

"What?" Logan asked, concerned.

"It's Zane and Jondy," Max said. She paused. "Logan, can you try to pick up the barcodes on the X6s?"

"You want to see if they're part of Becky's family?" Logan guessed. Max nodded and Logan went back to work. "Here we go. 392, 773, 691."

"Those are three of Becky's siblings, all right," Max said.

"Is White setting up a trap?" Logan wondered. "Does he know Becky's in Seattle?"

"If it is a trap, it's not for Becky," Max said, shaking her head. "When she and I bailed Alec and those kids out from White last month, the only one that White saw was me."

"When he told you about those files he'd found about you," Logan said. "So he's setting up a trap for you."

"Damn, Logan, do you always have to be so pessimistic?" Max snapped.

"So what?" Logan said. "This is dangerous."

"Duh," Max said. "But I have to get Zane and Jondy and Becky's sibs out of there. Even if this is a trap and we have no way of proving if it is one or not yet, there's no way I'm not going to try to get them away from White."

"Max..." Logan said. "Going in to rescue them by yourself is near suicide."

"I know," Max said. "That's why I won't be going to rescue them alone." She whipped her cell phone out and dialed Zack's contact number. "Zack, it's me. Logan picked up some hoverdrone footage of White with some captured X-series, including Zane and Jondy. He got the footage a few minutes ago, but I don't know exactly when White got them. Three other X-series, all X6s. Becky's siblings 392, 773, and 691. How far away from Seattle are you? I will." She disconnected and turned back to Logan. "I've got to call Becky. Try to see if you can get any audio on that." She dialed Becky's number and waited for her to pick it up.

"Stupid connection...almost...there we go," Becky said triumphantly. She put her tool down and turned on her TV. "Phew, it works." She got up and went into the kitchen to get a snack when her cell phone rang. "Yeah?"

"Becky, it's me," Max said. "We've got a problem."

"What is it?" Becky said, immediately all business.

"Logan picked up hoverdrone footage," Max said. "White grabbed five of us, two X5s and three X6s. I IDed the X5s and my brother Zane and my sister Jondy." She hesitated a little. "We saw the barcodes on the X6s, too. It's 392, 691, and 773."

"I'm on my way," Becky said. She disconnected, grabbed her jacket, and was out the door.

TBC