Disclaimer: The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Max, Zack, Logan, 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 (Becky/X6-405, etc.).

"You all ready to get some recon done?" Becky asked Maggie, Jeff, and Alec as they walked out of the safe house that they left Max and Zack at.

"Ready and willing," Maggie said.

"What does 662 look like?" Alec asked.

"She's only about 5'1", black hair, fair skin, and her eyes look a little Oriental," Maggie said. "When I saw her, she was wearing blue jeans, a red shirt, and a gray jacket. I didn't see anything visible to suggest any sort of cybernetic enhancements, but the ones that she we know that she does have, like the chip, are all internal. I didn't see anything else that would be considered distinguishing, like a tattoo, just the barcode. You guys know her barcode number, right?"

Jeff nodded. "Yeah, we both know it. Where should we start looking?"

"Jeff, head south and start covering that area of the city. Alec, go head east. Maggie, go cover the west portion of the city and I'll start close to where Maggie saw her earlier and work my way north," Becky said. "Call either or both me and Zack and Max if you spot her and if you do, continue tracking her and at least one more of the four of us will join you."

"Stop her if we spot her trying to carry out her mission, right?" Maggie said.

"Right," Becky said. "The chances of us catching 662 in action are fairly minimal since a: both Max and Zack are in a safe location right now and b: none of their brothers and sisters that are on 662's hit list are near Seattle."

"So the only one she has a chance at is Lydecker and that's only if he's in Seattle," Alec said. "I didn't see nearly as much of him as you and Maggie have, but from what I remember of him, he goes by his own book. He wouldn't want to stick too close to the proverbial scene of the crime unless he has a reason to or if he feels that it's safe. When was the last time that Max said that Lydecker was in Seattle? When he was helping her and Zack and Krit and Syl plan the raid on the DNA lab last March?"

"That's right," Becky said. "And as much as any of us would rather wring the bastard's neck, if we see 662 try to take the hit on him, we get Lydecker the hell out of the way." She sighed. "I think that covers all of it. Let's move out."

They split up and headed in their respective directions. I thought that Alec would have made a joke about being back at Manticore or being bossed around by an X6 again, but even he knows how serious this is, Becky thought. This is not going to be easy. For all we know, 662 could even be out of town now!

She walked down a street, completely alert for any sign of her sister. We have got to find a way to stop 662. There has to be a way to stop her and get the sister that I knew back. There's no question about it. We're going to find a way and we're going to do it. I absolutely will not think about the alternative. There is none.

Becky grinned to herself. I remember the first time I saw 662. I was almost four and she was only a week old. Lydecker brought me and Kyle since he was my second-in-command into the nursery and showed her to us. She was so little and Kyle was a little freaked by her. I can't believe that was a little more than fourteen years ago.

She saw two children fighting over something and smiled again at the memory that came to mind. I remember the day that they made us, well those of us that they said were old enough, fight Max and Zack's family. 662 was so disappointed that they made her sit it out because they thought that she was too young. Even Manticore wasn't cruel enough to make a two-year-old participate in sparring against kids that are as much as eleven years older than they are! 662 was there watching it and she was so excited and she couldn't stop talking about how awesome it was to see me beat Zack and Max and the other members of their family that Lydecker made me spar against. She was even more talkative than 956 that day!

She continued walking around the city as she searched for her sister. After a while, she heard her cell phone ring. She took it out of her pocket and checked the number before she answered it. "Got anything, Jeff?"

"Yeah, I just spotted a girl matching the description that Maggie gave," Jeff said. "She's heading towards the general area that you're searching. I'm not sure of the ETA. She's on foot and I'll call you again in a few minutes."

"Great," Becky said. "I'll talk to you then." She disconnected and was about to continue on when something caught her eye from inside a restaurant window. She checked to make sure that nobody was looking before she zoomed in and nodded to herself. "Good thing that Jeff called me to let me know." She took a deep breath before she went inside the restaurant and walked right over to a table in the corner and sat down in front of the person sitting at it. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

Lydecker barely managed to hide his surprise at seeing Becky in front of him. "It certainly has, 405. I didn't know that you were in Seattle."

"You know now and right now you need to come with me," Becky said. "It seems that you're on the hit list of an at least partially computer chip-controlled and cybernetically enhanced fourteen-year-old transgenic hit woman that I just found out is not only here in Seattle, but is also heading in this direction." She glared at Lydecker. "I know that you know who this girl is and we'll deal with my feelings on that particular matter later, but we've got some more immediate concerns right now. If you value your life at all because I'm still debating on that one, you're going to come with me to someplace safe and we're going to have a nice chat with some mutual friends."

"Very well," Lydecker said. He did not look happy, but he knew Becky well enough to know that she was deadly serious.

"Good," Becky said. "Show me to where you're parked." She took out her cell phone again and dialed Jeff's number and talked as she followed Lydecker to his car. "Jeff? It's me. Call Alec and ask him to join you in tailing her. I've got the big guy with me and I'm taking him to the safe house. I'll call you again later." She disconnected and dialed Maggie's number. "It's me. Meet me at the safe house. I ran across the big guy and I've got him with me. I'll see you there." She disconnected again and put the phone away as they reached the SUV and held out her hand. "You don't mind if I drive, do you, Lydecker? I am the one who knows where we're going."

"Go ahead," Lydecker said. He handed her the keys.

"Thanks," Becky said. She let herself in and then opened the passenger door for Lydecker and started up the car and dialed one more number. "It's me. Tell him that I've got the big guy and please try to keep him calm until we get there." She disconnected and drove them to the safe house. She parked and led Lydecker inside. "Look what this cat dragged in."

"That is one big, nasty rat," Zack agreed. "Please do us a favor and spare the 'But I helped you destroy the DNA lab' bullshit. I think that I can speak for all of us here that nobody's in the mood to hear it."

Lydecker nodded and turned and saw Max and looked surprised. "Max. I didn't think that even you would survive."

"I thought that even you knew that cats had nine lives," Max said sweetly. "Wasn't I just the luckiest thing that an X5 happened to take one straight through the head while out on a mission the day before we raided our old home? I think it was so nice of him to want to be an organ donor, don't you?"

"It was very generous of him," Lydecker said. He looked over and saw Zack and Becky standing next to each other as they watched him.

Zack caught him looking at met the look. "We know, if that's what you were wondering. Thanks for not telling us."

"What is going on with 662?" Lydecker asked. "Are we waiting for somebody, 405?"

"We are, and the name is Becky," Becky said. "We're waiting for my sister Maggie. You know her as 691."

They waited around silently until Maggie showed up several minutes later. "I'm here—oh great," she said when she saw Lydecker.

"It's okay, he's not going to do anything," Becky said.

"Not if he wants to stay in one piece," Zack agreed.

"Now is the time when you start talking," Max said. "You can start by telling us what exactly happened when Becky and Maggie's little sister was supposedly executed."

"The other two trainers that were assigned to supervise and run the training exercise brought in X6-662 to Psy Ops and called me in and explained to me their version of the event that occurred," Lydecker said. "662 insisted that she was innocent and that 405—Becky—could and would corroborate her alibi that they had been paired up and working on their targets away from where the accident had occurred. Our Psy Ops units were not ready to begin executing an interrogation of that nature at that point."

"But if they had been there, you would have let 662 go," Becky said coldly. "What a load of crap."

"You know perfectly well that they were integrated into the routine in Psy Ops within a year of the incident," Lydecker said. "After several hours of interrogation, we brought 662 into another room to perform the execution. She was taken down with a single bullet to the head as was the standard procedure, but the soldier who performed the execution's aim was off and when we checked the body to make sure that there was no pulse, we found one."

"Ticked off that you didn't do the job yourself, huh?" Max said sarcastically.

"I made the decision to keep 662's body alive for research purposes," Lydecker said. "The injury that she sustained was so severe that the doctors believed that she would be brain dead within days. Her condition remained stable up to and past the time when X6-427 confessed to be the soldier who killed the trainer." He gave Becky a look.

Becky snorted. "427 deserved every bit of the beating that I gave him and even you know that. Three weeks in solitary was absolutely more than worth it. Even after that, why didn't you tell me that 662 didn't die? Don't give me that 'we thought she was about to die so we thought it would be better if we told you that she did' crap. It would have been just as easy to come back and tell me that she was alive. Though I guess having the guards with the automatic rifles there to make sure that I didn't rip you to shreds for lying to me about my youngest sister would have been a little annoying to get."

"662 was comatose. She would have been useless to you and your unit at the time," Lydecker said. "We did contemplate that idea when it became apparent that 662 was showing significant signs of improvement, but then the opportunity with the chip fell into our laps. We had stolen the technology during a raid by a unit of X4s on a base just outside of Tokyo a few months before. We first tested the chips out on regular human beings, but they couldn't handle the implanted chip. We wanted to test out the chip on a transgenic. We knew exactly how to program them and all we had to do was find someone who could handle having one inside their heads."

"And then there was poor little 662 just right under your noses," Max said. "We all read that this chip basically controls her mentally and jumps up her physical abilities as well past what Zack or I can take on."

"That's true," Lydecker said. "Even Becky would have a slim to no chance at all of taking on 662 as she is right now and coming out the victor."

"When was the decision made to get 662 ready to send her out after us?" Zack asked. "Was it before or after Renfro cut you out of the loop and if it was before, was it you who made the original decision?"

"We were throwing around several possibilities," Lydecker admitted. "We were considering sending Becky to go out after all of you, but then she was needed to go on the solo mission to Russia. Renfro wanted to send 662 out to bring you in, but I was against it because even with 662's enhanced abilities and the fact that she was caught up to where she was supposed to be with her training at that point, the fact was that 662 was not fully trained like Becky and a few of the other older X6s were and wasn't ready to handle a mission of that magnitude yet. It was one of the few things that Renfro agreed with me about and I'm guessing that she changed her mind at some point after the DNA lab was destroyed."

The transgenics nodded. "From what we read, the decision to get 662 ready for the mission was made not too long before Manticore burned down," Becky said. "They were planning on sending 662 officially on the mission within a week of the fire."

"We're figuring that 662 will carry out her mission regardless of Manticore's destruction," Maggie said. "Is that right?"

"That is what 662 was trained to do," Lydecker said.

"So she'll kill any of us on site," Zack said.

"Right," Lydecker said.

Becky looked back at Lydecker. "Is there any way to reverse this chip and get 662 back to who she was before you turned her into a living transgenic robot?"

"The testing we did on the chip wasn't as complete as we would have liked, but the chip would have to be reprogrammed by a technician or removed by a doctor," Lydecker said. "When that happens, 662 will return to who claim that she once was both mentally and physically. Manticore doctors and technicians are hard to come by these days."

"Thank you for stating the obvious," Zack said.

"Is it anything like the South African implant that I've still got in my neck?" Max asked. "Can it be shorted out like that one was?"

"It would take a tremendous electrical shock for the chip that's implanted in 662 to short out and become useless," Lydecker said. "It can be left in there and will be perfectly harmless to 662, but it will take an extremely large electrical shock to short out the chip."

"Can a taser do it?" Zack asked.

"Possibly, but if it does, it will take a sustained hit at the maximum setting for there to be a hope of it working," Lydecker said. "The hit won't short out any of the biosynthetic implants or organs that are in 662 since they are built differently and are somewhat less delicate than the chip."

"It will work," Becky said.

"The odds of you stopping 662 from trying to complete her mission are almost astronomical," Lydecker said. "She will kill you before you can attempt to try to short out the chip in her head. She will kill you and then she will move on and kill the X5s on her list. The only realistic way out of this situation is to kill 662."

"Don't forget about you're on that list," Zack said.

"I will not kill my baby sister," Becky said. "We will stop her. There's no question."

"Becky, you need to be reasonable," Lydecker said. "You were trained much better than this. I don't know where you got this information, but I know how smart you are and that you must have at least most of the information that you want and need. 662 will not stop for anybody, even her former commanding officer. She will complete her mission and execute Zack—"

"No," Becky said. "You said that you know me, so you should know that I'm going to find a way to get this done." She shook her head. "Maggie, take Lydecker out and get him out of the city to a secure place where he can stay the night."

Maggie nodded. "I'll call and let you know when I'm on my way back into Seattle." She and Lydecker left the safe house.

"That wasn't fun," Max said. "Finding your sister and trying to get her to abort the mission—"

"Let's not sugar coat this, Max," Becky said bitterly. "Let's call it what it is. I'm going to have to choose whose life do I value more: my own flesh and blood over someone that I care about as much as if she was my flesh and blood. Zack, and the rest of you, is screwed. 662 is going to kill him eventually if she isn't stopped. We all know this. You both know that I'd never let anything happen to Zack if I can help it and you also know that I'd never let anybody hurt or kill one of my younger siblings if I can help it." She closed her eyes for a moment. "I have to save both of them. Like I said to Lydecker, there's no question about it. I have to save them both."

TBC