Tempest of Emotions

Chapter Ten- Festivities

"Raid much?" Max chuckled as she snuck up on Alec the pig who took to raiding their food supplies.

"Urr, Rax. Rwha rar ru roin rup ro rate? (Uhh, Max, what are you doing up so late?)" Alec stammered, attempting to speak coherently but failing miserable with his mouth stuffed with food.

"I could ask the same of you. I was awoken by the sounds of someone's pig-out-fest and I didn't see you in your bed. So I naturally concluded someone was eating you or something of that nature. Looks like I was right." She smiled brightly.

Alec cleared his throat, "Max, I was just about to invite you to some midnight snacks. I was kind of hungry and I guess I kind of got carried away." He laughed sheepishly at the mess he created.

"Gee Alec, that's so nice of you. You know what? I think I will join you." She sat down and joined the small fest.

In a darken room, liken to those of the P.I. offices found in old movies, there sat a man with a hat covering his face. Hunched over, he sat with his face in his hands, rocking back and forth in impatience. The perfect model for a stress-related heart attack. He was waiting for an important call, a very important call. The ceiling fan's shadow whipped round and round, although it provided no cooling on this sultry night. His phone rang and he hastened to pick it up. A cool voice answered.

"Yes?"

"Sir, 452 and 494 have been sighted in the vicinity."

"Do we have visual confirmation of this?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, contact me when they move out."

"Will do sir."

"OK, based on the blueprints that Logan was able to send over, I have deduced that the safest and quickest method we should use for this mission is by air. Utilizing ropes, we should be able to access the roof and hopefully it will be a quick in and out job. We avoid alerting the guards, rescue X6-299 and X7-685. Of course, should one of us reveal our position, we must use all means to extract the hostages and ourselves out safely. We will set out at 2100 hours, ETA 15 minutes. If we happen to get lost, Logan will be watching and guiding us via satellite. Questions, comments, observations or lamentations?"

"What if the hostages are drugged and rendered immobilized? What if we're caught?"

"We won't get caught and I said all means. I guess we'll have to carry them and avoid detection."

"You're winging it, aren't you?" He smirked

"I'm going to tell Logan the plan. Save the comments till later."

"Logan, you got all the details?"

"Yep, by way of roof, using ropes, quick in and out. Sounds perfect and Max--"

"I know, be careful." Cutting him off.

"I'll be watching your back."

"Thanks Logan. Wish us luck."

"Luck."

White was pleased that they had located the transgenics, the only problem was that his contact had not yet informed him of their plans. He paced back and forth in the empty room; everything had to go perfectly if he was to ensure the capture of 452. She had to die, immediately. She was a threat to everything the Conclave had been working for and she didn't even know it. She had to be destroyed at all costs. Ames was going to enjoy torturing her, nice and slow. A wicked smile spread on his face and he started to cackle wildly with the anticipated ambush. She's not going to know what hit her and by the time she does it will be all over. His hysterical and malevolent laughter was rudely cut off by his phone's obnoxious ringing. It had better be good news.

"Mr. White?"

"Good to hear you."

"I've got the details on the plan."

"Good, what are our favorite X5s planning?"

"Very simple sir, they plan to infiltrate the perimeter through the roof using ropes."

"Very good, you've proven yourself to be a useful ally"

"Oh and Mr. White, remember our deal."

"I'm a man of my word. After we get 452, your nemesis will be quickly and quietly disposed of. We'll say he had an unfortunate accident. And after we've ran the desired tests and gotten the results, we'll free 452."

"I'll contact you if there are any changes."

White grinned maliciously, 'What a fool. Does he really believe we'll just let go of 452 after she's captured? After so many failed attempts? But then it's all thanks to the miracle of reasoning and a little thing call brainwashing. What a marvelous little invention!'

Max turned off her phone and sighed, 'So much to do so little time. Save friends, defeat White and return to Seattle before Normal decided to fire me, even though Alec thought up a plausible, not entirely credible, excuse for us both. We're so close, we can't back down this time.' She heard Alec's distant murmuring. He quickly stopped talking when Max entered the room and put his cell away. "Who was that?" She inquired, not particularly interested.

"A friend."

"Who?"

"Normal, just wanted to let him know we're alive and that we've been delayed by unforeseen circumstances but that we are on our way and will be back in Seattle ASAP. He was overjoyed to hear my voice, but he warned me that you were on the edge of being fired."

"Thank you Normal! Well, we've got a few hours left, so let's go over the plan a few more times just to make sure."

"Yeah." He leaned over the blueprints and Max started pointing out their outline and their destination. The two spent the remaining time fine-tuning their plan as the sun started its downward descent. A cool breeze drifted into the humid atmosphere; change was stirring.

A/N- Plot's starting to pick up and I apologize for the delay, but writer's block is kicking in and the upcoming fight scene is a problem. So review! And if you recognize a certain very famous quote in this story…maybe I know you! Well, I'm sure the person who uses this quote won't mind me if I use it. Just in case, my acknowledgements to that person for that quote! Oh and before I forget, I want thank all the people who reviewed! Your criticism and encouragements were helpful and as always, keep them coming! :)