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Fire and Blood
By: human28
Chapter Seven
The night passed quickly, and pretty soon the dark sky outside was slowly changing it's gloomy hues into various shades of red and gold. Dawn was approaching.
"Not to be a killjoy but if I don't get out of here soon, I won't be able to get out at all." Spike drawled, looking pointedly at the blonde in front of him.
"You're right," Buffy said. She turned to look at Logan. "We'll see if we can stop by tomorrow, Logan."
"Yeah, sure." Logan replied absently, apparently deep in thought.
Buffy glanced at the two transgenics. "You guys wanna hang with us for a while? Until you can find a place to stay, you're welcome to stay with us."
Max smiled but shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but Alec and I are planning on renting on apartment. We'll manage. We always do." she said to her. Then, she turned to Logan and threw him a contemplative look. "Alec and I will drop by tonight – to uh, talk about that thing."
Buffy stared at them curiously. They were obviously keeping something from them. Dangerous things, no doubt. She thought, her mind replaying the images of fire and the smell of blood hours before. Not that she wasn't used to such thing, she practically lived around fire and blood. It was her life.
And the worst part was, she didn't ask to be given such a life.
Probably something that she had in common with the two mysteries that were Max and Alec. She had yet to unravel their secrets. Just like they had yet to unravel hers.
All they needed was some time to warm up to each other, and those secrets will eventually come out.
"Well, what the bloody hell are we waiting for?" Spike asked impatiently. "I don't fancy burn marks, all that much, thank you."
"Geez, impatient much?" Faith asked, rolling her eyes. The vampire growled at her.
"Alec, don't forget you're – jacket." Max said pointing at the bundle of clothing seated next to the computer. He grinned at her and picked it up, tucking it safely under his arm.
Buffy shrugged. "Let's go before Spike becomes a walking bonfire. And besides, our friends would love to meet you." She said to the two, before training her gaze on Spike. "And most of them would be wanting some answers from you, vamp-boy."
Realization dawned on Spike. "You know what, maybe it's best if we stay here after all."
Faith rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the sleeve of his leather duster. And without further ado, dragged the protesting vampire out of Foggle Towers, the rest trailing behind in fits of laughter.
…
"Well, that was easy." Alec said thumbing through the wad of money. "Twenty-five grand. Five thousand short of what I expected it to be – but hey, still big money."
Max shook her head and grinned. They had just come from one of Alec's black market contacts – some friends that he made during his outside missions. Thus, the money.
She didn't like Alec stealing from Logan, but she did like the fact that they would soon have a warm place to come home to, and not some dingy motel or dusty farmhouse. "As easy as that was, given our 'special' skills. I still think that we should get a job."
"Stealing is our job, Maxie." Alec smirked. "Or did you forget that?" But on noticing the death glare that Max sent his way. He immediately backtracked. "Okay, okay. You're right. We should get a job. Just make sure it isn't something boring."
"Jam Pony."
"What?" Alec asked, confused. That was completely out of the topic. What about ponies?
"Jam Pony Messenger Service," Max read, pointing at the rusted sign hanging on top of an old building. It had obviously been around for a while. "This would be perfect."
"I don't see how running around the city delivering packages to ungrateful old people could be perfect."
Max shot him another look. "Idiot. Seattle is packed full of sector points. And the only way we can move smoothly around the city – in case something happens, is to have sector passes. And obviously, these messengers have one."
"I knew that," Alec said innocently. "I was just playing."
Max rolled her eyes and smacked him upside the head before taking him by the arm and dragging him inside.
More than a few heads turned to look at the two strangers walking into Jam Pony. Male and female alike. Which was pretty much, to be expected, considering they had perfect DNA and were therefore flawless from head to toe.
Well, flawless on the outside anyway. Max thought, ignoring the appreciative glances the male populate of the workers were giving her. Alec definitely has some flaws when it comes to his personality – can you say, cocky, egotistical smart-aleck? She rolled her eyes as Alec flashed his famous charming grin on several of the girls standing near the locker area.
She went straight to the dispatch counter where a middle-aged man wearing eyeglasses and a headset stood behind, shouting orders to everyone. "Bip, bip people! These packages need to be delivered, and if they don't get delivered, we don't get signatures, and if we don't get signatures…you delinquents don't get paid!"
In an instant, the whole place became a bustle of noise and commotion once again. The man looked at the two of them. "What can I do for you?" he asked them in a disinterested voice.
Max plastered a fake smile on her face. "We were wondering if you have any vacancies for a job?"
He stopped what he was doing and gave the two of them a good once-over. It was as if he was gauging their ability to work. Oh, we could deliver packages alright. Even if we have to deliver them to Iraq, we'd get the damned signatures. She thought wryly.
"And your names are?"
"My name's Max, and this is Alec." She replied. "Mr…?"
"Call me Normal. Everyone here does," Normal said, grabbing two application forms from the desk behind him. He thrust it towards them and shooed them away. "Fill those up, and we'll see about those jobs."
Alec gave her a look before the two of them went over to an empty plastic table and started on their forms. "We'd better come up with more than a few lies for this, Maxie." He said as he finished reading the questions on the paper in five seconds flat.
"That'll be easy," Max said with a shrug, not that much concerned about it. It was just an application form. Nothing drastic. They were simply doing it to get a job.
After they were done, they gave them back to Normal who briefly read it before tossing them behind him. "Alright then. I just need to ask you a few questions."
"Fire away boss," Alec said.
"Do any of you do drugs?"
Max and Alec exchanged a look. Even if they did, they wouldn't tell him, now would they? "No."
"Drink large amounts of alcohol?"
"No."
"Have done illegal and unlawful activities?"
Yup. We've killed people, we've stolen from people, you name it. But out loud, she said. "Of course not!" Alec shot her an amused look.
"Alright-y then," Normal nodded approvingly before opening his mouth and yelling two names. "Jordan! Skye! Get your asses over here right now!"
Two guys eating pizzas came over cautiously. "You called boss?"
"You're fired!" Normal yelled.
The two guys shrugged, and still eating their pizzas exited the building.
Normal rolled his eyes. "Typical." He turned to the two transgenics. "Welcome to Jam Pony."
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Special Agent Ames White sat intolerantly behind his desk, inside the tent that his men had put up somewhere within Seattle's forests. He was currently sitting near the very edge of his patience, and that was because they were still unable to find the location of the two delinquent freaks. 452 and 494. The ones responsible for releasing every single transgenic filth into the world. If it weren't for them, they would've been burnt corpses by now.
But there was one other thing that he wanted to know about X5-452. Several days ago, one of his men had retrieved a briefcase from the Manticore site. Inside the briefcase was a computer and a number of computer disks. What he found in one of them was a DNA workup of a certain X5. And that was 452.
Strangely, she didn't have any junk DNA. Junk DNA was Layman's terms for base pairs that don't contain viable genetic information. They don't do anything more rather than fill space.
So it seemed that every single base pair in 452's system was coded for some specific genetic question.
Now the money question was…what did it mean?
White growled. Just you wait, 452. I'm going to find out everything, even if it means taking you apart piece by piece. He smirked.
Instantaneously, his cell phone rang. One glance at number told him that this call was important. "Fe'nos tol."
Fe'nos tol, Brother White.>
Came the reply from the other end of the line. White straightened involuntarily.
We have found a suitable sacrifice for the coming ritual. It was a unanimous decision from the Conclave. It is now up to you, Brother White, to make sure that we obtain the sacrifice exactly two days before the ceremony. Numerous cleansing rites have to be performed in order to make her appear – proper, exteriorly and interiorly.>
"I bow to the wisdom," White answered, trying to keep the sarcasm away from his voice.
He listened to the instructions warily, smiling as he carefully planned out the capture.
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To be continued……
A/N: Isn't White just the best evil villain? Hehehe…anyways, REVIEW!