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-Chapter Four-

"452." White said softly, turning softly in the still heavy traffic. He looked up at the street sign, and read 200th and 53rd street. "Wake up 452." he said again, this time jabbing her in the shoulder with a finger.

"Relax, I'm awake." he heard her grumble, turning her back to him and looking out the window. "You stopped, why?"

"They blocked off 200th up the hill. We need another way."

"They blocked it off?" she said, finally turning from the window to look at him. She sighed, and closed her eyes. White had no clue of knowing what was going through her head while her eyes shifted behind her eyes lids back and forth.

"Alright." she said, opening her eyes. "Go down 53rd. Two lights after you go over a small bridge go right. It's a little bit farther, but the hills not as steep, so they wouldn't have had to block it off."

Ames nodded, pulling the SUV away from the curb, heading down 53rd and quickly speeding up to cross 203rd before the light went from yellow to red.

Max looked out the window again, shaking her head a little and glaring at the snow. With the last twenty four hours she had gone through, snow seemed to be a new enemy.

-.- Flash Back -.-

"Head up to Canada." Max said, throwing a small duffle bag onto the back seat.

"Canada?"

"Yes White, Canada."

Ames glared at her from the corner of his eye, taking the right turn toward the sector gates. As they approached the guards, he noticed Max sit back in her seat and zip up her jacket, then tilt her head towards the floor of the car. Once they passed, the fat guard that checked White's badge not even looking suspiciously at the girl in the passenger seat, she seemed to straighten up and look at him curiously.

"Don't stare at me, speak if you have something to say." Ames said lowly, annoyed that the, the abomination, dare look at him.

"What's with all the pictures?" Max asked, eyes narrowing. "I'd think you familiars would be obsessed with snakes, not transgenics."

White couldn't help it. He laughed. Laughed at her ignorance and stupidity. "You can't be that stupid 452!" he taunted. "The Conclave supervised the experiments, which later turned into you freaks. The last thing Sandemen worked on was the X5's, so they watched all of you the most. Then, of course, 12 of you escaped. When Manticore got you back when you and your unit tried to torch the place, they watched you more closely then the others."

"But why?"

White rolled his eyes at her question, but for some reason that was unknown to him, answered anyways. "You had been on the outside. You knew what was out there, and you didn't lose your training. You alone knew how to survive out there on your own without orders, and the others didn't. You, 452, surprised them." White said, the last sentence coming out more like it disgusted him more then the rest. "They expected you rouges to collapse, or better yet, screw up and get killed in the streets, only to be recognized by the trusted few when your barcodes flashed across the TV screen, but it never happened."

Max nodded her head slowly, contemplating what she had just been told. They had expected the few that got away with their lives to fail, and then laugh when the ten o'clock news reported the odd tattoos and hair cuts, not to mention the army clothes. She felt disgusted, like someone was turning her insides around and around. But then again, she should have expected that.

They both sat quietly after Max's questions, neither making a noise until they reached the Canada/US border, where there all they had to do was state their names.

"Sir, Ma'am." the Canadian officer said, tilting his head to both in greeting. "My I have your names?"

"Ames White." White said, handing over his drivers' license. The officer smiled, then reached across him for the card Max handed him.

"Max Guevara." he said, reading her card. "Beautiful name Ma'am."

"Thank you." Max said sweetly, smiling up at the man, noticing how Ames scowled slightly.

"Well," he said after leaving with the two pieces of ID and coming back, handing them to Ames. "You two be careful. We just had some news come in from Vancouver. The roads are getting foggy and most of the lower mainland is getting some heavy snow."

"Thanks." Ames said coldly, driving off as soon as the man opened the gate.

A few minutes later, Ames had completely eased his foot off the accelerator. The officer was right, and Ames was starting to get a sinking feeling in him that said he had some really shitty karma.

Outside, the entire road was completely fogged up. For when they had crossed the border, the road was one lane with ditches and forest on either side and now, thick fog covered everything. He couldn't even see past the hood of his sedan, and the fog lights were on! Every once in a while he would see 452 lean forward in her seat, then sit back and start twitching her leg. It seemed she couldn't see through it either, and the fact that she was twitching and unable to sit still unnerved him.

"Can you see anything?" he asked, breaking the unspoken vow between them to keep silent for as long as possible.

"Not a thing." she said grimly, leaning forward again. "Not even the dividing line. This is insane!"

"Well, you're not the one driving." Ames said, squinting himself over then the drivers wheel and through the front windshield.

"Wait-" she said quickly, taking off her seat belt to lean closer to the glass. "What are those lights?"

Ames looked ahead of him, leaning back into his seat slightly. Slowly two head lights appeared ahead of him, first small and dull, then brighter as they seemed to grow bigger in size.

"18 wheeler!" Max said eyes wide. "Move!"

Ames jerked the wheel to the right, the car letting out an ear splitting screech when he yanked it back towards the left again, though it was too late.

The last thing either of them saw before the black sedan dove off the road and into the snow was an eighteen wheeler drive by without slowing down or inching to either side of the road, as if they hadn't been there at all.

Max came to her senses slowly, pain shooting throughout her body. Opening her eyes fraction by fraction, she looked around at her surroundings.

Her door was smashed in, as well as half of the front of the car, the place that had hit a tree a little ways away. She turned her head and looked at Ames. He appeared unconscious, with a small gash on the side of his head. Max touched her own forehead, trying to see if she was bleeding as well. She pulled down the small mirror from in front of her. There was a long cut on her cheek, and a deep one on her bottom lip, but that was it.

Quickly, Max crawled out of her seat and sat on Ames' lap facing him. She moved some of his hair away from the gash on his head, and made sure it wasn't too deep. Once she was sure, she kicked the door open and got out of the car.

Slowly, she crawled out of the car and onto a thin layer of fresh snow. Looking around, she noticed that they had indeed hit a tree near the highway, and then were thrown behind it and down a hill.

As fast as her sore limbs would let her, Max climbed the hill towards the tree they had hit. There were wood chips scattered everywhere. Max then walked up to the dark road and knelt down beside it. Using her enhanced sight, she could see patches of black ice everywhere down and up the road. There were tire marks in all of them, but she could tell which ones they hit and spun out on because the tires had split them.

Bored with staring at the road, she turned around and headed back towards the car.

Slowly, Ames started to be able to feel his arms and legs again. At first, he thought that when they were thrown from the road he hit his head and died. But then he opened his eyes and quickly looked around him. Surprisingly, 452 wasn't in the car. Finding out that his body wouldn't let him move yet, he closed his eyes.

Once he was able to move, he got out of the car and slowly stood up. Looking around, he could see foot prints in the snow. As he followed them with his eyes, he saw Max come down the snow covered slope. Once she got to the bottom, her back straightened and he looked her over.

She was covered in snow, with her hair damp from snow that had melted. He could see a thin cut on her right cheek, with a deeper one that looked like it was still bleeding on her lip.

"You okay?" she asked, noticing the gash on his head had stopped bleeding.

"I'm fine." he replied, looking past her and up the road.

"We need a new car. Yours is totaled." Max said, looking over at the wrecked car.

"Come on, I have a plan."

'Ugh.' Max thought, rubbing the sides of her arms. She stood in the middle of the lane, in the fog waiting for someone to come down the road.

'Why do I have to freeze my ass off waiting for some car!' she looked to her left and glared at a tree, where Ames was staying out of sight. She rubbed her arms again, wishing he had let her to at least keep her jacket. This plan was suicide. She got to stand in the middle of the road, in her bike shorts and a very thin tank top, waiting for some car to come by and stop. Then, Ames would jump in the car, she would knock them out, and off they'd go.

She was going to kill him.

But sure enough, once she finished her thought, two lights slowly appeared through the fog. As they got closer, she stood straight and still, looking off into space. Once the driver of the car saw her in front of him, he slammed on the brake, bringing the big SUV to a halt.

"Holy shit!" a man said as he jumped out of the passenger side door and ran up to her, the driver doing the same thing.

Neither noticed Ames slip out from behind the trees and bushes and into the drivers vacated seat.

"Hey, you okay lady?" the driver asked. Slowly, Max started to shake, still looking off into nothing, making her eyes seem clouded over. Both men started to panic, not knowing what to do. Using the time she had, Max stopped shaking and banged the two guy's heads together. She threw them lightly down the hill she had come up, and then hopped into the passenger side of the Ford Explorer.

"Now where are we going?" Ames asked, tossing her her clothes and taking the car out of park.

"200th street Langley, get there."

-.- End Flash Back-.-

Max sat back at Ames turned the corner, heading down the street the house was on. They had to approach it the longer way, but at least they'd get there before the others.

Looking around, she noticed all the houses with Christmas lights up, looking all cheerful and happy in the snow and new season. Right now, if Canada was getting snow, there was no doubt Seattle was in a down pour.

Turning down another street, Ames stopped the car in front of a blue-ish colored house, with small trees that were highly decorated outside. Turning off the car, he turned to her.

"We're here."

-End Chapter-

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