Ahhhh... Another long awaited chapter! I do hope it didn't take to long for your liking, because I've been busy. School's coming up. So I wanted to say this now.
During the school year, I'm not sure about how many times I'll be able to update. So, I'm going to try and write whenever I can, whether it's on the computer or on paper during the oh - so boring subjects I have to take. I truly am sorry for this, but it's just the way things work.
Thank you for your future patience. (Hopefully)
-.- Chapter Seven -.-
Max sat down at the dinning room table, head resting in one hand while the other twirled in circles over Ray's cat, Kitz, while her eyes looked out the second story window.
"Mew!" Kitz mewed repeatedly while he kicked at Max's finger with his back foot, never noticing that Max's mind wasn't with him and his cute little appearance, but back to the early morning.
'She didn't have any documents on her computer.' she thought. 'No documents in the recycle folder either. Four different emails in Chat Logs, and Ray had his own file with 66 MB's in it.'
Getting up from the chair, she grabbed the cat and let him sit on her right shoulder as she made her way downstairs.
As Ray had said, Becky had woken up early and taken a shower, woken up Ray, and started making breakfast for everyone. After that, she had gone off to her work, a branch of an insurance company from Toronto, and Ames had taken Ray to school. She was left at home to occupy herself.
"You'll find something to do." Ames said as he and Ray walked out the door. He had looked behind her and given her one of those smirks that just made her want to punch him square in the face. "Besides, I think Ray's cat likes you."
And with that, he had left her to her own devices inside a large, two story house, with absolutely nothing to do and in the company of a one month old kitten.
She was simply thrilled.
At ten a.m., she had done sit up's and push up's for an hour, simply trying to escape the bordem of an empty house. She would have left to scope out the city, but the last thing she needed was familiars breaking in to wait for Ray to get home and kidnap him without anyone knowing any better. Of course, she could always just lock the doors, but after doing her sit ups, had found out the White had taken the last key.
At eleven, she had gone down stairs to the same room that held the computer that she broke into earlier that morning. Besides the computer, the room also held a dark blue pool table and a fifty-two inch TV. She played pool for about fifteen minutes, stopping hen Kitz jumped on the table and started chasing after the moving balls, then turned to the TV. She channel surfed until she found come action flick, S.W.A.T. Unfortunately, not even that kept her attention long, for it reminded her to much of her training days and she kept on wanting to voice their mistakes and better ways to get their job done. She didn't even finish watching the movie.
At twelve, she was ready for White to come back, walk through to front door, and find nothing. She was prepared for him to walk up the stairs and look down the hall before making his way to the kitchen. She was even more then prepared for him to open the fridge door, and all ready for him to close it so she could startle him and stab him while yelling, "This is what you get for keeping me in this damn house asshole!".
Unfortunately, it never happend.
By twelve forty-five, she admitted to Kitz, who at that time was taking a nap beside her foot, that her imagination went into an over load work mode and that she needed to get out the house.
That didn't happen either.
Now it was two o'clock, and there was still no sign of the elusive Ames White. She was previously hoping that he would come back and just give her the key, not wanting to be in her presence for long, but things were not looking up.
But before she decided to start doing more push ups and sit ups, there was a click from the front door downstairs. Jumping up from the living room floor, she looked over the stairs railing, waiting to see who had come home.
"You here 452?" Ames asked, knowing the answer, has he closed and locked the door behind him.
"Take a wild guess White." she drawled, appearing before him on the stairs landing within seconds. "You kept me here without a key for an entire day. You're lucky I haven't killed you yet."
"Just another blessing." he quipped, tossing a key at her. "Go pick up Ray form his school. If you've been here all day on your own, I'm not about to doubt you haven't done something productive." He looked at her. "But then I could've hit my head and be having a very, very horrible dream."
"I'm flattered."
"You should be."
"What will you be doing while I'm gone? Becky doesn't get home 'til about seven, seven thirty." Max said, slipping on her old pair of runners and her leather jacket, Kitz sitting on the floor between them.
"Going through any history on her computer and palm pilot."
"Palm pilot?" Max asked, thinking back. She didn't see Becky with one of those...
White reached inside his jacket pocket and brought out an old, scrapped looking black palm pilot. Turning it on, he tossed it to her. The words "Becky's Work Book" flashing across the screen before a mini calendar showed up for the month.
"You said it yourself 452," White sneered, a smirk appearing on his face before he walked up to her and grabbed the electronic away. "This is all standard."
Max looked around the white playground of Rays school, not surprised to find frozen swings, deflated tires, and chipping wood structures with rock hard frozen gravel under it all. She walked towards a wide slide, the gravel under her feet crunching and breaking with each step.
As she walked, other parents began to file in, standing either at the front of their children's class room doors, the front doors of the school, or on the side walk beside the trees or their own frost bitten cars.
Sitting down, she watched silently, looking out for any shifty looking men in long trench coats, knowing the appearance of them all to well for her liking.
"Hello?" a deep voice said from beside her, shocking her out of her thoughts. She must have jumped, for the next words to be said were "Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you miss."
"Its alright." she said automatically, looking around once more before turning to look at the owner of the voice.
He was a tall man, with deep red hair that stuck up at odd angles, covered in a light sheet of snow that was newly falling. His eyes were a bright green; though perhaps not that bright since the jacket he wore was a big black one, tuffs of fur sticking out from the collar.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your silence, but I haven't noticed you here before." he said, smiling softly. His hand moved from the pocket of his jacket to float in between them. "My names Nick McBrighen."
Max smiled politely and shook the man's hand. "Max Guevara." she said before her hand returned to her own jacket pocket.
"Waiting here for your little brother or sister?" the man asked, Max shaking her head.
"No, my fiancé's son."
The man appeared shocked by her answer, but it disappeared quickly with his next question.
"Who is he? I bet one of my kids know him." he said brightly.
Max paused, not knowing if she should tell him or not. He didn't look like a familiar, but then again, when she first met White back when she was his little prize in a cage, he didn't look like one either. And if he was, she reminded her self, she would have been shot already. Even in front of children in a school like this, they would use any opportunity to shoot any transgenic. Especially her.
"Ray White." she said just as the bell rang, the teachers letting out the children that filled into the grounds like a swarm of bees.
"Ahhh, he's in the same class as my little Sarah. They're great friends."
"Oh, really?" Max asked, using a tone that strangely reminded her of the time she played the blonde bimbo for some mobsters back in Seattle for Logan. Standing up, she used her transgenic sight to look around, instantly spotting Ray walking towards her with a young girl, both laughing merrily.
The girl had bright red hair tied back in pigtails, a green scarf around her neck that matched her father's eyes, neither noticing her watching them. She grabbed onto Ray's dark blue snow jacket as they walked across the uneven frozen rock, Ray pulling this black toque over his pinking ears with his other hand.
"Yeah, I usually give him a ride home now that it's colder then it was during autumn." Nick said, smiling when the two children noticed them, both trying to run but deciding not to when the ground became even worse.
"Dad!" Sarah yelled, running up to Nick and laughing when he lifted her up.
"Max, Max, Max, Max!" Ray said, sprinting over to her and crashing into her waist, which she was sure if she wasn't enhanced, she would have toppled right over form the force of him.
"I didn't know you were going to come and pick me up!" he said quickly, his head coming from her hip to look up at her. "I guess you've already met Nick, but this is his daughter Sarah! She's so cool! We're best of friends." he said; smile just as bright as it was the day before when she and Ames appeared on the front door step.
"I heard." she said smiling, patting his covered head with a slightly numb hand.
"Hey, do you guys want a ride?" Nick asked, Sarah on his hip, as the two turned back towards the side walk. "I have a truck, and there should be enough room. I already know where Ray lives."
"Oh no, it's alright." Max said, flashing a quick smile. "We'll be alright."
"Okay," Nick said, smiling. "See ya tomorrow Ray."
"Bye Nick! Bye Sarah!" Ray called, waving one hand while his over slipped into Max's.
"Bye Ray!" Sarah called before the two disappeared into the mass of people leaving the grounds.
White sat back in one of the leather chairs upstairs, flipping thought the palm pilot.
He had just finished going through everything on the computer. He read everything, which included a poorly written book report by his only son.
He'd have to talk to Ray about his grades later.
It was only three thirty and he had already gone through all of Becky's events for the pervious years, and was now in September for the current. All that seemed to show up during this moth was 'Ray to Sarah's for dinner', 'Meeting with boss at noon', and 'Numbers due on Friday'.
To Ames, it seemed as if the woman didn't have a life at all. All she did was sit in an eight by ten office and work all day. Then come home, make Ray dinner, eat, and go to bed to wake up at some un godly hour to repeat yesterday. He had more of a life then this.
'You also work for the NSA in the states, have more money then you need, and a large interest in the sport of killing transgenics while getting the shit kicked out of you by a girl every week or so.' a voice said in his head.
Ames scowled. He hated that little voice, and last time he checked, it was behind a mental barrier that shocked it every time it even thought about talking.
Deciding to ignore it, he went back to the palm pilot. November wasn't any different then September, which didn't differ at all when it turned into October, and his current job was starting to seem completely pointless. A normal day in 452's life must have been more interesting then this woman's, and all she did was listen to the poor freaks cry all day and work for her little 'Eyes Only' at night.
'She's also a transgenic that is supposed to bring the end of our soon to come reign, though while waiting for that, seems to like pissing you off every now and then.' the voice said, sounding more and more like a preaching parent.
'Shut up.' White thought, scowling, while going through December. There was absolutely nothing that the other months didn't have aside form the fact that exactly one week from the current Monday, it said 'Ray's X-Mas Concert'.
"That was absolutely point less and a waste of my time." he mumbled, tossing the device against the wall.
"Apparently." Max said smartly, smirking as he jumped and turned around to face her and she leant against the stairs railing. Ray popped up behind her, throwing his back pack down the hall towards his room before he jumped up onto the couch and hugged his father.
"Hi dad!" she said cheerfully, White ruffling his hair affectionately. "Dad, can I ask you something?"
"Yes."
"Umm... Well," Ray said his smile big and bright. "If I finish my math in about, oh, fifteen minutes, will you and Max pick my up at school tomorrow together?"
Both adults looked at the child suspiciously, wondering what his young mind was cooking up this time around.
"Fine." Max said, nodding her head and ignoring White's glare. "We'll be there."
"Okay!" Ray smiled, bounding off the couch and running into his room, quickly picking up a phone and dialing a number once he was sure his door was closed.
"What was that?" White asked, Max coming to sit on the coffee table in front of him.
"What did you find?" she countered.
"He's planning something. You realize that?"
"Don't think I'm stupid White." she said quietly. "I know he's thinking something, but he can think what he wants. We're getting him out of here Monday night, and that's final."
"You think staying here's my idea?" he hissed, glaring at the woman before him, wishing her a slow and painful death by his hands sometime in the near future.
"That I didn't say." she said, waving a finger in his face. "But we will be out of here. Until then, we need to learn some more things about this city."
"And how exactly do you want to do that, 452?" he said, drawing out the numbers in her designation.
"Simple." she said, choosing to ignore the fact that he still wouldn't call her by her name. "Ever walk around a city before?"
-.- End Chapter Seven -.-
Once again, sorry about the wait for this chapter... and the up coming ones... T.T
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