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chapter 2
"Fall in" 494 commanded. Biggs, Lexy, Steve, Chrissy, Dalton, Mole and Joshua(who was following everything mole did) all stood at attention, in a straight line with their backs stiff straight staring at a spot on the wall.
Gem tried getting up from where she lay on the couch but Original Cindy grabbed her and held her down, "Alec?" she called desperately, silently begging him to agree with her.
494 turned to look at her and saw her struggling to keep Gem down and understood "Your excused soldier" he said to Gem
"But sir" she replied blushing slightly, she was showing weakness which was definitely unacceptable.
"You're excused" he replied his voice booking no argument but at the same time sincere.
"Thank you sir" she replied, smiling slightly until a contraction hit her causing her to whimper.
"452 fall in" he directed without looking at her
"As if" Max scoffed
"Fall In 452" 494 repeated
"Fuck off" was her only reply
He laughed humourlessly.
"You all packing?" he asked them all
"Sir yes sir" they all replied as one
"Get them" he ordered.
They all rushed to their lockers emptying them and pulling out their guns. Normal looked like he was going to die, he had just found out his golden boy was a mutant along with the others, and as if that wasn't enough he was watching them all take out guns from their lockers. Alec held two glocks, Biggs an M733, Steve and Lexy each held semi automatic Beretta's, Chrissy an M16, Mole had his shotgun, Joshua had his revolver and Dalton held a glock that Alec had given him, making them all look very intimidating and very lethal. What shocked the messengers and Normal the most was Dalton holding the glock like a professional, the kid looked no older than 12 but yet there he was ready to shoot when told to.
"What the hell do think your doing Alec?" Logan asked shocked at Alec's commanding voice
"You don't know what your doing let Max handle this"
494 took no notice of the ordinary talking to him, Logan frustrated that he was being ignored grabbed Alec's arm intending to turn him around to face him. The next thing everyone saw was Alec clutching Logan's throat crushing his windpipe. Cold hazel/green eyes clashed with astonished fearful blue eyes. The room went dead, tension thick, everyone watched the easy going Alec, crushing the man he was strangling. 494 looked exactly like the perfect soldier Manticore had aimed to create, muscles rippling perfectly under his tight black t-shirt, his gun shot wound on his left shoulder made him look very much like the assassin he was trained to be.
"Don't ever grab me again" 494's menaced voice commanded "Do you understand?
"Yyyess" Logan weakly replied clinging to Alec's fingers trying to loosen them
"Alec let him go" Max screamed furious, who the fuck did he think he was? Mole sniggered from where he stood clearly enjoying the show. 494 smiled a predatory smile and carried on crushing Logan's windpipe totally ignoring Max.
"Why are you here Logan? Nobody asked you to come" he asked releasing him once Logan started changing colours.
"I came to help" he answered thoroughly pissed, rubbing his red neck which had Alec's fingers printed on.
494 laughed at him "Help? Help us! Were transgenic soldiers, what could you possibly help us with?" he laughed shaking his head and walked away.
"You may be transgenic soldiers Alec but you do need my help, you all need ordinaries to help that's why all your handlers were all human so you wouldn't lose control, so you wouldn't reverse to your animal ways, but that doesn't mean your invincible if you were Cece wouldn't be dead now woul-" before he could finish his sentence 494 had blurred towards him and had thrown him across the room towards the lockers which he crashed into, and slumped to the ground unconscious. Everyone in the room gasped and stared dumbfounded at Logan, the transgenic's glowed hot with rage. Alec's self control had gone out of the window once Logan had mentioned Cece's death so he went after Logan again. OC, Sketchy and Normal had all jumped up shocked and disgusted at Logan. Turning to look at Alec they involuntarily took a step back seeing the look on his face as he growled and charged after Logan again. 'Shit Logan's dead' OC thought to herself.
"Shit" Biggs whispered as he blurred to his best friend's side trying to subdue him, "shit, shit, shit, why the fuck does this ordinary have such a big fucking mouth".
"Logan!" Max screamed horrified, she ran over to him but being unable to touch him she just hovered over him. She turned to look at Alec who was being restrained by his unit, with pure hatred "what the fuck is the matter with you? You fucking selfish ass, you could have killed him" she screeched.
"I'm guessing that was the idea" Mole drawled at her "heck, guy's let him finish him off it will take less than a second, I sure as hell would be happy about it"
Ignoring mole "answer me Alec?" she shrieked.
Steve looked up at her annoyed gritting his teeth he bitterly answered
"The world doesn't revolve around you were kinda busy at the moment" he grunted in pain as Alec's leg connected with his ribs.
The whole place was dead silent but the fighting sounds Alec and his unit were making. The jam pony messengers including Normal, OC and Sketchy stared in astonishment as Biggs, Chrissy, Lexy and Steve all surrounded Alec who seemed to have calmed down, all in fighting stances.
"Come on Alec, we don't need this now, what we need to do is get out of here, alive, we can deal and sort the stupid fuck out later." Chrissy spoke smoothly desperate to make him see sense. It seemed to work because Alec dropped his fighting stance and looked into the office where Cece's body lay. At that moment they all understood, he blamed himself. Flinging her arms around her hurting CO Chrissy held on to him tightly as she soothed him. The others joined in comforting each other. They were a pack, more important than family, they were one. Nobody understood them the way they understood each other and nobody could come in between them. They stood there huddled together completely oblivious to all the other people around them.