So another one in the Anger 'verse. Hope you enjoy, it's slightly longer than the others, but not the worse for it I hope.
Let me check my calendar!
The battle was furious, raging around them in a symphony of dull thuds as fists met flesh, low grunts and growls of frustration, when once again neither side was quite able to gain the upper hand. Around twenty transgenics were facing the same number of familiars in a dark alley just outside terminal city. While the main fight was centred around the delivery the transgenics had been awaiting and which the familiars had been wanting to stop, the leaders of the two factions were engaged in a vicious hand to hand battle a fair bit away and out of earshot.
With a grunt of effort, Ames White swung at Max's head in an effort to subdue her long enough to drag her sorry ass away and finish her off.
"So, you going to the meeting on Tuesday?" Max' words were in direct contradiction to her actions as she blocked her adversary's punch and landed one of her own that sent him crashing into a nearby dumpster.
"Hey! Watch the suit. And no, I'm kinda busy on Tuesday. Plus, who wants to be in a room with that lunatic and her lunatic patients?" He charged at Max and tackled her, throwing them both into the wall behind her. Moments later, they broke apart and faced off again.
"Yeah, know what you mean. Considering she's being paid to listen, you might as well talk to the wall, gets about the same reaction." Max aimed a kick at Ames' head.
Ducking slightly, Ames felt the kick go wild and punched Max's midriff, while sniggering. Affecting a high soprano he mocked: "You're only imagining the thousand-year conspiracy, Ames. How would she know. That's the whole point of being a secret society."
Max blocked his punch and answered: "If you went around telling everybody, you might as well take a full-page ad in the newspaper." Her next punch connected and sent him twisting away, but not before kicking her legs out from under her.
"Maybe we should really shock her and bring her proof. See if she has hysterics."
"Yeah, you could bring your lizard man and I'll bring Butch and they can duke it out in the waiting room."
A flurry of blows preceded their next exchange of words.
"It needs redecorating anyway. Plus, added bonus we could show up the next lesson and pretend it never happened and that she had just imagined it all." Max twisted Ames' arm behind his back in an effort to break it, only to receive a kick in the knee in return.
"Bad transgenic! Messing with your shrinks head like that. So Tuesday's out. How about Wednesday?"
Dimly they heard the battle trailing off behind them and redoubled their efforts to finally finish off their counterpart.
"Wednesday is good. Around two works best."
Ames swung once again and received a kick in the face to reward his efforts. When he shook off the effects he saw that Max had once again pulled a disappearing act, as had her colleagues down the road, taking the delivery with them.
Muttering to himself, Ames walked over to his minions, when he heard a whisper from the dark.
"See ya Wednesday, Ames. Your turn to bring the popcorn."
Shaking his head, he strove to hide his grin, all the while thinking that while he hated that darn female with every fibre of his being, it certainly made going to the shrink more enjoyable.