Chapter 6: And finally the ass kicking!

Christian fell backwards in a spiral at the impact of Alec's fist. He stood up, taking a wheezing breath to try and recover from the powerful blow from the transgenic. "What the hell is this?" he choked out.

"You were wrong again," Alec informed the man with a grin. "I'm not a hit man either. Geez, give me some credit! I've got good looks, brains, mad fighting skills, …you know, I'm really good with women, too-"

Max interrupted his speech with a hard kick at Christian's temple, rendering him unconscious. "Might want to rethink that last talent," she remarked, rolling her eyes at Alec.

"Hey! I was in the middle of a conversation with that guy!" Alec complained. Since Max didn't look the least bit bothered by his concerns, he just shrugged it off. "Fine! I wouldn't cut you off like that. It's rude. But fine."

Max ignored him and instead made a fighting stance as more men approached.

"What the hell is goin on here?" one asked, coming up to Alec.

"We were having a conversation when Kendra decided she'd heard enough. Isn't that right, babe?" Alec motioned to her with a rough and swift tap on her butt.

She turned her fighting stance toward Alec, glaring at him. "We're not under cover anymore, idiot!" She tried to slap him but was thrown off balance by a punch that one of the men aimed at her abdomen.

"Well now I guess we aren't!" Alec complained while defending Max by punching the guy back.

"I can handle it!" Max said angrily, beating the guy harder as she tried to get Alec to quit fighting the man. He was hers as far as she was concerned.

"Hey, do you two really need to argue about this?" Logan threw in, getting frustrated himself. "Come on! That guy was just random! You still need to get the others! Besides… he's already out. You don't need to keep hitting him!"

Max answered Logan by punching the man again. "I got it covered, Logan, like I said!"

Alec laughed.

"What?" Max demanded.

"Well, Logan's got a point there. I mean. The guy was out after I hit him the first time."

"He was not!" Max insisted.

"Guys!" Logan tried to get their attention again.

"I really think he was," Alec continued to argue with Max.

"Then explain to me why he was coming at me still!" Max argued.

"We don't know if he was coming at you or not, Max. You hit the guy so fast that no one could tell-"

"Whatever. I had to finish your guy for you. Can't you get the job done, Alec?" she asked him with testy eyes.

"I think I got your job done well enough, didn't I?"

"Guys!!" Logan repeated.

"You know, this entire evening I've been trying to restrain myself from ripping your pretty little head right off your neck!" Max admitted.

"What are you saying, Maxie? You find me attractive?" Alec asked her with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

"What I'm saying is that I'm starting to lose my patience," Max threatened him.

"You're telling me you had some to begin with?" Alec joked sarcastically.

Max narrowed her glare at him. "Seriously, you must get off by making me furious. Why else would you piss me off so much?"

"Maybe I'm just bored," Alec suggested. "Or better yet, maybe you get upset too easily. Manticore would really have changed their opinion of you if you'd shown this sort of lacking control back in training."

"Maybe," Max argued, "It's just that when someone is a pain in your ass for so long, you can't help but bitch once in a while."

"Once in a while?" Alec asked her with a slight laugh.

"Guys!!!" Logan yelled as gunshots came their way.

Max pushed Logan out of harm's way just in time. "Logan, are you okay?" she asked, remembering that there was another ass to kick besides Alec's.

Alec looked at the gunman in mock surprise. "What the hell was that for?" he asked before ducking to safety behind a thick metal pole for cover from a flying wall of bullets coming at him.

"You done signed your own death warrant!" was the verbal answer, along with another row of bullets.

Max moved to take the gunman out once she realized Logan was okay. She successfully knocked the gun out of his hands, but unfortunately found herself cornered as she heard a gun cock directly behind her head.

"Damnit!" she complained. She knew she could move quick enough to avoid any problems, but that wasn't why she was pissed. She was looking with a sour face at her blonde wig that was previously on top of her head, now laying on the floor directly at her feet. It had fallen off when she'd moved faster than any normal person could to knock the gun out of the man's hands in front of her.

The guy behind her mistook her frustration as his own success. "That's right, pretty thing. You're done playing Tough Chick for the night. You know as a girl you could never win here." He took a moment to admire the view he had of her backside. "Damn, you're pretty nice, but I preferred the wig on. Now put your hands up and turn around slowly."

Max glared for a second before throwing her hands up in a mock surrender. She followed his instruction it seemed by slowly turning to face him with a defeated look on her face. "Gee, I guess you beat me!" she said in mock surrender.

"Yea, that's right," he answered, momentarily thrown by the even better front view.

"But one thing you got wrong," she told him, still holding a prisoner's stance.

"Oh?" he asked. "And what's that?"

"Girls kick ass."

He responded by laughing.

She smiled mischievously as she formed a fist in the air and brought it crashing into his face in one swift movement. It all went so quickly that neither he, nor the other man could react. "Says so on a T-shirt!" she finished as she knocked him out.

She turned to get the other one only to see Alec with a deep grin set on his face, standing over the now unconscious man. "You took him, too?" she complained.

"Man! That guy was right about one thing!" he remarked, ignoring her comment.

"And what's that?" she asked, as if she had a choice. He was going to tell her regardless of whether she wanted to hear it or not.

"Your hair," Alec said, wincing as he looked at it. "I definitely prefer the wig."

Max frowned. "Well I prefer you with your head bashed in, but we don't always get what we want, do we?"

Alec mocked concern at her statement. "Maxie…you know, you really have a lot of violent fantasies. Did it ever occur to you that it's probably not that healthy for you to overreact like that?"

"Did it ever occur to you that you're a pain in the ass?" she returned.

They both found their attentions diverted to the sound of clapping a hundred feet away.

"Bravo!" one of the 2 remaining mobsters said as he finished clapping. The other one was holding Logan hostage, one hand holding a gun to Logan's head and the other one clamped over Logan's mouth so that he couldn't speak. Logan was trying to anyway, though, but all that came out were muffled shouts.

"Logan!" Max called, inwardly cursing herself for her lack of focus.

"Now," the mobster said, holding a gun pointed at her. "I don't know what the hell you two are, but I am fairly certain that this guy here," he said, motioning to Logan, "Is over powered in this situation. And I'm also fairly certain that you all are working together. Now, you just rendered my best hit man, Christian, worthless for the remainder of the evening, and probably 2 months with the broken bones you left him with. Which for a hit man, really means life since all that time not staying in shape ruins your game when you're at your prime."

"Well I'm fairly certain," Max interrupted him, "That if you know what's good for you, you will hand over Logan calmly and quietly. Unless you want your face to resemble his." She motioned to the first man she'd attacked and punched more than necessary whose face looked more like fruit pulp than human.

The mobster laughed. "I don't think you're assessing the situation correctly, girlie. I have someone you value. If you don't do what I say, he dies. That's it. You don't have any other options."

"I'm no girlie," she argued, "And I think you're underestimating the two of us here."

"Max," Alec breathed, trying to speak so that only she could hear him.

"What?" she asked, not moving her eyes from Logan or the mobster.

"That guy is the one in charge. Christian or whatever was just a cover all this time. This is the man we need to take out- permanently," Alec told her.

"Come on, what are you two whispering over there?" the mobster shouted. "Here's what you're going to do for me. You two seem capable enough, so you're going to take care of that old woman and her security and retrieve my package. And if I don't have it in one hour, your friend here dies, on the spot."

"What the hell kind of compromise is that?" Max asked him.

"Seems like somebody failed Bargaining 101," Alec added with a smirk. "Fine, we'll do it your way."

"What?!" Max asked, turning her full attention to Alec now. "You can't be serious! And anyway, what do you think you're doing, answering for me?"

Alec shrugged. "Listen, Maxie. We don't really have any other choice, it's just like he said. So let's just do what he says."

"You want me to kill an innocent old woman?" Max asked him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Alec frowned, being completely serious. "Max, what's one old woman to Logan. It's a fair trade if you ask me."

"Now we're talking," the mobster put in. "One hour," he reminded them. "Starting now."

Max held her stare with Alec long enough to realize what was going on. She calmly turned back to the mobster. "Fine. We'll be back in an hour. And he had better still be breathing- for your own sake."

The two transgenics walked slowly toward the door of the establishment, which by now was obviously owned by the mobster, judging from the clients' reactions which didn't seem at all surprised at the man's request. Max lifted her hand to seemingly grab the door, but really it was a hand signal that Alec noted immediately.

Both turned and ran toward the two men before anyone could do anything.

They came at the men, running at their top speed while still following their hand signals. Both came at the main mobster, one on either side. Max faked a punch at his head. The man ducked, as expected. Really, she wanted him to move his head so that she and Alec could connect hands to do a double team maneuver.

Using the other transgenic for balance, they pushed off each other and made spiral kicks at the gunman, Alec knocking the gun clear out of the guy's hands, and Max loosening his grip on Logan enough for an easy escape.

Then, Max pushed off Alec, leaping into the air before holding her foot out to come landing right into the main mobster's crouching leg with a crushing blow. Alec and Logan both winced as they heard the man's bone crush underneath Max's foot.

The man fell to the floor immediately as Max finished with a powerful punch right between his eyes.

a/n: thanks for reading! Sorry that this update took longer than I wanted. There is only one more chapter! I tried to finish it with 6, but I realized I needed 7 to finish it the right way. This ch wasn't that funny, my apologies, curse those plots! anyway, this is going to have a nice happy ending, so... see you at 7 (and the ending!)