AN: Thanks for the reviews, you guys must be real into it to send me great reviews. It is brought to my attention that you guys got a little confuse on why Alec attack Max. I would tell you why but I'll let you guys figure it out, if you haven't already. Probably once you read this you'll figure it out, if not then you have to wait in later chapters to find out. Honestly, its kind of what I wanted to happen, you're not figuring out why Alec attack Max but I know evenutally you'll figure it out. Anyway, a lot happen in this chapter. I mean a lot. Get a glimpse of Gabe and White encounter, well in this case a lot. Max and Alec as their usual. Anyway, Enjoy.

Max rubs the back of her neck continuously since the attack. It's not like it is sore or anything but she could still feel Alec's hand and breath on it and it just creeps her out. She sort of misses it. She doesn't know what got into Alec well 494. She doesn't know what she did to provoke Alec's inter beast to come out but it must be something she did to cause it, but what?

She waits in the meeting room for the inner circle to show up so they can discuss the news about the four murdered sector cops. She knows none of her people have anything to do with and think that White and his men are up to something but she can't help but wonder how they knew at that time and place the heist was going down. It's too much of a coincidence unless…she doesn't want to think of the alternative. It's White and his men who done this not her people. The door to the room open and everyone starts to pile in, taking their original seat, all but one.

"Where's Alec," she look to Biggs then to the others.

Biggs shrugs his shoulders while the others look around as if they didn't notice.

"He told me to take notes for him," Mole spoke. "Said he wasn't feeling so well," he laugh at that comment but Max knew the real reason.

He was avoiding her because of what happen and who to blame him. Max wasn't quite sure she wanted to see him either but she does want to talk to him about it. She figures she wait and let him come to her when he's ready, but right now they have a meeting to uphold.

"What do you think about the news today," she asks taking her seat.

"I think it's a bunch of bull," Mole announce first.

"We all think that but that's beside the point."

"Do you think White has anything to do with it," ask Dix.

"I know White has something to do with it but I can't but think how he knew we were at the warehouse."

The room went silent. Obviously everyone couldn't answer that question.

"Camera in sewers, monitor us on TV," Joshua said breaking the silence.

"Could have but we check the sewers out already. Plus we have cameras of our own down there. There's no way White would ever go down there without running into us."

The room went silence again.

"I hate to think of the negative here guys but could it be possible that we have a snitch or a spy somewhere among us," Max said. They all look up at her with shock expression. "I know what you're thinking but it is possible for White to get one of our own to go against us," she look directly at Joshua at this and he nod his head in understanding.

"So what you're saying we got a traitor in here telling that ordinary freak where and when we go out," Mole asks.

"Yes that what I'm saying. I mean don't you think it's too much of a coincident for White to be at the same place we just raided. If he isn't getting his information from one of us then who else would kill four cops so brutally and blame us."

"One of us," Joshua said. Everyone look towards him.

"What is did you say big guy?"

"No mistake this time. Like Issac, kill cops for what they did to him back in Manticore. Think he's back at Manticore."

Joshua could have a point there. She knew what Joshua was saying and it could be possible that he's right. Issac went psycho once he got out and went after sector cops, ripping out their tongues, because the guards at Manticore cut his out because he wouldn't stop crying for father. Like Ben, killing innocent people, putting his barcode on their neck, so it would be like he was killing him self. Yes Joshua has a point. And it would certainly rule out the coincident, the brutality, and the sense of it all. But like the others it was just another guess, another alternative.

"If what Joshua is saying is correct then how we to know this psycho transgenic is not in here or on the outside," Biggs asks after the short pauses. "I mean let's face it here, we have over a thousand or so transgenics here it could be any one of us."

"True but who was with us during the raid," Max asks.

"So you really think it's one of us this time," Mole asks.

"I don't know but right now it's our best bet. We can think of other ones once we rule this one out. I think we should start by talking to the ones who were at the heist and then work our way down. Anyone you think might know who have any medical problems or showed any sign of problems. Minx… where's Minx?"

"She had an emergency at the infirmary so she had to miss today's meeting," Mole answered.

"Okay well when you see her tell her we need to know who has been coming in lately with any mental sign or whatever. If she find any just let her write a list and hand it to me or Alec." Everyone nods. "This just a precaution until we find the real criminal behind this. It's better to be safe then anything." Still they agreed with nods.

……

Alec ran his fingers through his hair. What have he done, Max was so piss off at him. His intention wasn't to hurt her. At least that what he thinks, its no telling what his primal self wanted but he saw and felt the need he wanted for Max. What for though? He was mad at Gabe why go after Max. It was so confusing. He walks in the infirmary to see Minx writing something on a clipboard. He walks over to her and lay down on a stretcher in front of her.

"Alec…"

He held up a syringe and held it over his chest. "Do me a favor and push this into my heart would you?"

"And what's the meaning of this," she said putting her hand on her hips smiling while she at.

"It best you kill me then Max."

"And why does Max want to kill you," she snatch the syringe from his hand and he sat up.

"I attack her earlier, well 494 did and she might want to torture me for laying my hands on her."

"Uhm," she said with a finger at her chin. "Do you know what cause 494 to come out?"

"I know I was angry and the next thing I knew I was attacking Max."

"Was it Max that made you angry?"

"No, some old friend of mine from Manticore. Some words were said and I left before there was any contact but found my self going to Max and attack her, for what reason I don't know. So I thought I'll come here and see what the great and wonderful medic has to say about it."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere."

"Loosen up Minx, you should learn to take a compliment every once in a while. Who knows you might even score a male cat some day."

"I'll take that into consideration. Now shut up and let me think here."

"Have I every told you that you and Max act just alike?"

She made a motion of zipping her mouth to Alec to shut him up so she could think. Alec rolls his eyes and looks around the room. He notices a young woman with blonde hair lying on a stretcher but couldn't quite see her face. He was going to go take a look but Minx brought his attention back to her.

"Sometimes with you X-series you go primal when you're in a situation that is too stressful, unwanted, threaten, or react to something that would bring forth your instinct. Like when you were mad at your friend."

"Yeah I was mad at him, I get mad at anyone who rubs me the wrong way but I never resort to 494 before. I would see how I would go after him but Max."

"Well what did "your friend" say, like his exact words?"

Alec could think of his exact words by heart but telling Minx that the reason he was mad at Gabe was because of Max was a little personal. Everyone already thinks they are a couple which they aren't so what's the problem. He can trust Minx.

"Well Minx it was basically about our time in Manticore and sort of relationships."

"Uhm," she thought again.

As she thought, Alec got up from his seat and went over to the stretcher housing the young woman. Finally getting a glance at the woman, he realizes that it is Missy. She lay unmoving on the stretcher in like a deep sleep. Beads of sweats form on her forehead and roll down the side of her face.

"What the matter with Missy," he asks taking a nearby wash cloth and dabbing it across her head.

"Someone brought her in two hours ago like this. He said she was outside his building lying on the ground. I check her vital signs and she have a slight high temperature but that's it."

"Why is she asleep?"

"Could be from the fever, I don't know. I check for any signs of an infection of an open wound, internal bleeding, and broken bone and there is none. I think she might be fighting something inside, something foreign."

"They made us immune to any foreign bacteria or toxin in that matter."

"I know that's why I took a blood sample."

"Anything"

"That's it; I only took a blood sample. We may have medical supplies but we don't have the equipment to analysis the blood. And with new people coming in, some with injuries, we'll soon be out of medical supplies. I thought Max went to that ordinary of hers to ask him about that?"

"She did but I guess he hasn't contacted her yet about it." The room went silent as they watch the sleeping Missy in front of them. Alec berates him self before turning to Minx who was writing something her clipboard again. "If you want I could take the blood sample to Logan and have his friend check over it. He can probably help and figure out why she's like this. And I guess while I'm at it I might as well ask about the medical supplies."

"That would be great," she said before turning around to go get the sample.

Alec turns back to Missy. She doesn't look like she's in any pain so that's a good sign. Missy stirs a little only to move her head to the side, away from him, and went still again. Something caught Alec attention under her shirt and he lean closer to see what it is. Moving the collar of her shirt down to the side a little he could see a fresh bite mark on her shoulder. That didn't surprise him the least since Missy is known to get around but what did surprise him was the smell, the smell of Gabe over her. He shouldn't care because he could've simply be the guy who brought her in or the guy who put the mark on her neck but just because it was Gabe scent Alec couldn't but be annoyed. The guy was here less then a week and he is already marking his territory. He picked up the sound of approaching feet and he removes his hands and stood up straighter when Minx came with the syringe in hand and a piece of folded paper.

"Here you go and I took the liberty in writing a short report of my observation and my diagnosis just in cast he asks."

"Thanks Minx and I will see that he gets this. Also find out about the supplies."

"No thank you Alec."

He smiles at her and with one quick look behind him at Missy, he left the infirmary.

…….

Gabe was inside the training room doing his basic exercises. So far he been in here was over two hours and so far he manage to do ten laps around the room, fifty push up, punch at the punching bag a few times, and now he's doing sit ups. Massive of sweat cover his shirtless chest, neck and face but he doesn't stop. Because he is in the zone and when he is in the zone, he thinks, he strategize, and he flashback to varies event in his life. Right now he is flashing back to how he got here and how he came to meet Ames White.

He was hanging out at a tavern outside the city of Seattle enjoying his whiskey and the red head dancing in front of him. Though he barely paid her any tension due to a guy every now and then glance at him with interest. He was going to ignore the guy but his super sense kept picking up on the guy's eyes watching him. He would go up to the guy and remove those stalking eyes but he was suppose to be laying low and taking some guy's eyes out would draw in some attention. Once he had enough, he threw a couple of buck to the red head and head out the door but that didn't mean he didn't pick up on the guy from the tavern following him. Once out the door he turns around to find two guys instead of one. That didn't surprise the least but his attention was drawn from the two guys to the voice that called out his designation behind him.

"Hello X5-568."

The guy behind him was a high class kind of guy with a tailor suit. With a cheap smile, 568 was jump from behind and push to the ground. He had to use all his strength to lift himself, along with two guys on his back, up and on his feet. The two guys circle him until they were in front of him and behind him. On cue they came at him at the same time. Blocking the high kick from the person in front of him, he was kicked in the side by the other. He had to draw back from another kick to avoid a punch aiming at his face. They was on him like flies but had his fair share of punches and kicks but some how his comebacks didn't faze them much. He was back on the ground when one kicks him on the head and the stomach when the other swept his legs from right under him. From there everything was a blur. He was engulfed in blinding pain all over his body as they attack him while he was down. He could actually taste blood in his mouth and some broken ribs when they were through with him. He could barely see out of his swollen eyes when the man in the tailor suit crouches over him. The man was nothing but a silhouette when darkness took over.

When he opens his eyes for the first time since the attack, he finds him self in a white room with monitors hook to him. A man in a white doctor coat hover over him as he check the machines hooked up to him. He tried to move but his wrists and ankles were strapped down to the gurney he was lying on.

"I wouldn't bother trying to move, it's pointless," said a voice to the side of him. When he turns his head to see, it was the tailor suit guy. He stops his movement not because the man told him to but because the IV in his hand and inner elbow jarred painfully when he moves. "How do you feel for a one night rest?"

He looks at the man stun at this information. A day rest, that didn't make any sense. Surely those two guys beat him to a pout, which with his super self healing would take him a week at least to heal but a day. It seems like the man picked up on his shock reaction and went on talking.

"We helped you out a little in making you better…"

"I guess I should thank you but oh wait you was the ones who put me in this room," 568 felt he had to say something at that point. If he couldn't hit him he could at least retort with some words.

"Sorry about that but my men could get a little carried away sometimes."

568 snorted at that. They got carried away but you didn't do anything to stop them.

"My name is Ames White and I brought you here to help you help me."

"Why would I help you?"

"I know you been watching the news, the slaughter of your kind have to have an effect on you don't it? I mean you're out in the world but being the super genetic being you are, you can't help but wonder where the others are?" 568 didn't say anything. "Your kind is dying out there and they're running out there like a bunch of chickens with their head cut off."

"Don't underestimate them White, my kind may be dying out there but they have enough to handle their own."

"Right but you came from a world where orders are meant to be taken. In this world there's no order therefore nothing to go by. Since that last order to scatter and find ground your kind have nothing to do but to stay low. But that isn't good enough since they are being hunted and killed. They need a leader, 568."

"And that's where you come in I guess. You brought me here to what tell you where they're hiding so you can take them back to Manticore. Who do you think I am?"

"I was really thinking about you leading them and me and my kind helping you."

"Yeah right"

"I read your file 568, you excel in all your training and exceptional in your missions and classes. You would be great to lead your people."

"And you and your kind?"

"Well to help find you and your people a better place to live and live as a family as on, where your kind won't die out."

"There's a catch somewhere in there?"

"That it is. If I should help you, you have to help me. I read about your kind and your DNA is remarkable. I've been trying to duplicate Manticore work but my men our stupid to say at least. I want to study you DNA to see what I'm doing wrong."

"And that's it? Find me and mine kind a home while in return you want to study our DNA to build a set of prefect soldiers of your own. It's kind of too much on mine side don't you think?"

"I am just a mere scientist trying to make a difference in the world. With your DNA it could help ordinary people with diseases or regenerate bone structure, the works."

568 didn't say anything. This seem all too unreal to him and he doesn't like to be played with.

"I'll give you time to think about it but time is a wasting. Your kind won't last much longer." Ames went to a square box on the wall and pushes a button. "I need two of my men to take 568 to a room in twenty minutes."

"Yes sir," said a voice through the box.

"In the mean time rest up and think real hard about my offer, I'll come and see you soon."

With that Ames left.

Gabe left his sit ups to go to a bar and start doing some pull ups. He's almost up to three and a half hours but it only feels like he just started his workout. While doing his pull ups, he went back to his zone.

568 find him self hand cuff to a steel chair in the middle of a room in front of a table. Two weeks have pass and they have yet to feed him or spoken to him. He wasn't much affected by the lack of nutrient. Being a transgenic he can last without eating for a week but two was pushing his limit. Yet he is not showing any sign of fatigue or starvation. He has notice his hearing and eyes sight have enhance a little, even his body mass when he spends his time doing routine workout in his holding room. All that and along with his super healing was troubling him. This isn't natural for a transgenic. The door to the room opens and in walks Ames White. He held a plate of food in his hand along with a folder. The two goons from that night at the tavern walk in behind him. Taking a seat, Ames pushes the food in front of 568 and opens the folder in front of him self.

"Gee White I almost thought you forgot about me. Thanks for food though. If I could just…oh wait that's right you chain me to the chair. Sorry but I can't enjoy this wonderful meal you offer me."

"Have you thought about my offer 568?"

"Yeah I thought about it."

"What do you say, do we have a deal?" 568 didn't say anything. White looks up from the folder and look at him. "Have you ever wondered why you feel so different or what's happening to you in the last two weeks?"

"It has crossed my mind."

"When we brought you in you were a mess. You had two broken ribs, broken nose, bruises all over you, swollen eyes, the work but I gave you a concoction that I've been working on for some time now. Did you ever wonder how my guys beat you so good, with you being a transgenic?" Still no answer form 568. "Ever wonder why you're not hungry after not eating for two weeks, 568?"

"What did you do to me?"

"I found your friends, 568. They all resident in Seattle in a place call Terminal City. The place is surrounded by the National Guard and the feds, even protesters. They all been sneaking into the city unnoticed but a few have been caught and kill."

"What did you do to me?"

"I made you stronger that what I did. And right now strength is all you need to go in unnoticed and help your people. They are getting weak and the person they got now leading them isn't so good if she get keep getting your kind killed. You can make them stronger like you once you in. Take the role of leadership and lead your people to survival. They don't have long before the National Guard will storm in there and kill them all. The leader they have now is telling them to hide but with you as their leader, you can tell them to fight. With the help of my concoction, you have a chance to survive. What do you say?"

568 thought it over. What is there to lose anyway? His people need him to lead them, they need order. Plus with White's little mixture his people can be stronger unlike how they were in Manticore. They were all weak in his eyes. This would ensure them his abilities is useful and needed. And who did White say was leading them, a woman. No wonder they are dying. A woman has no place in leadership in his eyes. He could do this.

"Alright I'm in."

"Good choice."

"Who is this woman leading them anyway?"

"Her designation is 452."

'452 that 09er is leading his people,' he thought to himself. "Pathetic, that traitor has no right to be leading a city full of transgenic."

"My thoughts exactly but she does have someone of equal status like you to help her, Aa transgenic known as 494."

"494," he almost shouted.

"Yeah you heard of him I presume?"

"Yeah I heard of him and believe he has nothing on me. Those two are a worst excuse of perfectly good genes. They have no right being head of a city of transgenics."

"All the best for you to take over but if we're going to do this we have to this clean. You sneak in and over thrown the chain of command, then we'll come and sneak your kind out safely without any blood shed."

"Give me time to work my magic, let me get in first and see what I am working with, and then I'll get back to you and see how to get you guys in."

"Good." White signal to one of the guys behind him to unchain 568 and he stood up to leave. "Eat up 568; you have a big day ahead of you. I'm planning on sending you out tomorrow to sneak in. The sooner we start the better."

569 nods his eat and begin to eat the food on the plate. Smiling for what await for him tomorrow. He can't wait to see the look on 494's face when he sees him.

Gabe let go of the bar with a big smile on his face. His plan is well on its way he just needs to figure out how to get rid of the two rogues leading this city. He went over to his bag lying on the floor by the climbing rope and opens it. Inside he pulls out a vile with clear yellowish liquid in it and a syringe. Filling some of the liquid into the syringe, he stuck his arm with the needle and watch with satisfaction as the liquid disappears.

AN: So what do you think? Confusing still or you think you got it? Let me know in you reviews.