Joining Forces and Making Plans

Fidget complained about going back into cryo-sleep, but he talked her into it being the best thing. Now he was wandering the Corridors again, looking at the scanner that showed him where the rest of the Council members are. He glanced up as he turned a corner that he knew Asazi was waiting around.

"Once again, I catch you just walking around. Is there something that I can help you with?" She crossed her arms, frowning. The crossbow at her side was loaded and set, which led him to believe that she was expecting a fight.

"No, Asazi, there is nothing you can help me with, unless..." He over exaggerated tilting his head to the side, hoping she would either get the hint, or ask a question.

"Unless what, Blur? If you think I'm going to give you anything, then you can just jump out of an airlock."

"What? No, I wasn't thinking that at all. I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind going on the next mission with me."

"X is planning another mission for you? Didn't he say that you weren't to go on any missions until he deemed that you were fit enough to go? If I remember correctly, he didn't grant you any permission. And don't even open your mouth to lie. You are starting to remind me of someone I once knew... the same person you killed."

"You still have feelings for him, don't you? How can you still care about someone who is dead?"

"I just do. And my feelings are none of your business."

"Then if they're none of my business, come by my quarters later, and we can talk." He walked past her then, once again not looking back to see her expression.

Quake was easy enough to find, since where ever he went, there were small shock waves that could only have come from how fat he was. The fat janitor was in the mess hall, scarfing down on chicken wings and French fries. Alex was disgusted at how much and how fast the food was being consumed. He actually stood in the doorway, just watching Quake for a little bit. He decided he knew the mans' weakness... food, or lack of it.

Turning from the doorway he came face to face with Gangrene.

"Blur, what are you doing, moving about? Dr. X said that you were to remain in your quarters."

"Professor Gangrene, I'm sure Dr. X just meant that I should not be going on missions and the like. I believe he wouldn't mind if I just walked about the ship."

"He told me that even walking around could open up the wounds again."

"He forgets how resilient I am. I believe I won't have a problem just walking about." He moved around the professor at that time, heading to find either Colin or Mary, or both. It seemed that the whole Council knew about what happened in his fight against Brandon… and how badly he lost. Least he wasn't dead.

"Tempest? You in here?"

Goggles with the amplified magnification looked over the side of Alex's motorcycle. Green eyes blinked a few times. "Blur, yeah, over here. I was just making modifications to your motorcycle with Colin's help."

The teen looked over the motorcycle with matching blue eyes. He smirked, and then looked back to his work.

"Wow, council mechanic and engineer. What modifications are you guys doing? I hope something that can actually be used."

"Yeah, it can be used. Just adding an EMP launcher, rocket launcher, and a sub-machine gun. Because of all the additional firepower, I had to add another wheel with a hump over both back tires. Everything will fold out on arms and then fire. I just need to add the triggers to your helmet."

"Then come by later with your tools. You too, Colin, and bring your mother."

The two boys sat on the floor in his quarters, and Alex sat on the couch, watching them. He sat without the headgear or mask, since he had something planned for when Asazi and Mary came in.

"No, if you do it those ways, then the attachment won't connect properly. See... there, it connects, and . . . haha! Targeting system is active, and so are the triggers."

"Now we have to fine tune it to his brainwaves." Colin replied, smiling.

The door slide open, and Asazi and Mary walked in, talking quietly. Neither of them looked at Alex. They sat in the chairs across from him, as though this was a meeting of some kind.

"Holy Shit-Alex?" Mary said, reaching for her gas gun. Asazi raised her crossbow. Alex looked up from his game of cards on the coffee table.

"Nice to see both of you again."

Asazi blinked, taking in first Blurs black and gold uniform, then Alex's lightly scarred face. "How the hell? Unless this is X's idea of a sick joke, it's not funny at all."

"I know it's not funny. But I'm really here."

"Good, then you can die." Mary raised her gun up, changing from the gas to actual rounds.

"Mary, realize it was your fault in the first place back at Graduation. You got me drunk."

Mary stared, wide-eyed. The gun dropped, clattering to the floor. "Wha-what?! You can't prove anything."

Alex shrugged, picking up the deck of cards again. "I don't have too." He put the cards back in their box, and sat up, facing the women. "There is a reason why I called you both here."

"Then start talking." Both women said, each clearly not happy about the current situation.

Alex detailed to them something similar to his plan, and that would take out Gangrene and Quake for him. Colin agreed to talk to Dorian, and get him on their side. It seemed as though things would go smoothly, the only problem was that Alex had yet to talk to Grey. He needed to go on a mission for that to happen, and to find where the doctor was. That would take some deception on his part. Currently, with his still healing buck-shot wounds from Brandon, he couldn't do anything more than walk around the ship. X was watching him like a hawk, preventing him from putting even one toe off the ship. Did he suspect something? That was possible.

The two female assassins left, and so did Tempest and Colin, leaving the ex-athlete to his own thoughts and delusions. He had rewrapped the head wrap around his face, pulling the mask into place. He could be someone else for a little bit… A killer, fearless and deadly. What would they think of him if he showed up on their doorstep, asking for information? He couldn't go that route, they would shoot him on sight. Then what? Disguise as a member? Torture a man into giving up all the secrets that the Resistance had? Why didn't he just use his own code words and get in that way. Not to lie about who he was, but to be who he was. Lie to them that Alex Mann was still alive…

He got to his feet, pacing around the couch and chairs, thinking. What could he do? What had he done? What was left undone? He paused in front of the huge windows that graced one whole wall of his quarters. The clouds drifted by serenely, causing turmoil to build up within him. What was he going to do? There was something out there, waiting for him to do something. But what ever that was, it was invisible.