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Season 4 ep. 13
Alec POV
"Wakey, wakey 494." it was followed by a hard right hook. My left cheek was now throbbing in pain. "Painful?" he asked though rhetorically, "Awesome." I muttered out. I would have tongued the bruise but didn't want to aggravate it in front of White. Didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain…okay, anymore than I was already in, I amended.
My Manticore training kicked in, I began to ask myself the necessary questions. What did he want? Information? He had my phone for that…Person of interest? Max…? I'd never let him…Didn't know. What I did know was that I was in a 12 by 18 foot room. The two windows were blacked out so I didn't know if it was a story up or ten stories up. Not something I'd want to go jumping out of without forethought.
Testing my wrists and ankles I found them to be shackled with wide cuffs. The width about an inch and a half thick…to thick to try and break free without breaking something of my own in the process. I looked to see they had screws with wall wing fasteners fastened on them, though not very tightly on there. Stupid familiars and their egos, they didn't see me as threat enough to tighten the wall wings.
However they prevented the screwed cuffs from coming off me. The cuffs were wired to a spring mattress…. sans the comfy mattress material it usually provided. They stripped it off…fuckers. "I should be surprised…" I state thoughtfully… "But I'm not." I met his eyes briefly before scanning further. My guess was the five 'badly sci-fi' dressed people in the room weren't a welcoming committee for me.
"More fans huh?" I smirked out sarcastically remembering some of my words from when we first met. "I just keep getting more and more popular huh? You think it's my bright personality? My sunny disposition? Or maybe my perky nipples." Two people in the room grunted their own little curses at me. I didn't care…let them be pissed. I smirked in ease, despite everything.
White smiled, "Lets see if your smirk survives this." He paused for a moment, "Oh and ah feel free to scream like the inhuman animal that you are." I looked over, recognizing the machine he had carted into the room. I sighed in irritation, electro shock. Now that I looked at the cuffs, the wires from the springs to the cuffs…fuck…it was the only thing to cross my mind before the first shock went through. I could barely suppress the shout in my throat.
More training kicked in…they wanted information. They had to. But what? "Tell us…" White walked up to me. I looked up breathing heavier. "You've become somewhat close with 452 since Eyes Only's departure." He stated, merely looked annoyed, "Give her up along with all of the other mutants and you get a free trip to Canada." I started to laugh in his face.
No one seemed to get that I was laughing at them, "Seriously?" I asked. He nodded in affirmation. "I'm a transgenic NOT a familiar. I'm not that damned dumb." The familiars in the room twitched. They were ready to make a hat out of my ass. "Don't tell me someone grew an actual heart and decided to stay. Touching." White mocked, hand to his own heart in fake joy. "Believe what you want. Doesn't matter to me." I replied casually, with a flick of my wrists.
Not happy he cranked it up again, a little higher this time. I couldn't stop the yelp of pain that erupted from my throat. Damned familiars. They knew we had a higher threshold of pain than normal humans. And they were using it to their full advantage. Nearly ten rounds at 115 to 150 volts later, my body was ready for its first pass out. I was fighting through closing my eyes and just resting.
Once again the same demand as the last several shocks. "Give them up 494 and this can all be over with." the thought of giving up Max, our baby, let alone anyone else…I raised my head up shakily in defiance. I couldn't even keep the shakes from my body at this point how bad was that? "You know after all this time I think the stress of the job might be getting to you, agent White." He looked to me. I then told him to go screw himself, he shocked me again. "Answer me!" he demanded.
"What part of 'screw you' did you not get the first time?" I glared at him as I spat in anger. Rage hit White where it hurt the most as the next shock round did in fact knock me out. He must have given me a few minutes to recover cause I ended up lapsing into a memory from back at Manticore. Back when Deck was still in charge, back before Max entered my life…
I had just been released from Pys Ops. They had me interrogate a prisoner. His eyes were swollen shut. I remembered it was training we were supposed to do. Be the torturerand the tortured. You eventually learn that neither is truly fun unless the person being tortured was cruel and sadistic. I was told he was. His jaw was long ago broken. My fist was slick with his blood.
Smudges of it on my face from where the blood literally splashed from the impact of my fist on him to my face. It was a sick sense of satisfaction to know I was beating on a sadistic man. He talked after I had broken him, but I still beat him a little more. Just so he'd know there were people out there who could hurt him to. The guy had thought he was invulnerable…he had thought wrong.
When it was done Deck came in. I was cautious still of having my Commanding Officer on deck – no pun intended – my body automatically went to the 'attention' position. "At ease soldier." He surveyed my work, "Good job." I nodded at the praise. Everyone knew that since his rumored 'favorite' group broke out he felt the rest of us lacked something they had.
It stung deep down, so praise from him was a rarity. In our line of work, with our training, excellence was not only expected, it was a given. But if not, and if you didn't have a legitimate reason why things didn't go right or according to plan, there was something wrong with you. No room for failure. So praise was fucking rare, "I guess some of your twins traits are within you to." My face shot to him before I could control the movement of my head.
I didn't want to go back to psy-ops. "Sir." The tone nearly begs for him to take it back, to NOT send me to psy-ops. He looked to me, "It came in handy." A praise yet again…even if it did come in the form of my dead serial twin. "That darkness rises in all transgenics and transhumans alike, but yours, it allows you to go the extra mile." He faced me as I turned to face him.
"Darkness can be used for good, it's what we are here for." He indicates the Manticore walls. "To fight fire with fire. Now…clean it up." he dismissed me. The smell of salts used to wake people up as I came to. "Don't tell me that's all you've got?" White mocked…yet again. "I've been busy lately." I excused lazily. Putting on a more narcissistic approach to my attitude.
So what if they thought I didn't care. As long as they didn't get close to what they wanted I was okay…as long as Maxie and the baby are fine…I don't care. Just don't let them near her or the baby… "Sorry I don't have the need to deal with mindless torture from psychopaths." My tone went bored and lax. I firmly decided to dig deep inside to find my inner "Ben".
How sick is it that I have to find him to beat White's torture? Or was it always there? A part of me denied it so I could feel more like myself and less like him. "But seriously I am sorry." I told White. Surprised and shocked by the weird admission he walked his pristine shoes fore ward, grabbed my slightly sweaty hair – thanks to all the torture mind you - grinding it back into the springs.
His faces inches from mine in a more than cunning way, "Say it again you transgenic scum. I want to hear what you're sorry for. Existing maybe?" he grinned eagerly. Smug face…my eyes meet his, smiling. Even I knew I had a sadistic smile on. But I wanted to wipe that look from his face. "I'm sorry…you're such a sad bunch of psychopaths that you need to tie me down with wires and thick cuffs to beat me…a mere transgenic." rage entered his features.
I knew it would rile him up since he thought me and mine were scum, animals, the lowest on the food chain. Yet he had the lowest cuffed with several familiars in the room. "I mean that's what I am right?" he jaw tightened, "At least that's what you believe. You don't want to hear how much better we really are than you and yours. How much more 'human' we are. And yeah we feel the burden of pain but at least we can feel." White rage burned behind his retinas.
"And while we're at it…" I looked at the machine he'd been using on me before meeting his eyes, "Your little machine thing, why don't you turn it up a notch." I rotated my wrists in a show of endurance when really I was testing them for strength. The right one was getting loose. Probably from all the jiggling I was doing to it during my struggle these past few shocks. "Last few tickled a little."
My face took over a stony, calm expression. It said 'We both know I'm fucking right on it all', "There's a word for people like you White…. coward." slam. His fist leaves my head to collide into my face so hard I was seeing fucking stars. My eyes followed what looked like a tweety bird before I felt the burn in my cheek take away the illusion my brain provided.
Though I was having a 'common knowledge' flash back trying to remember what TV show I saw the birdie from. However the burning anger in my cheek prevented further thoughts from progressing. At least the pain fueled my desire to stay coherent. It helped me. Smiling out through bloodied teeth I tease him, "I notice there's no denial from your end." I can taste my blood on my tongue.
Not liking it so much I spit it out, like a weakness, onto the side seeing it land near his pristine black shoes before facing White's smug grin again. "I would spit on you but it'd be a waist of good saliva." His grin disappeared and was replaced with anger. Back hand. Pain…even worse now that I've pissed him off. But I had to. An angry enemy is an enemy that has the right chemicals blocking even his ability to think straight.
He makes a mistake. Unshackling my left arm he twists and pulls, dislocating my
shoulder. I scream out in pain. Or it could just piss him the hell off! "Tell me what I want to know 494 or your going to have a long night." So it's night time out. Maxie will definitely be looking for me. "Or is it still day time?" Seeing his mistake – or he's trying to fuck with my head – probably the latter – he throws in daytime to. "Tell me something 494 why are you still here? There's nothing here for you."
I was guessing curiosity got him to asking that. Either that or he had other alternative reasons. "We're a community. Unlike you and yours we actually care when someone gets hurt or worse, killed. Were not mindless animals." he nearly snorts at that. "You are made up of animals." he sneered, "So are humans, so are you. We're all a part of the animal kingdom. Or did you skip that class?" I asked. He went to retort but I beat him to the punch.
"Just face the facts, we may not have your pain threshold but in so many ways were better than you are and THAT'S why you hate us so much. You can't stand to come in second. Not to humans, not to us. Or maybe its cause you're dad created us." White flinched, "Even your dad saw something your 'conclave' didn't. We are the better survival species. We've beaten you once before and whatever you're planning next we'll beat you down again."
I have no idea what they've got planned next but my words did their job. He got pissed off again. Prompting him to shock me again. The pain seemed never ending for those several long ass seconds. Letting up he asked, "One last time…" he spat out in a bored irritated tone, "For the love of – NO! God how dumb can you guys be to not get it the first dozen times?!" I looked around at them all. Pissed as fucking hell, just itching to put me down for good.
I had to laugh at this whole thing. "What makes you think I'd really turn my back on my own kind? It's like saying you'd turn your back on your familiar freaks to…" I had to think of something so ridiculous to get my point across. The thought of Max entered my head and a bright smile came to my lips. "It's like turning your back on them…"I indicated to the familiars behind him, "To shake up with M – 452."
I nearly bit my own lip at my slip. He didn't need to know Max's name. The less he knew, no matter how insignificant it might be the better. He fueled with rage and came up the extra small space just to punch – very ridiculous looking but very effective – my shoulder. The pain was getting worse…mind numbing was more the word here. He was now close…a bit to close.
His cohorts wouldn't be able to hear him at his range. His words as he slammed his palm flat against the springs were only heard due to my transgenic hearing. A regular human at all the torture wouldn't have been able to understand 'no' from 'yes'. "Tell me something 494…" I looked him in the eyes, "Is that bitch really worth this? Your 'summer fling' as you yourself put it?"
That was just it… "She's worth everything…you flaming dick. I'm grateful to have her even in my life." Probably said too much here, at least if his expression was anything to go by. Had to re - route this to be more on me. Maybe… "But hey since were getting down to brass tactics about this…" White looked me dead in the eyes, "Wanna know something about me." he looked bored.
"There's a lot about me that 452 doesn't know- AND never will but since I'm gonna die up in here anyways – and we both know you'll kill me when this is all over with, so what the hell – I might as well let it all out." White look particularly intrigued. "Manticore was pretty damned bad…all the rigorous training, psy-ops, all that messed up BS…but it wasn't all bad. 452 missed out on the formative training. The missions weren't always as bad as some were made out to be." He looked off.
Like I was being lead somewhere else but didn't know where, "I actually enjoyed some of my missions. Some of my kills. They were bad guys. Anyone would enjoy getting rid of another scum bag. I know I did." I smiled at him as if he were going to be my next target. "But if 452 were to ever learn about it…" if Max ever found out how I actually enjoyed some of my missions for Manticore…
"She, along with a lot of people that I care about and think I'm a regular 'Joe transgenic' would hate me." I sincerely hoped she wouldn't though…not that I'd ever tell her…or should I…getting back on track here. "Probably as much as they hate you." I summed up for him. He merely smiled, "So she'd hate one of her own over her worst enemy…" I could see he pretended to think on it.
"Now that's saying something." he remarked smugly. "What makes you think I care on how much I'm hated?" White asked not getting the hint. God he was dumb sometimes, "Knowing how much she hates you, if I'm at that level of hate myself…" connect the dots White…still not connecting… "So let that piece assure you that what you're planning through me…" my fingers from my right hand twirled around to show them my indication of their thoughts.
"Having that possible slight fraction of a hope that she'll come to my rescue…" and judging by the looks in half their faces it was what their minds were thinking to. These guys were getting to predictable. I smiled in humorous defeat…theirs. If Max had no clue where I was then there was no chance she'd leave TC just too randomly look for me. "Let it be known that she wouldn't risk it…not for me."
Hopefully I got through to these guys that I was dead weight here. "Sides 452's to smart to fall for an obvious trap. I thought you'd figure that out by now. Guess I was wrong." I remark. White didn't seem to like being told he was in a phrase 'predictable' and 'obvious'. He went to hit my neck. Knowing the move would have crushed my wind pipe I moved what little I could over to the side.
I would still have a small bruise on my neck but I rather it'd be that than having my neck collapse onto itself. He fumed, "Psychotic little ass!" I answered back, "What? You wanted to know the truth. To get real with me, here's my views, my reality!" I half shouted half fumed out myself. "The person that enjoyed those missions is someone that I keep hidden away so that 452 never knows the truth." White seemed like he could want to use it, but for what he didn't know.
"But guess what?" White's lips were so pursed you could hardly see them anymore, "In this shabby hole, where ever it is…" I grossed out, "We can be honest, be real about who we really are." White was ready to sock me again I knew it, "We can spend the rest of your miserable temper talking even though I'm never going to give in. Or at least until my body gives in and finally dies…which ever comes first." I looked up to him with remorse in my eyes.
"I deserve it. So go ahead…do your worst. Kill me." last time I'd had said those words Berrisford was ready to kill me. Truthfully I had wanted him to. I would have felt Rachel's death would have had justice to it. But instead Max came and saved me. There would be no saving now. "You really are one sick son of a bitch." White summed up before angling to hit me again.
Seeing him use another move I, in a futile – abetly automatic response - attempt, tried to block with my other limbs, still cuffed in place mind you, but I obviously couldn't stop him from going for the break. However a walkie-talkie on his side stopped his movement from going any further. "Sir?" the voice calls out. White stepped away from me angered that he was interrupted.
I'd try to get loose but there are the other familiars in the room. "This better be a god damned good reason!" he bellowed into the speaker part. The voice, not one bit shaky despite White's anger stated out words that would change the course of the evening, "452 has entered the building with three enemies. Two mutants and the colonel we had in a cell not to long ago." My heart froze in place.
Max…was here…what the fuck was she thinking? What was she doing here? Better yet, how in the hell did she find ME?! White grabbed a small remote and opened up a small set of computer monitors. At the angle I could barely make out Max's pregnant form. She was due in a week and here she was still trying to…I saw White making the connection as I hadn't been able to school my features in time.
Oh fuck. Deck taught us better than that! What would the good ole colonel say about me now? Can't even hide my own emotions. Then again I really wasn't even remotely expecting my pregnant, 'near ready to give birth' mate to find my 'kidnapped by familiars' ass. I mean seriously! How'd she fucking do it? I had the brief urge to look down at my next thought process.
Do I have a fucking 'mate sonar' embedded in my ass or something? Like the one apparently used to locate my ass to shoot it up on a regular basis? "So…" he looked to me. "Though it was just a summer fling?" I even said that then to protect her! Though why then I didn't know…now… "Sir she looks very heavy on the front. If I didn't know any better I'd say…"
White cut off the person on the other end, "She's pregnant you dolt. Kill them all." my
heart nearly stopped at his words. I couldn't breath I was so stunned by his command. He looked straight at me to. The joy in his eyes at seeing my pain over his direct order was sickening. Max…. all at once I got flashes of her in my head…flash of her riding her Ninja with me on my Duke…seeing that spark in her eyes during verbal and none verbal spats…started to assault me.
But they didn't stop there…memories of tasting her a few nights ago, right after she welcomed me back to bed, it hadn't ended just there. She had woken me up with her sexual whimpers, dreaming of me. Hearing my name I couldn't help it, I woke her up by deviling my tongue between her toned legs to find her sweet nectar. I lapped up her dripping wetness as I watched her face come apart as she screamed my name in un bound ecstasy.
I remember climbing up her body, her stomach not even a deterrent, only something more to kiss and love as I bent over and claimed her lips again. Letting her taste herself as she groaned in pleasure, "Why must you tease me Alec?" she questioned, I smirked in answer, "Because when I tease you, you come as hard as when your nearing your heat stages." She hit him me in the arm then pulled me to her again.
I remember in a flash move that was gentle as anything, flipping her over and sliding into her from behind. She moaned in completion, then begged for more as she shoved her oh so willing ass back against my cock. The position itself made me horny enough to keep her going the rest of the night. I remembered grabbing her hair, and pulling her back just enough to smolder her lips with my own. She cried out in euphoric pleasure as she pulled my other hand down to fondle between her legs.
I plowed my way through her incredibly tight inner walls that she loved to clench around me like a steel vice making me putty in her hands…I loved that look of absolute pleasure and abandonment on her face when I pulled her face to the side and kissed her with fierceness and to know it was me and me alone that put it there…that she was mine, my woman…MY mate…she screamed my name again as she came around me, clenching, milking me…taking me crashing with her…
And lastly…I remembered watching her grow big with our child in her womb…Now our baby…will be dead…I'd never get to see our child…see him or her running around, learning of the advantages of being a second generation transgenic. See him or her grown up and fall in love, have kids of their own… For all of two seconds my mind blacked out before rage and over protectiveness for my mate and unborn baby came flowing through.
"I kid you not…" my voice took on a tone so deadly over half the familiars in the room tensed up, ready for a fight, "You do it White…you harm her or my unborn baby and I'll rip your head clean off your shoulders." I snarled in pure hatred, wanting to leap from the cuffs that held me in place. For a moment I saw a brief flash of fear fill his face. Some part of him knew I could and would do it, but his own familiar ego wouldn't let him feel the tinge of fear for long.
He masked it up fast, "Sure you will." He stated playing it cool. I could hear gunfire and through the cameras I could see her and the others running for cover. Mole, Joshua and even Deck firing their weapons, all in an effort to protect her, a bit of relief came from seeing that. She wasn't dead yet, I still had a chance to get everyone out of here. Briefly I wondered how she was doing with seeing Deck with a gun once again.
From my understanding he was the one who shot her sister the night of the escape. I hoped she didn't end up going into shock seeing him with a gun again, or worse yet pass out and get hit. But Joshua was there with her. If she was having a moment he'd pull her out of it, or at least put her to safety. I looked to White manically. As far as I saw it White was a dead man.
He literally put a death order on not only a pregnant woman – MY pregnant woman at that, but my unborn baby right in front of my face, and even smiled at it. He deserved far worse than death - granted a long time ago - but still he deserved far worse at this very moment. Something gunfire wise must have hit the power box cause in seconds the room was black. Night vision kicking in I heard and saw the familiars rustle about.
I smiled in primal pleasure at knowing how each of them was going down. Using the added adrenaline from seeing Max's standpoint I broke the cuff to my other wrist not caring that I had rivulets blood running down my wrist from the deep cut. My other arm was still dislocated and would need help popping it back in, my ankles came next to unlock before I took out the familiars swiftly using my assassin skills learned.
I didn't care that all of them now had broken necks. Familiars didn't fight fair, and neither did assassins. I killed them without mercy. But with me being so busy with them I hadn't paid White a lot of attention. Which was ironic considering he was my main target to kill. He'd somehow in the total blackness had managed to evade and find his way out of the room.
He knew he could never take on a transgenic in the dark being that he didn't have night vision. I could see he couldn't and he knew it. It was my playground now. All I needed to do was to find the right type of surface, in a preferable none familiar occupied room and pop my shoulder back into place. Seeing the illuminations around me I walked stealthily to where I could find the nearest elevator. Surely I could get the fastest way to the ground level without being spotted.
Stairs were an option but not fast enough. Getting to them from the floor I was on, still didn't know…I found the buttons not working. Great so elevator cables it was. Still faster than stairs. Using my good arm and my bare foot to open the shaft doors– yeah took my boots and my socks – guess they thought I'd try to escape. I could help but smile despite my situation.
In that room with the lights on how I could do that with five of them – White included – while they had Tasers ready and charged for me. Even though I had managed to evade them…yeah…I'm not fucking Superman. Nor am I impenetrable, if anything I'm a fucking bullet magnet. But yet I still beat them down. I still won, under the cover of darkness…Manticore's very own Dark Warrior…sounds like it should be a comic book or something…I amused myself sometimes…
Getting the shaft doors open I saw the elevator was about eight stories down. With quick speeds I could be down there in less than a minute. Using the cables I shimmed my way down there, using one arm, grateful that I had the upper body strength to do this. Less than a minute later as predicted I found myself landing with a thud on top of the elevator unit, crashing my foot through the emergency exit I fell inside.
Landing on my bare feet I came face to face with Mole's business end. Well his shotgun end that is. "Alec is that…?" he asked. His lizard eyes adjusting somewhat to the darkness, "Alec!" Joshua whimpered hugging me tightly. "Great since you're here maybe you could get your ass over here!" shouted a very pregnant…. no scratch that! A very in LABOR Max! Shock came over me before I bulldozed past Joshua and rushed to her side.
I'd never thought I'd see the day where Deck was between my Maxie's legs…delivering our baby! Apparently he was the only one with experience behind delivering X5 kids. I looked up to find Mole looking highly uncomfortable, while Joshua looked like a frightened kid that wanted to help but couldn't and didn't want to risk hurting or in this case pissing her off.
First off I was gonna need some help…like having someone pop my shoulder back in, "Hey Mole!" I called him over. Seeing the oddness that was my shoulder he figured it out pretty easily. "What is it with you and familiars huh?" he popped it painfully back in place. "At least I didn't get shot up this time." I amended, "QUIT SCREWING AROUND AND GET OVER HERE!"
Max's high-pitched scream as she was advised to push pierced through the elevator shaft with ease. Mole none to gently shoved me to her to avoid her wrath. He looked a bit scared to be honest. I bent down and got next to her, holding her as her hands found mine and started to grip. I bit my own lips in pain as I felt her start to break some of the small bones in my hand from her grip. Fuck Max! I knew childbirth was suppose to be painful but not for ME!
Max POV
I got very little protest once we left Terminal City. Deck was being kept quite and had been reminded a few times along the way of his only use for being here at the moment. I find it strange… "You know what the clichéd part about this all is?" I asked him. He sat in the back of the car with Joshua while Mole drove with me riding shotgun. "What?" he asked looking a bit nervous with Joshua back there.
I had told Joshua to be there specifically as the effect of scaring Deck into place. His statue alone had a few of the transgenic and even a few transhumans in fear of his size, "I remember you telling me something a few years ago about knowing the place like the back of your hand." Knowing where I was going with it he responded, "I got you all inside didn't I? How was I suppose to know they had left a contingent of X7's in the building?" he tried to shift that partial blame.
"I didn't say you had to, but it all seems familiar doesn't it? My advice to you…" he looked to me apprehensively, "If Alec dies tonight through YOUR 'directiveness', if you mess up in anyway…" I reach into the back to quick for him to follow and grab him by the collar, "I'll put a bullet in your head myself." He nods in clear understanding. I wasn't going to loose my mate over this.
I was already ignoring that slight twig I had felt earlier when I had heard the news of Alec's capture. And he still stupidly sacrificed himself…I couldn't even hold the tears back at that thought. Alec always did something stupid to himself to save the lives of others, even if it meant his possible death. When will he ever learn that he's not 'Superman'? I've already admitted to myself that I'm not 'Superwoman'. Though today I'll be whatever that's need be to get my mate home free.
Once we reached the building thanks to Deck's memory directions. Even blindfolded Deck had been able to memorize a route going back from the place. It took us twice as long to get there but when you're going backwards with directions to begin with it did take longer to get there. Putting my com-link into my ear same as Mole, Joshua and even Deck, though Deck's was primarily there since he was suppose to be our map to Alec. If he falls through…
"Hey Dix." I called through the com-link, "Yeah Max?" "This place seems pretty high up on the food chain for a regular building. See if it had camera's on the inside." two exact minutes later, "Wow…this security is pretty good. If you guys can get inside and get to a security camera I can hack into the direct link to them all." excellent. We put on disguises and walked in there.
Ducking into a corner we found one that had no actual security men around it. Before moving any further Dix directed us, "Grab your cell. There's a program on there that acts as a GPS. I can locate the unit's computer chip and hack the frequency." Wow…you gotta hand it to Dix every now and then. "Done." Mole said as he put it up there program system open.
"Come on…" we all heard Dix mumble over the com's. We all waited with baited breath as he waited, "Come on soldier!" Deck nearly barked out. I shot a look to him, "Your not his CO anymore…I am – come on Dix!" I pressed my earpiece in to get him to listen. I felt no better at the moment. Damn… "Got it! All the camera feeds! I've got eyes on all of you. Now I'm just working on looping the most needed areas so you can get to Alec without interruptions."
I smiled in satisfaction, "Good looking out!" I tell him. I grab Deck. "Which floor is he on?" I demand. He sighs heavily before looking out form the corner. Closing his eyes he says, "Close to the top floor. We took an elevator down. It's kind of hard to figure out floors since there were no stops. But it was an elongated ride down." I nod understanding his dilemma.
"Then let's take the elevator. Dix can you get us a path to the elevators. We've got eyes on the monitors up here as well." I ask him. The less noise to make the better chances of getting to Alec faster, "Guard needs to be distracted long enough for me to feed at least a five second loop Max. Just enough for you all to blur with Deck through his sights." Yeah ah easier said than done.
If this security guard is a Familiar then he knows us all no matter what. "Wind beneath my wings Dix." I stated flatly. Casting my head down and roughing my throat up a little I was in high hopes he wouldn't try to look too closely and notice who I was. Mole and the rest watched my slight demeanor chance as I went up to the front desk, "Pana? Czy możesz mi powiedzieć gdzie jest yerba mate?"
Translation - 'Sir, could you tell me where my mate is?' I smiled to myself as I could clearly see I had stumped the guard. I'm guessing he wasn't fluent in Polish. A little language I had picked up over time listening to some of the people who worked down in 'South Market Street'. Some of the shop owners who yell at each other early in the morning in their home language.
He went to his walkie-talkie to ask his boss or some who knew the language to come down and help him out. But I heard his language clearly…fucker was Familiar. I may not understand the language or what it means – just yet - but I know who they are the minute I heard them speak it. "Zwinąć go…" I muttered low into the com-link. I blinked remembering Dix and the others may not know 'loop it' in Polish.
Then again I didn't know what languages Dix and the others knew besides English. For all I knew they had 'every other language 101' while I was gone. "Petle z dobrego." I gave a mental sigh, translation 'looped, your good.' "Dzieki Dix." I thanked back. By the time the guard looked back up to me I muttered 'never mind' before he could react. I went back to Mole and the others as we decided to blur at once.
Waiting till the guard was buried in the monitors we heard Dix say, "Now." we blurred with Joshua practically carrying Deck there. If this weren't a rescue mission I would have laughed at the look of Joshua with Deck in his arms. Neither Joshua nor Deck looked to pleased with being that close with one another. For completely different reasons mind you. We made it past the guard and down the hallway.
"Okay Deck where's the elevator?" I asked. He looked around down both hallways to see where he was at in the building. I had to keep reminding myself he's going off of a 'probable blind folded' memory here. "Down that corridor but be careful. We don't have building layouts of the guard's stations, best to tread carefully. This is already tactically a bad plan lets not make it worse." By saying that rescuing Alec was a 'bad plan' was 'tactically' a stupid thing to say.
"Rescuing the man I love isn't a bad plan. However I am beginning to think bringing you along was!" I ended on a higher note and ended up giving up our location to a few guards down the hallway. Cursing to myself I looked up at the cameras before asking Dix, "Which way do we go?" "We don't have time!" Mole yelled seeing them already. "Told you it was - " I shot a Deck a look to melt ice.
He shut up fast. "We need to fall back!" Mole shouted as the guards pulled their weaponry out on us. We ducked around the corner to avoid the barrage of bullets. "I think your dealing with Familiars Max." Dix said into the com-link. I shot a glare to the camera, "No sh - " I didn't get a chance to fully reply. Three familiars taking on the spray apiece from Mole's rifle were now on a growling Mole, a roaring Joshua and one very pissed off pregnant female. I. E. me.
The ass that had hit me didn't seem to have a problem hitting a pregnant female. He then pulled out his side arm. So I in turn hit the 5 ft, 11-inch guy back. Blocking his right hand holding the gun – probably aiming to knock me out with it - with my left arm, I hit him back in the face twice with my right hook before using my left arm to bring his head down far enough for me to slam my elbow up into his face. It temporarily had him reeling. He hadn't been expecting the prego to fight back.
Good. Using my transgenic strength I slammed him with my hands back without warning into the nearest wall, and slammed my fist as hard as I could into his wrist that held his gun. Hearing the bones crack was satisfying as his gun fell to the ground with a loud clank but he wasn't down, just pissed. "Trans - " I punched him in the face, "Yeah, yeah, transgenic bitch. Come up with something new." Then I thought to myself.
"Or is it that you just got off the short bus that you can't come up with anything new – which would actually explain a LOT." Angered that I not only cut him off but that I was right he made to grab me. But Joshua roared in and grabbed the guy, "You hurt little fella?!" the familiar looked spooked by Joshua's presence. More like 'little fella hurt him, bodily and a bit in the pride department. "You hurt littler fella's?!" Huh! Littler fella's?! I thought widening my eyes.
When did Joshua – how did he find THAT out when we didn't even know?! I was perplexed at it. "Max, come on!" Deck yelled to me as Mole grabbed my arm to pull me towards the elevator. I went to talk to Dix when I saw the earpiece I had was no longer in my ear but now permanently destroyed on the ground. Must have gotten knock and stepped on during the fight.
I looked up at the camera. I motioned 'Eyes on me' with my fingers indicating my eyes then me, then 'open the elevator doors' with my fingers circling the air before pointing in the direction. Mole tapped my shoulder, "Dix says give him a second to hack the control boards. The systems here are some of the best and he doesn't want to burn out our systems back home."
Thankfully with Joshua's strength the other two familiars that had tackled Mole and myself were now down. His own got slammed only three times before he was down for the count. I don't think we'll ever truly understand Joshua's full strength. Seconds later the ding signaled the elevator doors were opening up. However it was also the same time more familiars came our way. What the hell is with these guys? "Is this like 'Familiar central'?!" I screeched out.
Seeing me one of them pointed his gun clean at me, or more closely my stomach. No time to dodge the bullet I had enough time to blink as the shot was fired. Only it was the familiar that went down…from a bullet in the head. Two more familiars came out to assist their fallen comrade when I saw the gunman was none other than Deck. I froze. It was like Eve all over again.
Deck pushed me behind him while he started to fire off the bullets in a repetition. I barely moved after that. My heart raced, my blood pressure rocketed through me, my head started to spin…it was too much. I told myself to calm down…to relax. That everything would be fine. But seeing that look on Deck's face…one similar to the one he had on that night and seeing him firing a gun again…I couldn't keep my composure together. It took me back to Eve.
Every shot fired was like remembering Eve die all over…again and again…repetitively all over. "Max!" I heard being yelled out. I was locked in my memories. Deck, Mole even the worried Joshua were yelling at me to move, to come back to. It wasn't till Deck grabbed my shoulders, and slapped me hard across the face that my head moved. He screamed, "Get into the god damned elevator soldier! That's a direct Order!" my focus returned on that note.
I had a hard glint to my eyes. "You mother - " I started to curse Deck out when Mole yelled, "Bitch later, get in now!" seeing his logic we all scrambled into the elevator. I pushed the button for the floor going to the top. I didn't care I just wanted off that floor, now. "Who the hell put your lame 'bottom feeding, no good, could give a rats ass less about anyone else' ass in charge?!" I all screamed.
He didn't back away as most would. "I did what was necessary to get you out of a bad situation." I grabbed him by the shirt collar, "It worked!" He defended. "Did it not work soldier?" he shouted in defense. It was his emphasis that had me giving this particular look. I gave him a glare to rival others. A glare that sent him reeling back that maybe he'd pushed this genetically enhanced pregnant female too far.
"You EVER freaking call me soldier again, you ever give me an order again, you EVER tell me it's a bad plan to save the man I love and I'll happily, happily..." I emphasis by smiling a little madder than normal, "Happily feed you to the wolves. Not a bullet cause that would be an easy death. No you don't deserve to go down easy." I released him trying to regain my self-control.
"This was why we never let the X5's or any other transgenic or transhuman form relationships." I looked at him with steel in my eyes. His gaze held no regret, "They would mess missions up and make stupid, irrational calls!" his last words were indicated with his hands as they indicated everything around us, "If this mission goes anymore FUBAR it's on you!" the idea that Alec's death would be my fault…that I would cause it sparked outrage within me.
I was stopped short of cursing out Deck like the jackass that he was when I felt pain filled spasms in my stomach…no lower. I began freaking out. The baby isn't due yet! "Not yet! Not yet!" was all I was able to say. Joshua went to hold me as I lost my steadiness. I went down and just as if things weren't bad enough the elevator stopped. Power was completely shut down. "Must have finally shut down." Mole gruffed in annoyance, I looked up to him.
"Dix figured during all the gunfire that it might be a good idea to take away an advantage of theirs." Sight. "They can't see in the dark. Got it, but what about us? We're stuck in here." Without power we couldn't get to Alec. Alec! "We've got to get to Al – AAHHH!" I screamed. Short and pain filled. "We need to – AAAAHHHHHHHH!" my screams lengthened as did the pain.
I was sitting down now as Joshua removed himself from behind me. Putting his big jacket behind me he tried to console me. "Little fella going to be okay. Alec will find us." I smiled despite the pain I was in, "Her water's broke. We need to get her - " Mole was interrupted by a very awkward sounding Deck, "Not possible! She's already fully dilated. She's giving birth NOW!" I shot my face to his, "Are you fu – AAAAHHHHH!" I screamed out the last parts.
Sweat rolling off me I ground out, "Are you out of your damned mind? I can't give birth in the middle of 'familiar central'! They'll take my baby, or worse…kill her…or him." I breathed heavily now and worked on the breathing exercises I had read about. "We'll get to the roof tops. I'll get Dix to send a unit out for retrieval. But we have to make it there!" Mole assured me.
I hated to break it to him, "The com's will be down. The interference with the lining in here." He simply smiled before waving at the camera. Mole verbally iterated what he was signaling since I wasn't able to look directly at him, "Dix if you can see me, signal the 'on' indicator light Manticore style." Sure enough, the light blinked the repetition. "Good – is the feed secure?" again the same light indicator.
Relief. "Great. Max is going into labor. We need extraction from the roof right the hell now!" the light signaled. Mole looked away from it, "We'll get out of here Max." I glared at him, "With Alec fully intac… " I screamed loud enough to send Mole's ear drums into their own solo performance. "I don't get it. I shouldn't be ready yet. I've still got a week to go and this labor thing is suppose to be slow." I grunted in anger.
"Some woman can deliver in as little as five to ten minutes. As for the week ahead part, that's normal so RELAX!" Deck bellowed out. I was about to screech back when the emergency door opened from above. In fell Alec and on him were the trained guns of two transhumans. Once pleasantries were passed all around I began the age-old process of pushing a baby out of my – AAAAHHHHHH! Alec held me close as I sweated, clenched and cried profusely.
Cry…push…cry…push….cry….cry…PUSH! "PUSH, MAX, PUSH!" Deck yelled to me, making me upset but I knew he was right. I had to keep on pushing. "Come on MAX!" Mole encouraged. I even heard Joshua though he was whimpering. My voice was hoarse, my head pounding in pain from all the crying. I knew Gem had been in pain and for the life of me I don't know how she did it.
She was able to delivery Eve as quietly as she did with what was going on all around us. I now have a new respect for her on that front. Liquid from me was all over the elevator floor, Alec was yelling at Deck, something that was past my ability to care, Mole and Joshua…well…they were just looking anywhere but between my legs. Joshua peaked out every now and then but the sight scared him something silly. "ALEC!"
He grasped my hand again and I knew by now that I had already broken some of the bones in his. But he still held me tight in his grasp. Having him there was what I needed the most. It was what helped me push both baby girls out of my body and into Deck's hands as he handed our first daughter to Mole. Mole had sub sequentially taken off his jacket then his sweater to wrap around her.
Joshua had done likewise since Alec's shirt was covered in blood. I barely retained the presence of mind to feel the elevator moving again as I presumed someone – familiar or otherwise – got the power running enough again to make it move up. Mole signaled into the camera and relayed it back to us, "Dix has us a ride on the roof and he's managed to hack into the systems controls here to prevent the elevator from stopping." We were going home.
Now my biggest worry was keeping our girls safe once we got off the elevator. I was
given both our girls one in each arm as they were finally calming down. The constant screaming at first making both Mole and Alec wince, "Not that I mind but is there anything you can do to keep 'em quiet and down?" Mole asked as he went around the corner ensuring there weren't any familiars nearby.
Alec bent down to me; gun at his side, looking to be honest, crappy. "Their beautiful." He got out past a rough throat. I looked up to see the emotions written across his face. I'd never seen a more proud moment etched across his handsome face. "Hate to break up this touching family moment but we need to get the living hell out of here before we end up dead or lab rats." Mole's cutting words had their desired effect.
"Hey…you're both going to have to stay quiet okay?" I voiced out through a rough, scratchy throat. Alec grabbed Deck by the scruff of his neck away from his position on the wall, "You get her back and I kid you not, if a hair on any of my girls is hurt, I will personally rip your head off." Alec threatening words had their effect. Deck was no longer looking at Alec, or the soldier 494, he was looking at an animal willing to do whatever it took to protect his family. And he knew it.
It made me proud to be his mate. I couldn't help but smile. Alec's face wasn't in the mood so Deck didn't bother trying to reply back. He simply nodded a guarantee. Letting him go Alec made sure the guns he was given were off the safety before directing Mole and Joshua, "You two in the front with me, Deck, you're behind Max." I marveled at Alec then and there as he took charge. He had that commanding presence about him that came through.
It made me realize that he was still holding back on me, for a moment I felt angered that he did but at the same time I realized it was also the effect of having his mate and babies in danger that made him step up to this primal alpha. Taking a closer look, I had barely begun to see his wounds, his level of pain that he endured yet here he was holding his own and taking control.
I shot a scathing look to Deck, "Eating your words of relationships now Deck? Seems to me having relationships and family gives the person something more to protect. Another reason to fight." He replied stiffly cocking his own gun in the process, "It also gives the enemy another means to capture or kill you." He shifted his focus to Alec whom was starting to head us off with Mole and Joshua.
"Another weakness. Tell me how that's a 'good thing'? Cause I'm not seeing it." I looked to Alec myself, "Maybe your right…maybe there's not a happily ever after…maybe it will only be the happily ever now that will be ours for a little while…" I look him dead center in the eye, "But no matter what they do to us…" I look down at my precious bundles of joy.
"Nothing could ever take that away from us. Our family." I look back up at him, cold steel in my eyes, "It makes it worth it. Even in the end. So go ahead, tell me were bad soldiers, we – I don't care." I ignoring Deck's look of outrage and waited for Alec to make the gesture to move forward. Since we had commandeered the elevator we reached the top floor and managed to get out before the familiars got up there.
I guess with all the panicking going about – or rather the 'my ego is so big I don't bother with back up planning' they didn't count on a genetically empowered hacker penetrating their so-called defenses. Score one for us. We made our way to the rooftop and none too late as the security up there deterred us just slightly. There was only two of them and five of us. I didn't bother to care that they were now dead.
They took my mate and nearly got my baby girls and my friends killed...even if I did insist on rescuing that said mate…they deserved it and no one would argue it. Seeing the chopper – I really wanted to know where they got it from – we ran to it. Getting on board Alec made sure we (the babies and I) were secured before seating himself and telling the pilot to lift off.
"Are you okay?" Alec yelled through the wind blaring through the chopper, ensuring his seat next to me and making sure we once again were secure. I briefly flashed to when Logan had asked me that in a chopper to no less, but this time, I didn't feel the least bit shitty. No I felt worse. Way worse. Back then I had a healing – just having been hit again by White – bullet wound in my gut, a sprained ankle, a couple of cracked ribs, and a shit load of bruises and cuts all over the place.
But this time…with the girls secured in my grip, Alec was fine…or was going to be fine, despite his outward, shaken up appearance. White and I were going to fight to the death one of these days…this time…no mercy. "Physically, Exhausted! Emotionally, Exhausted! Ready to crash in our bed for a week!" I looked down at my daughters and saw the same over whelming 'god we created this' look on Alec's face as well. I looked up at him with an excited yet calming smile, "I'm perfect!"
He pulled me tighter to him as the chopper took off. Yes I felt perfect. I went on a rescue mission to save Alec with my friends and former colonel that we all hate whom also delivered my daughters...My life as a super model ladies and gentlemen…I laughed mentally at my own stupid joke. I glanced over again to see Alec looking at the girls…like I said before 'perfect'.