All of Us -- Chapter 12

Disclaimer: The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Max, Zack, Alec, etc.), and everything else that has to do with the show belong to their respective owners, not to me. No money is being made off of this fic. I only own the original characters (Becky/X6-405, etc.).

White sat quietly at his desk, completely engrossed in his paperwork. He jumped a little when he heard his cell phone rang. He shook his head and picked it up and flipped it open and looked at the number and answered it. “Fenos’tol.”

“Fenos’tol, Brother White,” the woman said. “The Conclave has need of your services.”

“Are we finally making a move on the transgenics?” White asked.

The woman laughed. “Your eagerness is more than welcome, but unfortunately we can not make a major move against them yet, at least not in the way that you would like for us to do. You know the timetable that we are on.”

“I do,” White admitted. “What would the Conclave like to be done?”

“We just want to remind the transgenics about our presence,” the woman said. “It has been two months since the hostage situation with 599, 405, and 941. We do not want the filth to become too complacent.”

“Of course not,” White agreed. “Is there something specific that the Conclave would like?”

“Just something that says ‘hello, remember us,’” the woman told him. “Something that will be hard to forget, but not too spectacular. If a few of the animals should happen to die, so much the better for us. If 452 dies, even better, but you are under direct orders from the Conclave not to target 452 specifically. I hope this won’t be a problem, Brother White.”

“It shouldn’t be,” White said. He sighed in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, Brother White,” the woman told him. “Patience is a virtue and 452 will meet her end soon enough, as will all of the other transgenic animals. It’s a goal worth waiting for, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Of course I would,” White said immediately.

“I knew you would,” the woman said. “Call me back when you have a plan set. I look forward to hearing from you again. Fenos’tol.”

“Fenos’tol,” White replied. He disconnected the phone and set it aside and looked again at his work, but his thoughts were occupied by the instructions that he had just been given by the Conclave. Damn, I wish that they’d let me go after 452. She’s right, the death of that ‘perfect’ little bitch will be worth waiting for, but I still wish that I didn’t have to wait for it. He sighed and pushed his work aside and turned on the TV in his office and turned towards his computer. There was a knock on his office door. “Come in.”

“Agent White?” an assistant said, sticking his head in the doorway. “Your wife is on line 1.”

“Thank you.” White waved the other man away before he picked up the phone on his desk and hit a button. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you? How’s Junior?”

“We’re both fine,” Wendy said, laughing. “We’ve still got to discuss that Junior thing. I’m not sure that I want our son to be a junior. He should be his own person.”

“He will be,” White promised. “But at least let me dream awhile, okay?”

“Of course,” Wendy said. “Listen, baby, I know that you’re not going to like this but I thought that I should call you now so that you wouldn’t be surprised and possibly hit the roof when you get home from the office, but my mother’s over at our house and she needs a place to stay for the week while they fumigate her apartment building. I know what you’re going to stay and yes, she did ask my sister first if she could stay with her, but John surprised Alison with a trip to Barbados and they’re leaving early tomorrow morning. You aren’t too mad that my mother will be staying with us, are you?”

“Of course not,” White said. “She’s my mother-in-law. I’m obligated to be annoyed by her.” He smiled when he heard Wendy laugh. “She’s family and I’m not going to leave her in the lurch. It’s fine. I hope you don’t mind the fact that I’ll be pulling late nighters at the office for the next week…”

“Very funny,” Wendy remarked. “Even with my mother here, you’ll be tearing out of that office like you have a rocket chasing you to get home to me.”

“You know it,” White agreed. “If you make a nice rare ribeye for me tonight, I will not say one bad thing about your mother within your presence.”

“What a coincidence, I just happened to be at the supermarket standing in front of the steaks as we speak.” White could almost see the smile on his wife’s face as she spoke on the other end of the line. “And guess what I happen to have in my hand that I’m about to drop in my shopping cart?”

“I love you,” White said.

“I love you too, sweetie,” Wendy said. “I need to get going and finish the shopping and get home before my mother redecorates the house. I’ll see you when you get home from work.”

“I’ll see you then,” White promised. He hung up the phone and turned back to the computer. Yeah, like… He sat up straighter and picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. “Fenos’tol. I need your help, Sister…”

TBC