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 yawned as he made his way down the stairs of his home. He walked into the kitchen and gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, sweetie,” she greeted. “The coffee just finished brewing and I poured you a mug just the way you like it. It’s on the table.”
“Thank you,” White said. He turned and saw the steaming mug sitting on the table and walked over and picked it up and took a sip before he sat down at the table. “That’s perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Wendy said. “How do you want your eggs this morning? Scrambled, sunny side up, over easy?”
“Sunny side up is fine,” White assured her. He sat back and watched his pregnant wife make his breakfast.
Did I get lucky to have been paired up with somebody like her. She’s good-looking, not that it matters in the grand scheme of things but it’s always a plus, she knows how to cook, she’s patient, and she’s not annoying. I hope that the Conclave doesn’t order me to kill her after our son is born. Not that it would matter that much to me really, but it would be nice to have help to raise the baby and it would look good on the job to have a wife as well as a child. The public still loves the family image.
“What are you thinking about?” Wendy asked when she noticed the thoughtful look on White’s face.
“You,” White said honestly.
“Awww.” Wendy smiled, leaned down, and gave him a kiss before she slid the cooked eggs onto a plate and put the plate down in front of White. “Toast? We ran out of grape jelly yesterday and I couldn’t run out to the store, so all we have is butter and strawberry jam.”
“Just butter is fine,” White said. Wendy quickly made the toast and put it and the butter down in front of him before she sat down across from him at the table.
“Got another full day ahead of you?” she asked.
White nodded. “I have to check in at the military camp outside of Terminal City before I get to the office again. I need another update on that situation because I need to send a report to Franklin by the time I leave work this evening. Other than that, it’s pretty much going to be status quo.”
“I know you don’t like the General that’s in charge of the military camp and I’m proud of you for sucking it up and working with him anyway when you need to,” Wendy said.
“You sound just like a mother,” White teased.
“Well, I have to get practice in on somebody,” Wendy replied. They both laughed and White ate and Wendy sipped the juice that she had poured for herself earlier. “I’ve got a fairly light day planned. I’m going to go to the supermarket soon after you leave and then just do some cleaning around the house. Do you want anything specific for dinner tonight? I was thinking of making pork chops tonight, but if you want something different I could make it another night.”
“Pork chops sound fantastic,” White assured her. He looked at the clock on the wall and stood up and gave Wendy a kiss. “I’ve got to get going to work now. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Wendy said.
“’Bye,” White said. He finished his mug of coffee, put it and his empty plate in the sink, and left his house. He got in his car and drove over towards Terminal City. Yeah, Wendy is great. He sighed. Now I’ve got to deal with 599 and 405’s parents for awhile. I wonder how they’d take it if they knew that they had two pieces of filth for children? That’d be something. I hope that the results of the DNA testing with 405’s blood come in soon so we’d have concrete proof. He drove along until he finally got close to Terminal City and parked his car and walked up to the military camp and up to Dennis and Caroline. “General Murphy, Colonel Robinson.”
“Agent White,” Dennis greeted. He held out a folder to White. “Here’s the information that you requested for your report to your superior.”
“Thank you,” White said. He accepted the folder from Dennis. “Nothing new?”
“No, not a thing,” Caroline told him. “You know that we’ll let you know if something comes up.”
Unfortunately.
“Of course,” White said. “I’ll be checking in again at some point later. Thank you again.” He nodded to them and walked back to his car. No sooner had he gotten in and put the key in the ignition than his cell phone rang. He looked at the number and answered it. “Fenos’tol.”
“Fenos’tol,” the voice on the other end greeted. “We’ve got the results in from the testing.”
“Good,” White said, relieved. “What are they?”
“You need to come here and see them for yourself,” the other person said urgently. “Trust me.”
“All right, I will be there in fifteen minutes. Fenos’tol.” He disconnected and started the car and drove off. He drove until he got to a building just south of the city and parked the car and went inside. A woman in a white lab coat greeted him. “Fenos’tol, Sister Mitchell.”
“Fenos’tol, Brother White,” she replied. “The results of the testing we performed did confirm the genetic link between 405 and General Murphy and Colonel Robinson and in so confirmed it for 599 as well.”
“Then what was so urgent that I needed to come here?” White wondered.
“This is,” the woman said. She led White to her office and gestured to a folder that was sitting on top of the desk. “When we were performing the tests, we noticed something unusual with 405’s blood, unusual as in other than the fact that she’s transgenic scum. We took the liberty of running a full DNA analysis on 405’s blood and the results are in the folder. See for yourself. Nobody was notified yet.”
White picked up the folder and opened it. He read the contents and his eyes grew wide with fury. “Son-of-a-bitch!” He dropped the folder back on the desk and picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. “Fenos’tol. Put phase one of the plan that we talked about the other night into effect. I’ll call you back when I want phase two to happen.” He disconnected and then immediately dialed another number. “Fenos’tol. I have some urgent and distressing news…”
TBC