All of Us -- Chapter 9

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“Okay, now let me hear it again just to be sure,” Sasha said to Rena as they stood together in the middle of the safe house that the transgenics had set up outside of Terminal City.

“Hear what? This?” Rena asked with a Russian accent.

“Perfect,” Sasha said. “You picked that up pretty quickly.”

“I’ve never had to fake a Russian accent before,” Rena admitted. “They were only starting me on the accent lessons by the time that I left Manticore because I guess for the missions that they would send an 11-year-old on, faking a foreign accent isn’t something of the highest priority. I can do a pretty good French accent, though.” She grinned. “When I was in my foster home in Texas, I went to school. It kind of boring since I knew more than all the teachers put together. When I was in eighth grade, I had this French teacher who actually was from France and she had to be the most annoying person I have ever known and I would get a lot of practice using my fake French accent because I would make fun of her behind her back to my friends in the class all of the time.” She laughed.

Sasha smiled. “I think I must have met one of her relatives when I went over to France with a few of my unit mates for a mission when I was fourteen.”

“Nice,” Rena said, laughing.

“Yeah,” Sasha agreed. She ran a hand through her hair, which along with Rena’s hair, was dyed light brown. The two of them also wore colored contact lenses. “It’s almost time to go. Just our luck our potential supplier’s flavor of the month is hot Russian twins, huh?”

“I guess we know what the theme is of this month’s issue of Penthouse is, huh?” Rena deadpanned.

“How did you turn out to be such a cynical bitch?” Sasha teased.

“Only from about twelve years spent mostly by myself on the run from the secret government facility where I spent the first eleven plus years of my life,” Rena said. “What about you?”

“I spent the first twenty-three years of my life in an almost identical secret government facility,” Sasha replied. She checked her watch. “Time to go.”

“This should be interesting at worst and fun at best,” Rena remarked as they left the safehouse and hailed a cab. They each put on a pair of sunglasses and sat in the back of the cab ignored the mindless chatter of the cab driver until they finally reached their destination, a classy nightclub in the upper-class sector of the city. They paid the cab driver and got out and walked inside and stood there for a moment, looking for their contact. Rena spotted him first and they silently approached the table. He stood as they approached. “Ah, you must be the representatives that Mr. Lang sent.”

“That we are,” Sasha said with her fake Russian accent.

“You must be Mr. Browning,” Rena said, also using the accent.

“I most certainly am,” Mr. Browning agreed. He grinned. “And what are your names?”

Rena held out her hand and smiled charmingly. “Irina.”

Sasha mimicked her twin perfectly. “Alexandra.”

“Charmed,” Mr. Browning said. He kissed each of them on their hand and motioned for them to sit, which they did. “Would either of you ladies care for a drink?”

“No, thank you,” Rena said politely. “We like to have clear heads when we do business.”

“Of course.” Mr. Browning nodded. “I understand.”

“Now, Mr. Browning,” Sasha said. “Mr. Lang has need of these supplies that you have to offer. Let me see if I have everything down correctly.” She took out a small folded piece of paper from a pocket of her business suit and unfolded it, even though both she and Rena had the contents of the list memorized, and listed the items on it. “…electrical generators. Unless we all are mistaken, this is what we were told that you have available.”

“It still is,” Mr. Browning assured them. “Now, about the payment. Your boss and I discussed over the phone a total sum of $100,000 for these supplies. That is quite a bargain considering the variety and the value of what I am offering.”

“Of course it is,” Rena said, nodding. She took the small briefcase that she had been carrying and set it on the table. “$20,000 is in this case. You will receive the other $80,000 when the delivery is made and no sooner.” She took a business card from her own suit and placed it on top of the briefcase. “On the card is the address where we would like the delivery to be made as well as the time at which we would like the delivery to be made. Please try not to be late.”

“I always guarantee promptness,” Mr. Browning informed them. “The time and place for the delivery are acceptable to me. I will pull up with a truck and we can begin the unloading of the supplies once you have given me the rest of the money.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Browning, we will begin the unloading of the supplies as soon as your people arrive at the destination and we will pay you the remainder of the amount after the supplies have been transferred,” Sasha said. She opened her mouth as if she was going to say something else, but something caught her eye and she stopped.

“It’s standard procedure for Mr. Lang’s business operations,” Rena continued smoothly. She discreetly looked over at Mr. Browning. Phew, he didn’t notice a thing. What could have spooked Sasha? “Don’t you worry, Mr. Browning. Our boss has never had a problem before. We expect everything to go as smoothly as silk. Don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Mr. Browning said. The three of them stood up and he kissed Rena’s and Sasha’s hands again. “Irina, Alexandra, it was a pleasure to meet you lovely ladies. Do go over to the bar and try the martinis. They are nothing short of spectacular here.”

“It was a pleasure for us as well,” Rena said. “We might just do that.” With a nod, she and Sasha left. She looked around before she turned to Sasha. “What the hell was going on?” she hissed, dropping the accent. “What spooked you?”

Sasha took a deep breath. “Look to your right, really carefully. Guy about our age. 5’10”, dark hair, black suit, and red tie.”

“Okay,” Rena said slowly. She discreetly looked to her right and saw the guy that Sasha had mentioned. “He’s really hot. What’s so…” Something clicked in her mind and she blinked. “511?”

“Yeah,” Sasha said. “Crap, Mr. Browning is still here and we can’t blow our cover.” She sounded close to tears.

“Don’t you worry,” Rena assured her. “He did suggest that we go to the bar for martinis, right? Why don’t we do that and if we happen to bump into 511, then ooops.” She grinned.

“Okay,” Sasha said. She took a deep breath and she and Rena sauntered over to the bar and they each ordered a martini. Rena stayed closer to the bar and casually looked around while Sasha walked over to 511 and tapped him on the shoulder. “Pardon me, sir, but you look like you could use some company.”

511 turned around at the voice and blinked. “121? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” Sasha said, grinning. “I’d—“

“You’re meeting a contact and you don’t want him to suspect too much,” 511 correctly guessed. “No problem. I understand, especially after we came this close to blowing that mission in Mexico because we wanted to sneak off for some alone time.”

“Thank goodness Alec covered for us,” Sasha agreed.

511 frowned. “Alec?”

“494,” Sasha clarified. “My name is Sasha and my twin Rena is over there by the bar. Please tell me that you have a name.”

“So you know what to shout out when we’re in bed?” 511 said, grinning. “It’s Biggs.”

“Biggs?” Sasha repeated. She thought about it and shrugged. “Not bad.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said. “So…you did have the twins with 591?”

“He wasn’t there when I gave birth, but yeah,” Sasha said. “Jade and Julia. They’re so beautiful. I haven’t seen 591 yet in Terminal City and I’m happy. I never liked the guy that much. How about you, Biggs? Have you seen 849 around yet?”

“Nope, I haven’t.” Biggs sighed. “I don’t know if she made it out and I don’t know if the baby is okay, assuming that 849 did make it out.” He saw the look on Sasha’s face. “That was screwed up of Renfro, wasn’t it?”

“I know, how could Renfro possibly have known that 849 was one of only two people outside of you and Alec that I was good friends with,” Sasha remarked. She shook her head. “I haven’t seen her or 228 yet. Lucky 228 not getting assigned to the breeding program. Why couldn’t I have been on an assignment when the DNA lab was blown up and only had gotten back to Manticore twelve hours before it burnt to a crisp like she had been?” They both paused when they heard Rena whistle just loud enough for them to hear. “I’ve got to get going. When you’re done here, Terminal City by the west gate. There’s the fewest humans hanging around that gate.”

“I’ll be there as soon,” Biggs promised. He grinned. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Sasha said. She grinned and followed Rena out of the club and down the block. “I can’t believe he’s here! He’s finally here!”

“Down, girl,” Rena teased. She raised her arm and a cab pulled up to them and they got in. “I can get Alec to help me strap you down until Biggs gets to Terminal City later tonight.”

“I can also get Max to lock you and Zane together in a room for a few hours,” Sasha said.

“You’re evil,” Rena said.

“Takes one to know one, sis,” Sasha pointed out.

“Very true,” Rena admitted.

TBC

Notes: To find out about Biggs’s adventures after the destruction of Manticore, click back and go to my ‘Missing Moments’ series or click here.