Together -- Chapter 29

Disclaimer: All of the characters that appeared on the TV show Dark Angel (Max, Zack, Logan, etc.) 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.).

“It’s great to have the database finally cracked,” Max said as she and Becky and Logan ate dinner together at Logan’s penthouse the next night. “I finally have at least some answers.”

“I know what you mean,” Becky said. She grinned. “They were this close to demoting 224 back down to second-in-command of the Seattle X6s and replacing him with Jeff after 224 slashed my cheek on purpose during edge weapons training one day. It was actually the day that I made contact with Max. Remember that day? I had that bandage on my cheek?”

“I remember that,” Max said. “I never knew that originally they were going to put me into Unit 8.” She turned to Logan. “Apparently, at that point, they didn’t decide which two sibs to keep together in a unit. Krit was born early and they shoved him with Zack and the others. There was this one girl who was born between me and Krit, 349, who was going to be in my unit instead of me. But when 349 was born, she turned out to have an identical twin, 350. Plus at that point, one of the kids in Unit 4 had died from some genetic defect, so they decided to replace that kid with 350, and put me and Krit in the same unit and have 349 go into Unit 8, since they already had a set of identical twins together in a unit in New York. Pretty weird.”

More proof that you and Zack were meant to be together if you ask me, Becky thought. “That is weird. They made a similar decision with my unit. Kevin actually has a brother who’s about two weeks younger than he is, but they decided to put 299 into Unit 3. I saw him around occasionally back at Manticore. He’s a nice guy.”

“Are you going to tell Kevin about that?” Logan asked.

“I already did,” Becky said. “I called him earlier today after Max and I had read all that info. I told him about that and about Zack and me.”

“What was his reaction to both?” Max asked.

“Pretty good on both counts,” Becky said. “Got the ‘should have known you and Zack were related, you looked a lot alike’ remark. He was happy for me. He said he hopes that he gets a chance to tell 299 sometime that they’re brothers.”

“Speaking of Zack, where’s he at now?” Max said.

“Believe it or not, still here in Seattle,” Becky said. “He’s crashing on my couch. I think he’s had a long last couple of weeks. We’ve all had a long last couple of weeks. He’ll be in the city for at least a few days.”

“That’s good,” Max said.

“Yeah,” Logan echoed, but he was definitely a lot less happy about it than Max was.

Man, oh man, is it fun to watch Logan Cale squirm! “I suggested to Zack that maybe you, me, and him to go out and race each other on our bikes one of these nights. Sound like fun?”

“Sure,” Max said. “Last time I did that, I beat his ass. I didn’t know it was him at the time, though. He hadn’t popped back into my life before then and he was wearing one of those helmets so that I couldn’t see his face though the shield.”

“Hey, if you guys just want a rematch, I don’t mind sitting out and letting you two go at it,” Becky said. She sounded casual, but discretely looked out of the corner of her eye at Logan again. Squirming some more! Damn, this is so much fun!

“That sounds pretty good,” Max said. “Logan, are you okay? You’re fidgeting.”

“Sorry,” Logan said. “I’m wearing a new shirt. You know how it is, they’re uncomfortable as hell until you wash them a few times.”

What a load of crap! 887 can lie better than that, and he’s one of the worst liars I have ever seen.

Max’s cell phone rang at that moment, interrupting Becky’s train of thought. “Back in a sec.” She got up and walked out of the dining room.

“So, Logan,” Becky said. “How’s Eyes Only going along?”

“It’s going pretty well,” Logan said. “I’m definitely back in the swing of things now. I’m currently working on exposing the current police chief’s extra-curricular activities. When I say extra-curricular, it really is extra-curricular—to the twelve and thirteen-year-old girls who participate in them with him. I should have all of that ready to broadcast tomorrow night. I just need a few more things and it should be all set.”

“Sounds interesting,” Becky said.

“That was Zack,” Max said, coming back into the dining room and sitting back down at the table.

“What did he want?” Becky asked.

“Just wanted to meet up with me,” Max said. She shrugged. “He didn’t really give a reason.”

Yes! He’s taking my advice. “Maybe he just wants to spend time with you. With all the crap that’s been going on lately, he hasn’t had a chance to actually do that.”

“Could be,” Max agreed.

Logan looked disappointed. “Max, I needed you to go take those last few photos of the police chief so I could show them in the broadcast I’m planning on doing tomorrow.”

“I could do that for you just this once,” Becky offered. “I know a few ways of spying on someone, myself.”

“Thank you,” Logan said gratefully.

“I should get going and meet Zack,” Max said. “I’ll see you both later.”

“Have fun,” Becky said.

Max left and Logan turned to Becky. “I really do appreciate you helping me, Becky. Thanks.”

“330768235405 at your service tonight,” Becky quipped. She gave Logan a mock salute and Logan laughed. “I’ll get going on it in a little bit.”

“Thanks,” Logan said. “I’ve got to use the bathroom. Excuse me.” He got up and left the table.

Becky turned in her seat and watched him leave the room. I will get on it...just as soon as I temporarily disable your phone lines!

TBC