Together -- Chapter 66

Disclaimer: The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Max, Zack, Logan, 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.).

Notes: Spoiler-ish stuff for “She Ain’t Heavy.” The next few chapters are going to be sort of an AU version of that episode.

White took the folder from his assistant and looked at the very tall young woman who sat bound in the chair in front of him. She was glaring daggers at White, who merely gave her a cold smirk. “Now, what thoughts could be brewing behind those pretty eyes of yours? Hmmm?”

“I was thinking about how lucky I am that I don’t need a knife to rip off body parts,” the woman said nastily. “You want to help me decide which one of yours I should start with?”

White gave her a patronizing smile. “No need to be so hostile.”

“No need to be such a prick,” she snapped.

White ignored her and opened the folder, which contained all of the information that his people had been able to gather on the woman. “331487456121, designation: X5-121. You were born on May 19th, 1997 in Gillette, Wyoming, two minutes before your identical twin, X5-120. You were transferred to the Manticore facility located here in the Seattle area when you were two days old and placed with X5 Unit 3, where your commanding officer was initially X5-908, who was replaced as commanding officer of the unit by X5-494…” White paused and frowned when he saw Alec’s designation. “…in June of 2010. You were placed in Psychological Operations for six months beginning in March of 2009 due to the escape of your twin and her unit. You had an admirable record on your missions and you were one of the first of the X-series soldiers that were placed into the breeding program, where your breeding partner was X5-591, the result of which I’m presuming are those beautiful twin girls that were with you when we picked you up.”

“They are beautiful and if you hurt even one hair on either of their heads, I will dismember you slowly,” 121 threatened.

“That’s very nice of you, 121,” White said.

“Do you have to be so formal? Call me Sasha. I insist,” she said sarcastically. “Where are my daughters?”

“Your daughters, 121, are perfectly fine,” White said. “They will not be harmed in any way.”

Sasha narrowed her eyes. “I’m not stupid. Assuming that you’re not completely bullshitting me here, there’s a catch somewhere. The phrase ‘I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you’ is pretty useless considering how far I actually can throw your sorry ass, but I think you get my meaning perfectly clear. What’s the catch?”

“I want you to do a favor for me,” White told her. “It shouldn’t be too hard for someone like you.” He walked right up to Sasha and looked her right in the eyes. “I want you to find X5-452 and capture her and bring her to me.”

“452? One of the punks that ran back in ’09?” Sasha said. She thought it over for a few minutes and nodded. “If it means my daughters are going to be okay, then I’ll do it. You want anything specific done?”

“452 is to be captured and brought back to me alive,” White ordered. “No matter what, 452 must be alive. Feel free to use whatever force short of lethal that you feel is necessary, though. I’d like for her to be brought in with as few scratches as possible because I want her to be in as good a shape as she can be for the lab technicians who are going to slice the bitch up, but if that’s not possible then you have my permission to use force to subdue her.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Sasha said. “Do you have a picture of her so that I’ll know what she looks like?”

White handed Sasha a print out of the picture that had been attached to Max’s DNA analysis. “This was taken while 452 was back at Manticore after the destruction of the DNA lab.”

Sasha took a good look at the picture and nodded. “Do you know where 452 is located?”

“She should be here in Seattle,” White said. “For some reason, she loves this city. Also, she seems to want to go by the name Max.”

“Whatever,” Sasha said dismissively. “Aren’t you going to untie me so that I can do this favor that you asked me to do?”

“Of course,” White said. He undid the binds and Sasha stood up and rubber her wrists. “I would like to hear from you within five days.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Sasha said. She moved a lock of dark auburn hair that had fallen in her face out of the way. She looked down at White. “Like I said, if I do what you asked me to do and I come back and I find that one hair on either of their heads has been harmed…I will not be held responsible for me actions.”

“Your children will not be harmed,” White assured her. “When you bring me 452, I will personally make sure that your twins are returned to you.”

“Good,” Sasha said. “I guess that I will be seeing you later. I’ve got some equipment that I need to get. Excuse me.” She left the building.

White turned to his assistant. “What’s the status of 121’s offspring?”

“They’re fine, sir,” the assistant said. “They’re napping right now. Do you want to terminate them?”

“No,” White said. “121 seems to be quite attached to them. They are her motivation for completing this task. She might want to see or hear proof that they are fine while she is hunting 452. 121’s offspring are to be cared for as if they are normal infants until 121 brings 452 in. After that happens, I will let you know what to do with them. Bring them to location beta until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, sir,” the assistant said. He went off.

White looked at Max’s picture and grinned. You are in for it now, 452.

TBC