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Chapter Twelve

In every man's life there
will be a moment where he stops to think of others.
But this most definitely
was not it. This was the moment that would decide his fate; would
he live or die? Logan didn't know if his luck had
finally run out or if he would be granted a miracle, but if his time was up, he
sure as hell planned to go out kicking and screaming.
He supposed that there
was a Higher Being who ran the universe and made things happen in the right place
and time, but while Logan bought into the idea of reward
and punishment, he believed in fame and fortune, too. Someone had to look out
for the underdog; however, he saw no reason why he shouldn't reap the benefits
that came with it and bask in recognition that was his due.
Am I being punished
for that, now? he
though with growing desperation as he lumbered through the dense brush, Ben hot
on his heels.
Sweat beaded on his brow
and dripped into his eyes, but he didn't dare stop to wipe it away. The stabbing
pain at his temples and the searing agony behind his eyes were the least of his
worries. He was hurting, sure, but his brain was still functioning. It was his
leg that distressed him most. It had gone all but numb from bullet hole to
ankle and he stumbled every second step.
The knife in his hand and
the gun at his back were no good to soon-to-be paralyzed prey, such that he
was, at the mercy of a homicidal psychopath. Instinct for survival, fear and
adrenaline were all that drove him. The need to see one more sunrise,
taste one more delicacy, hear one last symphonic masterpiece.
Wind whipped through his
hair and sharp branches and leaves tore at the surface of his cheeks, lips and
brow. His eyes narrowed against the rushing onslaught of endless forest and
Logan Cale thought not of Eyes Only, the resistance and the "good
fight", but of the strained breaths barely filling his aching lungs, the
acid sting of sweat penetrating his broken skin. His heart pounded ruthlessly
in his chest in time with the deafening roar that filled his ears.
Logan Cale was no
religious man, but he recalled a passage from Isaiah 47.9: "These two
things shall come upon thee suddenly in one day, barrenness and
widowhood." There was more to it, he knew, he thought as he focused on lowering
his injured leg solidly on the uneven ground and fought to keep his balance,
but the details were unimportant. This portion of the verse seemed very clear
to him.
In one, terrible,
harrowing day he was left an empty void and his life's work, gone. This
was a moment for mourning what he had been and what he would never become; no
others were left to take it upon themselves when he passed. Logan Cale was the
only man who would truly mourn for Logan Cale if he died out in this
wilderness.
When this reality washed
over him he misstepped, a fatal error made by a terrified man who'd seen the
Reaper rearing at his back. In one last hurrah, Logan lashed out with the knife still
gripped tightly in his sweaty palm, slicing through empty air with a withered
whistle.
Ben's deep, roaring laugh
tore through the clouded twilight as his foot swept Logan's legs from under him and sent
the older man crashing to the ground, dislodging the gun from beneath his
waistband and flinging it far from reach.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The stars were twinkling
faintly in the fading light of day's end. Ben rapidly made his way through the
city, lost in the growing throngs of people rushing home from work under
unforgiving skies. He knew he needed to hurry. If he wanted to make certain she
was alone and would accompany him without distraction, he'd have to act fast;
Alec and Zack would already be on their way to Logan's and would seek her out
to inform her of the hacker's disappearance.
Ben waged a mental battle
as he approached the building. As always happened when facing time alone with
Max, his stomach knotted and his pulse sped up a bit. How many times had he
wanted to give in to that nagging voice that told him he was the better choice?
How many chances had he passed up, knowing he could overpower her, take her,
claim her? But he never did. Ben loved Max; loved her to the point of
distraction, but never yet had he lost control and given into his inner demon,
to the part of him that didn't care that she belonged to his twin.
For months he'd fought
himself and his deSires. Fantasizing was well and good, but there were lines
one didn't cross. However, as time passed, and with each life he'd taken, more
and more of his soul was lost. Even Ben could sense the shift within, knew that
the lines of decency and trust, loyalty and love were blurring with want, need
and a nearly uncontainable lust. He'd come close to losing control before; he'd
certainly lost it with Jinx, but she wasn't Max, so as terrible
as the act he'd committed was, he wasn't as bothered by it as he could have
been.
Ben was conflicted and
confused, but that wasn't anything new these days. He craved a confidante,
wanted to confess, to tell someone of his inner struggle and his fears, someone
who would understand and accept him despite his heinous acts. And he knew
they were so; so terrible and depraved and wrong. It wasn't as if he liked
killing.
Well, except for the
ones who deserved it,
he thought darkly. Perhaps he shouldn't have appointed himself judge, jury and executioner,
but someone had to deal with the scum of the world or else they'd all
get away with their crimes. But those people aside, Ben didn't want to
hurt innocent people.
I just can't seem to
stop myself.
Nor do I really want
to, came the
traitorous whisper from the depths of his mind and the blackened corners of his
failing conscience. An image of Logan's broken, bruised and bloody body
flashed before him and his eyes glinted maliciously before he quickly shook the
thoughts. His body was beginning to react from the brief remembrance and his
agitation and frustration grew, knowing he couldn't act on his growing urges.
It seemed that following
each kill, his sexual appetite increased. In the past Ben had always found
release in the arms of a stranger, someone he didn't care about and would use
to exhaust his hunger and expel what passions could otherwise consume him. If
he'd had time, he would have gone back to that chicken ranch and found a
willing whore to sate him instead of going after Max, half-cocked and
unprepared. But time was the one thing he didn't have. If he didn't share his
burden, he might just snap.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Lydecker sat back in his
chair and steepled his hands beneath his chin, lost in thought.
They'd tagged Cale a few
weeks back, hoping the hacker would lead them to the rogue X5 murdering
innocents. He knew it was a Transgenic; the signs were all there. Each crime
scene was almost a recreation of the training session he'd put the X5 unit
through all those years ago, prior to their escape.

Still can't believe it after all this time, he mused with a mixture of
pride and frustration. His kids had done the unthinkable, breaking out of a
high-security institution at such tender ages. Yet they weren't quite children.
In years, yes, but not in experience or training. His kids at nine were already
far more advanced and deadly than any of his fully grown, most highly trained
military operatives. He'd been searching for them for a decade and this was the
first real break he'd gotten.
His reflections were interrupted
by one of the techs.

"Sir? The system just alerted us to a change in the target's location.
He's outside the geofence, Sir."

Lydecker sprang to his feet and rushed to the terminal. The screens showed
Cale's position to be an area just outside of Seattle.

"The signal's a bit weak, Sir. The coordinates indicate a heavily wooded
area, which would explain the interference..."

Lydecker glanced sharply at the the officer when his voice had wavered
slightly.

"What are you not telling me, soldier?" he asked, tone icy and
commanding.

"Well, Sir, until a few minutes ago, the tracer on the target showed
steady vitals, if a bit high at times. We understand that this is possibly
because of the situation as a hostage, but then it," he winced, knowing
his next words could earn him the Colonel's wrath, "it stopped, Sir."

Lydecker's jaw clenched and his eyes hardened.

"So Cale's dead, then?" he stated more than inquired.

The tech nodded. "Yes, Sir, it would appear so."

Well, that's one less problem to worry about, he thought. But what a
way to go. A momentary, wry half-smile crossed his face. Cale, you sad,
unlucky son of a bitch.

Barking about continued surveillance for their suspect, X5-493, Donald Lydecker
folded his arms over his chest and waited. He had a feeling things were coming
to a head, and soon. All he could do for now was keep careful watch and wait
for the right opportunity to present itself.

In the weeks following the initial tagging of the cyber-hacker and subsequent
bugging of his home, Lydecker had discovered some important pieces of
information; specifically, the names of four people he believed to be
Transgenics gone AWOL. Three of the names he recognized, one he didn't.
Alec.

This was the one he'd banked on. The intel he'd gathered from the wire taps on
Cale's phone suggested that 'Alec' was X5-494; 493, or Ben's, twin. The soldier
who'd disappeared after a failed mission about a year earlier.

While he knew that 494 had more training than the '09 escapees, Manticore had
made massive strides in monitoring their soldiers and keeping tabs on their
activities on base and in the field. This gave Lydecker an advantage once his
team had located the X5. It hadn't been easy to monitor his movements and
routine, but they'd done it. 494 unwittingly led Lydecker to the supposed
location of all four Transgenics. He'd just been waiting for the right time to
strike.
Patience was a virtue he
had in spades and good strategy took time.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Max grimaced at the loud
squelch that accompanied her every step. She would have just tolerated
the downpour had she not had the misfortune of stepping in a puddle that
swallowed her sneakers whole. The result was waterlogged shoes and a short
fuse.
Her day had been a
disaster and she looked forward to the evening when she could unwind with her
boyfriend and friends over a few games of pool and rounds of beer.
Max quickly unlocked the
door to the apartment but made sure to remove her shoes and jacket before
stepping inside and making her way to the bathroom. The crisp winter air sent
shivers across her already chilled skin and she shuddered. She wasted no time
stripping her sodden clothing from her body and stepping under the hot,
welcoming spray.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Ben entered the
apartment, noticing at once the pleasant and enticing scent of the woman he
loved and lusted after. He pulled at the soaking leather jacket hanging on the
hook behind the door and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled of
wet hide and faint, musky perfume, fresh and cloying and comforting. He cocked
an ear and smiled as he heard the shower running in the bath.
Ben's smile widened when
he heard the water stop. He waited with eager anticipation for her to exit the
bathroom, hoping to catch her unawares.
Alone in the house,
she might just pass on her bathrobe...
He wasn't disappointed
when she stepped into the hall, a towel wrapped around her small form and large
amounts of skin bared to his hungry gaze. His eyes lingered on the swell of her
breasts visible above the towel before dropping lower, to where the towel
parted to reveal shadows and crevasses below the waist. Ben couldn't help
himself; he hissed her name without thinking.
The shock of her brother
catching her off guard resulted in her losing her grip on the towel. It fell to
the floor, baring her shimmering moist flesh, golden and glowing. Long, thin,
curvy, supple...time seemed to stand still as his gaze roved her body. Ben
gasped, his cock hardening at the thought of touching that skin, and Max, too
aware of her state of undress, hastily bent to retrieve it, but before rising
she made the mistake of meeting his lust darkened eyes. When he licked his lips
but didn't turn away, she flushed furiously and covered herself.
"Pervert!" she
squeaked. "You're my brother, for fuck's sake!"
Now that hurt. His
lips thinned into a tight line. And I'm not your brother, dammit!
"It was an accident,
Max."
"Whatever. What are
you doing here?" she snapped, embarrassed and defensive.
"I live here,
remember?"
She scoffed. "You
know what I mean. Shouldn't you be...somewhere?"
Ben clenched his jaw. Of
course she would say something like that. They always assumed he was somewhere,
they just never seemed to care where that was.
Ben schooled his features
into a mask of apologetic discomfort, and in a low voice that belied his
frustration, replied, "Probably, but, uh, Maxie, there's been another
murder."
That got her attention.
"Let me," she
gulped, face flushing again, "get dressed." That said, she
disappeared into her bedroom leaving the door open just enough so that they
could carry on a conversation clearly.
The bedroom she shares
with Alec, he
thought grimly and almost growled in jealousy. He could still smell sex on the
air. The room always reeked of it, painfully reminding him that she belonged to
another.
"Who was it this
time?" she asked from behind the door.
"I think it's best
if you saw for yourself," he replied calculatingly. She has to see, she
must understand. She will understand; only Maxie would.
"How did you find
out about this and why hasn't Zack or Alec called? Do they know?" She
rattled off a slew of questions, making Ben squirm.
"I got a tip-off
from Logan," he answered quickly. "Dunno about the guys, though. Does
Alec tell you everything? Give a guy some space, Max," he rambled,
"Everyone's got secrets." Ooh, he'd let that slip
unintentionally.
With those words, Max
threw the door open and glowered.
"Are you implying
that I stifle my boyfriend? Or that he's keeping things from me?" she
hissed angrily.
Ben put his hands up in
protest and hurriedly attempted to calm the cross female.
"Never, Maxie.
Just," he searched for words that wouldn't further antagonize the girl,
"you guys seem attached at the hip sometimes. Maybe a little time apart
would do you good." Ignoring her narrowing eyes and pursed lips he plowed
on. "And secrets aren't necessarily a bad thing, right? And if he
is hiding something, have you considered he might be planning a surprise or
whatever? And I never said he was keeping secrets, just...Jesus,
Maxie."
She pondered that a
moment and then, seemingly mollified, she grinned. "A surprise, huh?"
She pushed Ben aside and walked down the hall, a bounce in her step, when she
stopped suddenly and whirled around, face grim.
"Okay, Logan told you
about another murder. I take it Sung told him? Does the press know yet?"
Talk about an
about-face...
"Yes, yes and no.
Which is why we really need to get going if we want to search for clues. I left
Alec a message to tell him where we'll be; Zack's phone is going to voicemail
too, but it's full."
Okay, I got those
covered, and she believes me - at least for now, he thought, pleased with
her easy acceptance of his lies.
Max sent him a look of
determination.
"Let's get this over
with."

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"Colonel
Lydecker?"

"Stevens."

"X5-493 exited the building, Sir. He's got the girl with him."

"Excellent," he purred in pleasure. "What direction are they
headed?"

"It looks like he's retracing his steps, Sir. They're headed toward the
outer city limits."

"Have the team at those coordinates. They are to wait for my command
before moving in. And make sure they're well hidden. The targets are
X5s, Stevens; their senses are far superior to any human's. Don't underestimate
them."

Patience had won out. His time had come.
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