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Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You	By : girltype Category: 1 through F > Dark Angel Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors note: Ok. So not my best work, this chapter, I�m developing a bruise on my forehead from hitting the computer screen going "think, think, think." What can I say, we all have our bad days? Please stay with me, the next chapter promises it�ll behave better. Thank you for your reviews, they make me giddy! (I�m keeping my old note for this one�I figure what the hell.)

Dedicated: to my fellow nuns, oh how I love you guys

Review junkie, come on baby give me a fix. ::shakes spastically::

Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You?

Chapter 4: Just Another Day
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When you look at me you see my purpose,
you see my pride,
you think I just saddle up my anger
and ride.
You think I stand so firm.
You think I sit so high on my trusty steed,
but let me tell you
I�m usually face down on the ground, 
and there�s a stampede.
Ah ahh ah ahh
Yeah, I�m no heroine
at least not last time I checked.
I�m too easy to roll over.
I�m too easy to wreck.
I just write about what I should have done.
I sing what I wish I could say.
I hope somewhere some woman hears my music,
and it helps her through her day.
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~ Ani DiFranco, "I�m no Heroine"

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Jen was tapping idly at Logan�s computer, who was in the kitchen fixing food for Jen, Asha, and himself. When she had walked in that morning, shouldering bac backpack and chomping on a breakfast bar, she had raised her eyebrow at the presence of her superior at eight in the morning in rumpled clothes, but refrained from saying anything. Figuring that it wasn�t any of her business she ignored Logan�s stammered explanation while Asha went several shades paler than normal. Jen had looked at them with cool eyes and spoke in a calm voice, "More work, less�whatever."

Logan came into the room placing a chicken sandwich down next to the keyboard then turned and gave Asha one of her own before sitting down next to her. They talked in hushed tones about the next mission they were planning on sending the S1W. They shot quick glances at Jen every couple of minutes. That�s when it happened.

"Oh my God..." Jen said in a whisper. Letters and numbers clicked in Jen�s head, exactly what happened every time she cracked a code and caused people look at her out of the corner of their eye. Her eyes lit up with knowledge that snapped into place like someone suddenly turned on a floodlight. "Oh my God." Her typing sped up so that Logan was having trouble following it with his eyes. She was staring at the screen, as her hands seemed to work without her knowledge. She sat up straight as her fingers sped up one last time before stopping all together. Logan stood up to look over her shoulder. "Oh�my�God! That�s it!"

"What is? What is it?" Asha was trying to see, a jumble of letters and numbers was all that she got for the effort."WP>"What do you see?" Logan�s voice was low and intense as he tried to decipher what seemed like plain English to Jen.

"Manticore stashed their findings. They didn�t exactly leave a paper trail, but it�s enough like one that Alec would be shaking his head in disgust right now."

"Findings?" Logan placed a hand on her shoulder torn between hitting her for mentioning the X5 and restraining himself from picking up the phone to call Max immediately.

"Research. In the event that the main Manticore building had to be shut down, like it did, they stashed their research findings. Everything that was considered top priority is there."

"So they could start gene splicing again." Asha said, her voice cold.

"Or they have ways to create viruses. And maybe even ways to create an anti-virus." Jen had turned her cat green eyes on Logan, who was staring slack jawed at the screen.

"We could steal their whole mainframe."

"And then burn that bitch to the ground." Jen was smiling to herself her eyes glued to the computer screen.

"Do you think we should tell Max?" Asha asked suddenly her arms folded stiffly over her chest and her lips pulled into a harsh line.

"Of course we should tell Max!" Jen was yelling her mouth hanging open as she looked from Asha to Logan.

"If it isn�t there, it�ll just be one more disappointment, and I don�t want to put her through that again." Logan held up a hand to fend her off before going on. "We tell her about the place, leave out the cure part, and if it�s in the files then we tell her. No one gets hurt."

"Sounds solid, in theory." Jen agreed reluctantly. "When should we send them?"

"�them?�" Logan�s eyes slitted shut.

"You want Max to do this alone? This isn�t going to be an easy run. She�s going to have to be out of town for a few days. This isn�t a jump on her cycle be there in twenty minutes, sort of thing. She�s gonna have to actually make a trip, and then once she�s there she has to case the place. Deal with guards, who are Manticore trained, then download the whole mainframe, which will take half an hour, at the least, depending on what system their using. Then she has to blow the bitp anp and get out without dying. Preferably." Jen was trying to keep her voice down as she watched Logan�s eyes close off. "Now the best one for the job is that lovable X5 rouge, Alec. Wouldn�t you say?" Jen didn�t know why but she was angry, right that minute she would love to slap Logan in the face, just to hear the crack.

"It would probably be the safest bet." Asha was saying softly as Logan nodded his head.

"I�ll call her, see when she can start this." His breath was harsh as he reached for the phone.

Jen had turned to Asha smiling mischievously, "you want to call Alec? You got his number, right?"

"Uh, why don�t we let Max get a hold of him?"

"Ri-ight."

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Alec�s eyes snapped open, going from sleep to waking in a second, bypassing the normal human�s need to wake slowly and stretch into awareness. He lay on his back sprawled out on his carpet, hands pillowing his head and didn�t need to orient himself. Sitting up, his eyebrows pulled together to furrow his brow, and searched for the source of the beeping noise.

He found it easily, the pile of clothes and hair next to him that was Max. She lay in a classic cat curl one hand outstretched towards him as though she was reaching for something in her sleep. He considered grabbing the pager and turning it off without waking her, it sat nestled on the top of her pants resting against the smooth skin of her stomach. When he reached for it and his hand started inexplicably shaking he decided against it and settled for shaking her awake.

His breath caught in his throat when her eyes fluttered slowly as she smiled sweetly up at him and stretched languidly. Then she realized something was off, waking up to the sight of Alec though pleasant wasn�t normal and she bolted into a sitting position. "You�re beeper." He said simply.

"Oh." Reaching for it she read the numbers quickly befourniurning to him. "Logan. Can I use your phone?"

"In my jacket." He nodded his head toward the leather coat hanging limply from the doorway.

"I can�t believe I fell asleep," she said softly as she groggily dialed the number. "What�s the word? Did you crack the code�so big?" Alec lifted his eyebrows in surprise when Max�s mouth fell open. "That was dumb of them. Or really smart, I�m not too sure which yet�yeah, I can get a hold of Alec. No guarantees. I�ll come by after work tonight, we can head out tomorrow." She hung up the cell phone and looked at it thoughtfully for a long moment before she turned to Alec.

"What�s the what?" He asked smiling.

"Good old Jen figured out what those letters and numbers meant."

"As usual. I never doubted her for a second." He smirked.

"Well, it�s directions to a Manticore facility, holding research findings."

Alec shook his head sadly. "Disgusting, leaving a trail for us trained soldier types to follow."

"� You You�re coming to help me?" Max raised one eyebrow letting a half smile play on her lips.

"I don�t see why you should get to have all the fun." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the recliner indolently.

She smiled before her face fell and her eyes got slightly wider, "O.C�s gonna kill me. She hates it when I don�t call in to tell her I�m not coming home."

"What, she�s your babysitter?"

"I disappeared for three months, she worries that I might again." She rolled her eyes at him before stretching. "I should get going." She started for the door before his voice caused her to turn around.

"Max�thanks�for listening last night."

She could tell it was hard for him so she smiled softly nodding her head. "Yeah, you too."

He let his face drop into his hands once he had heard the soft click of the door closing behind her. He sat there for what seemed like forever before he finally stood up and headed for the shower. He had to go to work in less than an hour and didn�t want to be late.

Swaggering into JamPony, like he usually did, he nodded in the directions of hello�s and was shoving a backpack into his locker when Original Cindy came up and waved a finger infront of his face menacingly, "You playin� my girl?"

"What?" Alec couldn�t help the expression of complete disbelief that covered his face as he stared down at the woman.

"She didn�t come home last night. I�m thinking she spent the night at your place. You better not be playin� her cause transgenic or not I�ll lay the hurt down on you!"

"Yes, she spent the night, but as much as I would like to say that she succumbed to my masculine charms, nothing happened."

Normal�s voice broke through leaving Alec smiling happily, "Look who�s late again!"

"Max!" Alec called waving a hand. When She was standing infront of them he smirked, "Tell Original Cindy that I�m not playin� you."

Max turned on Cindy with a scowl, "I already told you what happened last night. And once again �gross!�" Ting ing her bag into her locker she scowled at Normal. "Apparently I gotta run."

"I�m just lookin� out for you!" Cindy called after her, a wave was Max�s only response.

"Why are you so worried about me?" Cindy just glared at him with slit brown eyes before making way way over to the front desk. Shaking his head in confusion he smiled at Sketchy before going over to see his friend.
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