Movie Magic - Chapter 9: And...Action!
Title: Movie Magic
Author: LaughtersMelody
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dark Angel
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel, but I’ve moved Alec to an undisclosed location. I mean…nope, I still don’t know where he is. *tries to look innocent*
Genre: Romance/Humor/Mystery/Action
Pairing: Max/Alec
Type: Multi-chapter
Spoilers: Takes place sometime after “Love Among The Runes,” but before “Freak Nation.”
Characters: Max, Alec, Logan
Secondary Characters: OCs
Summary: Max and Alec go undercover on a movie set, and things get…complicated.
A/N: I hope you’ll enjoy this next chapter, and please let me know what you think! :)
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Movie Magic
The team had arrived that morning.
Alec sighed, running a weary hand through his hair. It had been a long day already, and they hadn’t even gotten to the hard part yet.
Sneaking five transgenics onto a movie set hadn’t been easy, especially when one of them looked like a giant, talking lizard. Alec had suggested that Mole sit this one out, but the transhuman had flat-out refused. Alec hadn’t fought him on it too much.
He’d figured that all of the others -- Lena, Garret, Tally, and Reese -- were X5s, so they could do the legwork on the trip to the set and Mole could stay outta sight ‘til they were ready. Besides, if they got caught on the way back, they’d have a lady with stripes, so a guy with green skin and scales wasn’t gonna make much of a difference.
They’d hidden their ride in a small clearing about a half mile away, then hiked the rest of the way up. Getting past the rent-a-cops at the entrance hadn’t been difficult, but since filming wasn’t over yet, the set had still been busy.
Even worse, the trailers had been crammed to begin with, and trying to hide five people in one wasn’t a fun experience. Max had been there too, of course, and having to stand right next to her and act like everything was normal…
Half of Alec wanted to punch something, the other half just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere with a bottle of Scotch, and try to disprove the theory that transgenics couldn’t get drunk.
“What’s your problem?”
Alec blinked, realizing he’d gotten so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t heard anyone walk closer. He spared a glance at Mole.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Sure you are, Pretty Boy.” The lizard-man gave him a piercing look. “Just don’t screw this up.”
Ah, Mole and his way with words. It was so nice to know he cared.
Alec snorted softly and forced himself away from the tree he’d been leaning on. He followed the transhuman over to the others. They were all dressed in black -- except for Mole, who still hadn’t lost his army jacket. Then again, in the dark, Mole was almost invisible. Even Alec’s cat-sensitive eyes had to work just a little harder to see him.
Max, though…Alec couldn’t have ignored her if he tried. Her presence always seemed to be on the edges of his awareness, and it had only gotten worse since-
He pushed that thought roughly back down. Now wasn’t the time for this. He had other things to worry about, like not getting captured or killed. For the moment, that took priority.
Shaking his head at himself, Alec watched as Max tapped the radio at her ear.
“All set, Logan?”
“All set,” the cyber journalist’s voice confirmed over the comms. “I’ve isolated the frequency the guards are using. I’ll keep monitoring it from here. If anything changes, you’ll know about it when they do. Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Max answered. She looked up, glancing around at everyone else. “Ready?” she asked.
They all nodded, and one by one, disappeared into the darkness.
The forest was almost pitch black, but there was still more than enough light for a transgenic. Alec stopped, crouching silently at the base of a tree. He let his eyes sweep the perimeter, taking his time picking out his first target.
He settled on a guard standing at the base of a small hill. He was wearing night vision goggles, scanning the woods around him every few minutes.
Alec blurred forward and slipped an arm around the man’s throat, clamping down hard on his airway. The guard struggled for a few moments before his eyes fluttered closed, and his body went limp. Alec held on for a minute more, wanting to make sure the guy wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon, then he reached for the guard’s gun, popped the clip, and pocketed it. He checked the chamber and emptied it too. No sense leaving the guy armed, just in case he did get back up.
It didn’t take long for Alec’s ears to pick out the sounds of other limp bodies hitting the forest floor around him. An ordinary wouldn’t have heard it, but Alec mentally totaled their count before setting his sights on his next target.
Seven guards down, a whole lot more to go…
The plan was to take down as many as they could before they moved on to the air field. That way, if things went sideways like they usually did, and the bad guys called for reinforcements, they, the good guys, wouldn’t have as much to worry about.
They had ten minutes to take out the rest of their targets, then they were supposed to meet and regroup. Time went by fast, and soon Alec was standing at the rally-point. It wasn’t long before the others showed up, too.
“How many did you get?” Garret asked.
“Four,” Alec answered. “You?”
“Three.”
“Three for me, too,” Reese added.
“I got five.”
The male X5s all turned to glare at Mole. The lizard-man shrugged.
“Don’t look at me, kitty-cats, ain’t my fault you’re slow.”
Alec heard Lena mutter something about “males and their egos,” and Tally nodded in agreement. Alec thought about saying something back, but decided against it. If the other females were anything like Max, it was probably the smart thing to do.
Speaking of Max…
He sensed rather than saw her come up behind him. He forced himself not to react.
“How are we doing for time?” she asked.
He glanced at his watch.
“Not bad. We’ve got at least half an hour ‘til the next shift change, so that gives us about twenty minutes once we get to the air field.”
Max nodded, and the group fell silent as they started moving again, Alec and Max taking point. Security hadn’t gotten any better in the last couple days and the road was still unguarded, so they didn’t run into any obstacles there. The air field itself, though, still had a few guards stationed outside the hanger.
Alec and Max signaled to the rest of the team to split up. Mole, Reese, Lena, and Tally went around to cover the back, while he, Max and Garret took the front.
They waited for a few minutes to make sure they were clear, then blurred across the runway, taking the guards by surprise, disarming them and dragging the unconscious men into the shadow of one of the storage sheds. Hopefully, if someone came looking, they’d assume the guards were on their rounds, sweeping the area. It wouldn’t work for long, but it would buy them a little more time at least.
Alec tapped his ear piece.
“Mole, we’re going in. Maintain position for now.”
“Copy that.”
He followed Max around the building until they reached the same window they’d used during their first visit. Max jumped inside, and Alec and Garret followed behind her. They did a quick sweep of the corridor they’d landed in, then ran silently down the hall towards the main area where the transhuman was being kept.
They blurred again, trying not to give the guards there a chance to call out a warning. Alec saw Max take her target out with a kick and an elbow to the chest. Alec hit his target a split second later, punching him hard in the jaw. Garret dropped low, sweeping his leg under his target’s, and knocked the man out with a blow to the head.
The other guards, unfortunately, had a little more time to react. One of them managed to pull a side-arm from his holster, but Max was next to him in an instant, taking the gun from his hand and hitting him across the temple with it. He went down hard, and Max ejected the clip from the gun, clearing the chamber before tossing the gun aside.
Alec’s next opponent actually managed to take a swing at him, but he dodged the punch easily, catching the man’s arm, twisting it behind his back and using the momentum he gained to throw the guard into the cage bars and then to the floor.
Garret had apparently decided to take a page out of Max’s book, and grabbed his opponent’s rifle, using it like a club, hitting him hard in the head, and again in the stomach.
The remaining guards seemed a little slow on the up-take -- either that, or they hadn’t expected to see six of their buddies taken out in a few seconds -- and it wasn’t long before they were down too.
So far so good, Alec thought, watching as Max bent down to grab the keys from one of the guards. Max tossed the keys at him, and he caught them one-handed, then walked over to the cage door.
It took him a minute to find the right one, and he glanced up at the transhuman while he worked. She was watching them warily, her head tilted at an odd angle, her lips curled in a half-snarl.
When the lock clicked and the door finally creaked open, the transhuman crouched, the snarl turning into a full-blown growl. She swiped the air with her hand, her fingers curled and claw-like.
Alec backed up a step.
“Whoa, easy, Tiger.”
The words had slipped out before he could stop them, but thankfully, the tiger-lady didn’t seem to take offense. She just blinked at him, and the growl slowly died down.
“It’s okay,” Max added a second later. “We’re here to help you.”
The tiger-lady blinked again, her gaze darting to Max and then to Garret.
“It’s okay,” Max repeated. She was using what Alec thought of as her “Josh-voice,” the one that way always a little softer than her regular voice, and a lot softer than the tone she usually took with him.
Alec wasn’t sure if the transhuman could really understand them, but she almost looked convinced…almost, when Alec’s ears caught a low rumble in the distance. And it was getting louder. The tiger-lady must have heard it too, because she backed further into the cage, and bared her teeth.
Max tapped the radio at her ear.
“Mole, what is that?!” she demanded.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Alec rolled his eyes.
“We’ve noticed.” I knew this was too easy. “What kind of problem?”
“There’s a plane headed this way.”
“A plane? Is it gonna land here?”
“With our luck, I’d say, probably, yeah.”
Alec cursed under his breath.
“They just received a transmission,” Logan’s voice broke in. “Pilot’s telling them to clear the runway.”
“What about pretending to be the control tower? Telling them to wait?”
“I would, but the air field doesn’t have a control tower.”
Alec sighed. These guys didn’t care about NTSB regulations. Go figure.
At least the plane wouldn’t be able to see that there was something was wrong from the air, though, so that gave them a little more time to figure out what to do.
“Mole,” Max ordered, apparently thinking the same thing, “keep tabs on that plane, but stay where you are. We don’t want to tip them off unless we have to.”
“Understood,” Mole responded, though he didn’t sound very happy. Then again, he never sounded happy.
Alec frowned, looking back at the cage, and the transhuman inside it.
How were they supposed to get her back to TC if she didn’t want to go? They could try knocking her out, but for some reason, Alec didn’t think that would get them on her good side.
But, no matter what, they had to figure something out and fast. The plane wasn’t the only thing they had to worry about. The guards in the hanger weren’t a threat for now, but there were more buildings, other guards. Not to mention the ones they’d left back at the set, the ones who --
“Max!” Logan’s anxious voice came over the comms again. “All personnel have been ordered to fall-back to the air field!”
--the ones who had apparently reported an ambush. Alec shook his head. Well, they could pretty much kiss that extra time goodbye.
Alec glanced over at Max, and she nodded.
“Change of plans,” she said. “Garret, come with me. We’ll see how close the rest of the guards are to getting here, and hold them off if we have to. Alec,” she added, nodding at the transhuman, “get her out of that cage.”
Alec arched an eyebrow at her.
“How?”
“Figure something out.”
With that she was gone, headed for the front of the hanger, Garret right behind her. Alec sighed, and looked back at the transhuman.
She blinked at him through the bars.
“Um…nice kitty?” he tried.
She snarled, and Alec held up his hands.
“Okay, okay, relax. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
He backed up another step just in case.
Alec sighed. Well, this was just great. They finally pull off a rescue, and this is what they get. What was he supposed to do now? Tempt her with catnip? A steak? An antelope, maybe? Too bad he didn’t have any of those.
Making up his mind to try talking again -- not that he had a lot of other options -- Alec moved away from the cage’s opening. He wanted to give her a lot of room if she decided to cooperate.
“Listen,” he started slowly, “we,” he pointed to himself and in the direction Max and Garret had gone, “really are trying to help you. We can get you out of here.” He pointed to the tiger-lady and the open cage-door to make his point. “But you,” he continued, waving her forward, “have to come with us.”
The tiger-lady blinked again, cocking her head, and Alec grimaced. He felt like one of those American tourists people complained about, the ones who thought that if they spoke English loud enough and slow enough, everybody would understand them.
Something he’d said must have worked, though, because a second later, the transhuman started moving tentatively for the door.
“Come on,” Alec encouraged. “That’s it. Good…uh…tiger.”
The tiger-lady stopped and looked at him, her lip curling a little. It wasn’t a very human expression, but somehow, Alec still got the feeling she thought he was an idiot.
She walked the rest of the way out though, and in spite of the way her eyes tracked him when he moved, she didn’t seem like she was planning to jump him any time soon. Alec breathed a small sigh of relief, and walked a few steps away to see if she’d follow. She did, so he started for the hanger doors.
Max and Garret were waiting for them.
“How are we doing?” Alec asked.
“See for yourself,” Max said, nodding at the door. Alec followed her gaze, focusing his eyes. A group of about twenty men was gathering on the edge of the air field. Rodriguez stood in front of them, barking orders.
Alec frowned. Seven transgenics up against twenty soldiers wasn’t actually bad odds. Then his eyes fell on the plane now sitting on the runway. It was large enough that he couldn’t see around it, but…
With a sinking feeling, Alec tapped the radio at his ear.
“Mole, what’s our status?”
“Not good,” Mole answered. “You know that plane? You’ll never guess what it was carryin’.”
Alec sighed.
“More guards?”
“Yep. More guards.”
TBC…
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A/N: I’ve written Star Wars battle scenes and lightsaber duels, but this is actually the first action scene I’ve written for DA. It was a fun challenge, and I really hope I handled it well. :)
Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think!
Take care and God bless!
-Laughter
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| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
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Author: LaughtersMelody
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dark Angel
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel, but I’ve moved Alec to an undisclosed location. I mean…nope, I still don’t know where he is. *tries to look innocent*
Genre: Romance/Humor/Mystery/Action
Pairing: Max/Alec
Type: Multi-chapter
Spoilers: Takes place sometime after “Love Among The Runes,” but before “Freak Nation.”
Characters: Max, Alec, Logan
Secondary Characters: OCs
Summary: Max and Alec go undercover on a movie set, and things get…complicated.
A/N: I hope you’ll enjoy this next chapter, and please let me know what you think! :)
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Movie Magic
The team had arrived that morning.
Alec sighed, running a weary hand through his hair. It had been a long day already, and they hadn’t even gotten to the hard part yet.
Sneaking five transgenics onto a movie set hadn’t been easy, especially when one of them looked like a giant, talking lizard. Alec had suggested that Mole sit this one out, but the transhuman had flat-out refused. Alec hadn’t fought him on it too much.
He’d figured that all of the others -- Lena, Garret, Tally, and Reese -- were X5s, so they could do the legwork on the trip to the set and Mole could stay outta sight ‘til they were ready. Besides, if they got caught on the way back, they’d have a lady with stripes, so a guy with green skin and scales wasn’t gonna make much of a difference.
They’d hidden their ride in a small clearing about a half mile away, then hiked the rest of the way up. Getting past the rent-a-cops at the entrance hadn’t been difficult, but since filming wasn’t over yet, the set had still been busy.
Even worse, the trailers had been crammed to begin with, and trying to hide five people in one wasn’t a fun experience. Max had been there too, of course, and having to stand right next to her and act like everything was normal…
Half of Alec wanted to punch something, the other half just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere with a bottle of Scotch, and try to disprove the theory that transgenics couldn’t get drunk.
“What’s your problem?”
Alec blinked, realizing he’d gotten so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t heard anyone walk closer. He spared a glance at Mole.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“Sure you are, Pretty Boy.” The lizard-man gave him a piercing look. “Just don’t screw this up.”
Ah, Mole and his way with words. It was so nice to know he cared.
Alec snorted softly and forced himself away from the tree he’d been leaning on. He followed the transhuman over to the others. They were all dressed in black -- except for Mole, who still hadn’t lost his army jacket. Then again, in the dark, Mole was almost invisible. Even Alec’s cat-sensitive eyes had to work just a little harder to see him.
Max, though…Alec couldn’t have ignored her if he tried. Her presence always seemed to be on the edges of his awareness, and it had only gotten worse since-
He pushed that thought roughly back down. Now wasn’t the time for this. He had other things to worry about, like not getting captured or killed. For the moment, that took priority.
Shaking his head at himself, Alec watched as Max tapped the radio at her ear.
“All set, Logan?”
“All set,” the cyber journalist’s voice confirmed over the comms. “I’ve isolated the frequency the guards are using. I’ll keep monitoring it from here. If anything changes, you’ll know about it when they do. Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Max answered. She looked up, glancing around at everyone else. “Ready?” she asked.
They all nodded, and one by one, disappeared into the darkness.
The forest was almost pitch black, but there was still more than enough light for a transgenic. Alec stopped, crouching silently at the base of a tree. He let his eyes sweep the perimeter, taking his time picking out his first target.
He settled on a guard standing at the base of a small hill. He was wearing night vision goggles, scanning the woods around him every few minutes.
Alec blurred forward and slipped an arm around the man’s throat, clamping down hard on his airway. The guard struggled for a few moments before his eyes fluttered closed, and his body went limp. Alec held on for a minute more, wanting to make sure the guy wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon, then he reached for the guard’s gun, popped the clip, and pocketed it. He checked the chamber and emptied it too. No sense leaving the guy armed, just in case he did get back up.
It didn’t take long for Alec’s ears to pick out the sounds of other limp bodies hitting the forest floor around him. An ordinary wouldn’t have heard it, but Alec mentally totaled their count before setting his sights on his next target.
Seven guards down, a whole lot more to go…
The plan was to take down as many as they could before they moved on to the air field. That way, if things went sideways like they usually did, and the bad guys called for reinforcements, they, the good guys, wouldn’t have as much to worry about.
They had ten minutes to take out the rest of their targets, then they were supposed to meet and regroup. Time went by fast, and soon Alec was standing at the rally-point. It wasn’t long before the others showed up, too.
“How many did you get?” Garret asked.
“Four,” Alec answered. “You?”
“Three.”
“Three for me, too,” Reese added.
“I got five.”
The male X5s all turned to glare at Mole. The lizard-man shrugged.
“Don’t look at me, kitty-cats, ain’t my fault you’re slow.”
Alec heard Lena mutter something about “males and their egos,” and Tally nodded in agreement. Alec thought about saying something back, but decided against it. If the other females were anything like Max, it was probably the smart thing to do.
Speaking of Max…
He sensed rather than saw her come up behind him. He forced himself not to react.
“How are we doing for time?” she asked.
He glanced at his watch.
“Not bad. We’ve got at least half an hour ‘til the next shift change, so that gives us about twenty minutes once we get to the air field.”
Max nodded, and the group fell silent as they started moving again, Alec and Max taking point. Security hadn’t gotten any better in the last couple days and the road was still unguarded, so they didn’t run into any obstacles there. The air field itself, though, still had a few guards stationed outside the hanger.
Alec and Max signaled to the rest of the team to split up. Mole, Reese, Lena, and Tally went around to cover the back, while he, Max and Garret took the front.
They waited for a few minutes to make sure they were clear, then blurred across the runway, taking the guards by surprise, disarming them and dragging the unconscious men into the shadow of one of the storage sheds. Hopefully, if someone came looking, they’d assume the guards were on their rounds, sweeping the area. It wouldn’t work for long, but it would buy them a little more time at least.
Alec tapped his ear piece.
“Mole, we’re going in. Maintain position for now.”
“Copy that.”
He followed Max around the building until they reached the same window they’d used during their first visit. Max jumped inside, and Alec and Garret followed behind her. They did a quick sweep of the corridor they’d landed in, then ran silently down the hall towards the main area where the transhuman was being kept.
They blurred again, trying not to give the guards there a chance to call out a warning. Alec saw Max take her target out with a kick and an elbow to the chest. Alec hit his target a split second later, punching him hard in the jaw. Garret dropped low, sweeping his leg under his target’s, and knocked the man out with a blow to the head.
The other guards, unfortunately, had a little more time to react. One of them managed to pull a side-arm from his holster, but Max was next to him in an instant, taking the gun from his hand and hitting him across the temple with it. He went down hard, and Max ejected the clip from the gun, clearing the chamber before tossing the gun aside.
Alec’s next opponent actually managed to take a swing at him, but he dodged the punch easily, catching the man’s arm, twisting it behind his back and using the momentum he gained to throw the guard into the cage bars and then to the floor.
Garret had apparently decided to take a page out of Max’s book, and grabbed his opponent’s rifle, using it like a club, hitting him hard in the head, and again in the stomach.
The remaining guards seemed a little slow on the up-take -- either that, or they hadn’t expected to see six of their buddies taken out in a few seconds -- and it wasn’t long before they were down too.
So far so good, Alec thought, watching as Max bent down to grab the keys from one of the guards. Max tossed the keys at him, and he caught them one-handed, then walked over to the cage door.
It took him a minute to find the right one, and he glanced up at the transhuman while he worked. She was watching them warily, her head tilted at an odd angle, her lips curled in a half-snarl.
When the lock clicked and the door finally creaked open, the transhuman crouched, the snarl turning into a full-blown growl. She swiped the air with her hand, her fingers curled and claw-like.
Alec backed up a step.
“Whoa, easy, Tiger.”
The words had slipped out before he could stop them, but thankfully, the tiger-lady didn’t seem to take offense. She just blinked at him, and the growl slowly died down.
“It’s okay,” Max added a second later. “We’re here to help you.”
The tiger-lady blinked again, her gaze darting to Max and then to Garret.
“It’s okay,” Max repeated. She was using what Alec thought of as her “Josh-voice,” the one that way always a little softer than her regular voice, and a lot softer than the tone she usually took with him.
Alec wasn’t sure if the transhuman could really understand them, but she almost looked convinced…almost, when Alec’s ears caught a low rumble in the distance. And it was getting louder. The tiger-lady must have heard it too, because she backed further into the cage, and bared her teeth.
Max tapped the radio at her ear.
“Mole, what is that?!” she demanded.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Alec rolled his eyes.
“We’ve noticed.” I knew this was too easy. “What kind of problem?”
“There’s a plane headed this way.”
“A plane? Is it gonna land here?”
“With our luck, I’d say, probably, yeah.”
Alec cursed under his breath.
“They just received a transmission,” Logan’s voice broke in. “Pilot’s telling them to clear the runway.”
“What about pretending to be the control tower? Telling them to wait?”
“I would, but the air field doesn’t have a control tower.”
Alec sighed. These guys didn’t care about NTSB regulations. Go figure.
At least the plane wouldn’t be able to see that there was something was wrong from the air, though, so that gave them a little more time to figure out what to do.
“Mole,” Max ordered, apparently thinking the same thing, “keep tabs on that plane, but stay where you are. We don’t want to tip them off unless we have to.”
“Understood,” Mole responded, though he didn’t sound very happy. Then again, he never sounded happy.
Alec frowned, looking back at the cage, and the transhuman inside it.
How were they supposed to get her back to TC if she didn’t want to go? They could try knocking her out, but for some reason, Alec didn’t think that would get them on her good side.
But, no matter what, they had to figure something out and fast. The plane wasn’t the only thing they had to worry about. The guards in the hanger weren’t a threat for now, but there were more buildings, other guards. Not to mention the ones they’d left back at the set, the ones who --
“Max!” Logan’s anxious voice came over the comms again. “All personnel have been ordered to fall-back to the air field!”
--the ones who had apparently reported an ambush. Alec shook his head. Well, they could pretty much kiss that extra time goodbye.
Alec glanced over at Max, and she nodded.
“Change of plans,” she said. “Garret, come with me. We’ll see how close the rest of the guards are to getting here, and hold them off if we have to. Alec,” she added, nodding at the transhuman, “get her out of that cage.”
Alec arched an eyebrow at her.
“How?”
“Figure something out.”
With that she was gone, headed for the front of the hanger, Garret right behind her. Alec sighed, and looked back at the transhuman.
She blinked at him through the bars.
“Um…nice kitty?” he tried.
She snarled, and Alec held up his hands.
“Okay, okay, relax. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
He backed up another step just in case.
Alec sighed. Well, this was just great. They finally pull off a rescue, and this is what they get. What was he supposed to do now? Tempt her with catnip? A steak? An antelope, maybe? Too bad he didn’t have any of those.
Making up his mind to try talking again -- not that he had a lot of other options -- Alec moved away from the cage’s opening. He wanted to give her a lot of room if she decided to cooperate.
“Listen,” he started slowly, “we,” he pointed to himself and in the direction Max and Garret had gone, “really are trying to help you. We can get you out of here.” He pointed to the tiger-lady and the open cage-door to make his point. “But you,” he continued, waving her forward, “have to come with us.”
The tiger-lady blinked again, cocking her head, and Alec grimaced. He felt like one of those American tourists people complained about, the ones who thought that if they spoke English loud enough and slow enough, everybody would understand them.
Something he’d said must have worked, though, because a second later, the transhuman started moving tentatively for the door.
“Come on,” Alec encouraged. “That’s it. Good…uh…tiger.”
The tiger-lady stopped and looked at him, her lip curling a little. It wasn’t a very human expression, but somehow, Alec still got the feeling she thought he was an idiot.
She walked the rest of the way out though, and in spite of the way her eyes tracked him when he moved, she didn’t seem like she was planning to jump him any time soon. Alec breathed a small sigh of relief, and walked a few steps away to see if she’d follow. She did, so he started for the hanger doors.
Max and Garret were waiting for them.
“How are we doing?” Alec asked.
“See for yourself,” Max said, nodding at the door. Alec followed her gaze, focusing his eyes. A group of about twenty men was gathering on the edge of the air field. Rodriguez stood in front of them, barking orders.
Alec frowned. Seven transgenics up against twenty soldiers wasn’t actually bad odds. Then his eyes fell on the plane now sitting on the runway. It was large enough that he couldn’t see around it, but…
With a sinking feeling, Alec tapped the radio at his ear.
“Mole, what’s our status?”
“Not good,” Mole answered. “You know that plane? You’ll never guess what it was carryin’.”
Alec sighed.
“More guards?”
“Yep. More guards.”
TBC…
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A/N: I’ve written Star Wars battle scenes and lightsaber duels, but this is actually the first action scene I’ve written for DA. It was a fun challenge, and I really hope I handled it well. :)
Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think!
Take care and God bless!
-Laughter
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| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |
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