Chapter 2: All I Have
Logan, Sketchy and Original Cindy would have to leave Terminal City soon. There was a reason the sector had been shut off from the general public. But Max didn’t want them to leave. She wouldn’t know when she would see any of them again. However they would end up exposed to all sorts of biohazards (which included disgruntled transgenics) if they stayed much longer, and there weren’t any proper medical supplies to treat them if something did happen. At the moment, Max was also the biggest biohazard to Logan just to help the situation. When he let go of her hand on the roof, a ghost of his touch still lingered on.
They had to get the humans out but the police barricades and mobs were still waiting for them. Of course, no one knew what they were really going to do.
A message had been sent – transgenics were here to stay. They had been created to protect the same people who now wanted their lifeless bodies buried or burned. Why were they being denied their chance to co-exist freely? People thought nothing of using them like animals. But they were people too. They had earned their freedom.
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“You’re going to have to get moving soon,” Max said to OC.
“We’re not goin’ anywhere,” Original Cindy said.
“Yeah, I haven’t even gotten an interview yet,” Sketchy said.
“It’s not safe for you here,” Max said. “You risk exposure to all sorts of nasty superbugs and what not floating around here. If you could stay…”
Logan nodded. “She’s right. We can’t stick around here too long. But when will we see you again? It’s not like Terminal City has a toll booth.”
Max bit down on her bottom lip. “I don’t know… what I do know is that there will be an ‘again’ if we get you out of here.”
“Plus, you’ll need some guys on the outside, especially since White is still out there,” Logan added.
It was Max’s turn to be nod. The thought of not knowing when she would actually be with any of them again was too much even though she tried to hide it. Logan could see it on her face and wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be all right. But he couldn’t. Not if he wanted to see her again. Alec put his arm around her for support. He had forgotten about Alec for a moment. Alec was like her. He could stay in Terminal City and no one would look at him twice, doubting his allegiance. Alec was the one she had chosen. Suddenly Logan couldn’t wait to leave Terminal City. He didn’t belong there at all.
Original Cindy caught the look in Logan’s eyes as he watched Max and Alec walking back to the Command Center. She shook her head. None of this was right. She wanted to smack Alec for inserting himself between Max and Logan, but she knew he was trying to help in his own Alec way. He hadn’t ratted out Max’s lie after all. That left him caught in the middle indefinitely. Original Cindy wasn’t down with this amount of lying, in spite of whose life was in jeopardy. She didn’t want to leave Max behind here. Life outside without Max just didn’t feel right. Of course, staying inside was going to mean having no life. Logan was right. The transgenics needed as many friends outside as they could get. It didn’t help that White and his crew were waiting for them out there, among lots of other people who wanted to do the same amount of damage to them.
People didn’t like what they didn’t understand. Or when it looked too similar to the parts of themselves they were trying to keep hidden.
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“So any plans on how to get the ordinaries out?” asked Mole as he bit down on his cigar. “I’m sure that crowd out there would be glad to know we didn’t eat them.”
“Yeah, a bunch of transgenic sympathizers are really gonna win their hearts over,” Logan said.
“The sewers?” suggested Joshua. “Sewers go out.”
“The sewers?!” exclaimed Sketchy, making a disgusted face as he recalled his last adventure down there.
“Think of it this way, maybe you could interview Michaelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello,” Original Cindy pointed out.
The transgenics looked perplexed.
“Why would Renaissance Italian painters be in the sewers of Seattle?” asked Dix.
“They’re the Ninja Turtles,” Sketchy tried to explain. “These half-human, half-turtles who fight like ninjas whose master is half-rat, half-man.”
The transgenics nodded knowingly.
“I think I know who he’s talking about,” Luke declared. “The guys in the aquatics division! And another of you rat fellows. So that’s where they’ve been! We ought to tell them to come around here some time.”
“He’s joking, right?” Sketchy whispered to OC.
“I don’t know,” Cindy replied.
“They’ve probably got people waiting at every manhole cover for miles,” Max said. “We’re better off just handing you over face forward so they don’t realize how deep in this you really are.”
“We’d better make good use of this trade,” Alec pointed out. “Food and medical supplies for each of these guys.”
“Good idea,” Max said.
Logan wished he had thought of that. “Okay, let’s set up a line.”
This was one of the most difficult things Max had to do. Clemente was outside when he received the call from 452. She had three humans inside and needed some supplies that would be of use. Clemente demanded to know if it wasn’t some ploy to send Xs out then steal the supplies. She told him to confirm with Normal that they were actual human employees of Jam Pony. They couldn’t find out who Logan was though. Logan had no business being at Jam Pony and it would raise too many questions. He would have to be Alec McDowell, who wasn’t accounted for. He didn’t like it, but that was what Normal confirmed for the police. No news crews were to be allowed. Everything was to be done quietly. It wasn’t going to be easy, but the people outside didn’t need to know that the transgenics would jam the TV signals during the exchange.
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:38 pm (UTC)“They’re the Ninja Turtles,” Sketchy tried to explain. “These half-human, half-turtles who fight like ninjas whose master is half-rat, half-man.”
The transgenics nodded knowingly.
HA! I love this! Very interesting so far! I'm worried about Zack, though...
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Date: 2009-04-16 10:30 pm (UTC)