Max looked up and smiled at the waitress as she walked away from the
table. She gave him a wink and he nodded his appreciation of not having
to call her for a cup of coffee.
"Still got the charm," Pretty said
as he slid into the seat. He was dripping in sweat and his long coat
seemed to be bulging with items. Though Max could see that Pretty was
pretty comfortable.
"Yep," Max replied, then he took a sip of coffee. "What have you got for me?"
"Something
new and exciting," Pretty said as he put a cloth bag on the table. He
pushed it towards Max. "Got it from a fallen LEGACY cell team. Got
there before the blue boys could make the scene."
Max didn't bother on opening the bag just yet. He had good judgement in Pretty's observational technique.
"You
let me know how it works," George said as he slid out of the seat.
"Sorry to make this quick but I got a deal going on the other side of
the river."
"Thanks, Pretty," Max said.
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The Mission is the Key...
Twip.
The sentry didn't know what hit him as the bullet entered his skull and mushroomed out the side of his head.
He fell over faster than the cigarette that tumbled from his mouth.
"One down and about a million more to go," Mags announced over the headset. She changed targets to the next sentry.
"Stick to the game plan." The Professor's voice was crisp and clear. "No deviations at this point. Stay focused."
"Don't you ever sleep?" Mags asked the Professor.
"I don't think he ever does," Angst said. She was dressed in black like Mags, in a skin-tight spandex suit, which made her look more like an X-man than a cheerleader. "I think he should switch to decaf."
Mags chuckled a little.
"Quit the static." The Professor's voice had an severe edge to it. "You know what this mission means."
"Must be that time of month for him," Angst replied to Mags.
The sentry didn't know what hit him as the bullet entered his skull and mushroomed out the side of his head.
He fell over faster than the cigarette that tumbled from his mouth.
"One down and about a million more to go," Mags announced over the headset. She changed targets to the next sentry.
"Stick to the game plan." The Professor's voice was crisp and clear. "No deviations at this point. Stay focused."
"Don't you ever sleep?" Mags asked the Professor.
"I don't think he ever does," Angst said. She was dressed in black like Mags, in a skin-tight spandex suit, which made her look more like an X-man than a cheerleader. "I think he should switch to decaf."
Mags chuckled a little.
"Quit the static." The Professor's voice had an severe edge to it. "You know what this mission means."
"Must be that time of month for him," Angst replied to Mags.
Let Sleeping Max Sleep
"Rise and shine Max," Frank's voice seemed to echo from a distant tunnel,
rousing Max from his sleep. Fleeting memories of what was happening
disappeared like ripples in a water.
Max opened his eyes and looked around the subway car. He checked his watch and to his amazement he had slept six hours.
"You've been sawing logs for a while," Frank said.
"What's going on?" Max asked.
"Not too sure at the moment, the others are gone out to scout things around," Frank replied. "Tried to get you up earlier but you were in a deep sleep."
Max opened his eyes and looked around the subway car. He checked his watch and to his amazement he had slept six hours.
"You've been sawing logs for a while," Frank said.
"What's going on?" Max asked.
"Not too sure at the moment, the others are gone out to scout things around," Frank replied. "Tried to get you up earlier but you were in a deep sleep."
> Debashis in Plureality 4
Suki was what they called “wisely innocent”, a soul
who presented as rather young but in reality, was ages beyond others.
It’s just that she would come across as naïve.
Max never felt sorry for her, but wanted to protect her. That was hard because she had her own little chaos and Max was chaos personified. Some days. Most nights.
Suki and Max, at some star-crossed time, had this mutual-protection-unspoken-pact between them that led them both to the brink of destruction – well, while Suki tended to come to the edge because of Max, Max led himself there rather often. They’d get to the edge, get nearly destroyed, and then walk away, with some bruises and cuts and scrapes, and maybe missing a limb.
Max would recover and get into some adventure again (more likely a ‘situation’) and Suki would rise to some other level of maturity or development or awareness or consciousness or some something self-aggrandizing like that. Except she would not really see herself that way. But deep down in her versions, her selves, her plurealities, she grew deeper and deeper, older and older, wiser and wiser.
To you and me, she was just Suki, someone to watch as she negotiated her way through the stars, someone who was cute, but in that ‘little kid’ kind of way – maybe like a little sister – a little sister who could just as easily pull an Uzi or furnish a switchblade to slit your jugular.
How can you want to be near someone to protect them and yet at the same time, be a little scared of them? That’s Suki. Cute and Cutting.
Max never felt sorry for her, but wanted to protect her. That was hard because she had her own little chaos and Max was chaos personified. Some days. Most nights.
Suki and Max, at some star-crossed time, had this mutual-protection-unspoken-pact between them that led them both to the brink of destruction – well, while Suki tended to come to the edge because of Max, Max led himself there rather often. They’d get to the edge, get nearly destroyed, and then walk away, with some bruises and cuts and scrapes, and maybe missing a limb.
Max would recover and get into some adventure again (more likely a ‘situation’) and Suki would rise to some other level of maturity or development or awareness or consciousness or some something self-aggrandizing like that. Except she would not really see herself that way. But deep down in her versions, her selves, her plurealities, she grew deeper and deeper, older and older, wiser and wiser.
To you and me, she was just Suki, someone to watch as she negotiated her way through the stars, someone who was cute, but in that ‘little kid’ kind of way – maybe like a little sister – a little sister who could just as easily pull an Uzi or furnish a switchblade to slit your jugular.
How can you want to be near someone to protect them and yet at the same time, be a little scared of them? That’s Suki. Cute and Cutting.
Trio of Death
Trump waited outside the door to the building. He was sitting there
waiting; soon as the door opened he would see who was coming out.
It had been awhile since somebody stepped through the door, and he was getting a tad impatient. It wasn't like he had anything else better to do today.
He heard the splash of footsteps coming down the alley. He glanced up and saw three teenaged girls running, giggling as they did so.
He just sat there licking his paws and did a double-take as the girls slowed down and began to draw weapons. He stopped what he was doing and looked over the girls once again.
They all had stopped by the door and were positioning themselves for an ambush of sorts.
It's times like these I wish I had a cellphone, Trump thought.
It had been awhile since somebody stepped through the door, and he was getting a tad impatient. It wasn't like he had anything else better to do today.
He heard the splash of footsteps coming down the alley. He glanced up and saw three teenaged girls running, giggling as they did so.
He just sat there licking his paws and did a double-take as the girls slowed down and began to draw weapons. He stopped what he was doing and looked over the girls once again.
They all had stopped by the door and were positioning themselves for an ambush of sorts.
It's times like these I wish I had a cellphone, Trump thought.
Coffee and a Donut?
"It's gone downhill since then," Frank replied. He pushed the coffee cup
towards the waitress. She flashed him a smile and he winked back as she
refilled his cup.
Goner was sipping his cola. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker, and he couldn't fathom why anyone would drink oil from beans to begin with.
"You mean you guys tanked out?" Goner asked.
"Not really," Frank replied after he took a sip from the coffee.
"Then what?" questioned Goner.
"Well," Frank said once the waitress was out of earshot. "It's just that it just went bat-shit crazy from that point on. You know the weird stuff we encountered in the Plaza Station?"
Goner nodded.
"Imagine that about tenfold," Frank said.
"No way," Goner said breathlessly.
The doors chimed and Max entered. He spotted the two and went over to the table. He didn't even have to signal the waitress for a coffee because she was automatically pouring one. Goner looked up at Max and shook his head in disbelief.
"You told him?" Max asked of Frank as he slid into the booth alongside him.
"Well, just the basics," Frank replied. "I really didn't go into detail."
"You had to been there, Gondy" Max said.
Goner was sipping his cola. He wasn't much of a coffee drinker, and he couldn't fathom why anyone would drink oil from beans to begin with.
"You mean you guys tanked out?" Goner asked.
"Not really," Frank replied after he took a sip from the coffee.
"Then what?" questioned Goner.
"Well," Frank said once the waitress was out of earshot. "It's just that it just went bat-shit crazy from that point on. You know the weird stuff we encountered in the Plaza Station?"
Goner nodded.
"Imagine that about tenfold," Frank said.
"No way," Goner said breathlessly.
The doors chimed and Max entered. He spotted the two and went over to the table. He didn't even have to signal the waitress for a coffee because she was automatically pouring one. Goner looked up at Max and shook his head in disbelief.
"You told him?" Max asked of Frank as he slid into the booth alongside him.
"Well, just the basics," Frank replied. "I really didn't go into detail."
"You had to been there, Gondy" Max said.
The Item is the Key...
Max let himself into his room and locked the door. He reached inside his shirt pocket and put a small item on the dresser. The item was like a small ball with a few small switches on it, and lettering that seemed very archaic.
He went to the window and glanced around before he pulled the curtains shut. There was no one in the parking lot.
He poured himself a drink and then sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at the item. He took a long sip and then picked up his cellphone and dialed a number.
"It's me," he said. "I have it."
He went to the window and glanced around before he pulled the curtains shut. There was no one in the parking lot.
He poured himself a drink and then sat down at the edge of the bed, looking at the item. He took a long sip and then picked up his cellphone and dialed a number.
"It's me," he said. "I have it."
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