s03e09_Cat scratch fever

Mess Hall, Terminal City  October 1st, 5:45 AM

The mess hall was bustling. Transgenics and transhumans mingled in the long lines as harried workers tried to move them through as quickly as possible. The assignment of meal times had helped ease some of the confusion, but there were still too many mouths to feed, and too little time in which to do it.

Max strode up to the entrance and spotted Ginger checking meal passes. Hey, Ginger.

Hey, Max. Logan was looking for you.

Ill find him after I score some food. She glanced around, Man, its hot in here. And crowded. Does it ever slack off? 

Ginger shook her head, I was going to ask you if it would be okay to set up a second mess hall. Theres too many of us for one to handle.

If weve got the equipment, go for it, Max agreed. The bodies we can always grab. 

Ginger grinned, Wouldnt happen to be those in hot water with the brass would it?

 Max laughed and headed off for food, Later. As she approached the line, the large screen suspended at the side of the room frizzed into life and she turned to watch.

...Melissa Michelle at Harbor Lights Medical, where there has been an influx of patients to the Emergency Room, complaining of severe diarrhea, vomiting, and headaches. More than fifty cases have arrived in the last twenty-four hours and we have word of similar numbers at other Seattle medical facilities. Stay tuned to Channel 3 for continuing updates...

At least this one isnt about us, she muttered. She looked at the lengthy food line and with a resigned look on her face, she headed toward the end, reaching it at the same time as an X5 male. 

He paused to let her step in front of him and, with an appreciative look up and down his toned physique, Max smiled seductively as she purred, Lookin for some company for breakfast? 

Before he could reply, an impatient voice behind them snapped her back to attention. Stop holding up the line! A look of dismay crossed her face as she turned and quickly left the mess hall. Ginger watched her quick exit, a look of curiosity on her face.

Rooftop, Main Building, Terminal City

Max stood in the same spot where she and Logan had taken their first tentative steps back to each other five months earlier. Joshuas flag hung limply on its pole in the flat, heavy, pre-dawn air. 

Six months ago, I thought my life sucked. Like I knew the half. Logan and I were screwed, but I had my job and my crib and my home girl. I miss those things. I even miss Normal and his constant bipping, now that Im stuck here in the middle of Toxic City, USA, with 700 plus freaks lookin at me to be their CO.

Things are getting uglier outside, and inside the natives are getting restless. Some of them want to break out of this dump. Break out to what? Got no clue. The world isnt any more ready to accept us today than they were when we holed up in here.

Logans another problem. I mean, where do we go from here? The renegade cyber-journalist and the freak show in human form. Bad enough I have to figure it out, worse doin it in living color in front of the world. Icing on the cake, Manticore picks now to pull one of its jokers out of the deck. My reaction to that X5 in the mess hall clued me in to the real. Im in heat. 

So now I gotta figure out how to keep the heat on the DL, and get through it without jumpin anyones bones, especially Logans. I dont think hes ready for an X5 in heat. Or maybe Im not ready...

With a heavy sigh, and one last look at the breaking dawn, Max turned and left the roof. 
END OF PROLOGUE

City Hall, Seattle  October 1st, 9:00 AM

Commander Clemente, sir, the pretty, young secretary announced, opening the door to the Mayors office. 

The Mayor swiveled his chair to face Clemente, and gestured to him to take a seat. Unlike the furniture in the outer offices, the polished wood of the desk glowed softly, and the leather chair was soft and comfortable, not cracked and peeling. There was a thick carpet on the floor and sparkling clean windows overlooked downtown Seattle and Elliott Bay. The office was a marked contrast to the battered furniture and equipment Clemente was used to in Seattle Police headquarters. 

Commander, I havent heard from you recently about the...situation in Terminal City. Ive been expecting a progress report, the Mayor opened testily, tapping his fingers on his desk.

Things are quiet, sir. I advised you when you gave me this assignment that I didnt intend to provoke a confrontation. The inhabitants of Terminal City are highly trained military personnel. Any confrontation has the potential of significant injury and loss of life, if theyre as good as Im informed they are. They cant hold out forever in there.

So you say, Commander, but they dont seem to be hurting so far, the Mayor observed sourly. At the same time, our personnel standing guard are becoming restless. Not to mention the expense of housing and feeding the National Guard troops quartered in the city. Thereve been rumblings lately about the effect on our budget and with the elections coming up soon...

Clemente was silent for a moment. Do you have an alternate proposal, sir? he finally asked. 

The Mayor glared at him. Have you heard the latest news, Commander? 

Confused, Clemente asked, About the transgenics, sir? There is no news.

About the hospitals. In the last twenty-four hours, over 500 people have come to various emergency rooms, complaining of severe diarrhea, nausea, and headaches. Seems we have some kind of mystery disease going around. He looked at Clemente expectantly.

And that affects me...how? Clemente responded.

Dont you get it, man? Those...freaks are holed up in a place where all kinds of biological research was going on. Who knows what kind of nasty bugs were left behind when it was abandoned! What could be better than to release one out into the population? This is the second time in three months that weve had something like this pop up. The first one didnt work, so theyre trying another! 

But, sir, I dont think... Clemente began. The Mayor slammed his hand on his desk. He was visibly agitated.

I dont care what you think. I expect you to get to the bottom of this. I dont want Federal troops here, but if the freaks are waging biological warfare on us, I will bring the Feds in and let them wipe them out. You have twenty-four hours to get me an answer. Is that understood?

Yes, sir. Ill get right on it.

See that you do. And while youre at it, whats the progress on that murdered blind girl? Wasnt it one of those freaks that killed her? I want answers, Commander, ANSWERS! The Mayors voice had risen to almost a bellow. Your twenty-four hours starts nowI suggest you get a move on. He turned back to the window, dismissing Clemente.

 

Marketplace, Seattle - 10:00 AM   

Asha browsed the rows of stalls in the Seattle marketplace. The vendors held out various foodstuffs for her consideration, and she took each item in turn, examined it, then returned it and moved on. 

Fresh raspberries just in from Guatemala. I give you them cheap, the current vendor pressed her. You lucky today - we got a big shipment. 

Sorry. Not my thing. Thanks anyway. Asha started to move on.

You know, if youre that picky, you could starve. She started at the familiar voice and turned to see Alec giving her one of his cocky grins. 

A girls gotta maintain her standards, in food and...other things, she retorted sassily.

Alec raised a brow, but didnt return a volley. I know a place that serves a decent cup of coffee. Can I buy you one?

The vendor in the stall was watching with interest, so Asha tossed Alec a flirtatious smile and answered, With the price of coffee these days, how could I turn down that offer? 

Alec took her arm and guided her away from the curious vendor. In minutes, they were seated at a small table in front of an open-air coffee stand, with steaming cups in front of them. Alec glanced around to be sure they were clear and, without looking up from stirring cream into his coffee, asked casually, So what was the urgent summons about? And why call me and not Logan?

Asha hesitated, I called you instead of Logan because...well just...because. Alec saw something flash across Ashas eyes, but she averted them before he could discern what he had seen. She added sugar to her coffee and continued, I have a friend who works in City Hall. She takes butt breaks with the Mayors secretary. She paused to sip her coffee, savoring the luxury. 

You gonna tell me what this friend of yours said, or do you need to worship the Starbucks god a little more? Alec asked, his tone both sarcastic and utterly serious.

Asha set her cup down, leveling her gaze on him. This morning, the secretary told my friend that she heard the Mayor talking to Ramon Clemente about biological warfare. The Mayor thinks the transgenics have released some kind of bio-weapon against Seattle. Hes threatening to bring in Federal troops to wipe out Terminal City.

Alec was visibly startled. He what? Why would he think that?

Asha shrugged, You heard about all the hospital admissions, right? People are getting scared, and who better to blame than the freaks. Especially with all the abandoned bio-labs in Terminal City at your disposal. 

Damn. I need to get back to TC. Alec rose and pulled money out of his pocket.

I can get it, Asha protested. I know you guys are short on stuff in there. Use it for something you need. 

Alec shrugged, When I ask a pretty girl for coffee, I pay. Their eyes met and Alec started to say something but stopped. Asha blushed slightly and held his gaze. She saw something pass across Alecs face. His expression was almost pained, regretful. He put the money on the table and started to leave. 

Thanks for the coffee, Alec. Asha said quietly.

He hesitated, then said to her, No big deal...I guess I...I better go. With that, he turned and left, leaving Asha staring after him, a bemused look on her face.

  

The Atrium, Terminal City 

Max sat on a bench in the middle of the deserted, weed filled Atrium. She stared sightlessly at the broken fountain in the center of the scummy pool of water that had once been an ornamental pond.

Max. Ive been looking for you, Logans voice broke the silence. Now that Eyes Only is starting up again, Ive been working on a new investigation for him. Seems that some of our upstanding leaders may have their hands in some dirty doings in the import field, paying off agricultural inspectors to look the other way when some of their imports dont pass the inspections. I just need to get my hands on... He trailed off, realizing she wasnt paying attention. Are you okay? Ginger said you left the mess hall in a hurry earlier. Is something wrong?

She turned to him as he dropped down onto the bench next to her, a question in his eyes. Im fine, Logan. Just needed to clear my head. She looked away, not meeting his eyes.

What is it? Logan asked, puzzled. He checked to be sure they were alone, and then dropped his arm around her shoulders. Next thing he knew, Max was literally attacking him, her hands in his hair and her mouth locked to his as she pinned him against the backrest of the bench. His arms came up automatically, and he pulled her closer as he responded. The kiss continued until the wailing of distant sirens broke the silence. At the sound, Max pulled away as quickly as she had attacked, jumping to her feet.

Max? Logan was bewildered by her actions. Whats going on?

Logan...I... She looked around like a hunted animal. I cant talk about this.

Talk about what? He took her hand and pulled her back down.

Maxs eyes glazed over as he looked at her quizzically. They traveled from his scruffy beard to the neck of his dark gray, button-down shirt, which was opened to reveal a faint sprinkling of the blonde hairs that lightly covered his chest. From there, her gaze traveled downwards...Suddenly, a hand with long, strong fingers was waving in front of her eyes, calling them back from their wayward journey. Max gulped and fanned herself, muttering something about how hot it was.

Earth to Max. Whats up? Logan sounded worried and impatient. He studied her closely. Her skin had a faint flush and her pupils were slightly dilated. Realization hit him and he fumbled for words, Are you having...I mean, is your feline DNA...? He stopped and then blurted it out, Youre in heat, arent you? 

Logan! Shhh. You think I want all of TC to know? Max didnt deny it. I have a load of stuff to deal with today, so I cant lock myself up somewhere until this is over. And I cant be jumping everything and anything male that comes near me. I need Original Cindy, and she isnt here! The last was almost a wail. 

Why do you need Original Cindy? Logan asked, confused.

She helps me keep this bitch under control. Max explained.

Logan chuckled, Im not Original Cindy, but that might not be so bad in this case. At Maxs glare, he sighed and tried to explain, I mean...its just that when you...damn it, Im a guy, Max, and we are... He stopped and took a deep breath, What can I do?

Max had drifted off as he spoke, her glazed eyes wandering freely over his body. At his last words, she smiled and teasingly ran her hands down his chest to play with the top button of his shirt. She made quick work of opening it and moved on to the next one. I can think of a few things. Her voice was husky and before Logan could react, she leaned over and lightly ran her tongue over his exposed skin. 

A tremor ran through him at the sharp contrast of her hot breath and the cool outside air simultaneously hitting his moistened skin, and he started to raise his hands to pull her closer. Then, with a visible effort, he dropped his hands and stood before she could proceed any further. He stepped back, away from Max, who had also risen and was staring at him predatorily.

For a moment, Max stood poised, as if about to attack, and then, slowly, sanity returned to her eyes. Damn. Tell you what, if you really wanna help...give me a smackdown if I do that again, she said, resignation in her tone.

Max, I cant, concern mixed with desire in Logans eyes as he looked down at her. You shouldnt be out like this. Let me ask Alec to cover for you.

Hes not around  Asha called, said it was urgent and he headed out. And theres stuff the CO needs to do up close and personal, ya know. Max sighed. Just remind me if you happen to see me goin to the dark side. Thatll have to work. And...thanks for being chill with this. Without Original Cindy, there isnt anyone else here I can trust, me being in charge and all. She managed a weak smile. Cant have the CO tryin to knock boots with anythin in pants. 

Logan smiled down at her reassuringly, Itll be okay. Their eyes locked and Max started to move toward him once again, but she stopped at the sound of a cough. Max froze, then turned to see an X8 standing there.

Maam, Mole sent me to ask you to come to Command.  

Tell Mole Im on it. The X8 nodded and left at a trot. Max sighed, and followed Logan, her eyes roving hungrily over his tall figure as he strode along in front of her.

  

Jam Pony  

Original Cindy sat on the bench in front of her locker. She braced her hands on the edge and with a visible effort pushed herself to her feet, muttering to herself.

Normals gonna have yo ass for sure. Two hours late...with the muthah of all hangovers...damn raspberry daiquiris. How you ever gonna push those wheels round this sorry city? She sat back down abruptly. Her t-shirt was soaked with sweat and her face was flushed. Cmon, girl, get movin, she exhorted herself. 

Rising, she started towards the bathroom, but after a few wobbly steps, her legs gave way underneath her. With a soft moan, she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

  

Command Center, Terminal City - 10:30 AM 

Max and Logan had arrived at Command, only to find out that Moles summons was nothing critical. Two Xs had questioned one of Moles orders and he had sent for Max to deal with them. Max shot him an annoyed glare, but refrained from comment.

With the problem solved, Dix had buttonholed Max to show her his newest innovation for the video surveillance system. She dutifully listened to him extol the virtues of his new system, while Logan stood at her elbow, preoccupation evident on his face. 

Max noticed Logans impatience and when Dix turned away for a moment, she elbowed him and whispered, Im fine. You dont havta be glued to me. Just keep an eye out.

Logan looked at her doubtfully. Are you sure?

Logan, Im okay. She gave him a slight shove and with a shrug, he turned away. Maxs eyes followed and when he looked back at her, their gazes locked for a moment. A sultry smile spread over her face as she looked him up and down. Logan frowned and shook his head slightly and, with an almost imperceptible motion, Max shook herself and turned back to Dix. Logan positioned himself at a workstation where he could watch Max, but within moments, he was completely absorbed in a records search.

Search complete, he finally looked in Maxs direction and stifled an exclamation. While he was busy, Max had finished with Dix and started over to join him, only to be accosted by an X6. 

Excuse me, Maam, Ginger sent this to you. She thought you might be hungry. The young man held out a package. 

Thank you, soldier. Max looked him over from head to toe admiringly. Why havent I met you before? She moved closer to him.

I d-dont know, Maam, the boy stammered, not sure how to react. 

Max reached out for the food and let her hand trail lightly down his arm. Wanna help me eat this? Her voice was husky, promising more than just a shared snack.

At that moment, a hand fell on her shoulder and spun her around to face Logan. Id love to help you, Max. With a curt nod, he dismissed the soldier, who quickly left. Max transferred her interest to Logan, smiling seductively up at him.

A movement behind her caught Logans attention, and he spotted Mole watching with an irritated expression on his face. Making a quick decision, he quickly pulled Max behind a row of high shelves packed with equipment. Hidden from prying eyes, he held her at arms length, as though unsure of what to do with her. Max, on the other hand, had definite plans of her own. A wicked grin crossed her face mere seconds before she literally threw herself at Logan, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist as she pressed her mouth against his, kissing him intensely. Logan responded eagerly, fueled on by lust, adrenaline, and his own hormones. She pressed her body against his and for several moments, the two were oblivious to the rest of the world.

Nearby, a cell phone shrilled, and Max jumped out of his arms as quickly as she had put herself there, eyes ablaze, cheeks flushed from the rush of hormones. Logans hands remained cradling Maxs head, his eyes full of shock and lust. Max let her arms fall from around his neck, her hands resting on his chest briefly, before she pulled them away sharply, as though shed been burned. 

What the hell do you think youre doing? Max practically screeched, forgetting not to make a scene. She clenched her fists as if to keep from striking out at him. 

Every eye in the Command Center was focused on the unseen action behind the shelves, as they all held a collective breath. Behind the obstruction, Max and Logan continued to stare at each other. Logan dropped his hands, but before he could speak, a cough cut through the tension and caused them to jump apart. Max turned to see Alec standing there, eyebrows raised. He opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Dix, who called out, Max, you better come take a look at this.

 END OF ACT I 

Jam Pony 

Normal stood in his cage, looking around for available bodies. Spotting Sketchy, he called out to him, Where the fire truck is Sapphos daughter? Packages to deliver or paychecks dont happen. Get back there, moron, and tell her to get on the stick... Normals rant died out into his usual mutterings about the incompetents working for him, as he sorted packages and handed them out from his cage.

Sketchy headed toward the back, rounding the corner to Original Cindys locker. As he reached the bench, he almost tripped. Looking down, he gasped at the sight of Original Cindy, unconscious on the floor. 

Oh, man...stay calm...you can deal with this...take her pulse...shes breathing...thats good...need a phone...dial 911... Sketchy knelt by Cindy and called out frantically, Normal, we gotta problem back here...

 

Command Center, Terminal City - 11:00 AM

...this is a breaking News bulletin from Channel 9. Emergency room admissions continue to climb and the Mayor has declared a state of emergency. We take you live to City Hall and a statement from the Mayors chief aide.

The screen switched to a shot of a thirty-ish woman behind a podium.

...ask everyone to stay calm. Our medical professionals have the situation under control. The illness does not appear to be life threatening. We will advise you as we receive more information. 

She finished speaking and the room erupted into a barrage of reporters questions. 

What about rumors that this is some kind of bio-weapon that the transgenics have released?

Everyone knows about the stuff left in there  whats to say they didnt find something and let it loose on us? 

Is this related to the Independence Day Plague? 

The official turned and spoke to someone out of camera range. Then turned back to face the camera.

We have no official comment on that at this time. We will let you know when we confirm any information as to the source of the contagion.

With that, she left the podium and the screen switched back to the reporter.

Despite the refusal of the Mayors office to comment, rumors of a bio-weapon continue to proliferate. Protesters are gathering outside of Terminal City and the mood is tense. Stay tuned to Channel 9 for updates...

Max turned away from the screen in disgust. Great. Back on us. Cant we ever catch a break?

She started to walk away, but Alec broke in, Theres more. Asha passed on a tip to me this morning. The Mayor believes the bio-weapon story and hes threatened to call in the Feds to wipe us out if Clemente and the docs dont solve this in twenty-four hours.

Max thought a moment, then snapped out rapid-fire orders, Alec, get in touch with Asha and ask her to try to find out how serious the Mayor is about the Feds. I cant believe he really wants to do that, after the Feds came into Oklahoma City last year for that Skinhead thing and never left. Place is still under federal martial law. Im more worried about our people getting caught out there. Thisll bring out all the crazies and it could get nasty. 

Dix, put out the alarm and recall everyone home. Then lock this place down. No one leaves Terminal City until I give the word. I want our people in and safe.

Mole, double the patrols at the entrances. Tell them to be ready for trouble.

Luke, contact Normal and tell him to be extra careful. No special deliveries until we give him the all clear. If hes got any packages for us, he can stash them at Joshuas place until were open for business again.

Wheres Brown? I want an estimate of probabilities on this thing.

Im right here, maam, A hesitant voice spoke at her elbow and Max turned to see Henry Brown standing there.

Whatre the chances of the Feds being called in? 

If this isnt solved in the next eight hours, 24.71%; fifteen hours, 45.64%; twenty-four hours, 96.372%.

Thanks. Everyone take a break once you complete your assignments  this is going to be a long twenty-four hours.

Finally, Max turned to Logan. Gotta minute? We need to talk. Her tone was cool and she didnt wait for a reply before turning and striding out of the Command Center. Logan shrugged and followed her.

 

Hallway outside Command Center

Max, about this outbreak, I have an idea. It may be connected to... Logan began, once they were out of earshot of the others.

Max wasnt even listening. She stared at Logan, anger in her eyes, and cut him off mid-sentence, What the hell was that about back there? You were supposed to help me control this bitch. Not enjoy it. I thought I could trust you, but youre obviously no different than any other male who thinks with his... 

Logans temper flared to match Maxs. What was I supposed to do? Stand there and watch you jump that X6? As I recall, you were the one who made the move on me.

She stared at him incredulously. Dont tell me you were worried about me and that kid back there?

Im worried about you, Max. You need to stop fighting this and let me take care of you. Logan looked at her in frustration. Before you do something well both regret.

What I need is to clear my head. Max turned and stalked off, leaving Logan standing there staring after her.

 

Infirmary, Terminal City 

The infirmary was quiet. There were no patients, and Aveta was alone. When the door opened, she looked up and smiled to see Max.

Max, good to see you. She didnt rise or salute, having learned from experience that traditional military signs of respect didnt sit well with the young woman. Max smiled perfunctorily, and dropped into the chair facing Avetas desk.

Aveta studied her professionally. Reaching across the desk she took Maxs hand and held it for a moment. Increased respiration and pulse, pupil dilation, elevated temperature...started your heat phase, when, this morning? she asked. 

Max looked startled, then nodded. I forget how sensitive you are to bio signs. Yeah, the bitch started this morning. Aveta waited. I was wondering...I mean I left Manticore before I ever had a heat. What... Max floundered.

The heat is an anomalous hormonal byproduct of the feline DNA that was used in many of the X-series. Its unrelated to your reproductive system, which is that of a normal human female. Its perfectly normal for you, Max. Nothing to worry about. Avetas voice was soft and reassuring.

No, I mean is there a way to um, relieve the...symptoms? Max blurted out, embarrassed.

Oh. Of course, there is, Aveta responded. Max sighed in relief and waited for Aveta to get her the remedy. Aveta, however, made no move to rise from her desk.

Can I have whatever it is? The pills, the shot, whatever. I dont care. I just need to take care of this, I have work to do. Maxs impatience came through in her voice.

Aveta smiled, Max, you misunderstood me. Theres no medical remedy.

So then, what is the cure?

Find an agreeable male and relieve your symptoms. Normal biological function for an X-series, Aveta responded matter-of-factly. Im sure Logan would be happy to...

I should have known. Frustration evident in her voice, Max rose abruptly and strode from the room, leaving Aveta looking after her in confusion.

 

Command Center, Terminal City 

After Max and Logan left the room, Alec strolled over to where Mole stood staring after them.

Interesting little show, wouldnt you say? he winked at the lizard man.

Mole shook his head in disgust. Shes supposed to be our commander and she acts like that with that ordinary in public?

Alec laughed, Mole, dont you get it? Our illustrious commander is going through that phase known and loved by virile X-males everywhere. To put it bluntly, the kitty cat is in heat! 

Mole looked at him for a moment, then shrugged, Then whats the big deal? Nothing we havent all seen before.

Our CO didnt stick around Manticore long enough to find that out, my man. She has hang-ups.

Great. We have to put up with a cat in heat, who aint gettin enough, for the next two days instead of her goin off to do the dirty and givin us a break? Thats the usual drill. Mole complained.

You could point that out to her. At your own risk, of course, Alec grinned.

Mole snorted in disgust and walked away.

 

The Last Stop Bar, Terminal City  

Alec, I need to find Max, theres some...um...information I need to give her and shell have my ass if I dont get it to her... Logan protested, as Alec dragged him to sit at a table for two, away from the main bar. An albino transhuman waitress came over to the table as soon as the two men sat down.

Pitcher of beer and whatever there is to eat, sweetheart, Alec ordered. For two. He pulled out three triangular blue meal tokens and tossed them on the table. The waitress scooped them up and headed back to the kitchen.

Alec, I dont have time for this. Logan began to rise.

Logan, you have to eat. Whatever it is you need to tell Max, it can wait. Anyway, I saw her walking toward the infirmary. Shes probably with Aveta, going over supply lists or something boring like that. 

Logan sighed, and sat back down. The waitress returned and placed a pitcher of beer, glasses, and two sandwiches in front of them. As soon as she left, Alec poured them each a beer, and picked up his food. Logan peered at his sandwich suspiciously, then shrugged and followed suit.

Speaking of Max having your ass, my man, Alec quipped, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Howre things with you and Maxie these days? Logan had already finished half of his beer. Im assuming its all been good since you two finally...um...consummated. Logan shot him a glance and Alec stopped short, taking refuge in a swig of his beer. 

Things are fine, Alec. Logan replied tersely. He picked up his beer and drained the glass. I didnt realize our private life was such fodder for the gossip mills.

Alec shrugged, We gotta keep ourselves entertained. At yet another of Logans withering glances, Alec quickly changed the subject. She seemed a bit...miffed at you back there. Lovers' quarrel? 

Women. Go figure, Logan replied. They ask you for a favor and then get mad when you oblige. He stared down at his plate moodily.

Yeah, well they have their uses. Gotta put up with the crap they dish out in order to get to the good stuff, if you know what I mean, Alec winked. Logan snorted and picked up the glass Alec had refilled for him. 

Alec finished off his first glass and then continued, So, did I ever tell you about things back at Manticore, Logan? Ordinary females can be hot, but the Xs...man. He whistled. Lets just say that if normal women reach their sexual peak at thirty-five, men are gonna die if they ever encounter a 35-year-old X in heat. He paused, his expression innocent. Max ever tell you about that? 

Alec waited for a response from Logan. When he got none, Alec simply poured himself another beer. So I take it Max never told you about that little side effect of feline DNA?

She told me. Logan stared at his glass and avoided Alecs eyes.

But youve never actually...experienced it? Right?

Right. Logan took another swig of beer.

Ahhh. Alec fell silent.

Alec, cut the crap. What exactly are you trying to say? Logan asked sharply, more than slightly annoyed with the other man. 

Nothing. Just thought you might like some advice, man to man. Just in case.

And what exactly might that advice be? Logan asked sarcastically.

Alec grinned and leaned towards Logan, Speaking from experience, I can tell you that the only thing to do when it hits is to go with the flow. Man, they are insatiable. Talk about blowing your... Alec paused, devilishly weighing his words, mind. Just dont try to fight it. Doesnt work and they get really bitchy.

Logan glared at him and Alec suddenly sobered.

You really dont want to talk about this, do you? Alec took a drink, then continued cautiously, Thing is...if you should happen to have the opportunity...Id hate to see you two miss out because of Maxs hang-ups...I mean, given the givens with your...

Max doesnt know the givens and Im not about to tell her. Logan replied shortly. Neither are you.

Alec paused and took a sip of beer, at the same time observing Logan closely. The other man appeared uncomfortable and unsettled, almost...helpless. Alec raised a brow, So sister Maxie is the one fighting it. Alec finished his beer as Logan carefully examined the sandwich in front of him. Jeez, that girl has some serious issues, Alec observed, setting his glass on the table and sitting back in his chair, balancing it on two rickety legs. He watched as Logan nursed his beer, keeping his silence.

Logan abruptly put down his glass and rose. I really need to find Max. See you back at Command. He turned and left Alec sitting there, deep in thought.

 

Sewers just outside of Terminal City

Joshua and Reese were on their way back from a pickup at one of the drops Logan had arranged with the S1W. It was located in the middle of a long abandoned park that was little more than a jungle now, near an overgrown manhole access. 

Reese had gone above ground to make the actual pickup of a large duffel bag stuffed with assorted weapons and ammunition. The bag had been hidden exactly where it was supposed to be, under a tangle of sticker bushes, and they were headed home, Joshua carrying the heavy bag over his shoulder with ease.

Suddenly, there was the unmistakable click of a rifle being cocked.

Halt or I shoot. A young, nervous looking sector cop stood in one of the side tunnels, pointing his gun at them. Joshua opened his mouth, baring his teeth, and let out a growl that echoed loudly and eerily in the confined space. The patrolman jumped back and, as he did, Reese launched his attack in a blur of motion, running up the side of the tunnel and landing with both feet on the frightened police officer. A quick punch to the jaw put him out and, after making sure he was unconscious, Reese slung the cops rifle over his shoulder, and the two headed back to Terminal City at a fast trot.

Theyre getting braver these days, coming in so close to TC. Im gonna go report this to Command while you drop the weapons off at the armory. Reese commented. Joshua nodded in agreement and the two headed off in their separate directions.

 

City Hall, Seattle - 1:10 PM

The street in front of City Hall was filled with a crowd of several hundred, carrying signs and chanting. News vans with their rooftop antennas extended were everywhere and the protestors played to the cameras. Sector police patrolled barricades that had been set up to keep the crowd off the steps of City Hall. In the latest style to sweep Seattle, many of the men had crew cuts and women had their hair pulled up on top of their heads or cropped short, revealing barcode-free necks. 

Melissa Michelle stood and waited for her cue, microphone in hand. At her cameramans signal, she smiled and began to speak. 

This is Melissa Michelle, coming to you live from City Hall where hundreds have gathered, demanding to know what city officials are doing about this latest epidemic. So far, there are no deaths reported...

She broke off, Hold on a moment. I have just received the report of the first death from this illness. A 78-year-old woman has died at Harbor Lights Medical. We take you live to our reporter on the scene... 

Far above, Ramon Clemente sat watching television with the Mayor. At the reporters last words, the Mayor picked up the remote and switched the television to mute. He glared at Clemente and pounded his fist on the desktop. Damn it, man, now we have people dying from this! I will not be known as the Mayor who let this city be taken down by a bunch of freaks cooked up in some lab. Solve this! 

Sir, we have our best people working with the Medical Examiners office on this. They tell me it takes time to identify the pathogen involved. Ive assigned my second in command to push them along.

Push them hard...any way you have to...I want this stopped...twenty hours, Clemente. Twenty hours.

END OF ACT II

Harbor Lights Hospital - 1:20 PM 

Sketchy paced restlessly back and forth in the crowded Emergency room. The place was chaotic, with more people arriving every moment, crowding up to the triage window. Every ten to fifteen minutes, an ambulance pulled up outside and the crew wheeled in a gurney holding another victim. Taking a breath, he pushed his way through the crowd to the admissions desk.

The nurse sitting behind the counter didnt look up.

Name?

Um...Calvin Simon...um, I mean Im not sick... Sketchy stammered.

At that, the nurse did look up. Young man, look around you. I have hundreds of sick people to deal with and no time to waste. 

But my friend...they brought her here...I need to know...

NEXT, the woman called out, ignoring him. Sketchy slumped his shoulders in defeat and moved away. He was about to resume pacing when there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a young girl in a candy stripers uniform standing there.

Youre a Jam Pony messenger, arent you? she asked.

Yeah. I am, Sketchy responded with a puzzled look.

Its on your cap, she explained. I think what you guys did for the transgenics back in May was awesome. I mean, theyre people like us, right?

Sure. But why do you care? 

She looked around to be sure no one was paying attention, then whispered, There was this guy I was dating...but...

He was one of them? Sketchy guessed. 

The girl nodded. I heard Nurse Ratched blow you off up there, and being how your place helped my guys people and all, I want to help you.

Sketchy smiled for the first time since he had found Original Cindy on the floor. Theres a friend of mine back there...they wont let me see her and they wont tell me whats wrong with her.

Cmon. Ill take you back. She handed Sketchy a stick on pass that said Visitor and led him through a set of double doors.

 

Command Center, Terminal City - 2:08 PM 

Assigned tasks completed, the leaders of Terminal City gathered in the Command Center. Max paced restlessly as they monitored the television stations for breaking news. Logan worked at hacking into the citys medical records database for updated information on the spread of the disease. As she paced, Max couldnt help looking at Logan each time she passed him, letting her gaze sweep up and down, lingering on his toned arms and shoulders. Every so often, she would almost imperceptibly shake herself, and run her index finger inside the collar of her black turtleneck sweater, even though the cool, damp fall weather had invaded Terminal City with a vengeance

Standing to the side, Alec observed closely. Smiling, he reached into his pocket and pressed some buttons on his cell phone. Within moments, it trilled out loudly in the mostly silent Command Center. Alec made a production of pulling the phone out of his pocket and answering it as he headed toward Logan. 

Hey, Logan. Phone. Logan swiveled his chair to face Alec and reached out for the phone Alec was holding out to him. At the same time, Max drew even with Logan. Alec stumbled, dropping the phone and giving Max a push as he regained his balance. Max gasped as she found herself sitting on Logans lap. For his part, Logan automatically put his arm around her to steady her, and found her face only inches from his. 

Mmmm... Max purred and leaned in to Logans waiting lips as Alec smiled to himself. She ran her hands over his biceps as their lips met. 

Max. Think you might give us some attention over here? Moles growl broke into her concentration and she jumped up. Moles gaze met Alecs, and Alec shrugged as the lizard man glared at him. 

Phone call, Alec? Logan asked him dryly.

Guess it got disconnected when I dropped the phone, Alec answered, with a look of innocence. 

Right. Logan turned his attention to Max, who had moved to the opposite side of the room. Gripping the sides of his chair, Logan pushed off as he stood and sent it rolling several feet across the floor. Alec stuck his foot out and stopped the chairs journey, keeping one eye on Logan and Max, and the other eye on the supply list Mole was trying to show him.

Logan strode over to Max, who was haphazardly trying to busy herself with the duty roster for the following week. He stood over her, arms folded across his chest. She scowled and looked up at him. Logan, Im not getting into this right now. Im busy.

He placed his hand firmly atop the paper she was working on, obscuring her view. Max, you need to make time. Were going to talk about this now. He crouched so that he was at her eye level. Keeping his voice low, despite the plethora of hearing-enhanced individuals in the room, he continued, I told you I was going to help you through this, and I intend to. But I cant help you if you dont let me. His eyes darkened. Is it...is it me? He swallowed roughly. Have I been doing something wrong? He lowered his voice even more, resting his hands on her knees, her muscles clenching at his touch, the heat radiating from her skin through the fabric of her jeans. Because I thought...these last few weeks or so...that things were going pretty well between us...in that department.

Max gritted her teeth. Logan, its been fine, I swear.

Fine, Logan repeated bitterly, removing his hands from her legs.

God, now is not the time for you to get performance anxiety! Max snapped, unintentionally raising her voice. Alec coughed loudly and Max glared at him. Returning her gaze to Logan, she saw a hurt expression on his face. Logan, she began. Im sorry. I just...

You just what, Max? he asked. I dont understand. Make me understand why, after all this time saying you didnt want this to lead to a string of back room quickies and one night stands in seedy hotels, when you have someone who knows you and loves you and wants to help you, youre pushing me away. He met Maxs gaze and held it, daring her. She didnt answer. Make me understand, Max, he repeated, his voiced hoarse. 

Max bit her lip and averted her gaze to the floor. I cant, she whispered. I gotta go. I need air. She stood and stalked out of the Command Center, never once turning around to look at Logan.

Max! he called after her. Max!

Alec cast a sidelong glance at Mole before making his way over to Logan. Leaning against a support pole and crossing his arms over his chest, he remarked, Well, that went well.

Logans jaw clenched. Piss off, Alec, he muttered through gritted teeth before stalking out of the Command Center himself.

Trouble in paradise? Mole asked, holding the cigar in his mouth with his teeth.

Shut up, Mole, Alec replied, sighing heavily and shaking his head as he returned to Mole and the supply list.

 

Outdoors Near the Rail Yards, Terminal City

The group of thirty X-series stood listening to the young woman who was speaking earnestly to them. She was about Maxs age and build, with long straight black hair, and aquamarine eyes.

...Were nothing but sitting ducks here. One of these days, theyre going to decide theyve had enough of this and come in with their troops, and were history. I dont know about you guys, but I dont place a lot of faith in some renegade X5 who cut out before she finished her training. What does she know about tactics and strategy? Her friends are all ordinaries, civilians. Shes a civilian herself. She paused for breath.

What do we do about it, Zeri? asked an X6. Mole and the rest do whatever she and her ordinary boyfriend tell them to.

We gather our weapons and prepare to defend ourselves. Maybe sooner than you think. Theres another disease going around out there and guess who the ordinaries are blaming.

How do we get weapons? Everything is locked up, under guard. And how are thirty of us going to go up against a major ordinary attack force? this from a female, an X5.

The leader turned to another X. Reese here is on the armory guard detail. He has the codes and keys to the weapons storage. As for numbers, dont think were the only group. There are cells organized and ready to roll as needed. We also have outside sources and they tell us that the ordinaries may attack within the next twenty-four hours. I want you all to be ready to move when you get the word.

The assembled Xs nodded and the group broke up, moving off in singles and pairs so as not to attract undue attention as they returned to the more populated areas of Terminal City. 

 

Oak Street, Terminal City   

Max walked along Oak Street aimlessly, kicking at scattered debris. As she walked, her cell phone rang and, pulling it out of her pocket, she flipped it open. Yeah?

Max. Its Sketchy.

What are you calling me about? Normal got the word to halt our deliveries, right?

Huh? I dunno, Ive been at the hospital all day with Original Cindy.

What?! Why is she in the hospital? Where? There was panic in Maxs voice.

Harbor Lights. She collapsed this morning with the bug thats going around.

Im on it. Max closed her phone with a snap and looked around for the closest sewer entry point. Then she turned and ran for the warehouse where they had stored Alecs bike. Within moments, she had rolled it into the street and, jumping on, she gunned the motor. 

Logan came around the corner just in time to see Max roaring off in the direction of the rail yards. What the hell? Turning, he headed quickly back toward Command.

 

Rail yards, Terminal City

Max sped through the rail yards toward the exit point they used to smuggle Shankar and others in and out of Terminal City. She forced back the tears that welled in her eyes as a result of the wind whipping her face, and the fact that her best friend was hospitalized. Shed had no time to go fetch a pair of riding glasses, so she squinted her eyes against the wind.

Just as she was nearing the exit point, Max became aware of a blur of motion to her right. Ahead of her, Alec stood, having run at his enhanced speed to get ahead of her. Max slammed on the brakes and brought the bike to a stop inches from where Alec stood, arms crossed, staring at her.

What, Alec? Max asked bitingly.

Taking a joyride? Alec asked, arching a brow. Feelin a need to put some power between your legs?

Max gritted her teeth and shifted in the bikes seat, feeling her blood boil at the close proximity to a male, especially an X5 male, even if said male happened to be the bane of her existence. Not that its any of your business, Max said impatiently. But Original Cindy is in the hospital. Sketchy just called me. She looked down. They think shes got this latest disease everyone wants to blame us for. Max sighed and tucked her hair into her turtleneck in an attempt to disguise her identity somewhat.  

Alec relented, his expression softening. Im sorry, Max. He paused. But running off to see her without telling anyone - its not exactly the behavior of a CO. He walked closer to her. Even if that CO is currently trying not to jump the bones of any male who crosses her path. He leaned in, his breath rushing across Maxs skin. She shivered involuntarily, and his nostrils flared at the scent of her pheromones.

She gunned the bikes engine back to life. Get away from me, Alec. You dont know anything about what Im going through.

I dont? he asked, incredulous. Youre not the only female X5 to go into heat, you know. I was around a lot of horny women at Manticore, Maxie. So why dont you just stop acting like its some kind of leprosy and accept it for what it is. He positioned himself back in front of the motorcycle.

Get out of my way, Alec, Max hissed.

I didnt come down here to get run over, Alec said.

Then why did you? she snapped.

Because when I heard Logan come over the comm asking everyone on patrol to keep an eye out for you, and then I heard that my bike isnt where its supposed to be, I wanted to make sure you werent running away. He leveled his gaze on her.

They held this staring contest for several tense minutes, Maxs eyes full of anger, Alecs teeming with daring and bravado. Suddenly, Max revved the engine once more. This conversation is over. With that, she peeled out, not bothering to maneuver around where Alec stood resolute. He had to dive out of her path to avoid being run over.

Stop fighting it! Alec hollered after her as he scrambled to his feet, counting on her enhanced hearing to pick up his words. Stop fighting who you are, he muttered to himself before jogging back towards the buildings.

 

Guard Post  #29, Terminal City
The two Guardsmen on duty were intent on a game of poker when the motorcycle roared through the checkpoint. 

Grabbing a comm, one spoke rapidly, Post 29 to base - A black motorcycle with female rider has just breached the perimeter, heading north toward Sector 5...

 

Harbor Lights Medical  4:30 PM

Dr. Beverly Shankar wheeled a patient through the halls of Harbor Lights Medical. The patients head was bowed and partially wrapped in gauze and her neck was in a foam brace. Shankar maneuvered the chair into a room that was already occupied by another patient. She wheeled the chair up to the bed and put her hand on the shoulder of the patient in the chair. Ill be back in ten minutes, she murmured, and left.

Max lifted her head and wheeled the chair in closer to Original Cindys bed. Reaching out to touch her friends hand, she whispered, Hey.

Original Cindys eyes fluttered open. She smiled as she tried to focus on Max. Hey, boo.

How are you feeling? Max asked.

Cindy shrugged slightly, Nothing a years paid vacation couldnt cure. Original Cindy plans to get on Normals ass when she gets out of here for some well deserved time off.

If he says No, gimme a call and Ill set him straight. Cant have him working my girl ragged. Max chuckled wryly, then sobered. Youre gonna be fine. Dr. Shankar said you got this bitch beat, all ya need is some beauty rest. 

Theyre trying to blame it on yall, aint they? Cindy asked, her voice hoarse.

Max tried to appear nonchalant. Another day, another thing were the scapegoats for.

Original Cindy squeezed Maxs hand and frowned. Your skins hotter than a fine new piece of sugar. Whats the dealio, boo? You getting this bitch of a bug, too?

Max shook her head, chagrinned. No. Im fine.

Dont be lyin to Original Cindy now, sugah, cuz I aint havin none of that.

Max sighed and bowed her head. When she finally lifted it to meet her best friends gaze, Original Cindy was taken aback at the war of conflicting emotions she saw in Maxseyes. Terror, lust, rage, shame, embarrassment - all there, killing the fire that usually burned in  them.

Im in heat - again, Max said, staring past her friend, out the window. 

Original Cindy frowned, So then what in hell are you doing here? Why arent you and Logan locked away back at the homestead trying to beat Kendras record of twelve straight gong-banging hours? She searched Maxs eyes, trying to catch her friends gaze. Max raised a brow briefly at the mention of her former roommate, but her gaze did not waver from the fixed point she stared at through the window. Max, she said gently. Does this have anything to do with what happened last time?

Max snapped her gaze from the window and met Original Cindys eyes, as she was transported back in time to the hellish heat cycle that had hit shortly after her return to Seattle from Manticore.

Original Cindy knocked on their bathroom door. Get yo ass in gear, boo. Times a wastin and I dont wanna hear Normals bitchin this mornin. Didnt them black helicopter dudes teach you to be quick? She grinned in anticipation of Maxs retort. When she got none, she pressed her ear to the door, her grin fading. Max? She jiggled the door handle and found it locked. Max?! Her voiced was frantic. She tried the door several more times, but it wouldnt budge. 

Original Cindy dashed to the kitchen and grabbed a skillet off the half-broken stove. Racing back to the bathroom, she used it like a sledgehammer on the doorknob. After several tense minutes, she broke it off and used her body weight to force open the door. Once inside the bathroom, she was horrified at the sight of Max curled up on the floor beside a vomit-filled toilet, shaking and sweating.

Cindy dropped to Maxs side, smoothing her sweat-drenched hair, feeling her skin hot to the touch. Do you need your meds, boo? she asked gently.

Max shook her head. This isnt th-the...seizures. She swallowed roughly. Its the heat.

Original Cindys eyes widened. This is your itch doing this to you?

Max nodded as her friend grabbed a washcloth and ran it under cool water, resting it on Maxs sweat-drenched brow. We d-destroyed their lab...and they wanted us to breed. She gasped and swallowed against the bile that rose in her throat. Rumor had it th-they were s-spiking our food with something to make the heat m-more...intense. The only relief is to g-give in ...you cant know how b-bad I want to do that... Her last words were barely a whisper, I w-wont...I...L-Logan...

Cindy dabbed Maxs forehead. They wanted to build back their ranks. She sighed. Damn. Resting the washcloth alongside Maxs cheek, she whispered, Dont worry, boo - Original Cindys got your back. Shell get you through this. Returning to the sink to rinse the cloth out, she murmured to herself, I hope.

You got me through it, Max whispered, returning her stare to the view outside the hospital rooms window.

Original Cindy half-laughed dryly. Cold showers until we ran outta water and stealin some of Little Mannys roofies to keep you out until it passed. She let out a long breath. That was some whacked stuff, boo.

Max nodded.

So why aint you shaking like a junkie after a drug bust this time?

Max shrugged, Damned if I know. This freak show body of mine is a bag of tricks. She grunted bitterly. I should take my act on the road.

Which brings me back to what I asked you two minutes ago, Original Cindy said. Why isnt your ass getting its freak on with Hot Boy? Theres no virus, theres no problems as far as Original Cindy can see. She took Maxs hand. You got your itch and you have some fine means to scratch it. So get goin.

Max simply shook her head, her gaze transfixed. I cant. I cant let Logan see what I become. When I go into heat, Manticore wins. They get what they set out to create - something that walks and talks like a human, but underneath...Im just an animal. 

Original Cindys eyes filled with tears at the sound of Maxs voice. It was flat. It wasnt full of pain or fear or anger or any of the emotions Cindy saw fighting for equal time in Maxs eyes. Maxs voice was just...dead.

 
Police Headquarters, Seattle - 6:10 PM 
Ramon Clemente looked up as Matt Sung entered his office. Please tell me that the good doctors of Seattle have figured out whats causing our latest plague? His weariness was evident in his voice and it was obvious that he was close to the limits of his endurance.

Sung shook his head in disgust. Wish I had better news to report, sir, but they dont seem to be able to agree on anything. Dr. Im-A-Virus-Specialist insists its some new and exotic virus no ones ever seen before, but Dr. Bacterias-My-Thing is positive its a bacterium that terrorists have slipped into our water supply. And then we have Dr. I-Watched-Too-Many-X-Files babbling on about alien conspiracies and replacement humans... 

The two mens eyes met in a rare moment of shared understanding. Clemente sighed heavily. You know, all I ever wanted was to be a detective. Catch the guilty, bring them to justice, make the streets safe for the average Joe. Instead, I end up here, pushing paper and dealing with a city that gets crazier every day. Even our doctors seem to be teetering on the edge of sanity. Days like this I just want to chuck it all and head out to Podunk, Kansas, where I can spend my time giving out parking tickets and locking up the town drunk to sleep it off overnight.

Yeah, I know what you mean. Sung hesitated, then emboldened by Clementes unusual openness, went on, So what about the transgenics? You dont seem to subscribe to the popular theory that theyre the Satan behind this thing.

Max doesnt strike me as stupid. She has nothing to gain by a stunt like this, and everything to lose. So, no, I dont believe theyre behind this. Not that that matters. If it isnt proven otherwise, in about fifteen hours, Mayor Tweed will be calling in the feds. God help us all if that happens.

Sung started to reply, but at that moment, there was a shrill beeping and a sheet of paper slipped out of the fax machine on the credenza behind Clementes desk. Clemente read the paper in silence, then handed it to Sung. It appears weve had a sighting of the fugitive wanted for the murder of that young, blind girl. I ordered some new sewer sweeps, and he attacked an officer doing one, just outside of Terminal City.

What do you intend to do? Sung inquired.

I intend to advise Max that shes harboring a fugitive and that we expect her to hand him over to us. Clemente turned and picked up his phone as Sung quietly left the office. 

 

Outdoors, Terminal City - 6:30 PM 

The trip back in had been a harrowing game of escape and evade, and Max rolled her neck to relieve some of her tension, as she walked from where she had returned Alecs bike. 

Rounding a corner, she heard voices and stealthily pressed her body against the wall, eavesdropping on their conversation. A group of twenty transgenics was gathered around a female X5.

...its time we take a stand and defend ourselves. The government wanted their perfect soldiers - I say we give em to em.

What about Max? a voice from the crowd yelled.

The leader replied arrogantly, Any one of us could take her on any day. Weve got ten years of training on her.

Yeah, Max said, stepping out of the shadows, her voice cold. But I think I can hack it. Suddenly, she snapped, State your designation.

The woman squared her shoulders and held her head high. X5-666, she replied, her voice thick with disdain.

Max arched a brow, Did you pick that one or did you hafta earn it?

Such wit, 666 remarked wryly, causing snickers from the crowd.

Got a name, 666? Max asked, refusing to get her feathers ruffled.

The dark haired woman stepped toe to toe with Max. Feel free to call me Zeri, 452.

Max growled, You got a problem, Zeri? She practically spat the name.

Actually, Zeri replied, stepping back a bit and gesturing to the crowd, we all do - its you and your little ordinary play-thing. We think its time for a change of power around here.

You think you could take me? Max sneered, her body language indicating she was anticipating a fight.

Oh, yeah, Zeri replied, adopting her own fighting stance.

Bring it on, Max challenged, her eyes blazing. The crowd formed a ring around the two women. 

Zeri launched herself at Max, kicking her in the stomach and sending her flying across the open space. Max brought herself to her feet, despite the fact that Zeri had knocked the wind out of her. In counter-attack, Max raced at her at top speed and round-house-kicked her in the jaw, knocking her to the ground. Zeri flipped to her feet and grabbed Maxs wrist, twisting painfully. She clutched Max by the throat and picked her up, throwing her across the yard. Max leapt to her feet, grabbing a fallen piece of plywood. She hit Zeri in the back with it and ripped her shirt, drawing blood. Zeri snatched the plank out of Maxs hands and rammed it back into Maxs ribs. The de facto leader of Terminal City stumbled backwards amidst the noise of the crowd. 

Regaining her footing, Max angrily swung at Zeri, but the raven-haired woman ducked. Max swung again, but Zeri blocked the shot and responded with punches of her own. They kicked each other, expertly blocking the others legs. Max finally connected and Zeri fell to the ground. Max leapt on top of her and pinned Zeris arms above her head.

Still think you can beat me? Max panted.

I know I can, Zeri replied, bringing her legs out from under Max and using them to propel Max off her. Zeri jumped to her feet, but Max grabbed her ankles and Zeri crashed to the ground. Max flipped to her feet and stepped on Zeris hand. 

Looks like I win, Max said, wiping the sweat and blood from her face.

Guess again, Zeri sneered, grabbing the wood and leaping to her feet, brandishing it at Max. She swung once, ripping the front of Maxs sweater.

Max jumped back and taunted, Missed me. 

Sorry to disappoint, Zeri said and once more launched herself at Max. She jumped in the air and scissor-kicked, trapping Maxs torso between her legs and flinging her to the ground. Maxs head made contact with the pavement and she grunted. Max came to her feet, but Zeri launched herself in the air and hit her hard with both feet, sending Max crashing into a wall with a sickening thud. 

Both women were dirty, covered in sweat and blood, some of it not their own.

This ends now, Max growled, glaring first at Zeri, then at the crowd. Theres a whole city out there looking for any excuse to take us out, and you and your little general with your guns and your attitude are gonna give them the excuse they need. She seethed, wiping the blood and sweat from her face. It isnt about who has the power - its about making sure that power is used to keep everyone alive. Got it? Her gaze dared anyone to take her on. She turned to walk away.

All the more reason that TC needs a leader whose first priority isnt her boy toy. Zeris voice was cool and mocking. This isnt over.

Max stopped in her tracks and sighed wearily, I know, before continuing on inside Terminal City.


Maxs Quarters  8:00 PM 

Max sat cross-legged on her bedroll, in the small room she had taken over as her quarters.

...the more I tried to get close to you, the more you pulled away... Darren got up and walked away.

Logan sat in the old junker and looked at he, his eyes full of pain, We cant keep going through this...

...you werent there. You ran. You and your little rugrat brothers and sisters... Alec shrugged off her hand and turned away from her roughly.

Its what you do, isnt it? Run away? Like when it got too rough for you back at Manticore... Her clone stared at her with accusing eyes.

The thing about freedom...its never free. Logan looked at her sadly over Ceces dead body.

The sound of a throat clearing caught her attention and she looked up to see an X5 from the rebel group standing in the doorway.

Come to check things out and report back how badly 452s ass is hurting right now? she snapped at him as she jumped up and began to prowl restlessly around the small room.

No. He paused, I was thinking that maybe youre right...if the Feds come in, were outnumbered and outgunned...Im not so sure I want to commit suicide. If youre interested, I could keep you in the loop of whats going down, feed you intelligence data. He smiled at her as she stopped and stared at him. 

Max flushed at his proximity and involuntarily her eyes traveled slowly over his body. Thanks, her voice was low and husky.

He studied her closely for a moment, nostrils slightly dilated as a slow, sexy smile spread across his face. Heat? he asked. Max hesitated, then reluctantly nodded. He smiled again. I thought so.

Reaching over, he brushed back her hair, gently touching the bruise that had formed on her cheek after her fight with Zeri. You oughta put some ice on that.  

Max trembled at the touch of his hand, fists clenched at her sides. She stood there, frozen, unable to move to save herself.

The X5 leaned in and touched his lips to the bruise and with a groan, Max surrendered to her bodys demands. Within seconds, they were lying on the bedroll, hands frantically pulling and tugging at clothing, lips clinging, legs intertwined. Maxs sweater was gone, sent flying across the room with the X5s t-shirt. Breaking the kiss, he sat back on his heels, straddling her legs, and began to slide down the zipper of her jeans. As he did, their eyes met, and through the fog of her heat, scenes flashed in front of her eyes.

Sitting in a bed, with Rafer sleeping next to her...crying in the shower afterwards... 

...you gonna have to step to the real about you and Logan - sooner or later...

On the floor next to Logans outstretched legs, his eyes full of an emotion she is afraid to put a name to.

Will you look at us? he says softly.

Pathetic, she replies with a look that belies the word.

Logan smiles down at her, Hopeless. His eyes telling her the opposite.

Lucky we hooked up, she responds.

Happy anniversary. Logan leans forward and gently kisses her cheek, and she turns her head so their lips meet. They kiss, learning the taste and feel of each other...

NO! Maxs voice came out in a fierce growl, forced from her throat. I wont. Max pushed him off of her and jumped to her feet. She turned to look for her sweater and instead her eyes found Logan, standing in the doorway. His gaze flickered from the shirtless X5 sprawled on her bedroll to her. For a moment, their eyes locked and then he turned and left without a word, as Max stood there frozen, conscious of the damning evidence of her missing sweater and partially undone jeans.

Logan, wait...I wasnt...I wouldnt... But it was too late. Logan was gone.

END OF ACT III

Harbor Lights Medical Lab  October 2nd, 2:00 AM

Beverly Shankar straightened from the microscope.

So, doc, whaddya think? the lab tech asked curiously. Most doctors never bothered to come down to the lab, preferring to read the reports in their offices. This doctor, who took a hands-on interest and who was reported to be a forensic examiner, was unusual.

I think we have a goddamn cyclospora outbreak on our hands. Nothing more, nothing less. Youd think something like that would have been the first thing they looked for. Instead, they all want to expound on their pet theories. Shankars voice was bitter.

Heard of it, but never actually saw the bug before. Howd you recognize it? the tech asked curiously.

Did my residency at Jackson Memorial in Miami. Floridas notorious for outbreaks of this stuff. Comes from their imports of fruit from South America. This bug is endemic to that region. 

Not like we get a lot of fresh fruit around here, especially not from South America. Course there were those raspberries that vendor tried to sell my wife the other day... the tech mused.

What raspberries?

Bunch of the vendors at the market been hawking them for the last week. Said they were getting special shipments from Guta...Gwata...

Guatemala?  

Thats it. My wife didnt buy em. Weve been short on cash so weve cut back on extras.

That confirms it. Guatemala is one of the prime sources and raspberries can be a major culprit in these outbreaks. Thanks! With that, she was out the door, whipping out her cell phone as she went. 

 

Logans Quarters, Terminal City - 2:15 AM 

Logan sat on one of the old lab stools in his quarters, staring moodily out into the darkness. Soft rain fell outside, creating a curtain of water that blurred the windows. The room was dark, except for one candle sputtering softly on a counter. 

Brrinnnnng. The soft ring of his cell phone broke the silence and he pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open.

Hello? Oh hey, Bev. What are you doing up at this hour... he paused listening. You what? Youre kidding. Food poisoning? No, thats great news. Thanks for letting me know. He listened for another moment. I think a mutual friend of ours can really do some good with this information. It ties in with some other stuff going down. Would you mind if I passed it on to him? Great. Heres what I need you to do...

When he finished with Shankar, Logan pressed a button on his cell phone and within seconds, he had Alec on the line.

Alec, I need you to call Asha for me in the morning. Bev Shankar figured out the mystery plague and we have to get her information to Matt Sung at the Seattle PD. He can pass it on to the appropriate parties for us. Bev has the proof to give to Asha; shell meet her at Harbor Lights at 7:30. Combined with some stuff Ive been working on, this should take care of our problem. Let Max and the others know as well. Thanks.

Finished with his conversation, Logan pushed off from the stool and checked to make sure the outer door to his room was secured. Within moments, he was locked inside the panic room, booting up the Eyes Only network.

 

The Atrium, Terminal City - 6:00 AM

Alec zipped his jacket against the brisk wind, suppressing a shiver. He stood in the crumbling inner courtyard and frowned at the dark clouds over head. He sighed heavily, and took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. Staring at it for several moments, the usually self-assured transgenic took several deep breaths, as though calming himself.

Come on, man, he said to himself as he punched in a string of numbers into the phone. You can do this. He nodded and put the phone to his ear. It rang once, twice, three times. Come on, come on, come on... Alec muttered to himself, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He sighed as it rang a fourth time and moved to hang up, when he heard a familiar voice on the other end.

Hello? the voice was out of breath.

Alec cleared his throat. Asha? Its Alec.

Alec? Asha sounded almost confused.

Yeah, he grinned. You know, tall, blonde, devastatingly handsome, great with the ladies...

Dont know him, Asha replied, deadpan.

Ouch, Alec murmured, not trying to hide the grin on his face. Okay, heres another reminder. Im the guy whos holed up with a bunch of rejects of genetic science in a condemned contaminated hell hole.

Ooooooooh, Asha replied. That Alec. I think I know who you are. She chuckled. Whats up?

Alec shrugged, Oh, you know, not much. Another day, another beer shortage.

Poor thing. However are you surviving such a crisis? Asha retorted.

Am I interrupting something? Alec ventured cautiously. You sound out of breath.

I was in the shower, Asha informed him. On the other end, Alecs eyes widened, a half grin appearing on his face. None the wiser, Ashas tone sobered. This isnt a social call, Alec. What do you want?

What makes you think this isnt a social call?

Maybe the fact that its been two weeks since we met for drinks...and you havent called... Asha began.

He sighed. Logan asked me to call you, he said quickly.

Logan did, she repeated. 

Alec heard her sigh on the other end of the line.

What does he want me to do?

You know this plague hitting Seattle that everyones so keen on pinning on us law abiding freaks?

Asha chuckled. Youre not exactly what Id call law abiding, but Ill bite. What about the plague?

Well, Alec said. Its not so much a plague. Its a cyclospora outbreak.

Cyclo-what now? Asha asked.

Cyclospora. Its a food parasite. Dr. Shankar tracked it down to a bunch of contaminated raspberries.

You mean like the ones that vendor was trying to force feed me in the market? Asha sounded incredulous.

Yeah, I guess, Alec said off-handedly. We need you to get Shankars findings over to the cops.

And they need this information ASAP, so the whole world doesnt think you guys are trying to kill us mere mortals, Asha finished.

Yup, thats about it, Alec replied. Logans getting the information to Eyes Only, and theyd like the good Commander Clemente and company to be in the know before the rest of Seattle. The cops have never exactly loved Captain EO, and with him so pro-transgenic theyre gonna want proof. Think you can help us without getting caught yourself ?

Im on it, Asha told him resolutely. She paused. Alec?

Yeah?

She was silent for a moment. Nothing. Never mind. Ill get right on that.

Thanks, Alec replied, frowning in confusion at what she had been reluctant to tell him.

Bye, Asha said quickly before disconnecting the line.

Alec put his phone back in his pocket and took another look at the overcast sky. Eyes aloft, Alec muttered to no one in particular, Damn, chicks are weird.

 

Seattle Police Headquarters - 8:45 AM

Matt Sung walked into Clementes office and lifted a brow at the man sitting before him. Gone was the weary and defeated man of the previous day. Clemente crackled with energy as he waved Matt to a seat. A morning talk show was in progress on his small television and Matt looked at him, puzzled at his choice of program. Within minutes, a burst of static filled the room and the screen frizzed into a familiar pair of eyes encased in a red, white and blue banner.

Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city. Recently, a mysterious illness has been striking down Seattles innocent citizens. Some of you are blaming the transgenics, the current whipping boy for all that goes wrong in our great city. You are looking in the wrong place. The true blame lies on the shoulders of the Emporium Import Company. Its owners, intent only on making a profit, have, with full knowledge, been distributing raspberries contaminated with the Cyclospora parasite to our shops and marketplaces, for sale to unsuspecting citizens. Eyes Only has obtained proof of this companys criminal activity. Even now, the Seattle Police have in their hands the evidence needed to arrest and prosecute the owner of Emporium, Mayor Tweed. Mister Mayor, Im afraid you wont be on this years election ballot. This has been an Eyes Only Streaming Freedom video bulletin. Peace. Out.

As the screen went back to the talk show, Clemente smiled and held up an envelope. Before he could speak, his phone rang. Excellent. Well be right there. He hung up the phone and rose. Our esteemed Mayor is waiting for us in an interrogation room. Thought you might enjoy being there. This envelope you brought me this morning has all we need to put him away for a long time. Only one question...why do you suppose Eyes Only chose to send it to me through you?

Sung gave him a long look. Eyes Only has a pretty good nose for the good guys, sir.

Clemente frowned. Doesnt mean Im going to go easy on him or on his boy, Logan Cale, if I ever get my hands on him. Im not for sale.

I believe hes well aware of that.

So long as thats straight.

 

Maxs Quarters - Early Afternoon 

Max lay on her bedroll, curled into herself, oblivious to the world around. She hadnt left her room since the incident with Logan and the X5 the previous day. When Alec had called to report that Logan and Dr Shankar had solved the puzzle of the outbreak, she had given in and wearily asked Alec to cover for her.

As she lay there, the faint sound of something being slipped under her door caught her attention. She quickly rolled to her feet and crossed the room to pick up the sealed envelope. She ripped it open to find a police sketch of Joshua and a slip of paper that said, Call me. Clemente, followed by a phone number.

She picked her cell phone and dialed, hands shaking slightly. The phone on the other end rang only once before it was picked up.

Max? 

In the flesh, the quaver in her voice betrayed her attempt at her usual sarcasm. Ya know, if youre calling about the latest, youre behind on the news...it wasnt us.

I wish it was that, Max. Its about another matter, the blind girl who was murdered in the sewers, Annie Fisher.

Sorry, didnt do it. Cant help ya there. Max kept her voice light and unconcerned.

I think you can. The suspect was seen yesterday heading into Terminal City. In fact, he attacked a sector police officer.

What makes you think hes one of us? Could be some renegade crazy. Just cause he was near us...

He was with another transgenic, a human one, and they appeared quite friendly. Hes there, Max, and you can find him for me if you want to. I hope you can, because if you dont, Ill be forced to take other action. I may sympathize with you and your people, but I draw the line at murder.

What other action?

If you dont comply, I will be forced to arrest the following people: Reagan Ronald, aka Normal, Calvin Sketchy Theodore, and Cynthia Original Cindy McEachin. We have enough evidence of their involvement in harboring fugitive transgenics to bring them in for questioning. Extensive and lengthy questioning. You know how the system works, Max. Ill use it if I have to.

I do know the system, Clemente. Ive seen the lynchings up close and personal. Whats to say youll give this transgenic a fair trial if I do find him and hand him over? Maxs voice was hard.

You have my word, Max; thatll have to be enough. Its all I have to give you. Theres no negotiation on this. You have ten days to locate and turn over the murder suspect to me. Call me on this number when you have him.

The phone went dead in Maxs hand and she stood there staring at Joshuas picture.

 

A room somewhere in Terminal City 

The group of transgenics waited patiently as two of them checked the hallway outside of the room they were gathered in and then, with a nod to the leader, slipped out to do sentry duty, closing the door behind them. Satisfied that they were secure, Zeri walked to the front of the room and glanced over the assembled group.

452 lucked out this time, she began. Next time we might not have any warning at all.

What do we do, Zeri? Shes so wrapped up in that ordinary boyfriend of hers that she cant see two feet in front of her face.

We have outside help available to us if we want to take advantage of it. How many of you are familiar with Colonel Donald Lydecker?

 

Living Quarters, Terminal City  Evening

Max trudged out of her quarters. Moving slowly from both physical and emotional fatigue, she kept her head down, so as not to lay eyes on any male she might get the sudden urge to jump. She breathed primarily through her mouth, so as not to pick up any scents. Walking amidst the strewn bedrolls and personal items acquired by some of the transgenics, Max refused to let her heat take over. She had a destination in mind, and neither hell nor her heat were going to stop her.

Passing Gems quarters, she heard giggles coming from the room. Pausing, Max looked up, her already lightless eyes clouding over with grief as she saw Joshua seated next to Gem, who was holding an alert and grinning Elfie in her arms. Joshua was reading to the baby from what appeared to be a biomedical text found in one of the labs. From the sounds of things, he had turned the terms pleiotropic and hemizygous into characters in a story he was spinning. 

Max blinked back tears.

Sensing her presence, Joshua looked up and grinned. Elfie likes my story, Max.

As Gem held up the baby girl for Max to see her better, Max nodded and said, Good, big fella. She struggled to keep her voice light.

Max, are you okay? Gem asked, sensing something amiss.

Im fine, Max said, nodding vigorously and plastering a grin on her face. Go back to what you were doing.

Before Joshua or Gem could say another word, Max was gone.

 

Logans Quarters - Evening

Logan stretched and rolled his shoulders, working out the kinks from hours hunched over a keyboard. He quickly scrolled through the files he had set up for a new Eyes Only investigation and then hit SAVE. Satisfied with his days work, he shut down the computer and headed to the panic room exit, punching in the code to open the door. Stepping out into semi-darkness, he reached for the light switch, only to be stopped by a soft voice.

Dont.

As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he saw Maxs figure silhouetted in the window. She was perched on the sill, one leg drawn up in front of her, the other hanging down, swinging gently. Her eyes gleamed slightly, like those of a cat. He walked over and sat on a lab stool, facing her, saying nothing.

Logan...yesterday...I didnt...we didnt... she fumbled for words and finally gave up.

I know. I saw it all. His voice was flat and emotionless.

So then...why... she stopped, confused.

Why didnt you let me help you...before it came to that? 

 I...I didnt want you to see me like that...I mean, us...what we have...were not just about that... 

What are we about, Max? Logans voice was low. Or is that just an excuse? Alec clued me in about X5s in heat. Maybe another X5 is what you really wanted, not me. Is that the real reason?

Logan, no...I...its just... She paused and jumped down off the windowsill, beginning to pace. I dont know how to do this. Im no good at it...Renfro was right, Im nothing but poison. Her voice sounded as if the words were being ripped from her throat, the anguish and despair contained in them almost palpable. At the same time, a heavy, musky scent seemed to suffuse the air of the room.

Logan sat silently watching Max. Youre still in heat, arent you? He waited and when she didnt answer, he pushed harder, What do you intend to do about it?

She stared back at him intensely. What should I do, Logan? challenging him.

You could always go find an X stud to service your needs. He refused to let her off the hook.

NO. The single word reverberated in the room. 

If you stay here, Im through playing the gentleman. He rose from the stool and advanced on her until only inches separated them. Her breath was hot on his face as she stared up at him, expression unreadable. This close, the scent of the pheromones her body was radiating was overwhelming. The only sound that broke the silence was their increasingly harsh breathing as hormones and proximity worked their effects on them both. The air in the room was heavy, almost crackling with electricity, as if a storm was about to hit. 

For long minutes, they stared at each other in the semi-darkness. Then they were in each others arms, devouring each other greedily, hands roughly ripping and tearing at each others clothes, all restraint discarded as they tumbled together to the floor.

END OF ACT IV

Logans Quarters  October 3rd, 4:30 AM

Logan groggily opened his eyes and pushed himself to a sitting position in the heap of sheets that had once been a neat bedroll. As he moved, he winced in pain, and looking down, he saw that his chest bore the marks of Maxs teeth and nails. The scent of sweat and recent sex assailed his nostrils. 

Max? There was no answer. He tried again, louder, Max? The crate he used as a nightstand went flying as he gave it a shove. 

Damn... The only reply was the mocking echo of his own voice in the empty room.

 

Rooftop, Main Building - 4:30 AM 

Max stood on the rooftop in the light drizzle, gazing at the Space Needle in the distance. 

Fates getting his rocks off with me. I can see him, laughing in his beer that hes thrown me Zeri and her merry little cabal, and Clemente demanding that I hand Joshua over for a fair trial I know he cant guarantee. Lets see how Max can handle this. I saw what they did to Joshua last time, but I cant let them arrest my girl and Sketchy instead. I cant even let them haul Normals ass into lock up. Theyre my family, too, just as much as Joshua is. 

I wonder if OC will kick my ass if I tell her I told you so ?  I followed her advice and I let Logan scratch my itch. So why do I still feel like a freak? He loves me and I love him. Shouldnt that make it okay...make me okay with it? Logan was amazing, but I feel like I acted like the animal they wanted me to be. Wham. Bam. Thank you man. No different than if Id macked it with some random piece of ass. So what does that make me? It scares me what that says about me and Logan loving each other. It scares me that next time I wont be able to stop myself - that I wont want to. Logan loves me now, but what will he do when he finally sees me for the thing that I am?

 

I couldnt stand for him to hate me...

END OF EPISODE 3.09

 
