Perfectly Matched—Chapter Five

 

 

“Do you have a layout of this place?”  Max asked quietly.

 

“You want to escape?!” he stared at her, no one had escaped from Manticore since, well, since ’09. 

 

“And I need another person,” she said. 

 

“Aww…you want to bring me with you?”  Alec gave her an impish smile and she shook her head in annoyance.

 

“I don’t care if you come with me, but I need your help escaping.”

 

“So…you want me to help you escape, and then come back and check myself into PsyOps?”

 

“Fine, then, come with me.  Log…umm, I can find papers for you, get you safe to Canada.  You can do whatever you want.”

 

Alec’s eyes narrowed.  “Why do you really want to get out of here?”

 

“If you had been free, you would never be willing to be a slave.  They own you.”

 

“No one owns me.”

 

“Then why can’t you leave?  Alec, you might have a child, do you want them to grow up the way you did?”  Max didn’t have the luxury of time to get through to him.

 

Imagining the stress and danger a child would give her, Max felt nothing but dread…but could she just leave her own child behind for Manticore?  Would they use it against her?  Remembering Tinga, Max’s resolve hardened.  She needed Alec.

 

“Just stop, Max.”  Alec shook his head.

 

“No, its fine, Alec…maybe someday they’ll send you on a mission to find us.”

 

“Us?” he asked.

 

"Yeah, me and our kid!" 

 

Alec winced.  “You’re sure putting a lot of effort into this argument.  You’d miss me if you left alone, you can be honest about it.”

 

“Honestly, Alec, you mean so much to me, this week has been…” Max burst into laughter.  “Sorry, I couldn’t even carry it through.”

 

“Ha Ha,” Alec rolled his eyes, “Say what you like, I know the truth.”

 

“Whatever helps you sleep, Alec.”

 

He raised an eyebrow, “Well you know…if you’re interested in helping me sleep, what REALLY helps…”

 

Max pushed him before he could finish his thought.

 

“What?” he asked.

 

“Don’t continue that sick little thought.”

 

“Well, I was thinking SILENCE…what were you thinking, Max?”   He gave her a cheeky grin and she glared at him.

 

“Don’t you have to leave, Alec?”  Max asked pointedly, looking at the door.

 

“Following up a 3 day sex fest with a quickie, are we?”  Alec grinned until he noticed Max’s singular lack of amusement.  “Fine, see you later.”  He frowned and opened the door.  “It’s been fun, as always, 452.”  He grinned in the face of the death glance she threw his way.

 

When he was gone, sleep refused to claim her.  The tragic events of the last few months replayed in her mind.  Tinga was dead.  Zack was dead. Renfro was planning something for his body.  Max winced, not willing to consider what was happening to Zack because of her.  You’re poison, 452.  It wasn’t news.  They had created her to be poison to everyone she loved.  Logan…God, Logan…as if sleeping with Rafer hadn’t been bad enough, now she had practically slept with Manticore itself.  Here she was.  Back.  Doing exactly what she had been engineered for.

 

Ben.  Tinga.  Zack. 

 

Max wasn’t ready to sacrifice her child, if she had a child, on the altar of Manticore.

 

Alec lay in his bunk, trying to dismiss his thoughts so sleep could claim him.  How could she just ask him to betray everything he knew?  Walk away from life as he knew it?  It should be obvious that he wouldn’t do it.  It wasn’t, though, not to her.  She thought she could convince him.  Why?  He didn’t care, what was it to him if Manticore raised another kid, they were going to get soldiers one way or another.  He shifted in his bunk, punching his pillow.  The case ripped and he swore, flipping the pillow over and settling his head roughly on the other side.

 

Escape didn’t matter to him personally, he thought, but she might need some help getting out herself.  Finally relaxing, he smiled slightly as sleep took over.

 

In her office, Renfro signed the order to run a full DNA analysis for X5-452 as well as X5-494.  She wanted to see exactly how good they would be together.  As soon as repairs were made on the DNA lab, they would have the equipment to simply harvest 452’s eggs.  They would have much more interesting things planned for 452…  Renfro smiled as she read the report in front of her.  The meeting with Lydecker and Eyes Only hadn’t worked as planned, but they had something they hadn’t expected, his blood.

 

“Get me Medical up here, ASAP.”  She said into the intercom.

 

“You might not help me willingly, 452,” she whispered, “But you’ll help.”

 

In training the next morning, 452 and 494 were separated from the others.  It wasn’t unusual for soldiers to be separated, but usually it indicated a special op.  Alec was uncomfortable.  Max had just gotten in, there was no way they would send her on an op already.  Would they? 

 

The only thing that came to mind was that they had somehow found out they were just talking about escape and planned to take them to psy-ops for evaluation.  Alec made himself breathe deeply.

 

They were both led into the medical facility.  They stood at attention, barking out their designations.  Alec was tempted to throw a smirk at Max, who snapped to attention faster than anyone he had ever met.  Considering what he knew of her, this was ironic, but self-preservation told him not to comment. 

 

There was a doctor standing in front of Renfro.  If this was some kind of pregnancy test, Alec was a little lost on why they needed him.  Renfro surprised them, though.  She handed them each a folder.

 

“We are running you both on a special OP.  I’m sure that surprises both of you, though you are very good at not showing it.”  She glanced at the doctor, who walked over to Max.  494, hold 452.”

 

Alec obeyed her immediately as Max looked from the doctor, to Renfro, to Alec in wildly.  The doctor quickly injected Max with…something…and Alec stared at the empty syringe. 

 

“What was that?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking, letting go of Max.  The doctor hurried from the room quickly as Renfro sat down.

 

“THAT,” said Renfro, “Is insurance.  452 is what we consider a flight risk.”  She turned to Max.  “This drug, without its counterpart, will short out your brain in two weeks.  Without your brain, you’ll be of no use to yourself, but PLENTY of use to us.  I’m sure you don’t want that, do you, 452?”  Renfro smiled at Max, who said nothing.  “Read over your briefing, you leave in an hour.”

 

 

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