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Dark Angel: Temperance

By: inyotefi



Disclaimer: Dark Angel and related characters are the property of James Cameron & Fox network; I do not own any rights to it. This is an erotic fanfic based on the cancelled TV series that starred Jessica Alba in the lead role (Max); therefore if you are unfamiliar with the TV show you will be unable to follow the story. This parody is written for entertainment purposes only. My apologies for writing anyone too much out of character, and for any spelling/grammatical errors. For the purpose of this story, it's best you read Dark Angel: Heat Wave ch. 1-4 first; as this is a continuation of that story.


Previously in Dark Angel (Heat Wave ch. 1-4)... 


"What the hell are you thinking?"

"In heat and going undercover as a call girl, really smart Max..."

'Do not attempt to adjust your set, this is a Streaming Freedom Video...'

'The Russian mob bring in an estimate of a 100 000 foreign underage woman a year. Most are smuggled into the country are helped brought in by Sector cops on the take, paid by Police Chief Donald Hady.'

'Most of the activity goes down in China Town where the girls are handed over to mob boss Sergei Petrovic...'

"Alright," Logan said to Max, "you know what to do?"

"I get into Club Vodka and find this Sergei Bytchkov..."

"Max?"

"Eric?" Max was shocked to see him, it had been a year ago, she had been in heat then too and dragged him to her place, but he fell asleep before anything happened, of course she didn't tell him that.

"You're right, I played you," she said putting her hand on his chest pushing him into the near-by sofa.

Max placed her hands on his shoulders and started moving faster grinding her body against his, her mind completely focused on the hard cock inside her. She rode faster inviting him deeper into her pussy her ass soon tapping against his balls...

Mr. Petrovic saw you on the cameras, he wants to see you..."

Sergei Petrovic, Mikhail the Bulldog, Sergei Bytchkov-all three men in the same room Max thought.

Petrovic called Mikhail over and whispered something in his ear.

"Bend over table," Mikhail ordered.

"Oh, Oh, Oh," Max moaned as Mikhail thrust his long, thick cock in and out of her cunt, her juices starting to run down her inner-thigh. She ran her pussy back against him, slid it over his cock increasing the feeling...

Mikhail smiled before his eyes shot open as he saw Max's fist flying in and his world darkened. Max flipped over the desk then spun around driving her foot through Petrovic's face.

"Here's the dealio Bytchkov, your boss found out you were gonna rat him out and he was gonna put a cap in your ass..."

"MAX, HEY MAX!" PEEP! PEEP!

Max looked over to the screaming and car horn sounds, Eric was calling her over.

"Who the hell is this?" Bytchkov asked, it is man you were fucking in my club.

You work for Eyes Only?"

"Shit Max, you're part of the Eyes, fucking, Only Informant Net?" Eric asked shocked...

"Where are you taking me? If Petrovic or Hady finds me."

"There's a safe house in this sector," Max replied...

Max clutched the blankets of the bed her leg pressed against her chest, Eric holding in place over his shoulder as he pistonned in and out of her pussy...

The sexual fog lifted by the sound of the phone ringing.

"Max?"

"Logan," Max squeaked.

She wanted to push Eric off her but instead fumbled to put the phone down then clutched him closer to her arching her back pushing her tits into his chest.

She shot up and looked at the phone, it wasn't on the receiver, it was lying on the ground; had Logan heard?

She had to get out of here now...!

Max and Bytchkov froze...

The clerk lay across the counter, his neck snapped violently.

They left the hotel and went to Eric's car.

She looked at the man that crashed through the fourth story window and landed unscathed.

She had seen them before, super-adrenaline supped whack jobs caused by a chip in their brains-Reds!

"Max, Lo- Blaine stopped himself when he saw Bytchkov, "boss-man's in his computer room..."

Logon sat in front of his computer working on files on Petrovic and Hady, "I send you to pick up a witness and you fuck him?" Max eyes widened, Logan thought he had heard her screwing Bytchkov. As stupid a thought as it was, she was sought of relieved he didn't know it was Eric. But she didn't say anything further, still pissed, she just left the room.

Max went to the room and took the beeper, she didn't recognise the number. Max picked up the phone and dialled the cell number.

"Max, this is Donald Hady."

The line went quiet.

"Max?"

Max got a lump in her throat at the sound of Eric's voice.

"Max don't give them-"

"Sorry," Hady was back on the line, "bring Mr. Bytchkov to the warehouses on the docks, I won't elaborate on what will happen to your friend..."

Max approached the warehouse holding Bytchkov by the arm, the two corrupt sector cops pointing their guns at her.

Max heard a loud thud behind her and turned to see the two Reds staring at her, their faces cold and expressionless...

"Oh shit...!" she gasped...

"Before we continue, I need to take care of business," Hady interrupted pulling out his firearm.

Max was so worried about the two Reds she didn't act when Hady took aim and pulled the trigger. The bullet bored through Bytchkov's head, exploding out the back in a spew of blood, skull and brains.

One of the two Reds acted, he grabbed a crate and tossed it at Max, flinging it with all his might...

Max groaned as her world slid into focus, a bright light above her blurring her vision. She winced as she felt a hand brush up her thigh. She tried to sit up but found that her hands had been cuffed above her head.

The Red series soldier walked over to her tearing his pants off, his huge cock dangling free. He then broke her cuffs off with his unusual strength, sitting on the bed and pulling her up onto his lap after he had taken care of the ropes that restrained her ankles and pulling her gag off.

"Sit," he ordered, "or die...!"

Two hours later Max was sprawled over the bed with one Red soldier ploughing in and out of her sopping pussy as she sucked off the other. They had fucked her in every possible position drilling their dicks into her pussy and ass, and not once cumming...

Eight hours gone and Max was bent down between one Reds legs sucking his cock, the back half of her body bent up on her knees as the other drove into her perfect ass. Max's knees were buckling but he held her up by her waist as he thrust in and out of her reddened sphincter...

Max got off him hoping to god his energy was drained. She hit him with all her strength his jaw dislodging as he fell across the bed. Next Max acrobatically jumped over the bed and lunged her feet into the others stomach, sending him flying across the room hitting the wall so that it cracked...

Two days later a bruised and battered Donald Hady sat in court, taken in for sex crimes and first degree murder for killing Sergei Bytchkov. He was found guilty after being testified against by Eric...

'Do not attempt to adjust your set; this is a Streaming Freedom Video.'

'Sergei Petrovic is now on the run, last information placing him on a ship for Russia. As for Donald Hady, he didn't make it to prison as he was gunned down in transit an hour after his sentencing, his body shredded by machine gun fire...'

Max stood on the vandalised Space-Needle overlooking the city. Thick rain clouds rolled in the night sky above her- a storm was coming.

They were still out there looking for her- the Reds. As if having Lydecker trying to track her, and, having to find her Manticore siblings weren't enough to deal with. Then there was this problem with Logan overhearing her raunchy tryst with Eric over the phone...

Droplets started to tap on her skin and as she stood there she wondered what would happen next...



*









It was a month later...

Max was lying on her bed sprawled out clutching her arms around the man on top of her; his mouth eagerly sucking over her left breast, his tongue lashing against her hard nipple as she ran her hands through his light brown hair. His warm erect penis was trapped between their bodies pushing against her inner thigh. 

She moaned as he sucked and nipped his lips over her nipple tugging it up as he released it before running his tongue up her neck and chin then kissing her full on her lips. She slithered her tongue into his mouth and followed his lead as he sucked on her full soft lips, his hand running down her smooth thigh then groping her firm ass cheek and massaging it. Max broke the kiss sucking on his tongue and looking into his eyes...

She reached between their bodies, repositioned her waist, grasped his cock and guided it to the wet entrance of her hot pussy. He eagerly gave a slight push forward penetrating her vagina slipping through her curling lips and gliding up her vaginal canal. 

"Aah," they both groaned in pleasure as the feeling of being so intimately joined made their bodies tingle. Further Max felt him go; his warm cock slipping in between her legs, her cunt stretching and accepting him inch by inch.

He wrapped his strong arms underneath hers and gave another grunt as he started thrusting, sliding his cock out of her slippery cunt and easing back in filling her slowly as she ran her legs up his waist. She closed her eyes as she felt his cock slosh in and out of her body filling her vagina out and going deeper with every thrust. Max started grinding her waist to meet his strokes her heart rate quickening as her body jolted with him giving it to her a little harder. She squeezed her cunt muscles and he groaned again, his cock now sliding all the way inside her before he pulled out halfway and thrust back in.

"Harder," Max whimpered needing more stimulation, and he reciprocated by slapping into her forcefully. He did it again and again, working his dick in and out of her body his strokes more aggressive till they were making her bed squeak.

Max thrashed about underneath him her blood boiling her pussy getting wetter, her clear, hot, oily juices leaking out of her hole and down the crack of her ass. It was what she wanted, a good hard fuck to take her mind off things, if only for a short while. She met every trust moving her waist in circles as his dick slammed in and out of her. She squirmed as shudders ran along her spine, her thighs clamping tightly to the sides of his legs. The desire teased her as she grew hotter, a little more and he'd make her cum.

He rose himself on his forearms; her right leg dangling over his right arm and without losing stride he humped her drawing his cock out of her and slamming in deep. She molested her breasts and tweaked her nipple with one hand and reached down and spread her pussy lips around his cock with the other.

"Fffck Max I'm gonna cum," he squirmed still fucking her as hard as he could.

She could tell; his thrusts were growing more and more erratic, and his cock was pulsing inside her. She closed her eyes and keeping her pussy lips spread open around his cock, she used her other hand to fondle her clitoris feverously.

It came suddenly, a surge of intense pleasure that raked through her body causing her cunt to grip rigidly around his shaft, her back arching as spasms shot through her body, "Oh god, oh god, Ohmigoood, "Max whined as exhilarating waves of ecstasy rolled through her.

Feeling Max climax he threw caution to the wind. He heaved his cock deep into her convulsing sex and let rip.

Max clenched her ass, her toes curling as she felt him gush inside her, his cum squirting into her vagina which immediately sealed around his cock and milked it.

Panting heavily they laid there intertwined for a couple of seconds, catching their breaths. Max felt his cock peel out of her and pop from between her lips as he rolled off her.

Sated and exhausted she drifted off to sleep...



*



Max tussled her wet hair as she walked into the kitchen dressed in her work clothes (her usual skimpy midriff T-shirt, spandex bike tights and sneakers; her Jam Pony cap worn back to front) the next morning though only three hours later; she sat on the sofa looking out the window. She could still hear Darren, the man she had fucked last night snoring in her bedroom and sighed. She had gone out with him a year and a half ago; fucked him while in heat, then dated him out of guilt. But when you were a genetically created soldier who had escaped from a secret government facility, you tended to keep alot of secretes, and that in turn doomed the relationship.

Darren had wanted to get to know her, but as he had said, 'her defences were always up and she refused to let people in...'

'Whatever' she had thought, and that was when she told him that they should start seeing other people; and the fact that she had caught him with his head underneath Justine's skirt.

Last night she had bumped into him at Crash, and since none of her friends pitched she decided to join him. Her life had been rather shitier than usual- She had been captured by Reds; adrenalin enhanced freaks, who had fucked her for hours in a warehouse, and because she had done a job while in heat for Logan, the two of them weren't speaking (see Dark Angel: Heat Wave ch. 3). So when Darren turned on the charm she used it as an excuse to get laid.

A whole lot of good that did, because she dreaded him waking up thinking they were together again, she needed him for the sex, and that was that!

"Hey,"

Max was so deep in thought she hadn't heard him getting up. She looked up to see him standing naked in the doorway.

"Can you put something on please," she smirked.

"Kendra not up yet huh?" He smiled.

"No, she's out for a few days," Max explained.

"Then why the rush to get dressed," Darren said walking over to her, "I thought maybe some morning sex would brighten your day." 

"Yeah, I gotta go, to work, so if you could let yerself out," Max said trying to sound casual and getting up before he got to her, making as if she were taking her coffee mug to the kitchen.

"Oh I get it," Darren said as if having some great epiphany, "I was like a male booty-call, right, a willing dick on hand to pleasure you."

"Like I said; gotta blaze, late for work," Max said again turning her back on him and heading out the door with her bicycle.

*



The usual atmosphere met Max as she entered Jam Pony; Normal yelling out addresses and tossing around packages to the many messengers, Sketchy ranting on about one of his ridicules schemes to make a quick buck, and Herbal spurting inspired sayings of the Most High...

Her buzzer beeped and she slanted it into view from where it was attached to the strap of her backpack.

"It's him isn't it?" Said a voice over her shoulder. Max turned to see Original Cindy looking at her accusingly.

"Yeah, so" Max shrugged.

"Oh don't play that with me, you know you been all down in the dumps, so march your ass over there and call the man," Cindy ordered.

There was no arguing with it; Max had been sulking for the past couple of weeks, the awkwardness between her and Logan weighing heavily on her mind. She walked over to the pay phone put in coins and stared at the numeric buttons for a while as if she forgot the number (which was impossible with her enhanced memory that allowed her to repeat a phone number by just hearing the beeps on speed dial). She finally dialled and waited to hear Logan pick up.

"Hey," she said when he answered. She forced a friendly tone, "this is me hitting you back."

"Hi Max, can you come over?"

"Lunch time?"

"Yeah, that'll be good. Need your help."

"As if I didn't know..."

*



Logan looked up as Max entered his work room but didn't have any expression on his face.

"Hey," she greeted, testing the waters.

"Hi," he greeted back.

She stood at the door feeling uncomfortable with the awkward silence as Logan tapped away on his keyboard typically immersed in whatever Eyes Only business he was busy with.

"So?" She questioned as to the reason he had asked her over.

"Oh. I know you don't want to hear this but it's about Sergei Petrovic."

Max raised an eyebrow, "I thought he hopped a ship to Russia after Donald Hady ratted him out?"

"That was what he wanted the authorities to believe. But his still in hiding somewhere in Seattle, and though he can't bring in anymore girls, his prostitution ring is still very much at work; only it's now run by Mikhail the Bulldog," Logan said still typing away, "I'm busy putting things right to go live with a cable hack."

"You do know Petrovic and Mikhail knows my face right I can't-"

Logan was ahead of her, he handed her a manila folder. She opened it and looked at the picture of a Rastafarian with a handsome face, square jaw, a goatee, and a buzz cut Mohawk.

"Alfonso Marley," Logan said, "He runs the Urban Shack, a dive slash strip bar down in sector 7. He also runs his own little prostitution ring out of the bar, but mostly deals in drugs."

"Dada-man," Max sneered.

"Right," Logan confirmed, "His gang of Rasta's are in a turf war with the Steelheads at present. Add to this the fact that Mikhail's Russian mob have pushed up the price of bringing in drug shipments by ship seeing as they own the docks, and Dada has a bit of a hard time financing his little criminal operation..."

"So he'd like nothing more than to see Petrovic and Mikhail pushed out of the country or dead; but he hasn't got the balls to take on the Russian mob," Max interjected, catching on.

"Well he's not stupid Max, going to war with organized crime is like tying a noose around your own neck," Logan said. "Dada-man was selling diluted samples of his supply, mixing it with rat poison to stretch it and keep making a decent profit, but when your customers die on you well-" Logan trailed off.

"And where do I fit into this?" Max asked.

"Well, Dada is now forced to make money with hookers and strippers, so his looking for high quality girls."

Logan didn't have to finish, she knew exactly what he wanted her to do.

"You go in pretending to be a hooker and then offer him a deal from me."

This part was unexpected. "A deal?"

"Eyes Only promises to take down Petrovic if he gives up his location," Logan said simply.

"You think he'd know where to find Petrovic?"

"No but he meets Mikhail directly to pay him for shipments of cocaine and heroine and-"

"And the Bulldog will know where Petrovic is," Max finished for Logan.

*

There was a cool breeze as Max got off the bus in Sector 7 outside the Urban Shack. She was dressed in a leather coat with a red lace bra underneath and a tight plaid mini skirt with fishnet stockings and black high heels. She fixed the short white-blonde wig she wore; giving her the look of a ditsy call-girl.

She pulled the coat tightly around her and crossed the street sauntering toward the bar.

There was a mist of thick smoke in the air and the soft beat of reggae music playing in the background as Max entered the bar; four girls were striping in a cage in the centre of the place as men threw cash at them. A big fat man stood up in front of Max. 

"Where yah be going gahl?" He asked in a heavily accented voice. As Max eyed him she saw the revolver tucked in the front of his pants.

"I heard you were hiring girls," Max beamed at him.

He looked her up and down; then satisfied that there was no way she could be concealing a weapon in her skimpy outfit, he led her to the back of the bar. Dada-man was sitting with a pretty black girl on his lap who was bent over the table snorting coke; around him there were four other Rasta's, including one who had an evil aura about him. He had long dirty dreads and a very dark skin complexion, his face sunken as if his flesh was pulled tightly over his skull.


Dark Angel: Temperance Ch. 02



A shaky hand gripped the bathroom sink turning white knuckled...

Max grit her teeth as she reached out for the orange tinged bottle and as she opened it the pills spilt all over the floor. She fell down on the ground, her entire body convulsing in violent spasms as she cringed from the painful seizure, flashes of memories plaguing her mind- 

DISCIPLINE!

DUTY!

TEAMWORK!

The Drumming sound of children's footsteps running in military precision down corridors filling her ears...

She took the Tryptophan pills, put them in her mouth and swallowed. She lay there on the bathroom floor clutching her knees as the seizure passed, her body still shaking and in a cold sweat.

A botched job! That's how she referred to herself; being created in a test tube gave her awesome abilities and a knack for kicking ass, but because it was imperfect human scientists that made her there were flaws. Somewhere along the line wires got crossed; 'faulty brain chemistry' they called it, not enough serotonin produced in the brain. So she was forced to live like this, off theses pills used as an amino acid that occurs in proteins; essential for growth and normal metabolism. A botched job!

*

After taking a shower Max came into the kitchen. Another side effect of what she was is that she rarely slept. It was now around four in the mourning and still quite dark outside. She sat down at the make-shift table where she and Kendra ate their meals and her mind trailed off in thought...

She had found out where she could find Sergei Petrovic; Mikhail had told her that he was on a freight ship out in the ocean off Mercer Island hiding out; the Katia Pusscuss. What she was still weary and slightly perturbed about was that she and Logan still had problems because of what had happened between her and Eric...

Max's chain of thought was broken by the sound of moaning...

She got up and turned to Kendra's room. Walking silently she moved the curtain that hung as a divider over the doorway and peered inside. Max's heart jumped into her throat; there on the bed was Kendra stark naked and riding her lover. Max could see her slick pink pussy slip up and down the man's hard cock sheathed in a condom. Kendra was bent over him going wild as she ground her hips into him trying to bite back her moans, her long blonde hair following the soft curve of her large breast as it swayed as she fucked.

Max raised an eyebrow as she spied on her friend. So this must be Mr. 'Multiples' she thought. Kendra had gone on about how he was able to 'bang the gong' all night long, bragging that they never got out the house because their evening started out naked and lasted till sunrise.

Max decided she would stay and spy on just how good Mr. Multiples was.

*

The black van parked along side the Urban Shack and a man got out. He walked into the strip club, his long leather coat flapping behind him. As he entered he surveyed the scene before him: There were half a dozen men in heavy grade military armour with assault riffles looking down at a crowd of Rastafarians and strippers, all kneeling with their hands behind their heads.

He looked at the crowd and spoke in an intimidating calm voice, "ladies and gentlemen I apologies for the inconvenience my men and I may have caused you. I am Colonel Donald Lydecker, and I work for the government, I am here on matters of national security; I assure you, you are in no danger whatsoever, and will not be detained longer than is necessary."

Lydecker turned to one of his men. 

"Sir, his in the back; he put up a fight so we had to shoot his kneecap out."

Lydecker walked through to the back of the club where he found Dada-man clutching his bleeding leg.

"Mr. Marley," he said keeling down in front of him as he spoke, "I understand you own this, establishment."

"Who dah fuck are yah?" Dada grimaced.

Lydecker looked into his face, his eyes stern, "who I am is not important young man..."

"You and your, thugs, are vermin who bleed an already collapsed society dry. I'm here to offer you the chance to give back..."

"I keep my ear to the ground Mr. Marley; in my line of work it's a necessity. At roughly O-two-hundred hours this morning we picked up radio chatter about a girl roughly between eighteen to twenty years of age..."

Dada-man looked up at the man still twitching in pain, a memory of Max flashing through his mind.

"A girl," Lydecker continued, "who single handily incapacitated five ex-Russian KGB soldiers without breaking a sweat. Then you and this girl dragged off Ivan Litvan, better known to the criminal community as Mikhail the Bulldog."

"I don't know where he is," Dada spat.

"You're not listening to where I'm placing the emphasis Mr. Marley; Litvan is unimportant. I'm not interested in Russian mobsters. I'm looking for the girl; she belongs to me you see."

"Go fuck yah sel-"

"YAAAGGGHHH!!!!"

Lydecker had taken a knife and stabbed it into Dada-man's wounded leg tearing it through jean material and skin; blood spilling out.

"This girl," Lydecker said, pushing the blade in and twisting it raising his voice above Dada-man's agonising scream, "is worth 20 billion dollars. There is no measure to the lengths I'd go to to get her back; even if that means peeling the flesh off your bones with a tweezers, piece by piece..."

Three minutes later Lydecker came out the back room wiping his bloody hand with a hanky. One of his men walked over to him giving a military salute. Lydecker looked up at him, "Briggs, get things cleaned up here, we're moving out."

"Sir, we found Litvan's body in a freezer in the basement," the soldier reported.

"Dispose of it..."

"And I want the location of a freight ship, the Katia Pusscuss, ASAP."

"Sir," the soldier answered.

"And Briggs, put that sack of shit out of his misery," Lydecker said as he walked away.

"Yes sir."

*

Max was standing atop a building overlooking the streets of Freemont...

She saw the dilapidated building down below where she had found out Nick Yasinski operated out of. She had refused to go to Logan for any Intel on Nick, deciding to do the reconnaissance work herself (because she was really pissed at him for laying into her over the phone). She found out that Nick Yasinski was actually Nikolai Yasinski, and like Logan had said, he was Petrovic's nephew, the son of his sister Yelena Yasinski. Turns out Petrovic didn't like his nephew very much because he was westernised, only tolerating his little gambling and racketeering business because of his sister. Because Nick's uncle was the head of the Russian mob the other gangs didn't give him any hassles.

As it was, Nick Yasinski made trips to his uncles ship once a month to give him a cut of the profits; Max guessed this was the reason Logan had dropped his name; so that she could hop a ride with him. All she had to do is convince Nick that this was a good idea.

The pupil of Max's brown eyes expanded allowing her to enhance her vision, zooming in on the building. There were two Russian men standing in front of a large rusted metal door. Both looked like they were packing sub-machine guns telling from the bulge in their coats. It looked like that was the only security preventing entrance into the place, so Max spun on her heel and dropped down four stories into an alley; her feline DNA allowing her to land gracefully and unscathed...

*

With a loud crash, a large Russian male flew through the office door taking it off its hinges. A second later Max came into the office with another thug; locking up the joints in his arm so that he couldn't move. She kicked his feet out from underneath him then hit him hard in the face so that he slumped down on the ground unconscious...

Nick Yasinski sat behind a desk on which there was countless dollar bills strewn, astonished at the young woman that had fought her way through his club. His hair was dyed a colour that was crossed between a dirty blonde and a goldish straw. He wore a loud stripped pink shirt and a white pin stripped suit; there was a thick gold chain round his neck, a large gold watch on his wrist, and he wore two platinum studs in his ears. On his neck was a tattoo of an eagle catching a fish.

He looked Max up and down smirking, "who the fuck are you?" he asked in a very American accent.

"I heard you were a bad ass Nicky, big playa playa from the Himalaya" Max said as she sauntered over and sat on his desk, "I'm here 'cause I need a favour," Max said flashing him a smile.

"You didn't answer my question lady, who are you and why the fuck are you busting up my guys?" Nick asked rising to his feet trying to intimidate her.

"That's not important," Max said dismissively, "what matters is that you're gonna help me get on your uncles ship." 

Nick laughed, "really, and why am I gonna do something as stupid as that?"

"Because your uncle doesn't treat you with respect," Max whispered in a seductive voice running her finger over Nick's lips making him swallow involuntarily, "because if his out of the way you'll be the big fish in the Russian pond."

Max forced herself to continue; she kicked her legs over the desk and wrapped them around Yasinski's waist.

"I-huh, I think you're forgetting about Mikhail," Nick groaned feeling the heat radiating off Max's sexy body.

"Haven't you heard, Micky went and got himself cut up," Max purred her lips now almost brushing over Yasinski's.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" Nick asked in a strained voice, his hand resting on the 9mm Beretta in his desk drawer. Max caught this and quickly groped him through his trousers, smiling as his body went rigid. Nick had no idea who this lady was, but he knew one thing for damn sure: she was a dangerous vixen, and hot as hell. He knew he ought to call for backup (assuming he still had men conscious in the place), or pull out his gun and shoot her; but with her curvaceous body in front of him, and her giving him a handjob through his pants all he could do was groan in pleasure.

Max could feel his hard cock raging in his pants as she jacked him off. It had worked with Mikhail; whoring herself for information had got her the location of Petrovic's ship, so now she had to control the seduction, give and take just enough to get what she wanted; temperance, avoiding excess.

"So," she breathed throatily, "how about it?"

"What?" Nick groaned coming out of his sexual daze.

"You give me a ride," Max stopped ruffling his cock and popped the button of his pants so that it pooled at his ankles, "and I'll give you a ride."

Just then, one of Nick's men who had a bad, bloody cut over his eyebrow came rushing into the office pointing a gun at Max, "boss spuskaemsya ("boss get down")," he yelled in Russian.

"Stravno, get the fuck out of here, I'm bussy," Nick yelled, "get these assholes up with you."

Stavno eyed his boss then quickly put his gun away and got the two other goons up and they left the room.

Nick looked back at Max and pulled his pale cock free, "Where were we?" he smiled reaching for her pants.

Max stopped his hand grabbing his wrist, "you were gonna tell me if we have a deal."

"I-I... My uncle will kill me," he stammered.

Max lifted her ass and pulled down her tight black pants along with her panties, Nick again groaning as he looked down at her shaven pussy. She tapped the soft slit then rubbed her velvet lips, spreading them slightly, "that's a shame-" she trailed off.

"I-" Nick's head was spinning, his mouth dry, his heart beating so hard it felt like his rib cage would crack; here before him with her legs spread, was the hottest girl he had ever seen. His balls were burning with the need to fuck her, but what she was asking in return...

Max gripped his cock and guided him between her legs then brushed his cockhead over her soft damp pussy lips. Nick clutched her thigh tightly with one hand and gripped his other around hers as he moved his cock to her entrance. 

"Aaaah," Max gasped, eyes fluttering as he pushed into her, her cunt immediately tightening around his shaft. She clutched his shoulder as he put both hands on her waist and eased another inch of his hard dick into her. She squeezed him with her cunt muscles and drew him into her body her pussy quickly moistening and lubricating his shaft. When he pushed in all the way to the hilt she gripped her thighs round his waist preventing him from thrusting.

She opened her eyes and watched him groan in pleasure, "this is the part where you say you'll take me on your boat," she cooed.

"Yess, anything you want," Nick moaned in desperation.

"Not good enough," Max said putting her hand between her legs and pulling his cock out of her halfway, threatening to slip him out. 

Nick's eyes shot open, "No, c'mon I swear."

Max looked at him carefully, ignoring the yearning in her body and looking for any tell signs of a lie. She found it, his brow twitched.

She pulled his dick out of her vagina and pushed him back, "I don't fuck around, if you can't deliver then neither can I," she said reaching for her pants and panties ready to pull them up.

"Wait!" Nick said louder than he intended to, "OK, you let me bang you and I'll take you to Petrovic's ship, I promise on my mother."

Max read him carefully again; he was telling the truth...

She splayed her legs for him, allowing him access to her damp pussy.

He again gripped her waist and guided his cock to her pushing back into her cunt. She was so tight and he grunted as he fed his shaft into her hole not stopping till he had his ball-sack pressed against her ass. Stretching and filling her out, he quickly started thrusting in and out of her huffing as he felt her convulse around his dick. With her teasing him he had to go slowly so as not to blow prematurely.

Max shut her eyes as she felt the warm male organ slither between her legs slipping in and out of her sex; she was growing wetter with every thrust, perspiration already forming on her brow. She reached down between their bodies and started fondling the little bundle of nerves that was her clit biting back the moans of pleasure as Nick slowly fucked her.

"Yeah, that's it honey you're so hot baby, yeah, yeah," Nick moaned as he worked her, Max couldn't help grimacing, it sounded like he had watched one to many porn movies. None-the-less she was still starting to tingle with him thrusting away at her pussy that was now soaked. She wrapped her arms and legs around him clenching her butte as it tapped on the edge of the desk, "can you go faster?" she breathed in a husky voice.

Nick smiled, "all for you gorgeous," he said then started slapping into her, her pussy gripping around him eagerly. He grit his teeth and gave it to her feeling her cunt juice drench his shaft stimulating it.

"Ah, ahh, oh," Max moaned as Nick rammed into her clasping her thighs tighter around his waist. 

Nick groaned again not believing the strength of this girl as she clutched onto him. His cock started throbbing and his thrusts grew more and more erratic...

Max eyes shot open as she felt Nick let go ejaculating his balls-worth into her, the strings of thick cum bursting into her pussy...

"Fuck yeah," Nick huffed as he tried to continue sliding his sensitive dick between her thighs, "You are incredible."

"Yeah whatever," Max smirked pushing him off her and pulling up her pants; disappointed with the fuck he had given her.

Nick was unaware of this and just fell back into his chair pulling up his own pants lying back drowsily.

"So we go tonight," Max said.

"What?" 

"To your uncle's ship. We go tonight, and don't think of backing out."

"Yeah," Nick smiled, "yeah, sure, tonight."

*

"Boss, I don't like this," Nick's man said to him gesturing with his head over to Max who was looking out at the ocean.

"You let me worry about our little tart; you're paid to work not worry. Now get the boat ready."

Nick walked over to Max, "23:45," he said getting her attention, "Uncle Sergei's expecting me at midnight sharp, time to get on the boat."

"I'm not riding in the boat," Max said. "You ride, I'll be underwater holding on underneath; when we're close to the ship I'll board it under cover of darkness."

"It's a fifteen minute boat ride; you can't hold your breath that long sweetheart."

Max smiled at him then turned and swan-dived off the pier into the water. She broke the surface looking up at him, "let's blaze."

*

The speed boat skimmed over the water toward Mercer Island, underwater Max held on tightly as she was pulled along. Manticore soldiers were trained in all manner of military training be it, black-ops, infiltrations, reconnaissance, or navy seals. When she was eight years old she could hold her breath for up to 45 minutes, now she was up to an hour and a half. In ten minutes she could see Sergei Petrovic's freight ship and she broke away from Nick's speed boat, swimming toward it below the surface of the water. 

Max immerged looking up at the large ship. She then dunked underwater again and shot herself up and onto it. She crouched in the shadows surveying the scene. She could see Nick getting on the ship met by two of Petrovic's men; there were about seven other men on deck all armed with assault riffles. Max moved between the freight containers getting closer to hear what Nick was saying.

..."I told you Yuri, you should come work for me I could use you, now where is my dear uncle?"

"He is staying in captain's quarters below deck. That fucking bitch that broke into Vodka has us hiding on this fucking ship, all city is looking for the boss."

"Yeah I heard, bad luck yeah, don't worry, uncle will get on his f..." The voices trailed off again as they went downstairs.

Max kept low and headed for one of the portholes and acrobatically slipped through it and into the ship. She was in a narrow corridor and quickly scanned it for any movement. There was a clunk, and a burly Russian came down the corridor. He passed, oblivious to Max holding her body up over the ceiling above him. The man turned left and disappeared into one of the side doors. Max dropped down and then noticed her reflection in the window. She tussled her wet hair then pulled out a lip gloss from her pocket, applying the strawberry flavoured gel to her full lips blowing a little kiss at her reflection.

She headed to the door the man had entered putting her ear to it and listening carefully.

The muffled voice she heard sounded American, "I don't give a shit about sector cops Sergei, let your nephew here contact your guys on the force."

"I will not trust Nikolai with this..."

"Uncle, I can do this. You give me the info on your contacts and I'll watch the 5-0 like a hawk."

Petrovic sounded annoyed, "5-0, what is wrong with you? You have no heart for the Mother land..."

"C'mon, not this shit again. America is the land of opportunity-"

"America is fucked up after the Pulse," Petrovic yelled.

"Then why are you here?" Nick retorted...

"ENOUGH!" The American cut in, "what the hell is wrong with..."

"What?" Petrovic asked at the sudden silence.

"Some one is listening to us."

Max held her breath; she wasn't making a sound...

There were footsteps coming toward the door...

The door opened and Petrovic peeked out," I told you, no one."

"Check the ship," said the American voice from in the captain's quarters.

Max moved quickly and silently through the ship and turned into one of the doors. She found herself in one of the small crew rooms then froze as she saw a man in there with her. He had long stringy hair and a thick beard. On closer inspection Max recognised him as Yuri, the man Nick was speaking to when he boarded the ship.

"Who the fuck are you?" Yuri spat pulling his gun and pointing it at her.

"Easy," Max smiled, raising her hands, "just take it easy sailor."




Dark Angel: Temperance Ch. 02



"Who are you, what are you doing here?" Yuri shot again.

"I'm-" Max paused looking for a response, "entertainment," she said finally. "I'm one of the girls from Mr. Yasinski's place; I thought this was the captain's room."

"Girl, I not see you come on board," Yuri said confused, lowering his gun slightly.

"Yeah, I was suppose to be a surprise for Mr. Petrovic," she put on a pleading face, "please don't let Mr. Yasinski know I messed up, I don't want him to hit me again..."

"Maybe we could work something out?" 

Yuri knew the rules; he was to report any unusual activity directly to his boss Petrovic who had grown exceedingly paranoid over the last few days. But the way this girl was looking at him with those deep brown eyes fogged his better judgement and her offer had made his mouth dry...

A second later he was lost in her hot stare. He lowered his gun and unbuckled his belt...

Max cringed yet again at the thought of giving this prick some sexual satisfaction. She should just knock him out and get out of here. But what if he got off a shot and alerted the ship to her presence...

She held back her disgust as he pulled out his pale cock and sat on the bed eyeing her lustfully.

"We do this quickly and then I take you to boss," Yuri grinned.

Max was frozen to the spot for a second searching her options; but quickly realised she had none. She took small steps forward and knelt down between Yuri's spread legs then reached out and grasped his cock, feeling it pulse to life in her hand.

'A blowjob and that was it,' she thought, she'd be damned if she was going to let him fuck her.

Yuri groaned as the girl slowly started pumping his cock running her hand up and down his length, his body twitching as her warm breath spread over his cockhead. He looked down to find her looking up at him with those soft doe eyes. Max looked down at his cock watching his pre-cum ooze out of his tip. She stroked him a bit faster squeezing his tip so that his mushroom-like knob turned a purplish shade. Knowing that eventually she would have to go through with it she bent down and gave his knob a kiss. Pulling back, his pre-cum was smeared across her full lips and when she stared back up at him he groaned at how hot she looked. 

Max bent into his lap again and this time lightly suckled on his knob flicking her tongue up along his sensitive glands; his hips jerking pushing him a bit further into her mouth. She plopped him out then ran her tongue up the curvature of his long dick then kissed his tip again.

"Suck it, put in mouth and suck," Yuri groaned breathlessly, running his hand through her curly brown hair. 

Max obeyed and finally went down on him taking his manhood into her warm mouth, gliding half way down before slurping up again and pulling him out. She gathered some spit in her mouth then sexily drooled it over his cock, rubbing it over his length with her hand.

"Yebut," Yuri breathed as he watched her.

She took him back into her mouth, relaxed her throat then eased down his length till her nose pressed against his pubic hair, before she slurped up again then gingerly bobbed her head up and down sucking noisily on his cock.

Yuri's cock was now throbbing in her mouth, "Stop!" he grunted gripping her hair and pulling her off his cock. Max's first reaction was to retaliate against the forceful action but she controlled the urge. Yuri pulled her up and threw her on her bed so that she was on her stomach, then yanked her pants off leaving little rug burns on her hips. He then pulled off his belt so that his pants fell down. Taking his belt he put it around her neck and fastened it pulling it tight.

"Hckkk," Max wheezed, snapping her eyes shut as her air supply was strained. This was some kinky shit, but she allowed it, not exactly sure why...

"Mmmph," she groaned as Yuri put his weight on her and pushed into her pussy with one long thrust, pressing his pelvis against her ass; his hard wet dick pulsing inside her cunny tunnel.

There she lay with Yuri on top of her, his belt held, strapped around her neck, and his cock inside her cunt. He pushed further into her moist twat then slid out and pushed in again making her moan in a strained voice. He motioned her firm ass up and down against the bed forcing her to follow his pace as he started fucking her faster and faster, Max groaning as her heartbeat quickened and her pussy opened for him allowing for better penetration. 

Max's hands gripped the bed sheets as she struggled to catch her breath with Yuri pulling the belt tighter with every thrust of his waist; but despite how uncomfortable it was, Max found that it was turning her on, and she slowly started pushing her backside into him so that his cock drove further into her sex.

She turned her face to him, feeling his hot breath other cheek panting as she got caught up in the sex, desperately wanting him to fuck her to her climax. The warmth spreading through her body, Max shut her eyes and pushed her ass into his groin letting him pound her pussy like he wanted to yearning for her body's sweet surrender.

Huffing in a sweaty heap the two of them slapped into each other on the bed fucking away as the rest of the ship searched for the intruder, worrying only about the pleasure of the encounter. The heat was slowly spreading through Max's body as she felt Yuri circle his waist so that his cock spread out her girth and sent tingles through her. This afternoon Nick Yasinski had left her unsatisfied after fucking her on his desk, but a little more, and this guy would make her cum. The thought of it made her rub her sweaty, tanned body against him harder, her hand slithered between her legs to rub her throbbing clit.

Yuri panted as he fucked her, his balls burning for release. He let go of the belt and lifted himself on his arms and started laying into her, slapping his cock in and out of her sweet, soft pussy. With the belt loosened Max found her voice and now had to bite down on her gloved knuckles to stop from yelling out in pleasure.

"Ahh... Ffck," she squirmed as her pussy contracted around Yuri's dick, unable to bite back the moan as she came hard; pleasure surging through her as her orgasm blurred her vision. Yuri bit his tongue as he watched Max's orgasm over take her; he lunged into her and let rip, blowing his thick load into her convulsing body.

"Huhh," Max groaned as she relaxed feeling Yuri's sperm fill her, feeling her wet cunt milk him. They stayed like that for a moment reviling in the after glow of their amazing sex...

Max lifted her head when she heard it...

Boats sailing across the water, coming from some distance away.

She got up easily pushing Yuri's weight off her. She pulled up her pants, then using her enhanced vision; she looked out at sea through the porthole.

"Oh shit," Max breathed as she saw the black speed boats heading toward the freight ship, they were military she could tell, "Lydecker, he found me."

"What are you talking-"

Max grabbed a wrench that was lying on the floor and threw it at Yuri hard. It connected with his forehead and he was unconscious.

She headed out of the room and ran smack into one of Petrovic's thugs. The man reacted to her presence gripping her throat. Max smirked, then simply took his hand and twisted it and quickly followed through with a kick to his gut sending him rolling a few feet up the corridor. Behind him two more Russian thugs appeared armed with assault riffles.

"Great," Max whined, then thinking fast she slipped out through a porthole avoiding the gunfire. By now the entire ship had been alerted to the presence of Lydecker's men approaching, and they were scurrying around readying their weapons.

*

Out at sea Lydecker lifted the binoculars to his eyes and peered through them flicking on the night vision, "I want us on that ship, clean sweep of all decks, every inch soldiers. She's on there."

"Sir, it's just one girl trapped on a freight ship," one of his men retorted.

"You listen to me," Lydecker said, looking sternly at the man, "that little girl escaped a government facility at the age of nine, what do you think she could do now...?"

"If she has you cornered you have a green light for a kill..."

Lydecker turned to all his men, "is that understood, if the target has the upper hand, execute order 10-0-6."

*

Out of the corner of her eye Max saw Petrovic and Nick Yasinski heading for the end of the ship, probably trying to make an escape in the confusion, "Not this time," she said to herself making after them. As Max dropped down from one of the shipping containers, there were three men in front of her. Thinking quickly as one tried to shoot her with his Kalashnikov, she moved with transgenic speed as he fired, the bullet catching one of the other thugs ripping through his chest. Max moved to him, grabbed his gun and flipped over him pulling the gun up so that it squeezed against his throat. With his back to hers and the riffle rammed against his throat, Max pulled hard; the man clawed desperately but the life soon drained from him. Max dropped him and he slumped to the ground, dead, then she turned to his friend. The man held his gun on her, shaking like a leaf, unsure what to make of this woman.

"I'll give you a sec to high tail it outta here," Max smirked.

He dropped the gun and ran, jumping off the ship and into the sea. Max rolled her eyes and shot off after Petrovic again...

"I have boat, we must go, the fucking U.S. government is after me," Petrovic said, panting as he ran.

"Don't be ridiculous. You really think the government is worried about a human trafficker," said the American man.

"His right uncle, it's someone else," Nick agreed.

"Who th-"

There was a thud behind them, Petrovic and Nick turned to see Max glaring at them.

"YOU!" Petrovic yelled pulling his gun...

Max moved pushing her body; she kicked the back of his knee, bent his elbow and pressed his gun to his temple before flicking the safety off.

"P-please.." Petrovic murmured, "I have money."

"You're pathetic," Max smirked pushing the gun harder to his head, "you see, I'm 'spose to take you in but there's a whole lotta military suits around, so what's a girl to do?"

"I-I run, I go back home to Russia.. I-I don't come back, pleeease," Petrovic pleaded.

Nick pulled out his gun, "Sorry uncle, end of the road, you fucked up," he smiled, "now I gots to clean up this mess."

Petrovic's face turned red, "You, you want to kill m-"

Max looked up when Petrovic froze...

The hand came out of the shadow gripping a Beretta 92FS. In a brief nozzle flash a bullet burst through Nick Yasinski's forehead in a spew of blood. The hand shifted and another shot fired, blood spilling on Max's sleeve as Petrovic's body went limb.

"Max," said the American voice.

Max squinted; she was staring bewildered at the eight year old boy with a short military-grade buzz cut and regular issued tunic stood before her. The child had blue eyes and brown hair. 

She blinked and the boy was replaced by a man; tall, handsome, and muscular, with short brown hair and deep blue eyes. He wore a dirty, brown hooded top under a slick black leather jacket, with black jeans and boots...

'Kavi,' Max worded without saying the name of her Manticore brother out loud...

"But you were caught.. the night we escaped..."

*

Cast

Max -                         Jessica Alba

Logan Cale -                    Michael Weatherly

Col. Donald Lydecker -               John Savage

Guests

Tyson Beckford -                     Alfonso 'Dada-man' Marley

Ben Foster -                     Nick Yasinski

Chris Evans -                     Kavi (X5-459)



Dark Angel: Temperance Ch. 03



Max stood there staring at Kavi, not believing her own eyes, "how...?"

"How did you get out?" she stammered.

"I don't think now's the right time for explanations Maxie," Kavi replied looking at the approaching boats.

The sound of whirling chopper blades caught Max's attention, he was right; they had to get out of there and fast. There were gunshot fire, after which several canisters shot on deck...

"Tear gas," Kavi said stepping over Petrovic's corpse toward Max.

"Their trying to blind us so they can flank around," Max said covering her mouth with the crook of her arm.

Gunfire echoed throughout the large freight ship with Petrovic's men trying to repel the invaders, but they stood little chance against military proficiency. Men with heavy body armour and gas masks armed with 7.62mm assault rifles were now scurrying through the ship and picking off Russian thugs as they chattered on their radios informing command of their progress. 

Lydecker's men were quickly covering the ship narrowing their search for the X5 female they were looking for.

"Let's move, Max," Kavi said, cocking his gun, "I got exit strategies for times like these."

Max had no idea what he meant; she was still trying to wrap her head around why he was here and how he could have shot Petrovic and Yasinski in cold blood. None-the-less, she followed him through the thick smoke caused by the tear gas holding her breath; ironically if it weren't for the genetic abilities Manticore had given they would not have been able to escape them. At present their enhanced vision allowed them to see clearly as they moved.

Four Manticore soldiers came around a container spotting them, they trained their riffles on Kavi who acted at a split-seconds notice; he ran up the side of the container and spun his body kicking one of them thru the face, the Perspex of his gas mask shattering. Kavi then moved at lightning speed grabbing two of the other soldiers gun nozzles and twirling his body, avoiding the shot of the other he hit the two over the heads with their own riffle buttes. He followed through gripping the other by the throat and slamming him hard to the ground before kicking the another against the container with a loud thud.

"Team command, come in, this is black leader, we have two Transgenic's, repea..."

"Errrgh."

Max had stopped the last soldier reporting to Lydecker by thrusting her foot into his back snapping the bones in his lower spine. Kavi pulled something out of his inner-jacket pocket and started moving again.

"A detonator, what the hell Kavi?" Max asked eyeing it.

"Desperate times Maxie," he replied, "got some C-4 rigged to gas drums down in the cargo bay in case of emergencies..."

"Now haul ass."

*

The shattering explosion ruptured, lighting up the night sky sending pieces of the freight ship flying in all directions...

Lydecker covered his face as the ship went up in flames. He looked up clutching his radio in anger.

"Did anyone make out the last broadcast from our team?"

"It sounded like he said there are two Transgenic's sir."

"Dammit! Get the chopper to circle around, I want lights on the water, we are not loosing these kids."

"Sir, we're three miles out from the mainland, they can't-"

"Don't fucking tell me what these kids can't do captain. Now I gave you an order."

"Yes sir; sorry sir."

*

Ten minutes later Max and Kavi immerged out of the sea water near the docks surveying the area for any signs of military presence. They heard the chopper fly over them after which their position was signalled by a blinding spot light. 

"Stay where you are," said the amplified voice over the megaphone, "you will be brought in unharmed. Repeat, X5 soldiers stay where you are."

Max and Kavi used their speed to sprint down over the street, Max skidding over the hood of a car as they ran over and into a nearby alley. Kavi kicked off a wall and leapt up onto the fire escape then kicked the ladder down for Max who started scaling it.

Meanwhile Lydecker headed off the dock and got into a black military jeep, "Where are we Briggs?"

"We got the chopper after them sir, the male has been identified as X5-459."

"And the girl?"

"We have no identification sir."

"Let's move out, I want two teams mobilised, they do not leave this sector, tell black bird not to loose them," Lydecker ordered.

*

Max and Kavi moved across the rooftops leaping the gaps from one building to the next staying ahead of the chopper.

"We gotta lose the eye in the sky Kavi," Max said, the speed at which they were moving hardly affecting her.

"Stay on my tail," Kavi smiled.

He ran up to the edge of the roof but instead of jumping across he slanted his body weight and flung himself through a window breaking through into someone's bedroom. There was a scream as a girl jumped off a man covering her breasts with a sheet, then another as Max came crashing through the window too. Kavi broke the door in half with his sheer strength and then took the front door off its hinges moving through the hallway of the apartment building.

"Gotta keep going," Max said passing him. 

They peered over the railing and down the stairwell as they heard footsteps making their way up the stairs.

"Fuck; Deck's task force is well trained," Kavi said eyeing the soldiers with his enhanced vision.

Never one to think things through, Max acted on impulse jumping over the railing and dropping seven stories down landing on her hands and knees. She sprinted up and grabbed the last soldier around the neck and kicked the one in front of him. Max then gripped off a flash grenade and tossed it up three floors. There was a loud BANG! and a flash of bright light followed by the groans of soldiers as they were disorientated. Special membranes over Max's eyes prevented the flash grenade from having any stumbling effects on her so she turned and moved to the door in the entrance hall; Kavi who had also dropped down from the top floor following.

"Nice," he smiled passing her and taking the lead again.

Max smiled back, she had to admit it was fun doing what she was made for along with a fellow X5.

*

"WHAT!?" Lydecker yelled, pissed.

"They evaded the chopper and set off a flash grenade blinding team 3 sir, we don't know where they are now..."

"Correction sir, we got them heading along the freeway on the overpass four miles away, their making for the sector blockade," Briggs reported.

"Let's move, I will not have these kids slip through my fingers again."

*

The chopper flew trying to keep its light on the fast moving X5's with little success.

Down below Max and Kavi pushed their body's running down the freeway toward the train line at 30 miles per hour. As they approached it a train came speeding by. Kavi timed it, grabbed Max's hand and leapt onto the train's roof quickly finding his feet to maintain balance. Max was down on all fours as they sped through sector 4 on the roof of the train, wind rushing passed her ears. She smiled looking ahead at the fast approaching bridge. Max bent on her knees and acrobatically laid on her back as they passed under the low bridge, her breasts almost grazing the roof of it... 

The train came out on the other side and as the chopper's light shone on the roof of the carriages, they were gone.

Inside the train the door closed and the commuters stared speechlessly at the couple who had got on bored as if it were an everyday thing...

*

"Son uffa bitch! FUCK...!"

"How the hell did you loose them?" Lydecker demanded.

"These are not civilian's sir. They have-" Briggs tried to explain.

"I put this task force together to reacquire escaped X5 soldiers captain, I don't want excuses. Now you find them."

"Yes sir."

*

Max opened her apartment door and walked in, Kavi entering behind her.

"This is, quaint," he said looking around at the unfinished place.

"Yeah well, when you're keeping a low profile you squat."

"Max that you?" Kendra said coming out of her room, "Oh, hi," she stammered looking at the attractive man in her living room. "So Max, you gonna introduce your friend?"

"Hi, name's Kavi," Kavi said extending a hand.

"Hey, I'm-"

"Leaving," Max said interrupting introductions, "Kavi is a friend from way back and we gotta catch up; alone."

"Boy, you'd think a girl can't take a hint, Max," Kendra smirked.

"It's not even like that," Max said virtually pushing her out the door, "His like a brother."

"A really hot brother, like, incestuously hot," Kendra teased.

"You are disgusting," Max said pulling her face, "Now out, go to Crash or hook up with Mr. Multiples."

"His got a weird ink job though," Kendra quipped catching the barcode tattoo on the back of his neck.

"Out," Max said pushing her and slamming the door shut.

She turned to Kavi with a girlish grin on her face. Then she walked over to him and hugged him tightly, "I can't believe you got out."

Kavi smiled down at her, "yeah."

"How- what were you doing on Petrovic's ship though?" She asked concerned.

"We do what we can out here in the real world Maxie," he said walking over to the window and staring out of it, "you do work for Eyes Only, and I... headed hits for the Russian mob."

"What?" Max asked shocked.

"I acted as an assassin Max, took care of business; used the contacts to find our unit."

Max didn't retort. They did what they had to do to survive. Hadn't Zack killed to keep her, Max, safe? Hadn't he killed the private eye Vogelstein she had hired because Lydecker had gotten to him? And if it weren't for Logan what would she be doing to survive; she'd still be doing small time cat burglaries.

"So did you?" she asked.

"Did I what?"

"Did you find any others from our unit?" she clarified.

"Vada." He said looking over at her.

"Where, is she, is she safe?" Max asked excitedly.

"She's fine Max. What about you, you find anyone, you know where they are?"

Max's face was sullen, "a few, Tinga, Jondy, Brin, Zack of course, Ben," she said the last name softly, not wanting to remember what happened to him.

"I heard about Ben, it was... fucked up," Kavi said cupping her chin. She looked up at him and smiled warmly.

"You're a hell of a woman Maxie. Roof over your head, working at a job, friends. You did okay for yourself."

"Yeah, I'm living it up while the others are out there doing god knows what to scrape by-"

"Don't beat yourself up, we all knew the consequences," Kavi said sternly.

They looked at one another still invading each other's personal space...

"You really are beautiful Max."

Max was speechless, caught unawares by the compliment, "What are you-"

When he cupped her cheek she didn't know how to react.

"Manticore did one hell of a job putting you together," Kavi smiled licking his lips. 

'He was going to kiss her,' Max thought, 'her 'brother' was going to kiss her.'

Before she could respond and pull away, Kavi had pressed his lips to hers and started kissing her passionately. When she felt his moist tongue slip in her mouth she put her hands on his chest and pushed him off...

"What the hell are you doing?" she protested.

"Don't tell me that escape didn't get you all hot Maxie," he said, then went down and nipped at her neck running his tongue along her throat before kissing up the side of her face and sucking on her earlobe.

She couldn't deny the pulse-pounding run-in with Lydecker had her adrenalin surging and her body in need of release; but not like this, Kavi was her brother she couldn't fuc...

Her breath hitched as his hand slipped into her pants and inside her panties, she immediately grabbed it trying to stop him but he had already cupped her core, his fingers parting her soft lips and dipping into her sex.

"ohnoffck," Max mumbled as he pushed his finger in deep inside her cunt, "Kavi stop," she pleaded, half-heartedly. Kavi was nibbling on her ear and gently running his finger in and out of her slit, pushing in further every time.

She wanted to pull his hand out but it felt really good having his knowing fingers work her heating sex, and instead found herself moaning and grinding her waist against his hand...

Smiling at her release Kavi dropped to his knees and pulled her tight black pants down her smooth bronzed thighs, making sure he slipped her panties off along with them. The scent of her sex filled his nostrils as he looked at her pristine snatch; the soft, thin padded slit already glistening with her arousal. He rose to his feet and lifted her slender frame off the ground then stepped backward and sank into the tattered sofa. Max was crouched over him with her feet along side his waist, watching as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jean anxiously awaiting the package held within. 

Her eyes widened as Kavi's erection popped out like a beast. It was thick and around 8 ½" long, clean shaven and circumcised. She hadn't ever taken a dick this large and the thought both thrilled and frightened her. Kavi reached between her legs and tapped her slit then rubbed it lightly. He took her hand and put it on his dick, groaning when she gripped it firmly. Max felt him pulse in her palm and slowly started pumping her fist up and down his length, "I haven't been with a Transgenic before," she whispered. She steadied her feet and lifted her body over him with his dick pointing straight up at her moist pussy. 

Kavi stopped playing with her snatch and held her calves as Max got ready to take his cock. She patted her pussy then held his cock firmly as she eased her waist down. His bulbous knob propped up against her lips then plopped into her vagina, his wide girth forcing her cunt muscles to stretch around his shaft as it pushed into her. Max snapped her eyes shut and rotated her waist as she tried to take Kavi's dick into her tight pussy, her juices trickling down his length giving the needed lubrication to stifle the friction.

Kavi held her legs and started thrusting his cock in and out of her while she continued pushing down till eventually half his dick was eased up her wet depths. Max leaned back and rested her weight on her arm and her hand on Kavi's knee and looked between her legs at how her soft pussy bulged around his huge, thick dick. She started thrusting her waist up and down, steadying her feet on the sofa for the support needed to fuck him. 

"God Maxie, look at you- ahh", Kavi groaned as he watched Max take half his cock, her silky snatch gliding up and down it as she slowly started fucking him. He unzipped her padded leather waistcoat and threw it aside then took the hem of her black top and helped her out of it. Kavi looked in awe at Max's supple tits encased in her black bra, her chest already gleaming with the sweat of her exertion.

He reached for the back strap of her bra and ripped it apart freeing her golden tits. They were perfect, sitting high on her chest despite their large size. He watched them jiggle as Max continued to rock on his cock then groped them feeling how soft and firm they were before taking one of her dark nipples into his mouth.

Max leaned back and just rode him, resting her hands on his knees with him holding her lower back; sitting there and thrusting her waist up and down and working her tender pussy over his hard cock.

"God Maxie, ergh, that's good," Kavi groaned as he watched her move, gritting his teeth as he held onto her tanned sweaty body as it rose and sank on his lap.

Max clutched his muscular shoulders, rolling her head in circles, her hair sticking to her sweaty brow as she rode him. Further and further she took him inside her sex, her cunt gripping and drawing his cock into her sexy body. Her clit pulsed as her juices smeared over his shaft with the way she ran her slippery little snatch up and down his length.

Kavi suddenly swept her off the couch into his strong arms and carried her into her bedroom. He tossed her sweat-kissed body down and lifted her waist so that her heart-shaped ass was in the air and level with his pelvis. Max craned her neck and looked at him breathing heavily consumed with lust. Kavi grinned at her, reaching out and fondling her buttocks and spreading her cheeks apart, leering lasciviously at her puckered anus.

Max's face crumpled when she felt the head of his cock prop against her asshole. It's not that she didn't do anal; it was just that she preferred her sex the way nature intended 

"Hrrnt," she scowled as Kavi pushed forward and his dick pushed into her butte, her tight ring stretching to allow him access. Max's mouth was agape, her breathing ragged and through her nose, her eyes snapped shut as Kavi heaved his way in, his large penis slithering up her bowels.

Max tried to wriggle forward as pain shot through her as her ass clenched around Kavi's dick resisting the intrusion. She gave a deep grunt as he continued pushing, feeling how wonderfully hot and tight she was, trying to thrust in all the way. Finally he felt his balls nudge against her wet pussy and knew he was as far in as he could go.

Kavi held still, enjoying the feeling of Max's tight ass clasped around him. He slipped off his leather jacket and pulled off his top, standing behind her naked. He placed one knee on the bed for leverage, his hairy chest pectorals flexing as he moved- he was quite the male specimen.

Filled with the huge cock, Max pushed her bum against his pelvis and spread her legs, knowing that what was to come would be a far cry from sensual love making. She prepared herself as Kavi pulled his cock from her anus slightly and slammed back in roughly. He bent over her and pumped in and out of her so that her muscles could relax, his cock sliding smoothly in and out her butte.

Max sucked her finger as he picked up the pace going faster, sloshing his dick back and forth humping her, his hips smacking against hers.

Her ring turned from a dirty brown to a light shade of red as Kavi ravished her, fucking her ass with everything he had, his Transgenic strength and animalism now taking over, every thrust making her perfect butte jiggle. He pumped quickly, going deep and hard her gorgeous ass slapping back hard against his hips as he dug his fingers into her hips.

"Oooh fck, Ahahh, hahh," Max grunted and moaned in pleasure as her hot ass was ravished mercilessly, the pain heightening her arousal as she now started pushing back to meet him, raising her body on all fours. She grit her teeth groaning uncontrollably as she enjoyed the good, hard ass pounding.

Kavi grabbed her waist, pulled out of her ass and twisted her body around so that she was on her back in one sweeping motion before he was on top of her. Max caught up with what was happening and spread her legs for him as he gripped his cock and patted it against her plump pussy before expertly guiding it to its destination. He was in her in one quick thrust of his hips, groaning with her as her warm wet walls hugged his hard cock.

"Oh shit," Max howled, raising her waist and pushing it against his pelvis trying to get him further in her soaking snatch. She flexed her cunt muscles, squeezing his cock as he pulled slightly out of her.

"Ffffholy ffck," Kavi groaned feeling her pussy grip and spasm around his cock, it was the most incredible feeling in the world and he lost himself in it thrusting deep into her over and over again. Max was arched against him, her body, thrashing, clammy, and in the throes of pleasure as Kavi worked his lovely dick in and out of her taut body.

Her hands were exploring his chiselled body wanting to feel it against her as they fucked. He kissed her again and she let him, eagerly, willingly sucking on his tongue as it intertwined wither own. He moved his waist side to side as he thrust, teasing the sensitive girth of her vaginal walls making her pussy tighten up rigidly again.





Dark Angel: Temperance Ch. 03



Kavi started pumping faster and faster until he was giving it to her so hard she couldn't moan audibly, the mattress squeaking as they fucked, the sound of Max's soft, slippery cunt squelching filling the room.

Kavi raised himself and leaned over Max bracing himself and resting his weight on his forearms. He was now fucking her with slow, deep thrusts making her gasp with the slightest movement.

He watched her beautiful face as he thrust in and out of her smoothly, clenching his ass and holding inside her momentarily before continuing. Max's eyes were heavy, her full lips agape as she moaned, overwhelmed by carnal lust. Her soft hands massaged his broad shoulders as he turned his attention to her exquisite breasts again, taking her hard nipple into his mouth.

"Kavi," she whined, eyelids fluttering open, her beautiful brown eyes glazed over with lust.

Kavi came up and started fucking her hard again, slapping into her, ramming his swollen dick into her soaked pussy again and again.

He held his weight on one arm and slid his free hand underneath her to keep her hips raised as he gave it to her. Max's head was thrashing about, her whimpers growing louder; she was going to cum...

It was with one feather light touch of her clit with her finger that tipped her over the edge, and Max eked as her pussy muscles squeezed Kavi's throbbing cock she spasmed violently as wave after wave of ecstasy shot through her. 

Kavi grit his teeth as he fucked her slowly watching her ride out her delicious orgasm, her cunt muscles relaxing around his aching cock.

Max opened her eyes smiling at him. He was still in her, still hard, it left her perplexed. But then he slipped his cock out of her and crawled up over her body above her chest, his glistening cock dangling in front of her face.

Uneasy at first, Max reached out and grasped his throbbing member making him twitch. She raised her head and snuck out her tongue tasting him. The zest of her own excretions shot through her taste buds and she liked it. She raised herself further and engulfed his cock, taking the long smooth rod into her warm wet mouth. Max bobbed her head back and forth sucking and slurping around Kavi's manhood her hand following the motion of her mouth and steadily pumping his cock.

Kavi looked up at the ceiling groaning, his balls tingling. Max felt him pulse in her mouth and reached down to squeeze his balls before sealing her luscious lips around his shaft.

Her eyes widened as she felt him gush into her mouth filling it with his sticky globs of milky cream. She swallowed his load fighting her gag reflex, slowly sucking his twitching cock moaning as the salty taste of his sperm satisfied her.

Kavi shivered as he emptied himself, and then got off a sated Max who rolled on her side...

Max lay there on the bed still reeling, soft tingles of her fading orgasm still coursing through her clammy body. Kavi got up and ruffled through his clothes and she rolled onto her stomach smiling at him, "what are you doing?"

He remained silent.

Max quickly grew uncomfortable and sat up covering her nakedness with the sheets, "this is why I didn't wanna do this," she said softly, "I knew it would be awkward."

Kavi smirked, "hmmpph, you sound just like Vada after I fucked her."

Max was caught off guard, "what?"

Kavi turned to look at her; his face had changed; he was suddenly dark and unforgiving in his overall demeanour, "Vada- she said the same thing after we fucked on the hood of her car..."

"She has nothing on you though Maxie. You're a little tigress. A sexy little fuck machine..."

"You know I'll never forget the satisfyingly shocked look on her face when I pulled a gun on her and then pulled the trigger."

Max was speechless; she didn't know what to say or how to respond. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening...

"You.. y-you killed her," Max said, her bottom lip trembling.

"Right between the eyes. The little whore had it coming, you all do," Kavi sniggered maliciously.

"A-all, what are you talking about," Max asked not believing her ears.

"Oh don't look at me like that Max, you think I'd be okay with you all high-tailing it and leaving me behind...?"

Max could sense the sudden danger she now found herself in and wanted to move, but Kavi pulled out his gun and pointed it at her...

"Stay, don't move Maxie. If you turn on the transgenic juice and try to out run me it won't help, my reflexes are as fast as yours; I'll just calculate your movement and put a bullet in your brain."

"Kavi, we, you're my brother... I-" Max tried to find words to express the confusion inside her.

"I'm not your goddamn brother Max..."

You guys got out, breathed free air, and me-" Kavi was now boiling over with rage, "I had a sweet time after you got out..."

"Deck dragged me back. First Psy-ops for psyche-evaluations, then it was off for reconditioning," he flinched as he said this, "hours in a room with my eyelids pried open..."

"Discipline, duty, teamwork, flashing in my eyeballs over and over again..."

He looked back at Max malevolently, "you have any idea how much that fucks an eight year old kid up?"

"But I faked it," he continued, looking at the harrowed look on Max's face "I fooled them..."

"So Deck decided to use me as part of his task force, and once in the field, I killed my unit and made a break for it. I vowed..."

"VOWED! Max, to find and kill every one of you. And Vada, she was number one..."

Max was staring at him, trying to register all that he was saying, but it wasn't anger she felt, it was pity, and it showed in her expression...

"Don't give me that look Max. You think I'm crazy; off the reservation like Ben!"

Max quickly grew indignant at the mention of the name, "don't you dare talk about him!"

"He was bent Max," Kavi spat, "the Blue Lady, the High Place, nomaly's that would eat us... Please!"

"And then he goes on a ritualistic killing spree-"

"And now you think I'm as psychotic as he was." 

"No," Max smirked, "you're AWOL."

Kavi looked at her, his gun hand as steady as ever, "maybe..."

"Don't do this Kavi; we didn't want to leav-"

"Save it," Kavi said cutting her pleas short, "I heard that speech from Vada..."

"And it's X5-459 to you. I'm not gonna kill you Max; well not yet. Not until you tell me how to find Zack..."

Max was still searching desperately for her brother that was swallowed up by all the hate of the broken man before her. She didn't hate Kavi, she couldn't. She hated Manticore for what they had turned him into.

He was still speaking, "If I know Zack he'll still feel compelled to look out for you assholes, he'll know where the rest are."

"You know I won't do that, you know I'd rather take a dirt nap then give them up," Max said resolutely.

Kavi looked at her down the barrel of his gun, "what a fucking waist," he said taking aim.

Max's eyes widened but the knock at the door stalled that moment between life and death...

"Max, Max you there?"

An icy grip took hold of Max at the sound of Logan's voice. She looked up at Kavi and knew he had picked up on it.

"Now who could that be Maxie?" he smirked.

"His a civilian Kavi."

"C'mon, you know as well as I do there are no civilians; just soldiers and casualties. So how about we invite your friend to the party. Get dressed."

Max put on her clothes and by the time she was done Logan had knocked for the third time.

"Call out to him, tell him to come in. and no games," Kavi ordered.

"Logan, I'm in my bedroom, doors unlocked," Max shouted out, her eyes locked on Kavi.

They heard the door open and the sound of shuffling as Logan's wheelchair rolled into the living room.

"Max, are you decent? I tried to page you, didn't know if you were done with that little errand; I g-got worried," Logan called out.

'Now,' Max thought, 'now he wants to make up!?'

Kavi grabbed her by the arm and pushed her out the bedroom and she stumbled in front of Logan.

"Max?" Logan said startled, then froze as Kavi came out of the room with his gun.

"Hey there, you must be one of Maxie's Eyes Only buddies," he smiled pointing the gun at Logan.

"You could say that," Logan said as cool as ever, "who are you?"

"Oh, Max and me go way back."

"Right; back to her days at Manticore I see," Logan said catching the reflection of the barcode tattoo in the mirror behind Kavi. 

"So you shared your secrete Max. Guess things just got interesting," Kavi smiled in a way Max didn't like at all.

He grabbed Logan out of his wheel chair, his, Logan's, lifeless legs flailing on the ground. Max tried to do something but Kavi's gun was back on her, "easy Maxie, don't do nothing stupid."

"Kavi, please," Max virtually begged.

Kavi tightened his grip around Logan's throat, who made a gurgling sound before passing out.

"Damn you, you fucking sick-"

"That's more like it Max, show that true animalistic nature you keep propped up inside..."

"Now, Logan is it; yeah Logan here is going with me, a little incentive for you to find out where Zack is," Kavi smirked looking at Max down the barrel of his Beretta 92FS, I'll be down in the Industrial sector by the old broken down buildings..."

"You got an hour."

Max couldn't do a damn thing as Kavi carried Logan out of her apartment and was suddenly gone...

Her emotions were in turmoil, anger, frustration, regret, disappointment, fear- all churning in her gut. If she gave up Zack, Kavi would murder her fellow X5's; and if she didn't, he would kill Logan. She was caught in a catch 22 situation that no one should find themselves in.

*

The old building was a wreck, the seven floors all collapsed into each other. Kavi stood looking into the Seattle skyline as the sun rose turning the city into an orange shimmer. Behind him Logan stirred and he turned to look at him.

Kavi walked over and knelt before Logan who sat against a pillar, "well g'morning sleepy head."

"Where's Max?" were the first words Logan spoke.

Kavi smiled, "It ain't worth it four eyes; Max is not your type. She's not the white picket fence breed."

Logan eyed him cynically, "and you would know?"

"A whole lot better than you. We're cut from the same genetic cloth, Max and me."

"She's nothing like you!" Logan retorted.

"She's a killer!" Kavi yelled, his voice echoing through the condemned building, "born and bred..."

"Trained to be lethal without remorse, to take life without question."

"No," Logan argued, "that's the choice you made. The other X5's broke out of Manticore by choice; made the choice not to accept what they were designed for."

Kavi looked down at him and shrugged, "what do you know anyway."

"At least he has ideals," said the voice from behind them.

Kavi turned to face Max, "you made it Maxie; now the party can begin..."

"So where is Zack?"

"You didn't really think I was gonna get him did you," Max said cockily.

Kavi glared at her and she stared right back.

"Fine, I'll find him myself..."

"Now do I shoot you first or your boyfriend," he contemplated pulling out his gun. 

No sooner had he reached for the piece when Max acted; grabbing a knife from the back of her pants and flinging it. The blade pierced Kavi's hand and he clutched it in pain, dropping the gun. Max dashed for him and kicked him hard in the gut sending him crashing through some wooden beams. She picked up the gun and pulled out its ammo clip then flicked the remaining bullet out of the firing chamber after which she tossed it out of the building. Max next hurried over to Logan.

She cupped his cheek, "hey, how ya holding up?"

"Little beaten up; and I can't feel my legs."

Max smiled at his lame joke, "funny, we better get you out-"

"Ahh!" she yelped as Kavi grabbed a tuft of her hair yanking her head back, then tossed her across the dusty floor.

"You bitch," he said, pulling the knife out of his bloody hand and tossing it aside, "you think you're real smart don't ya Max? Now I'm gonna fuck you up."

Max got up on one knee, then rose to her feet, her stance menacing, "come get some."

Kavi ran toward her and spun his leg round to kick her in the stomach, but Max blocked the shot with her shin then flipped her body back catching him under the chin with her boot causing him to stumble back. Landing then moving before he found his balance, she lunged at him with a punch. But Kavi found his feet and caught her punch then hurled her head into an old door window, the shattering shards cutting her face before he threw her to the ground.

"That all you got," Kavi mocked kicking her hard in her gut.

Max cringed as pain shot through her body and coughed, splattering blood on the ground. She got up ignoring her throbbing head, and had her focus on Kavi once again.

"I'm getting warmed up, so how 'bout you shut it and bring it."

Kavi moved in swiftly grounding himself as he threw a punch at her. Max sidestepped him and gripped his throat then tossed him over her hip; but he used his agility to flip on his feet and as he landed she thrust her knee into his face. Kavi stumbled back again and Max grabbed his head and kneed him twice in the stomach. He caved down before her holding his gut and she hit him hard in the face making him crumble on the floor.

Groggily rising to his feet, Kavi wiped blood from his mouth. His face was red with rage. He yelled out as he tried to dive Max to the ground, Max moved to the side and he found himself clutching air as he went down again skidding across the floor.

"What's the matter soldier; didn't Manticore teach you not to attack in anger?" Max taunted him.

"Think ya real funny don't ya Maxie, real bad-ass bitch," Kavi spat. He reached in his coat for something.

Kavi pulled out a grenade and pulled out the pin with his teeth and tossed it at Max.

Max's eyes widened and she dived out of the way. The blast made the derelict building shake as debris and dust swirled around. Max pushed herself up, small pieces of rubble falling off her. She looked over at Logan; he was unconscious, the side of his face stained red. She pulled him up, he looked in bad shape. She turned to see where Kavi was...

The kick caught her in the face, but her instincts helped her to roll with it and shoot herself on her feet. Kavi was in front of her and she rushed him with all her might taking him clear through a stone pillar. Max got up and lunged her foot into his chest and he fell back stumbling, about to fall out of the building.

Max caught his shirt and he dangled on the tips of his toes over the edge of the broken flooring.

Kavi looked down at the floor eight stories below then at Max who was glaring at him, blood trickling down her face.

"Life and death Maxie, what do you do? The killer inside is screaming for you to let go."

"No," Max said, looking back at Logan injured on the floor behind her; her eyes welled up with tears, "the humanity in me can't let you hurt anymore of the people I love..."

Then she let him go; it was as if the world was switched to mute as he fell, plummeting to the ground below...

Kavi's eyes shot open after he hit the ground, he coughed and spat up blood as he looked at the long blood stained rod protruding out of his chest; he twitched then his eyes fluttered closed...

Max dropped to her knees as the pain crippled her and started crying...

*

"If you wanna be rich, listen to the bitch. Give mommy the cheddar, she'll make your life better," Original Cindy rhymed as she walked around Crash's patrons collecting money.

Sketchy walked in observing this and came up behind her, "Hey what's the action, I want in?"

"Sister Girl is arm wrestling biker-boy; $ 20 buy-in."

Sketchy looked at the burly biker dressed in leather and dipped in ink then at Max sitting across the table from him." I got 50 bucks that sez Max takes him."

The bar's patrons booed Sketchy who just smirked, "Hey, yo, I work with the girl."

The biker smiled and raised his massive arm smiling at Max, "let's go princess."

Max gave a half-smile in return and took his hand steadying her elbow on the table.

Cindy gripped both their hands, "o'hight playa, playa's on three. And one two.. three."

The biker immediately pushed his arm trying to over-power Max; then his eyes widened, it was as if he were trying to move a truck. He put all his effort in, his face quickly turning pink, but Max's arm didn't move. Max looked at him then flicked her wrist slamming his arm on the table and sending him rolling on the floor. 

The embarrassed man sat up quickly clutching his stinging wrist to find the bar whistling and cheering. Meantime Max got up and made for the exit.

Cindy went after her, "Max, Max..."

Max turned to her, her face emotionless.

"You gonna tell me what's down with you?" 

"I told you it's nothing."

"Right, you been moping all day yesterday coming with stories that the scratches on your face is from a bike accident, and you expect me to buy that..."

Max opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out.

"Look boo, I don't know why or how, but you're hurting, and you can't keep it all bottled up inside. So if you don't wanna tell me bout it, find somebody..."

Here's your take of the bet," Cindy finished pushing a wad of cash into her hands before walking away.

*

Max walked into the hospital room looking at Logan lying on the bed. He had a bandage over his head.

"Hey," she greeted, "how ya doing?"

Logan grinned at her, "I'm flying as high as a kite Maxie."

Max pulled her face, Logan had never called her 'Maxie' before.

"Morphine. For the pain, I must of pushed the button a hundred times," Logan joked. 

Drugged, he was drugged. Max walked over and took a seat. She looked at him, serious despite the stupid grin on his face, "you were right," she just started...

"But it wasn't Bytchkov.. it was.. Eric. I- there. It wasn't me' I mean it was me but I wasn't myself, I- couldn't control my hormones, so I slept with-" she couldn't finish.

"You're really pretty Max," Logan said smiling and cupping her face.

She looked at him speechless, it was as if he hadn't heard a word she said; still she pressed her cheek to his hand enjoying the comforting warmth...

Logan's hand gently rubbed over her skin making her hotter all of a sudden. She stood and leaned over him pressing her lips to his, capturing his lower lip and sucking on it before pushing her tongue into his mouth sliding it over his. She kissed him with all the passion she had, wanting this from that first time she met him; standing before the antique mirror in his house, where he gave her an inappropriate and over the top compliment.

Max broke the kiss and climbed up on the bed on top of him. She could feel his erection press up between her legs as she straddled him. 'God she wanted this so bad,' she thought as she shuffled up the hospital gown he wore eyeing his stiff hairy cock for the first time. Logan groaned as he felt her hand gently grip his dick and start pumping it firmly. He popped open Max's jean button looking up at the lust-filled expression on her beautiful face.

Max got off him and was out of her pants in a flash, straddling him in her white panties. She took off her leather jacket and through it aside sitting on top of Logan in a tiny tank top, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Even though he was high on morphine, Logan was still taken back by just how hot Max was.

She lifted herself on her knees and slid her panty to the side, her tight little pussy peeking out, then gripped Logan's dick and guided it to her core. Her legs literally trembled with the knowledge that they, Logan and her were finally going to have sex.

All of a sudden Logan clutched her thighs halting her movement.

"What?" Max said desperately, don't you-"




Dark Angel: Temperance Ch. 03



"Protection," he said, "we need protection."

Max mentally swore, trust Mr. Eyes Only to be concerned about safe sex even when he was drugged. She didn't exactly walk around with rubbers in her pocket. She looked around hoping something would materialise out of thin air. Then she saw it on the steel cupboard next to Logan's bed- surgical gloves...

She grabbed one, stretched it and smiled at Logan who was frowning at her. Max took his cock and slipped the middle finger of the glove over it, sealing his shaft in the latex, "perfect," she grinned.

Satisfied that the surgical glove would serve as contraceptive Max's expression was again filled with desire as she took hold of Logan's hard penis and slid it over her vagina and resting it against her entrance, she held her breath as she prepared to take him into her body. She looked deep into his eyes, and then eased her waist down, his cockhead slipping through her soft pussy-lips and dipping inside her cunt. She pushed further down, the latex sheathed shaft hollowing out her tight vagina as it was stretched to accommodate the welcomed intrusion.

Logan grit his teeth as he felt his cock glide up into Max's moist depths, filling him with electrifying sparks of pleasure. With half Logan's dick inside her, Max let out the breath she was holding and pulled her hands from between her legs, resting both of them on his chest. Her eyes were shut and she wiggled her hips a little, and then rotated them as she sank down further. She pulled her hips up letting some of his cock slide out of her, then pushed down again letting it push an inch deeper into her pussy. She did this again slowly letting his cock fill her out, allowing her pussy to lubricate his prick.

Max opened her eyes once she felt Logan's hairy balls press against her panty covered ass and looked into his eyes again. They didn't move; they held completely still, letting the feeling of finally being so intimately joined wash over them. 

Max bent down and kissed him again, opening his mouth with her own and sliding her tongue over his sensually, making out with him slowly. As they kissed she started to roll her hips grinding against his pelvis, his hard cock sliding in and out of her lush pussy. 

She breathed through her nose as she sucked on his tongue, feeling his dick throb inside her as her eager, crackling pussy slurred up and down it. Logan's hands slid up her smooth thighs and groped the firm cheeks of her ass through her panties where he squeezed them and simultaneously guided her movement as she slowly ground over his cock.

Max sat back up and pressed her palms against his chest and started thrusting her hips and bouncing on his cock, her cunt gripping around his shaft tightly as she moved. With every thrust her body grew hotter and her pussy tingled, her legs shaking as she made love to the man of her dreams.

Logan's hands roved up Max's taut body as she writhed in pleasure on top of him; he found the bottom of her red tank top and pushed it up exposing her ample chest, her tanned tits rocking up and down as she steadily rode him.

"Ahhfck," Max whimpered when she felt hands molest her supple tits, groping and massaging the golden orbs as she focussed on working the hard penis that pistonned in and out of her soft cunt; it made her go faster, and grind harder, fucking Logan with a desire she had never known.

So lost in the pleasure of sex, were Max and Logan that they didn't even hear the door open or the dinner tray that fell with a loud clang as the nurse walked in and gawped at them fucking on the hospital bed. The nurse stood there speeches watching the woman moan as she rocked up and down on the patient who was sucking hungrily on her firm breast, flicking his tongue against her hard nipple.

Max threw her head back and pressed Logan's head to her bosom, the locks of her hair flailing over her face hiding the contorted expression of pleasure. It was happening again; her clit was vibrating and her body was tingling, a sure-tell of an orgasm rising. She thrust her hips a bit faster, her pussy squelching as her buttocks tapped against Logan's balls. Logan's hands were now under her panty and pressing hard into the skin of her ass; his mouth sucking on her left breast, his tongue circling her dark areola.

His dick was throbbing inside her, he wasn't going to last much longer, he let go of her tit, her top dropping and covering half her breasts. Logan gripped her ass even tighter and started thumping his waist up into her, the loud slapping resonating off the walls.

"Ohgodohgod.. fuck," Max moaned and placed her hand on her lower stomach, and fondled her clitoris with the other. She seeped in a deep breath preparing herself as her orgasm bubbled to the top.

"Fffffck," she squirmed as her pussy contracted; she clenched her ass and thrust up and down slowly as the tingling warmth grew into an all-consuming fire that spread through her and made her see spots before her eyes. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as the sexual bliss filled her as she felt her oily juices drip over his genitals. Her body twitched before spasm shot through her muscles before she trembled as her orgasm washed over her.

Regaining some composure she could feel the surgical gloves finger expand inside her as it was filled with Logan's sperm. She opened her eyes to see him breathing rapidly beneath her, then bent down to kiss him again.

Max laid there for a few moments resting her head on his shoulder...

For once it didn't feel awkward...

She could feel Logan's dick softening inside her cunt and got up feeling it slip out of her. It flopped to the side still sealed in the makeshift condom.

Max pulled her panty back over her pussy and fixed her top before putting her pants on. She looked at Logan who lied there drowsily, drifting off to sleep, then bent down and kissed him on his forehead...

She knew he wouldn't remember this; he had way too much morphine in his system. But that didn't matter.

One day they'd do this again in a more romantic setting.

She walked to the door oblivious of the tray and spilt food on the floor. Max opened the door and took one last look at Logan as he slept peacefully...

At least she had something good to look forward to.

*

Cast

Max - Jessica Alba

Logan Cale - Michael Weatherly

Col. Donald Lydecker - John Savage

Original Cindy -- Valarie Rae Miller

Kendra - Jennifer Blanc

Guests

Chris Evans - Kavi (X5-459)



Dark Angel: Temperance



The whole table looked up at Max, all of them obviously high, but all taken back by how beautiful and sexy she was.

"I an' I think this be a product of Jah himself," Dada-man said leering at Max through dark shades, speaking in an accent similar to Herbal Thought's. "What is a beauty like dis doing in dapresence of a sinner such as me?"

"Hey," Max said in a ditsy tone, "so like I was working over at the Cherry Bomb as a stripper, but then my girlfriend told me this place is, like so awesome, and if you weren't shy and didn't mind doing it, you know, I could make, like triple the money," she said in one breath.

"So you want a job?" Said the man with the evil aura.

"Totally, like duh," Max said.

"I an' I think you right out easy on da eyes,baby gahl, but are you willing to go da distance?" Dada asked, pushing the girl off his lap.

"Well yeah, I mean it's like, if I will fuck for money you mean right?" Max said trying to sound like the slut she was pretending to be.

"You don't liketa be mincing words now donch'a know, I an' I like dat," Dada grinned, "respec ta ya; but now we go to da back an we cun have a private interview."

Max knew this would happen; in fact it was part of the plan; though at this moment she was having second thoughts. Dada walked over to her and put his hand around her waist and lead her further into the club toward a door labelled: 'Staff Only.' Inside was a large room with some sofa's and a TV on a stand in one corner, and a private bar in the other.

Dada-man looked at Max, "yawun a drink ta help ya relax?" He asked, though already pouring two shots of whiskey.

"Please," Max said softly trying to appear submissive.

Dada-man gave her the glass then downed his in a single gulp and sat down on the sofa. Max sipped her own drink, giving glimpses at the TV that was playing softly in the corner of the room.

"So I an' I think yacun be real special working here, but ya gotta know how ta please da clients," Dada said, a definite suggestion in his tone.

Max put her drink down on the table half drunk (it wouldn't have any buzzing effect on her with her transgenic constitution anyway); flashing her best smile when looking up; though inside she was cringing at the thought of proving that she really was a whore.

Dada-man was looking up at her, pulling off his shirt and keeping on his dark shades; there were two large wings tattooed over his chest, as well as decorative skulls and tribal prints printed on his skin and halfway down his arms. Max was surprised and impressed to find that he was ripped, his chest shoulders and abs nicely cut. She swallowed her reluctance after another look at the TV then zipped down her coat so that it fell softly on the floor.

She put a sexy sway in her hips as she walked over to the sofa Dada sat in, stopping between his spread legs. Looking down at him she used one hand, running it over his short Mohawk hair and the other to unclip her bra which hung loosely over her chest.She let it slip off her so that Dada-man was now goggling up at her perfect, supple breasts, her light brown nipples standing tweaked in the cool air of the room. Max bent over him making him groan out loudly as she groped his erection through his trousers, her perky nipple grazing over his lip.

He sucked on the erect little nub hard, grunting loudly as Max rubbed his stiff dick through his pants making him deliriously horny. She slipped into his lap pulling his dick free as she did so, the warm thick shaft pulsing in her palm. Dada breathed heavier; he had fucked every girl in his employ, all of them quite stunning, but this Max was in a class of her own. He had never seen someone so naturally gorgeous, or so eagerly willing to have sex-

Max put his large bell shaped cockhead against her damp velvet cunt lips ready to accept him into her shutting her eyes; one downward push of her hips and she would have gone through with it...

The program on the TV cut to static, there was a static buzzing and then eyes appeared on the screen between side scrolling words...

'Do not attempt to adjust your set, this is a Streaming Freedom Video.'

'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.'

'And tonight, it's coming directly to you Alfonso Marley...'

Dada-man; caught in the rapture of reviling in the thought of pushing his aching cock inside Max's slick sex was caught completely unawares when his name was mentioned. He froze, cock still nudged up against her pussy entrance, unsure of whether or not he had imagined it. None the less he pushed Max off him and looked at the TV.

...'Breaking the bank when there are drugs to sell must put a real damper on business I imagine Dada-man (a faded picture of Dada handing cash to Mikhail appeared on screen).'

'And when the lapse in finance leads to a lapse in product (now there was a picture of a dead junkie), well that's just bad business.'

"What da fuck is dis shit?" Dada asked out loud as if the TV set could hear him, his attention now completely on Logan's voice.

'But we both know who's to blame; whose responsible, and whose still very much in charge (the two earlier pictures faded away replaced by a picture of Sergei Petrovic)!'

'Sergei Petrovic feeds on the innocence of young teen-aged girls both from America and Eastern European countries, he buys them and sells them across the country into a life of slavery to sex, men, and drugs; and it has to stop. And that is why I'm asking you for help Dada-man.'

Dada-man laughed at the TV apparently finding Logan's last broadcasted request amusing.

'The woman that is most likely in the room with you (the smirk on Dada's face immediately vanished and he looked over at Max who had put her bra and jacket back on)works for me. She's my personal bodyguard and will issue the terms of a bargain I wish to propose. Until I get an answer from you...'

'This is Eyes Only saying; peace out.'

The cable hack cut and the program that had been on resumed. 

Dada-man looked at the TV for a few moments then became flooded with indignant rage. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Max but caught only a blur before his arm was bent at the elbow and his wrist was twisted causing him to drop his weapon. The firing chamber of his gun was removed from the handle the ammo clip falling to the ground before the weaponwas discarded. Max kicked the back of Dada-man's knee then followed through with a kick to his lower back and he slumped over onto the floor.

He got up clutching his aching wrist and looked up at the women who had removed her blonde wig to reveal curly locks of dark-brown hair; her entire demeanour changed as she stood before him, hip cocked to the side with a heavy attitude about her.

"You best not try that again," Max said smirking down at him, "Here's the dealio from Eyes Only..."

"All you gotta do is call up your homeboy the Bulldog and arranged to have a shipment brought in and I'll take care of the rest. And you get your shipment problem dealt with."

Max bent down in front of him, "now do you wanna call your Rasta bothers for help so they can get their asses handed to them by a girl too, or do you want me to call Eyes Only and tell him you'll help him bring down Petrovic?"

*



It was a quarter past two, and the full moon shinned in an uncommonly clear sky, glistening over the ocean water. Max and Dada-man walked between some shipping containers to where he had arranged to meet Mikhail the bulldog.

"Dis sucker don't play right by da rules none pretty gahl, you tink Eyes Only'll send you sum backup?" Dada asked worryingly.

"I'm the back up," Max said nonchalantly walking next to him. Then looking at the unconvinced expression on his face, she smiled, "Hey, girls kick ass; says so on the T-shirt."

Dada looked annoyed but Max disappeared down another route as he continued to the meeting spot.

Mikhail stood with four of his Russian thugs; all armed with Kalashnikov assault rifles, Mikhail himself had a silver Desert Eagle. He looked as Dada-man stopped to be frisked by one of his boys.

"This is late for demanding stock," he said.

Dada-man looked up at him, "I an' I deliver a service, an my people wun my stuff mun."

"Yebut," Mikhail swore in his mother tongue, "let's just get this shit done, dah?"

"Jamun, respecbrudda, respec." 

Dada-man looked behind Mikhail as one of his men was grabbed silently into the shadows, all that was seen was a gloved hand gripping him over his mouth. The goon standing closest to the disappearing man turned looking dumbfounded...

"Nikoli?" he called into the shadow, trying to peer thru it.

Mikhail turned around to see what was going on. There was a black tainted blur as a figure leapt and flipped over the goon landing behind him. Max kicked the back of his knee with the heel of her boot then grabbed his assault rifle and flung it at the thug furthest away; it hit him in the face and he stumbled backward. She gripped the goon she had jumped over around his neck, squeezing hard and cutting his air supply until he passed out. Max then flipped backward as the other thug got to his feet; she twisted her body on landing and swung her leg, her foot connecting with his jaw dislodging it; he twirled into the air and landed hard on the ground. Adrenalin pulsing she dashed toward Mikhail in a blur, bending his wrist and putting his own gun to his temple...

"Hey, remember me?" She smiled; and with a hard upward thrust of her knee to his face he was out cold. 

She turned to Dada-man who was looking at her open mouthed, "Told you..." she said walking past him and slapping him lightly on the cheek, "girls kick ass."



*

Mikhail slowly stirred groggily...

He was tied to a chair and stripped of all his clothes. He squinted looking up at a bright light that was shinning in his face. There was a flick, then the feeling of cold steel as a semi-circular shaped; serrated edged knife was pressed to his throat.

"Yah are in the shit now boy; I an' I am gonna gut ya like a fishy. But first ya gonna tell I where I an' I can find Petrovic," Dada man whispered into his ear.

"Hmmph," Mikhail snorted, "You think you can get away with this? You think they don't know I meet with you? You can't be this fucking stupid chto. They will come to your shitty bar davarich, and they will cut off your balls.I will tell you nothing," he laughed.

"Ah but ya do not understand my brudda, it is not me who is asking ya; ya will be judged by da most high in da afterlife, but now ya answer to another." 

The bright light switched off and as Mikhail's vision adjusted he saw the outline of a slender figure. Max stood before him; Dada-man walking past her leaving the room. Mikhail adopted a blank stare, expecting an interrogation.

"I know what you're doing," Max started, "I know that you would rather die and suffer pain then rat on your boss."

Mikhail still stared dead ahead.

"You see I know you were ex-KGB and have training. But I've had quite a bit of training too. I know what it is to follow orders and to remain blindly loyal," Max stated, walking in front of him but he still stared blankly.

"You see you're thinking I'm gonna beat you down and threaten to cut off your testicles or some other shit."

"Fact is I'm not. Tell me, Bulldog, I know your English is not too great; but do you know the meaning of the word temperance?"

Nothing, no response.

"Well, it's got to do with the ability to control your urges."

"I'm gonna reward you if you help me. But if you don't I am gonna torture you, and no amount of training is gonna help you resist."

Still no response.

"So tell me, did you enjoy fucking me up against the desk in club Vodka (See Dark Angel: Heat Wave ch. 1)?" Max asked popping the button of her pants.

It worked; Mikhail was caught off guard, his eyes refocusing.

"How did it feel pushing your hard cock into my wet juicy pussy and ramming me over and over again?" Max asked looking at him closely as she lowered her zip; seeing his brow twitch.

"You can do it again, right here you know," she almost whispered, her efforts to seduce him not lost.

He looked up at her, and her eyes roved to his crotch where his cock was steadily swelling.

"Now, now, down boy, you gotta answer me first," she said bending before him, "Where is Petrovic?"

Mikhail kept his mouth shut.

Max smiled then bit the tip of her black glove and pulled it off. She gripped his cock firmly and started pumping her fist over it slowly, "Where is Petrovic? Tell me and I'll let you fuck me like we did in the club."

She bent down and took him into her mouth and suckled on his mushroom like knob then plopped it out again.

"Yebut, bitch," Mikhail groaned throatily, Max hand still masturbating him slowly, "poshel na hui( fuck you),poshel na hui, POSHEL NA HUI!!!"

Max smiled again as she got to her feet. She unzipped her padded leather waistcoat and threw it to the ground then crossed her hands and reached for the hem of her tight black top and yanked it over her head. She stood looking down at Mikhail in a black bra that held her perky breasts in place; her pants button was undone and her zip down to show she wasn't wearing any panties; a dark thin strip of pubic hair just visible. Max undid her bra and let it fall from her breasts exposing them to Mikhail who groaned again as her supple and ample chest rose and sank with every breath.

She cocked her hip and pulled down her pants kicking off her boots with them; and was now standing in front of him in just a pair of black socks. Mikhail couldn't take his eyes off her, she was exquisite. An angelic face with round perky tits, her nipples hard and rosy; her tummy was flat and her navel was pierced; her tight tender pussy peeked out between her legs that were long and shapely.

"Still don't wanna give me your boss?" Max asked again in a taunting voice, "Oh well maybe I should get someone else to fuck me."

She put her fingers to her mouth and gave a sharp whistle and Dada-man came back in, and even though Max had told him about her plan he was still stunned by just how hot she was. She walked over to him where he stood in front of a small table and knelt down in front of him. Max undid his belt pulled down his zipper and yanked off his jean along with his boxers his huge ebony cock already rock hard.

She took it and engulfed it and started moaning as she ran her pouty lips over half of it bobbing her head back and forth; her eyes on Mikhail who was gaping at her. She used her hand to jerk Dada's cock as she sucked him off swirling her tongue along the underside of it saliva coating his long shaft. Pulling her mouth off him she wanked him fast as she went down and rolled his balls in her mouth...

"Hahh, hahhhaagh, fuck," Dada groaned as Max excited his cock, she was completely unbelievable and certainly knew what she was doing. Max took him back in her mouth again and forced him to the back of her throat her mouth opening wide as she fought back the urge to gag. She pulled him out again looking at Mikhail through watery eyes...

"This could have been your cock I'm sucking on, you sure you won't answer one little question?"

When he refused to answer Max rose to her feet and sat on the table pulling Dada-man-who was panting-between her spread legs. Dada gripped his cock and pushed it against Max's soft moist opening desperate to get in her and fuck her good and hard.

"Haah, ah," Max yelled out as he pushed into her harder than she had expected filling her warm cunt with one long thrust. He held there reviling in her sex; she could feel the soft pulses of his large dick buried inside her. she rode her legs up his waist and opened her eyes looking at Mikhail, giving a long moan as Dada pulled his cock out and pushed back in forcing her pussy to stretch around him.

Dada-man thrust in and out of her filling her with his cock and pulling halfway out as he started fucking her slowly basking in the feeling of her hot silky sex, her inner-walls massaging his shaft and her muscles squeezing him as he pumped her; it was the tightest cunt he had ever had. Max rocked as he banged her her eyes fluttering but still looking at Mikhail who could barely take watching her getting fucked right in front of him.

He watched as Dada-man pushed deep into her wet cunt remembering when it was him who had done that knowing that the way she was moaning, was the way she moaned for him to fuck her.

Max was gripping her thighs around Dada-man as he slid his cock between her legs, every thrust was making her hotter and wetter, and her pussy now dripping as her oily juices ran down her ass. His balls slapped against her ass with every powerful thrust if he kept doing her like this he'd make her cum. For the moment she had to remind herself that she was doing this for a reason and not lose herself to the feeling that was coursing through her body. Harder Dada thrust, deeper he went, Max's hot pussy convulsing around his cock as he pushed through her cervix, her walls pulling him in further.

"Ohh, oh, god, fuck me," Max moaned telling herself it was all an act. Her body rocked slipping up and down on the edge of the table as Dada pumped in and out of her.

Mikhail's cock was aching, and with his hands tied he couldn't even relieve himself with a hand job...

"YEBUT; ok I'll talk, just come and fuck me!" He gasped.

Max heard the words and forced herself to stop for a moment but Dada-man was still going, still thrusting hard, slapping his cock between her thighs. She pushed him off her, his cock slipping out of her wet pussy. She quickly gripped his cock and jacked him off very fast. Within a couple of seconds cum exploded out of his hose and spilt over her hand.

Max was still burning and ready to cum herself.

"Info?" She said breathlessly to Mikhail, almost desperate to fuck him and find her own release.

"His out at sea, a freight ship, the Katia Pusscuss," Mikhail said quickly.

It was good enough for Max; she spun around with her back to him and gripped his cock as she sat in his lap.

"Aahh," they both groaned as she sank down his length. She wasted no time in thrusting up and down, her pussy already quivering around his dick, the warmth from it spreading through her body. Faster and faster she thrust her legs clamped together so that her cunt squeezed his hard cock as it slid in and out her sticky sex.

"C'mon, hah, fuck me, do it,hahh, ohh, ohh, makemecum," Max whined as she slapped up and down on his lap. Mikhail sank lower into the chair and tried to pump into her from beneath. Max bit her lip as she bounced on his hard dick loving every moment of it; she pressed and rubbed her clit and was consumed by her climax. The waves of pleasure hit her hard, surging through her from within, heat filling her as her cunt contracted. Her body convulsed and she stretched it out as spasms raked through her. Panting heavily she ran her pussy slowly up and down Mikhail's cock riding out the intense orgasm. She slowed down and stopped completely sitting there with him throbbing inside her...

Max opened her eyes and got off him, his dick rock hard and pulsing as it peeled out of her sopping wet pussy.

"Hey, we not done," he huffed, his cock aching agonisingly, "I not done."

"I am," Max said turning to him and cupping his chin, "Thanks for that."

"HEY! HEY!" Mikhail yelled in frustration, but Max was collecting her clothes and walking to the door. 

She opened it and turned back to him, "I heard blue balls are a terrible feeling, at least you won't have to suffer long."

Max walked out, and Dada-man walked in with his sharp curved knife...



*

"And your conscience isn't bothered at all?" Logan asked a couple of minutes later over the phone.




Dark Angel: Temperance



"The guy was a sleaze, and I'm a soldier remember. Besides it's one less bad guy in the world," Max said.

"Yeah, but having your gut sliced open-"

"He had it coming, if Dada-man didn't, Petrovic would'a, seeing as how he ratted him out," Max interjected.

"I guess. Speaking of which; how'd you get him to talk, I heard these Russian mob guys were tuff to crack?" Logan asked.

Max didn't answer; obviously she couldn't tell Logan the truth...

"Max, you still there?"

"Yeah," she said, "I have my ways."

"Yeah, I'll bet," Logan said sarcastically.

Max knew what he was trying to say; he was back on what he thought had happened between her and Bytchkov over the phone (See Dark Angel: Heat Wave ch. 2), only this time his guess was on the money.

"Look," she said rudely, "I'm going after Petrovic, you gonna help?"

"I'll try and get some ship manifests pulled, meantime I got a name you can check out; Nick Yasinski, his Petrovic's nephew," Logan said and then put the phone down in her ear.

Max slammed the phone down incensed. Who the hell did high and mighty Eyes Only think he was? She was the one risking her neck for him!

Max dropped the pay phone and got on her bike kick starting it...

She reared it in the air then sped down the dank street into the dark night.









Cast

Max Jessica Alba

Logan Cale Michael Weatherly

Original Cindy Valarie Rae Miller

with

Tyson Beckford as Alfonso 'Dada-man' Marley