part II
Title: Questions
Words: 457
Rating: G
Author rating: 3/5 stars....getting the story going is a drag sometimes
After Max told Original Cindy about her promotion, she left the apartment and went back to Terminal City, home sweet home. The trangenics were free, but they weren't stupid. They all knew that history repeated itself. Slavery had been abolished in the 1800s, but there were still people in this day who didn't recognize that fact. Those in TC who could get work worked, but they came back to the safety of radiation and Manticore-strength security at night. Pretty soon they would have to start charging working trangenics rent in order to pay the others who couldn't work. For some people like Mole or Joshua or Dix or Luke, jobs just weren't likely, so Max would have to create some within Terminal City: maintenance, security, construction. They would probably need to take a census sooner or later, too.
Max was secretly finding it a little fun to build her own mini-community with its own little economy.
"Logan?" she called as she opened the old wooden door of Sandeman's house.
"In here," she heard him say from the living room. She paused in the door frame a safe distance away.
"What's up?"
"I'm running Sandeman's phrase through online databases."
"You think it's some kind of code?" she asked.
"I don't know what to think," he said. "One of the founders of Manticore, also an influential member of an ancient breeding cult, made certain that you--one soldier out of thousands--had a cryptic message in an ancient language designed into your perfect DNA to show its face just now."
Max smirked. "Well when you put it that way, it's worth a shot. Anything I can do to help?" she asked as she crossed the room and leaned down over Logan's shoulder.
"Actually, yes," he said, turning his chair away from her to rummage through some papers.
Logan must have added some insulation to this room, because the heat was stifling.
"My cousin is in town to do a field study for college. Her father is a very influential man and is concerned for her safety."
"So by 'influential' you mean 'unpopular'."
Logan grinned at her. "It runs in the family."
Max flushed. Was Logan coming onto her? Because she was totally game. She reached out to touch his cheek as he turned back to his papers. Max caught herself and lowered her unruly hand to her side. She could have killed him with that touch! Logan was explaining more about his cousin, but Max was distracted. She was uncomfortably hot, like she was in a sauna of his aftershave...
"What?" She was vaguely aware that he had asked her something.
"Can you play bodyguard for her?" he asked again. "Something wrong?"
Max shook her head. "I'm on it."
Words: 457
Rating: G
Author rating: 3/5 stars....getting the story going is a drag sometimes
After Max told Original Cindy about her promotion, she left the apartment and went back to Terminal City, home sweet home. The trangenics were free, but they weren't stupid. They all knew that history repeated itself. Slavery had been abolished in the 1800s, but there were still people in this day who didn't recognize that fact. Those in TC who could get work worked, but they came back to the safety of radiation and Manticore-strength security at night. Pretty soon they would have to start charging working trangenics rent in order to pay the others who couldn't work. For some people like Mole or Joshua or Dix or Luke, jobs just weren't likely, so Max would have to create some within Terminal City: maintenance, security, construction. They would probably need to take a census sooner or later, too.
Max was secretly finding it a little fun to build her own mini-community with its own little economy.
"Logan?" she called as she opened the old wooden door of Sandeman's house.
"In here," she heard him say from the living room. She paused in the door frame a safe distance away.
"What's up?"
"I'm running Sandeman's phrase through online databases."
"You think it's some kind of code?" she asked.
"I don't know what to think," he said. "One of the founders of Manticore, also an influential member of an ancient breeding cult, made certain that you--one soldier out of thousands--had a cryptic message in an ancient language designed into your perfect DNA to show its face just now."
Max smirked. "Well when you put it that way, it's worth a shot. Anything I can do to help?" she asked as she crossed the room and leaned down over Logan's shoulder.
"Actually, yes," he said, turning his chair away from her to rummage through some papers.
Logan must have added some insulation to this room, because the heat was stifling.
"My cousin is in town to do a field study for college. Her father is a very influential man and is concerned for her safety."
"So by 'influential' you mean 'unpopular'."
Logan grinned at her. "It runs in the family."
Max flushed. Was Logan coming onto her? Because she was totally game. She reached out to touch his cheek as he turned back to his papers. Max caught herself and lowered her unruly hand to her side. She could have killed him with that touch! Logan was explaining more about his cousin, but Max was distracted. She was uncomfortably hot, like she was in a sauna of his aftershave...
"What?" She was vaguely aware that he had asked her something.
"Can you play bodyguard for her?" he asked again. "Something wrong?"
Max shook her head. "I'm on it."