DISCLAIMER: I do not own the series that this fanfic is adapted from, nor do I make any money off the writing of it. As before, note please that if you are unfamiliar with the Dark Angel series you will not be able to follow the story.
INYOTEF ;)
My apologies to those of you who sent mail for me to continue writing, had to get more ideas flowing, hopefully I can keep going. For now, on with the show.
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The warm rays of the morning sun shone through the broken window onto the naked form of the sleeping woman. She stirred from her slumber a tad disorientated. She looked around trying to find herself.
This was not her apartment!
Max felt the hairy leg brush against her thigh, her eyes immediately shooting open. She looked next to her at the snoring man, then around the room, at the evidence of the night of carnal lust that had occurred, her own clothes lying, flung all over the room. On the chair on the far side of the room was a fireman's coat. Ralph; that was the guy's name, and with the name came the memories of how she ended up here.
Logan.
He had her go down to sector 9 to deal with some Albanian thugs who were running under age European girls as prostitutes into the country. Somehow, despite her 'condition', Max had managed to bring them all down without any hiccups, but one of them managed to get a gunshot off near a broken gas pipe. Max had used her unique abilities to escape the building. The fire team arrived along with Ralph...
Even with his helmet on Max was drawn to his ruggedly handsome features, she couldn't stop herself...
And now here she was, naked in the bed of a stranger she had fucked.
"Fucking heat", Max swore.
She slipped out of the bed, gathered her things and left before Ralph could wake with ideas of a morning quickie.
*
Max dunked her head under the streaming water of a cold shower an hour later. She was back home, and could already feel herself slipping into the unyielding need to be with a man.
Heat! One of the side effects of the genetic cocktail that had made her a super soldier. Three times a year she was on the prowl with a need to mate.
"24 hours Max, just another 24 hours and you're you again", she told herself. She sighed. Even with the ice cold water cascading her toned body she was still burning up something terrible. Having sex with Ralph had scratched the itch but she knew it wouldn't last; her body would soon be consumed by an insatiable lust.
Max turned off the shower, put her clothes over her soaking body, marched into the living room and dropped to the floor in rapid push ups, trying to keep her mind off sex.
"MAX!" the voice shouted for the third time.
"Huh-what?" Max stopped looking up at Kendra, she hadn't even heard her roommate speak to her.
"Coffee, do you want?" Kendra asked again.
"No-thanks", Max replied continuing the work out.
"What's with you?" you sweating like a hooker in church, and you didn't come home last night. You hooked up with that fireman at Crash..."
"You didn't?" Kendra raised a mischievous, yet surprised eyebrow.
Max didn't answer.
"God, you slut."
"Hey", Max snapped, but quickly backed down, "if a girl has an itch, she's gotta scratch, kay."
"Right, whatever", Kendra said, taking her coffee and heading to her room.
BANG!
The door shot open under the powerful kick.
"SEATTLE SECTOR POLICE!" yelled Walter, walking in uninvited.
He stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes fell on Max standing there all wet and sweaty. Her thin vest stretched over her ample chest, showing off her hard nipples through the fabric. Her long smooth legs glistening, Walter even thought he could see dampness on the material of her black lace panties, between her legs.
Max immediately became flustered with Walter's eyes roving over her body, she couldn't help it, all it took was the presence of a male to drive her hormones wild.
Walter swallowed; it was like Max's body was emitting some kind of sexual aura.
Max's smile was automatic, her eyes filled with hunger.
"Hey Walter", she greeted, finding herself swaying toward him.
"M-Max", he grunted, not sure what was with her this morning. Max's hormones were kicking into overdrive causing her libido to dictate every sensual action. Her mind already going through all the delicious things Walter could do to her.
Her smile widened into a grin.
"H-here fer r-rent", Walter stammered as Max walked into his personal space, her breasts lightly brushing against his chest. She was looking at him like a sex starved pornstar, at least that's what he thought, but he had to be imagining it, either way his cock was rock hard, straining against the confines of his trousers.
The buzz of her pager on the table snapped Max out of her sex-addled stupor just as she was about to jump Walter.
'There is a God', she thought to herself, stepping back away from Walter who puffed out the breath he had held. Red faced, he dashed out of the apartment.
Kendra walked out the back carrying a shoebox filled with cash; she stopped seeing Max standing alone in the room, "I thought I heard Walter?"
"W-what?" Max shot up at her.
"Seriously, what is with you, it's like you all zoned out?"
Max ignored Kendra's question and went to check her pager; Logan, he wanted her to call him.
*
"Do not attempt to adjust your set; this is a Streaming Freedom Video..."
Max walked into Jam Pony as the Eyes Only bulletin hacked the normal TV feed...
"The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds..."
She looked up at the TV, her heat causing her to almost loose herself in Logan's dreamy eyes (at least more than usual), as he reported as his alias, Eyes Only...
"It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city..."
"Last night five men died in an explosion on the lower east side of sector 9, they worked for the Russian mob, who bring in an estimate of 100 000 foreign underage woman into the country a year. Most smuggled into Seattle are helped brought in by sector cops on the take, paid by police Chief Donald Hady..."
The pictures of the men Logan spoke about flashed across the screen.
"Most of the activity goes down in China Town where the girls are handed to mob boss Sergei Petrovic who heads a prostitution ring out of his club, Vodka. Petrovic is protected by Chief Hady who makes sure any evidence against him disappears, while innocent teenagers are bounced around the country to be sex slaves..."
"Under the protection of the Eyes Only Informant Net, operations are under way to see that this kind of inhuman defilers cannot get away, and the syndicate itself, brought down..."
"This has been a Streaming Freedom Video via the Eyes Only Informant Net."
