Authors note: I think I got a bit adventurous with this Dark Angel story as you would have noted by my having Max travel to Boston for her current mission. Many of you comment on the fact that you love that I stick to the 'feel' of the TV series, and I don't want to stray from that too much. So while I'm changing the story somewhat to accommodate more sordid sex scenes, I want it to still "be" Dark Angel; so I'd appreciate you hitting me back to let me know that it still has the essence of the world its set in, please. As I said before I am a fan myself and love the show this erotica is based on, so I want to stick to that premise - INYOTEF ;)
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Previously in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D...
...The black man looked up, bullet holes in his back, blood dripping out the wounds, yet he showed no pain, in fact he didn't react to being shot multiple times at all...
'...The Soto Mark is not in the case!' Vivian exclaimed, 'It's HIM, KILL HIM, RETRIEVE THE IMPLANT...!'
...The Soto Mark looked down at the cowering Vivian Shevchenko, then grabbed Soto and jumped out the window...
He dropped down thirty stories, and crashed onto the ground splitting the asphalt...!
'...That's it,' said Del, 'that's where you will find Muda Yobo...'
'We slip in, get him alone...'
...Within a few minutes, Max and Del found themselves in the luxurious suite of Muda Yobo, 'You are from Klaas, yes?' he chuckled, 'this is good; very generous...'
...Max was having a hard time staying in control; an eight-way gangbang was not on the cards...
...Del was moaning like a sex starved whore as she went buck-wild bouncing on one guards cock while another stood there while she sucked him off...!
...Max's face crumpled, and she looked up at Yobo as he got ready to fuck her ass...
...As the group walked into the L.T.D. building, Max became very weary of the mission as she looked around. She spotted dozens of thermal cameras, motion detectors, roof inserted retinal scanners that read peoples pupils every couple of seconds, as well as at least thirty armed guards here on the ground level- all of them ex-military...
...Sam fell forward, air rushing in her ears as she dropped into a free fall down the building, the coiling nylon making a zipping sound as the line attached to her slid rapidly off the roof. The line tightened and Sam swung over the street to adjacent building rising into the air. She pulled out her gun, took aim and shot the one patrolling guard in the throat then dropped between the blades and fell into the duct just before the fan started up again...
...Sam shot out the camera then kicked in the door to find a man sitting in a chair-
'Who the Feck are you then?' he asked in a strong Irish accent.
'Sean Gleason. I'm here to rescue you...'
...The door was ripped off and a huge gloved hand gripped Max by her shoulder and she was flung out the drivers seat. Groggily Max lifted herself up cringing in pain. She looked up at the muscular, hulking black man...!
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'...Ok Max, don't bug out,' Max said to herself...
'Am I imposing?' the huge black guy asked in a deep voice, 'I'm going for imposing.'
Max shot herself up and lunged a kick into D'Arc's chest, and was shocked when he didn't even flinch. He grabbed her by her leg and side of her body, raised her over his head as if she were a pillow, and threw her onto another car. She bounced off the roof and tumbled onto the ground, spitting up blood. She got up, the dress she wore was torn, exposing parts of her naked flesh.
'You're the Soto Mark,' she said, wiping blood from her mouth and ignoring the stinging scrapes on her back, 'I thought you'd be taller.'
'Names D'Arc,' he said, raising an eyebrow as he gave Max a once over, 'Ya know, you are really hot for a Transgenic, thought you all were mutant freaks.'
'Yeah, I won the Manticore beauty pageant,' Max snapped sarcastically, 'what's your deal?'
'Me,' D'Arc smiled, 'I'm the soldier for tomorrows war baby.. A pure, unadulterated, juggernaut of adrenalin-fuelled behemoth!'
He turned around and Max looked at the abnormally thick, pulsing veins that ran from the point where the implant had been inserted; veins that ran up half the back of his head, and down his neck.
He faced Max again, 'give it up sweetheart, you're outta ya league here.'
'Go fuck yerself!' Max yelled charging him.
D'Arc grabbed the front bumper of the car next to him and grit his teeth as he used his super-strength to fling it at Max...
Her eyes widened as the as the car rolled and tumbled at her; she leapt off the ground, spun her lithe body and flipped horizontally over the car, then turned on landing watching as it crashed into two vans behind her...
D'Arc was stronger- but she was faster; he was right though, this wasn't a fight she'd walk away from. She dodged his punch, sliding between his legs- his bare fist breaking the cemented ground- then she dived over the parapet of the third story parking level, landing in a roll on the grass below. Her body had scrapes and bruises all over it and her dress barely clung to her...
She ran in front of the car coming down the street and it screeched to a stop in front of her!
The man inside gawked at the girl in the torn dress, looking at her exposed left breast. Max moved to the drivers seat, smashed the window with her first, and yanked the poor soul through it, tossing him into the street...
She climbed in the car and looked at the dude as he struggled to get up, 'sorry buddy, but this is life and death shit.'
She put her barefoot down and sped off to the point where she was supposed to meet Del and Sam; and on cue they came crashing threw the fifth story window. They hightailed it to the green Ford; men firing M4 riffles out at them thru the window; alarm sirens blaring in the background...
'Gun it 452!' Sam yelled as she shoved Gleason in the back as Del got in the passengers seat. Max put her foot on the gas and the tires screeched as she spun the car around and sped down the street the Ford veering left and right as she turned the wheel trying to maintain control as bullets ricocheted off the roof and boot...!
'What the hell happened to you?' Del asked looking at Max's injuries.
'Later!' Max said as she drove toward the freeway.
Sean Gleason sat up in the back, 'Sain's b' praised fer you lass. Ta all o' ya fer bailin' me out like tha'; but we bes' b' get'n outta Boston feckin' fas' coz Klaas ainay gonna b' at all ta pleased...!
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In Seattle the group of misfits had gone to Sandaman's old house to lie low...
'You're lucky to have gotten out of there alive Max,' Logan said watching as Sam nursed Max's wounds.
Max flinched at the sting of the disinfectant, 'Reds have nothing on this D'Arc guy. His, like, Superman strong!'
'Superman?' Del questioned with a confused glower.
'You're kidding me, right? Logan shot.
'Manticore wasn't big on comic books, y'know,' Sam explained, lighting up another smoke. 'Now that we got Gleason we need to find out how to take D'Arc down and get that implant.'