Authors note: Firstly; this chapter may be a bit on the short side. Anywoo; I needed to try and get the balance of storytelling and sex right again with the last chapter, so I hope that worked out; but that's for you to judge. And thanks to the anonymous emailer who suggested using Transhumans to base the feel of the series again, it helped a lot, I know you asked for a sex scene involving Mole, but I found it difficult writing it into the story.. Sorry, I am trying to add it though- but no promises. Lastly there seems to be mixed feelings about my "Previously" and "Next on Dark Angel" segments: so if you like it, don't worry I'm keeping them, and if you don't, just scroll down to the beginning of the chapter; no big deal, shish! - INYOTEF ;)
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Previously in DARK ANGEL: MIRROR CRACK'D...
'...I'm the soldier for tomorrow's war baby.'
He turned around and Max looked at the thick veins that ran from the point where the implant had been inserted up the back of his head, and down his neck...
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, then dived over the parapet of the third story parking level, landing in a roll on the grass below...
...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 ... 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...!
'...There's another way to get your family back,' Del said, forthrightly.
'Klaas is well connected. You could speak to Vivian Shevchenko...'
'Max would never go for it.'
'Max doesn't have to know...'
...The three woman looked up as a chopper came flying in from the south, and two black vans rode in from behind them.
Vivian Shevchenko stepped out ... 'His Sean Gleason, but he is no Interpol agent, sweetheart,' Vivian said with a smirk, 'his Klaas' main competitor; a gun runner out of Dublin, Ireland...'
'You can do this? Klaas, can retrieve my family from these men?' Sam asked ...
'Secure the Soto Mark and become Klaas' personal clean-up team and your family has no worries...'
'What!?' Max asked...
...She gripped the nose of the M4 and the shotgun then flipped back, catching Vivian under her jaw and taking her off her feet; then on landing on her knee, twisted her waist and struck Del and Sam in the face with their own weapon handles...
...Sam looked curiously at the Caucasian man that sat opposite them, sipping a glass of champagne- Klaas...
'...T-734,' Vivian said, still stroking Klaas' cock leisurely... 'Accelerated Progeria ...'
...Klaas spoke, 'the virus has been accelerated to- ahh.. To work a hundred times faster, a nice way to take the Soto Mark down...'
...Max stared him down but he didn't flinch.. 'ya thinking' if I would release her family before Klaas makes a move, she won't have ta sell her soul,' Gleason finished... 'Just one problem there lass, wus innit for me then?'
...Max grit her teeth, her nails scraping over the red material of the sofa; she pushed her foot down on the laminated floor, spreading her toes for better support; but she refused to give this asshole the satisfaction of hearing her moan; of admitting to him that she was enjoying the sex...
'...I'm here to make a deal,' Sam said to Soto, ignoring him, 'you'll want to hear it.'
'What is this deal?' Soto asked her.
'...Klaas is giving him a peace offering... '...me...'
...Feeling her pussy resist, D'Arc pressed his massive body to Sam's and started sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. He groaned as her velvety sex wet-nursed his cock as he pumped it in and out of her...
...Sam stretched her arm out and reached for the T-734 in her inner-coat pocket; but her eyes shot open as his hand gripped hers. He gripped the pole and swung it, hitting Sam and sending her threw the window. D'Arc looked down at Sam grinning, then picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder and walked off into the night with her...
'...If Max needs our help ta help a fellow "freak" I say we help,' Luke said, raising his fist...!
'...Once we get word from Sean Gleason's men that the hostages are secure,' Max said, 'we're good to go...'
'...We move in and get Sam out!'
'May I ask what you'll be doing while we run and gun,' Mole asked with a smirk.
'I play Sam.'
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'...Oh Fuck!' Max groaned as she was tossed onto her side on the king-size bed, the man with short, bleached blonde hair lying behind her and gripping her firm, round, tit and molesting it..
He guided his hard cock back to her needy pussy and she whimpered as he slid back into her. Lifting her leg slightly he started up again, sluing in and out of that sweet, soft vagina of hers, her sticky lips caressing his hard cock- it was incredible!
He lifted himself over her, her leg bending over the other and her waist turning flexibly, then started driving into her harder, fucking her like she was some horny slut.
She reached up and put her hand around his neck, holding her lithe body up with the other and contorted her face as she felt his cock work her perfect pussy so delectably... 'C'mon, fuck.. Fuck me,' she growled.
'God you're a needy slut 453,' Klaas grit...
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An hour earlier...
...Pouring rain ran down Joshua's snout as he crouched in the thick bushes, sniffing the night air.. 'Guards, I smell many guards,' he said.
'This sucks,' Alec grumbled, 'I'm spose to be pulling in the chips at a poker game, instead here I am helping Max play hero, again.'
'Tell me about it,' Mole murmured.
'Max is friend, gave us freedom,' Joshua growled, 'we help; help her!'
In a van down the street Logan and Luke sat watching the video feeds they had hacked into, 'cut the chatter on the lines guys,' Logan said...
