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A Lost Moment (part 6)

by Max Guevara

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~Almost twelve hours later~

Security Office at the Compound

“Alright, go ahead and remove 494’s restraints, we’ve gotten as much as we are going to get out of him tonight,” White said as he moved briskly through the office. “Plus giving him a little freedom will make his restraints that much more unbearable.”

“Sir, what about the other X5?” Otto asked as he followed his boss through the room.

“Otto, for once you’ve had a good idea.” White stopped suddenly and pulled out his radio.

“Sir?” Otto questioned, but White put his hand up silencing his underling.

“Yes, this is Agent in Charge White,” White said into the radio, “you are to move the girl from the infirmary to the cell.”

“…yes sir…” a garbled voice came back over the radio.

“Sir?” Otto asked again, a little bewildered by his superior’s orders. “Are you sure that is a good idea? Two X5’s in the same cell, it greatly increases their chance of escaping.”

“Otto, haven’t you learned anything, 452 is hurt, and 494 obviously cares a great deal for her well being, he will not try anything that would risk her safety,” White said sternly and then for good measure added, “ and secondly, you are not to question my orders, is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” Otto said and then returned to his post to monitor the situation in the infirmary.

~Infirmary~

Max was awakened by the slight whoosh of the doors opening, she tried to glance up to see who it was, but they were directly behind her and she gave up quickly. She realized that she was still a bit woozy from the meds they gave her or maybe the loss of blood, or the concussion….she couldn’t be sure. She felt the room begin to move and then realized that it was actually the bed moving…they were wheeling her away. Max strained against her restraints, and managed to unhook her left hand but the orderly quickly fastened her wrist back down.

“This is just great, of all days to forget my scissors,” Max said sarcastically as she began to drift back into the darkness. She was barely conscious but she could hear keys clanging on a chain and then a door being opened then the world tilted and she hit the ground hard. She could make out a bloodied-face figure in the corner, and then one of the orderlies unhooked the figure and it fell to the floor.

“Good night,” the orderly replied grimly as he slammed the door and Max heard the familiar click of a lock. She struggled into a sitting position and leaned against the wall, fighting away the darkness that was ebbing at the edges of her vision.

“Max?” a weak voice asked through the darkness. “Max, are you okay?” it was Alec, he slowly crawled over to where she was a groan escaping his throat. “Max I’m so sorry, I should’ve…”

“Alec? Oh my god, Alec,” concern dripping from her voice, “what did they do to you?” The two leaned against each other for support.

“I’m alright, Maxie, just a few bruises, maybe a broken bone or two, no big deal.” Alec said smoothly, “But are you okay, I didn’t know what happened after we were separated.”

“I’m fine…just a bit tired and dizzy,” Max said as she put her head on his shoulder, her eyelids drooping. He put his arm around her.

“You can rest now Max, I’m here, I won’t let them hurt you.” He said as he bit back the pain from broken ribs and tried to relax a bit. “Max?” Alec looked down and realized that she had drifted off to sleep.

“Get some rest, we need our strength for the days to come,” Alec said as he closed his eyes and stroked Max’s hair absently.