Monday P.2

[parttimewriter]

Sunshines Apartment, Terminal City
Monday
0630

Alec looked around the room, he had to admit that the group that gathered about Sunshine and Dean was impressive, all it would take was a well placed bomb and all the powerhouses for TC would be dust, pushing those thoughts away he turned back to Dean who looked almost peaceful. It was too bad that it wouldn't last, Alec knew first hand what Manticore was like and whatever they had done to Dean they clearly didn't want any questions asked.

Alec had yet to admit it out loud but the older man was interesting, Alec could see a lot of similarity between them and it wasn't just the normal old ones that everyone saw, he hadn't spend a lot of time with the man but enough to get that he was 'always alright' just like Alec was but he would still need a hand after the shit hit the fan. It was the sound of Sam's phone going off that broke the utter silence in the room.

“Bobby?”Sam asked softly, giving the group a frown he pointed to the door, Alec nodded as he and Jason took stand just inside as Sam stood outside.

“It says what?” Alec had to admit that hearing one side of the conversation was just a pain in the ass but he was trying to give the younger brother some privacy.

“Figures, and no he's kinda busy at the moment.” Alec had no problems hearing what came next, he was pretty sure that every transgenic in a hundred foot range heard the angry screaming that came back across the line.

“No, he's safe Bobby, I'm watching over him and you know Dean you can't tell him no.” The conversation went back to a normal level, a few more moments and Sam was closing the phone before joining the group once more, Alec and Jason sinking back into their seats as Sam reclaimed his own before speaking up.

“Bobby is sending up the translation. He also found a little bit more.” Everyone in the room had questions but Sam was focused on his brother again and it was clear that it was pointless to try and talk to him at the moment. 

Dean's Mind
Monday
0631

When Dean woke up everything felt different, for one he didn't feel drugged, his arms were free of the restrains and laying over a blanket that hadn't been there before. He slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the bright lights, he blinked a few times before the room seemed to come into focus.  Monitors beeped around him, a guard and nurse also in the room with him. The nurse making her way over to him having been speaking into a phone.

"Mr. Winchester? How are you feeling?"

"Who are you? Where am I?" He demanded, his mind a little foggy on just what was going on, all he knew was that he didn't feel so much like a prisoner any longer.

"I'm Nurse Redden, you are in recovery at Manticore. Doctor Sandeman will be along in a minute, it seems like your arm is healing nicely." She commented with a smile as she moved around his bed, marking down a few of the monitor readings on a chart.

"My arm," he said looking down at what had been a bloody bandaged mess the last time he looked, now was clear skinned and looked untouched. "What the fuck." He said as he lifted his arm up, there was no pain and he felt his eyes widening in shock.

"Doctor Sandeman is the best in his field, we are just glad that you took so well to the treatment."

"Treatment, what treatment!" Dean demanded remembering having agreed to fix his arm but he had thought the crazy old loon had meant a surgery or something like that. The nurse seemed to pause at this and looked up from the clipboard.

"Doctor Sandeman will be along in a moment, he will explain it all I promise." With that the nurse put the chart away and left Dean alone in the room with the single guard, who was paying as little attention to the teenager as possible. It was a matter of minutes before Sandeman joined them again, dismissing the solider he moved over to Dean's bedside and took the chart to read over it.

"How are you feeling Dean?"

"Pissed."

"It does seem to be your default setting," the other man remarked calmly and Dean growled at him wondering if he could snap his neck before someone shot him.

"What the fuck did you do to me! That nurse mentioned a treatment, you said you were going to fix my arm, not fuck with me."

"I promised to fix you Dean, and that is what I did. I am sorry I had to miss lead you, but if you knew the whole deal you would have never agreed to it and I needed a willing test subject."

"I'm not one of your fucking test tube children!"

"Of course you aren't, now please settle down Dean. I need to ask you some questions."

"Oh go fuck yourself."

"Please Dean, this will be much easier if you just cooperate."

"I'm sick of cooperating."

"I am just trying to make these easy on you."

"Yeah, for some reason I don't believe that." The older man sighed and Dean was really getting sick of that sound.

"I would prefer to not have to restrain you again, will you answer my questions or do we have to take matters to the next step?"

"Clearly the next step because I'm not answering any of your questions." The man looked saddened at this and for a split second Dean wished he could take it all back but his father had raised him to be bullheaded, at least when it came to certain things and his survival was one of them.

"I am really sorry to hear that Dean, but if you are unwilling to cooperate then matters are no longer going to be in my hands."

"What does that mean?" He asked as the doctor put the chart down again, one more sad look to Dean before he was leaving the teen alone in the room again. "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN!" He screamed at the now silent doorway,  he growled his frustration. Waiting a whole thirty seconds before he started to pull leads off his chest he wasn't surprised when two guards came rushing back into the room.

It took both of their strength to man handle Dean down onto the bed, one of the men holding him in place as best as they could while the other put the restraints back into place. Dean screaming at them the entire time, once his upper body was secured a different nurse from before came in, this time a male who was holding a needle which sat Dean off again, his legs kicking out at them, the guards strapping his lower body down before the nurse could move over to him. Dean felt rather then saw the needle go into his arm, his body relaxing minutes later as whatever drug they gave him hit his bloodstream.

"Let Lydecker know that the test subject is ready for him." The nurse said, Dean having to hold his eyes open but refusing to fall asleep again. "Its a shame really, Sandeman had such high hopes for this one. He probably won't survive Lydecker."

"Fuck you all," Dean muttered his eyes unwilling to focus as the guards moved off and the nurse moved over to Dean, he felt the man pulling his eyelids open and a penlight flashed into his eyes, turning his head away from the light he groaned. "-ck off." He muttered twisting as far away as possible.

"At least it should be interesting this time, seems like the treatment is finally taking." The nurse stated, Dean still fighting off the desire to sleep but in the end lost as he heard the door opening again.

Franklin's Hotel, Seattle 
Monday
0635

Andy looked over to the still pacing Isaac, she knew that it was pointless to tell him to stop, he really didn't realize he was doing anything. It was just the way his mind worked and as she set up the equipment for the calls they had to make she replied everything that had happened over the past half a day.  Coming back to HQ to find Smith gone and this Ames White in his place, well she didn't like it. Something about that guy gave her the creeps and she had informed Smith of this fact as soon as she had found him. It was almost a relief that he had felt the same way, which is what brought them both to this lovely hotel.

Putting the finish touches on the lines she stood up and walked past Isaac into the kitchen, putting on coffee she moved back out to Isaac, a hand coming to his arm and stopping him mid pace. He looked down at her and she smiled softly, nodding over to the computer before turning and heading back into the kitchen to watch the coffee. She heard as Isaac took his seat and placed a few standard calls, checking in and reports. Nothing really out of place and both of them knew just what he was putting off.

They had managed to get a few contact numbers for the transgenic, just no promises if they would work. It wasn't the call that was the problem, it was the answers they could get. The fact that they were going against orders, well that seemed to be the norm for them. They had been making their own rules since special ops.  The coffee finished and Andy sat about getting two cups for them, both perfect after years of practice before taking them back into the living room if that was what it could be called, she handed one to Isaac before taking a seat beside him.

“So are we gonna do this?” She asked looking over him as she took a sip of her drink and smiled softly at him letting him know he had her support no matter what.

“We've gone this far, one phone call won't hurt anyone.” Was his simple reply and Andy grinned remembering the last time he had a comment similar to that one.

“Curse us why don't ya.” She muttered taking the numbers from him, she flipped them over between her fingers, taking a long drink from her cup she sat it aside then pulled the computer closer and typing in the first number. “Here goes nothing, curse or not.” 

Dean's mind
Monday
0635

When Dean woke this time it was unlike the others before, he knew he was still being restrained but the smell. It was the smell that gave it away there was no way that this was the infirmary. Opening his eyes slowly to hold back any bright lights or surprises he opened his eyes to what looked like a basement cell. This was something he was a little more familiar with, looking down his body he realized that the cloth restraints had been replaced with metal but if he forced it he was still able to push against them. His tests were broken as someone came into the room, his attention snapping to them.

The man was about his father's height and had the stance and air about him of the military. Probably special forces if not something else, Dean licked his lips wondering just what had happened to the doctor, he hadn't seemed to heartbroken that his little pet was being passed off. "So what are you the big bad?" He taunted hoping to see how easy it was to get a rise out of the man. He was surprised when there was no reaction and he just sighed softly and shook his head.

The man went about cleaning up the room if that was even possible, the place was a mess and Dean refused to think about what could have left it just so dirty. The door opened again but whoever came into the room was blocked by the brick of a man who had turned to face Dean finally and Dean looked back at them. Eye contact met and held, Dean had looked into scarier things then the man in front of him. The silence seemed to stretch on before the man finally spoke.

"My name is Colonel Lydecker, you will address me as Sir."

"Like hell I will, how about pansy." Dean retorted without a thought he was sick of being chained down, he was sick of not knowing what was happening or how his family was. The open handed slap he received was well worth it.

"Sandeman said you would be a hand full. I suppose we will have to start at the top." The man stepped in closer, his far hand reaching for something that because of the straps Dean was unable to see and before he knew it he was waving some type of tool under his nose. "When you disobey I will hold this to your body for three seconds, each time it will be longer."

"Fuck you dick-breath." The tazer hitting his skin was more like a tickle, Dean knew just what a tazer could do and this one was set on a low grade, the bastard would have to do a lot better before Dean started to sing for him. At least this was better then rotting away in a cell. He forced a laugh out when the tazer was removed. "That the best you got?"

Dean wasn't really sure how long this went on for, the man would demand respect and Dean would give him anything but, hours went by before it would just stop both people leaving, still unable to figure out who the other person was, only to have the entire thing repeat a few hours later. The only thing that finally had Dean saying Sir was the fact that he was dying of thirst and hunger, not to mention he was pretty sure he had bed sores even without the bed.

The memories from then seem to get a little foggy, or at least pass quicker. Sandeman and Lydecker watching as he runs the tests they wanted from the start. Working out with creatures he knew thanks to his current location as trans-human. Medical tests, a number of different samples taken from him but always blood. Everyday like they were checking for something, but then there were also the injections. Most of them were fine, but there was the odd one that would burn. Dean was always put in the basement after an injection, his blood would feel like it was on fire and he couldn't stop the screams from tearing out of his throat.

Cries for his Father and Sammy, always unanswered as he screamed his throat raw, but he never stopped screaming whimpering when screaming was impossible. New smells, sounds he had never heard before, he could swear at times the air even tasted. These were side effects that didn't have anything to do with the injections, whatever they had done to him was changing him, making him into a monster and he knew why his family didn't come for him.

"Wha-wha-what do you want with me?" he gasped out what he had to assume was a week after the surgery and the change. He was back in the infirmary and knew just what was coming next, another injection and he couldn't take another one. There was nothing left to scream for. There wasn't a reply, there never was and he groaned his displeasure, flopping his head back as the tech slid the needle in starting it all over again, but this time, this time was different. Instead of pain only pleasure floated over him and he blinked slowly looking up as the door opened.

Sandeman stood in the door way and Dean tipped his head to the side looking him over, he looked a little different, like he didn't belong here. Like he always did he grabbed a chair and pulled it over to Dean's bed., making sure they were eye level before talking. Dean hated that someone else had so much control but at the moment the sensation of swimming in his own body was too distracting to comment.

"You have done well Dean, you are going home soon, but first I have to tell you something." Dean just turned his head to look at the older man, the words he could voice shinning brightly in his eyes and the older man just chuckled and clasped a hand on his shoulder like they were good friends. "Let me tell you a tale." Dean had been expecting a lot of things but a history story about a crazy demon worshipping cult hadn't been one of them, the fact that his blood was the only thing that could stop them. Well Dean wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

Sunshines Apartment, Terminal City
Monday
0640

Dean woke with a start, a few of the others gathered around jumping in shock as he sat up-right. Sunshine dropped her hands from his temples,. Dean still looked a little out of it, shaking his head as if trying to get his thoughts in order, Sam slowly took a step forward. Years of growing up around Dean had taught him to stay out of arms reach, at least until he was fully aware of where and what he was doing.

“Dean?” he called a little unsure, after his memory was gained he hadn't been like this. “Are you okay?”

“A lot of darkness, give him a moment.”Sunshine said as she smoothly climbed to her feet, touching a few fingers to his temple before turning back to the others. “He should sleep but he won't. When he is aware you will leave.” Then without another word she vanished into one of the side rooms leaving the group to watch Dean. Sam gave his brother a concerned look before moving over and claiming the seat that Sunshine had left and watching his brother.

It was a few minutes before Dean seemed to come back to himself, blinking he looked across to Sam then scrambled to his feet, looking around at the others gathered. He remembered, the pain, the fear, everything that Manticore had done to him, things they would have done to these people for years. He felt sick to his stomach but at least now he knew.

“Dean?” Sam asked again and he looked back at his brother.

“I'm fine Sam, lets go we have work to do,” he said without looking at anyone else he pushed up and was out the door before anyone else clued in. A few seconds later the rest of the group was following Dean who was setting a quick pace, like he was trying to get away from the memories he had just found.

They walked silently as they headed out of the X0 controlled area, once they were back into the main part of Terminal City both Jason and Jamie seemed to disappear from site which only left the brothers and Max and Alec. The four of them headed back towards Terminal City, the early hour leaving only a few people going about. Dean was in his own world and refused to talk to anyone, the other three having small conversations as they moved towards command. They had found a stock pile of salt and the guards were already laying it around the perimeter.

Buildings were also being lined, just the doors for the moment wanting to make sure that protection was given on a massive scale before going in on a more personal scale. Sam was impressed with the speed that the group had managed to get what they had needed, he shouldn't be after all but at the same time the young adults were impressive. He just hoped that his brother would get back to his talkative self, like staying out of arm length Sam had also learnt that when Dean was silent, that was when you should worry.

Military HQ, Outside Terminal City
Monday
0700

White hung up the phone as the squad leader came into the small trailer, Ames couldn't wait for this attack to take place it would at least be able to get him out of this horrible town quicker. The fact that their god herself had come to take care of the problem, well it would at least free him up to take out 452, the bitch had what was coming, it was well over due.

“We will attack the transgenics at five minutes past ten. No sooner no later, perfection is required, we will be having a very special guest.”

“I will make sure that the others know.”

“Good, once you have let them know I want you to get as much intel as possible, I want to know where 452 and 494 are before the attack.”

“Of course sir.” The man paused waiting for further instruction before White just waved him on his way and turned back to the computer screen in front of him. His press release was still going strong, even the larger cities outside of Seattle had picked it up and was running with it. He grinned, everything was going as planned. In less then three hours the only threat to the familiars left on this planet would be over and they could get back down to business. Today was going to be a good day.

Franklin's Hotel, Seattle
Monday
0700

Isaac was sick of the run around, all the numbers they had managed to get their hands on had been either disconnected or useless. Andy was on the phone trying some of her less legal contacts, they were hoping that one of them would be able to find a good number, but as the contacts shorten the hope started to shrink. Isaac knew the moment when she had reached the end of her list as the phone she had been talking on found itself implanted in the wall.

“No luck then?” Isaac asked with a soft chuckle and Andy shot him a glare, “I know, I know,” he said not wanting her wraith turned on him. Just as Andy opened her mouth to comment there was a knock on the door. At the sound both of them pulled out their weapons, pointing them at the door. Nodding once Andy went to the right, allowing Isaac to open the door while she kept her sights on the door, weapon at the ready. Isaac held up three fingers, slowly counting down on his hand before opening the door.

The small man from just the day before was at the door, Andy's eyes narrowed but the gun stayed pointed at his head. “What do you want?” She demanded as Isaac opened the door, waving for her to stand down, frowning as she did so Isaac took over.

“Did White send you?”

“No, I actually-um-do you think I could come in?”

“Depends on why you are here.” Isaac said as Andy moved back into the room, clearing the paperwork and computers of anything that could be used against them.

“I'm here because I think you can help me. Also I'm here with information that you have been looking for.”

Isaac raised his eyebrow at this before stepping aside and letting the other man into the room, at the very least he would take some of the tension out of the room that had been growing since the first failed attempted at contact.

“Thank you,” the young twitchy man said as he looked over his shoulder before moving into the room, standing in the middle of the living area. Isaac scanned the street before closing the door, nothing seemed out of the ordinary but it never hurt to double check.

“So, what's this information?”

“First I want your protection, the military's.”

Andy and Isaac shared a look, Andy just reply with a shrug figuring that either way it didn't matter. “Tell us what you have and we will go from there.” Andy said as she took a seat, putting her gun on the table and crossing her legs. Isaac moved across the room and took a seat of his own across from her, they watched as the man paced slightly before finally speaking up.

“I've been working for White for a while now, things have been odd for a while but I think something more is going on. He seems to be taking commands from someone outside of the agency, I'm starting to worry about what could happen. Which is why I'm here with a number for the Transgenics, if White isn't willing to see what's in front of him then maybe its time that I change who I work for.”

Isaac looked over at Andy, knowing that she could read people much better then himself, waiting for her to give him any sign that something was amiss. When she waved him on Isaac finally let himself smile and turned to look at the young man. “If that number works then you have your protection.”

Command Centre, Terminal City
Monday
0700

Dix looked up from the fax machine, the revised translations coming in just as Max and the others came back. At least it saved him a trip of trying to locate everyone. He smiled at Dean as they walked closer, “hey guys just in ti-” He trailed off as Dean blew past him and the others gathered hiding straight past them to Alec's office. The door slamming behind him, Dix turned at the others as they came to a stop.

“Something I said?”

“No, he just came back from seeing Sunshine.” Max said shooting a concerned looks over at the now closed door, wincing as the anger didn't stop at the door. She looked over to Alec who only shrugged before turning back to Dix.

“Was thinking about re-decorating anyway. So Dix, what do you got for us?”

“The fax from Bobby came in,” the trans-human stated happy with something else to focus on. “It seems that Logan did get a few things wrong, the norm-” He looked at Sam, shooting him an apologetic look. “Sorry, Bobby also managed to decode some of the other symbols that Logan couldn't figure out.” He handed the paperwork over to Sam who had his hand out ready for it, he had been briefed a little about it, they weren't really sure who it was about but Sam had a feeling it was either himself or Dean.

“Looks like a badly written fortune cookie.” Alec said reading the paper from Sam's side.

“Yeah, most Minoan looks like that,” Sam said looking at Max, “well on the upside I don't think this is about you.”

“Then why was it showing up on my skin?”

“Pre-planning,” came the response from Dean as he reopened Alec's door, what they could see of the room behind him was a mess.

“What do you mean?” Max demanded and Alec chuckled softly knowing just how much Maxie hated being out of the loop.

“Sandeman, he had a plan.”

“And just what do you know about it?” Max asked, hand on her hip and glare in place. She knew that he had just got a lot put on his plate but at the same time she wasn't up for twenty questions with a half human.

“I know what it was, because he told me before Manticore let me go.” This left the room silent, even those transgenics and trans-humans in the background stopped what they were doing. Silence filled the room and Dean just smirked and opened his eyes wide, “meet the reason why the familiars want to kill you.”

“Dean what are you talking about?” Sam asked taking a step forward, worried for his brother.

“They used my blood to give the transgenics the cure to their big bad end game.” Sam went back to the files, reading them as quickly as possible as his brother continued to speak.  “Made sure they couldn't wipe out the planet, then send me home to learn about killing demons. Sandeman knew what was really happening with the familiars and knew that the 'god' they were worshipping was-”

“A demon.” Sam finished for his brother and everyone was staring at the two bothers.

“We have a lot of work to do.” Dean growled finally which prompted them all back to work, Dean moved over to join the small group that had gathered around Dix's desk. “We really need that paint Joshua promised us, we need to get some protection up and going.” He turned to Sam, “we should also call Bobby and see what he has on the demon.”

Unknown Location
Monday
0730

Lilith was laying silently, the shell of a body she was in laying dead as a rock on the bed she had taken. Her mind no longer confined by the shell as she let herself surf along the time-line, trying to sort out the best way to win the fight she was walking into. The only problem was the time-line, it was out of order, too many things were changing. New people joining the line, nothing was solid anymore, at least nothing that was suppose to happen.

Opening her eyes Lilith propped herself up and looked around the room, things were changing and nothing was set in stone anymore, she wondered if she should leave now for Terminal City but they didn't know her plan of attack, at least not yet. Pushing up from the bed she rolled her neck, enjoying the sound of the cracking before moving into the hall. It was silent and empty, having a 'God' around would do that.

Finding her way to the weak Wo'qan Cu'up she leaned in the doorway as the woman sat in the middle of her own downgraded room meditating, it wouldn't do much good since Lilith no longer needed an in-between.

“I need you to get your best two marksmen, I have two targets that need to be dealt with.”

“Of course, right away who am I sending them for?”

“Isaac Smith and Adrienne Mannor.”

Bobby's Auto Savalge, South Dakota
Monday
0730

Rubbing his eyes Bobby reached for his coffee mug, he had been woken at an un-godly hour. Dean needing help and he could never turn that boy down. Which is why he was on his seventh cup of coffee and still researching, the Winchester's always knew how to pick them, if it wasn't an unknown able demon then they were jumping feet first into trouble, this time they had landed smack dab in the middle of a show down that had been happening since the beginning of time.

Slamming the book he had been reading shut he pushed out of his chair and went to the kitchen to re-fill his mug before reclaiming his seat. Picking up a different book he started flipping through it trying to find reference to the demon that was mentioned in the writing that Dean had faxed to him. It was about mid-book that he finally found something, something he would have prefered to have left hidden.

“Oh you Ijdots.” He muttered, knowing just what demon they were dealing with now he moved over to gather a few other books trying to find the correct spell to send the demon back to the pit. Two books and the end of his cup of coffee brought a phone call, which he welcomed at the moment. Picking it up without looking at the ID he greeted them with his number business jingle.

“Bobby its me,” Dean's voice came across the line, and he wasn't shocked.

“You boys picked a good one.”

“Don't I always.”

“Figured it would have been you,” Bobby said with a snort before gathering his books up and flipping open to the marked pages. “This demon that this cult is working for, she's bad news.”

“Yeah, I know.” This gave Bobby pause and he turned his full attention to the young hunter on his phone.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember a few years ago when I disappeared.”

“Yeah, your father was worried sick, called everyone and anyone he could think of.”

“Yeah, seems like I took a little vacation thanks to Manticore, the man behind the plan knew just was happening, figured that he'd splice a little extra DNA into me, take some of mine to share with the world and you know have a good old time.”

“What are you talking about boy!”

“The demon is Lilith right?”

“Yes.” Bobby said now really getting freaked out and muttered  'christo' over the phone line. A chuckle was the only reply, not the phone dropping like Bobby had thought.

“I'm not possessed Bobby, just had a memory upgrade. I need to know if you have anything that can help us.”

“I found a few things, I can send them over to you.”

“We are waiting,” there was a long pause then a sigh and Bobby thought he heard Sam in the background. “Yeah also, if you could get the word out to the hunters, anyone that can help out. I'm pretty sure this will be coming to a point soon and we could use all the help we could get.”

“Yeah I'll see what I can do but Dean-hunters aren't sure where they all fall on the transgenic matter.”

“Yeah but they know how they feel about demons, tell them whatever you have to tell them to get them here. I'll deal with them after that.”

“Okay, I will Dean-and Dean.”

“Yeah Bobby,” he smiled softly remembering the young child that had once upon a time called him Uncle.

“Be careful.”

“Always.” Hanging up the phone Bobby rubbed his face before going to get another cup of coffee, he had some phone calls to make.

Command Centre, Terminal City
Monday
0735

Sam watched from the sidelines as Dean talked to Bobby, he wasn't sure of what to think of what they had found out. His brother, saviour of the world against a crazy cult and demon plan. The fact that Winchester DNA was in ever single person in this tiny city, well that was just overwhelming and now wasn't the time to think about it. What he really wanted was just a couple hours alone with his brother, but the entire city was in re-enforcement mode. Thanks to his father both of the Winchester  boys were moving right along with the city but still it wasn't what he wanted to be doing.

He heard a phone ringing on one of the far desks but let himself stay focused on the blue prints of the buildings that were now in use by the transgenics. It was a lot of ground to cover,  as a group they had managed to spread out yet they were still pretty cramped. Most spots they were clearing had was for almost normal everyday things that you just take for granted. Only about a quarter of the area was used for housing or high population.

“Uh Max, you got a phone call,” an unknown transgenic said from the phone that had been ringing earlier. Sam looked up at Max, she looked a little surprised that she was getting a call, Alec looked the same way, it was weird to see that look on his brothers face. It wasn't very often that he saw it, at least now a days.

“Who is it?” she asked as she moved over taking the phone from him, covering the mouth piece and both Alec and Sam followed her over. Sam taking a quick look over to his brother who was still chatting with Bobby.

“Says that they are with the military, claims to be General Smith from earlier today.” Sam watched as a small frown came onto Max's face and she nodded waving the trasngenic off before looking at Alec. “We should take this together and in private.”Alec nodded, “your office, mines a little bit of a disaster zone.” She nodded in agreement and Sam watched as they transfered the call and headed to Max's office closing the door behind them. His brother moving over to stand beside him.

“What's going on?”

“Phone call,” Sam asked his brother, Dean looking around and shrugging.

“Got all the access points figured out?”

“I think so, wanna take a look,” Sam asked moving back over the blueprints, Dean joining him this time.

“Yeah sure, I just hope that Josh will have enough paint.”

Franklin's Hotel, Seatle
Monday
0730

“It's ringing,” Andy announced, putting the now secure phone on speaker phone. Isaac moved over, perching on the arm of his second in command's chair. The phone rang a few more times before it was finally picked up.

“Ditch here, what's happening?”

“I'm looking for Max,” Smith said clearly his eyes on Otto who was on the other side of the room.

“And who are you?” Came a deadly reply, Isaac knew these weren't people to toy with. They had been trained from birth as soldiers, he respected that. He had gotten some files, missions and medical reports on some of the more important transgenics. They had all lead interesting lives, there was no doubt about that.

“I'm General Isaac Smith, some things have been happening on this side of the wire and I was hoping to compare notes with her.” He said knowing that the truth would be the best way to actually talk to her, or anyone of importance.

“Yeah, okay buddy. I'll get her for ya. Can't make any promises if she'll talk to ya.” The young man said before they were placed on hold.

“What do you think?” he asked Andy after putting their phone on mute.

“Seems, real enough. Find out in a second.” She said her eyes not leaving the phone waiting for someone to talk from the other end. It was a few minutes before the phone was taken off hold, Andy reaching out and un-muted the phone.

“You wanted to speak with me?” Came a female voice and Andy nodded, she had been the one talking to them from the start.

“If this is Max then yes, I'm General Isaac White, I have Major Mannor with me also. We were hoping we could speak with you.”

“Well I'm listening.”

“As you might now,” Isaac started knowing he would have to get right down to business. “Special Agent Ames White has taken control of the military, while normally that wouldn't push me towards treason. The fact that he is replacing good men, men I have know for years is why I am calling. The people he are calling in, I don't know who or where they are coming from. I want to know just what is going on out here.”

Silence rang over the phone lines for a good long moment before a male spoke up. “They are what we are calling Familiars. They are a breeding cult, if you can believe us. Been around a long time, planning some bad things but need to get rid of us first.”

“What prove to you have?”

“Other then blood tests and first hand combat with them. They can hold their own against us, that should speak levels to you.” The man promised them and Isaac felt his jaw twitch at that, he had seen some of the footage of transgenic fights and he knew that the man was correct.

There was a deep sigh from the female, named Max and Isaac had to guess that this was the man that had been with her the other day. The one that had been shot. He couldn't be shocked that he was up and about already. It would also make him 494 who Isaac had read up on. Just 21 and already a seasoned veteran.

“Believe us or not, its the truth and they are going to attack the city and kill us. We wanted peace, we just want to live our lifes.” Max said softly over the phone and Andy and Isaac shared a look, both of them could understand that.

“It is unlikely that we will be having another peace meeting while White is in command, what do you wish for us to do?” Andy asked speaking up and again there was silence from the other line.

“Fight with us when the time comes,” Max said slowly and softly, both Isaac and Andy pulled back a little from the phone. It was asking a lot but really if what they were saying is true.

“We will have to check a few things out. We will get back to you.” Andy said before reaching out and hanging the phone up.

“Looks like we have to do a little undercover work.” He said looking over to Otto before back to Andy, “lets head back to the military outpost, I want a blood sample.”

“Are you really going to believe that?” Andy asked looking sceptical at the very least.

“Can't hurt to check, after all our day job as of yesterday was keeping an eye on genetically empowered soldiers, who am I to question possibility.”

“You are so going to get me shoot again.”

“Oh come on, there isn't any fun if there is no risk.” He teased as Andy grumbled at him moving off into the hotel to get ready for the trip back over. He looked over to Otto wondering just what to do with the man, “I guess I promised you protection.” He said finally picking up his cell phone, he still had a number of trust worthy contacts, he'd leave the man with them for the time being. At least until it was all sorted out.