Infronics

PREVIOUSLY ON DARK ANGEL Command Center, Terminal City There was a sudden commotion as several transgenics pushed past, carrying pieces of equipment. Caught off balance, Max stumbled sideways. Her reflexes kicked in and she reached out to catch herself, coming down briefly on a hand where it rested next to Logan�s laptop. �Sorry,� she muttered…

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Oxford Avenue, Terminal City � Wednesday, November 3, afternoon Max kicked up a small pile of leaves as she stepped into one of the small green areas of Terminal City.� About a block long and a hundred yards wide, it held a few large trees that had survived the poison of the chemical spill twelve…

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Seattle –  near Terminal City In the dim light of the predawn, four men wearing bomber jackets emblazoned with �Portland Freedom Fighters� stalked the alleys near Terminal City. They had the carriage of high school football stars: clean-cut, athletic, confident. They were young enough that their glory days were not far behind them, so they…

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Seattle Street Krit and Syl, accompanied by another young man and woman, walked down a crowded side street in a run-down neighborhood, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Krit pointed to a sign that read Chin Wo. �That�s got to be it, Syl. China Wok. It�s just missing a couple of letters,� he said,…

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Original Cindy and Max’s Apartment, Sector 5, Seattle – November 12, 10:00 pm Max stood at the door, her hand raised. She didn’t want to startle Original Cindy, but it was her home. She was home. As she continued to mull over her options, the door swung open. “Damn, girl, I wondered how long it…

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City Hall, Seattle � October 1st, 9:00 AM �Commander Clemente, sir,� the pretty, young secretary announced, opening the door to the Mayor�s office. The Mayor swiveled his chair to face Clemente, and gestured to him to take a seat. Unlike the furniture in the outer offices, the polished wood of the desk glowed softly, and…

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