Max looks up an old acquaintance

Max’s eyes were bulged out of her skull, her mouth foaming with spit, her entire body convulsing violently. Two men lifted her up and placed her on a hospitable bed, then restrained her spasming body with straps.

“Easy” came a voice somewhere from Max’s left. An elderly man in a lab coat walked up to the bed. “Give the child a sedative to calm her down, it’s just faulty brain chemistry, the convulsions will cease in a moment.”

Max eyes came back into focus as her flashback to her childhood in the Manticore ficlity faded.

“Blunt” she said out loud.

He was one of the scientists that worked at Manticore on the X5’s. Last she heard he had left Manticore. He was now somewhere in Terminal City working as an underground sergeant doing work without a license. One thing she knew was that he specialized in the anatomy of X5 class transgenics, so he would be able to help her.

It took Max two days to track down Abraham Blunt.

Now she was riding her motorcycle down the eastside of Terminal City. She squeezed the breaks of her bike as she pulled up at a rail road slowly driving along the tracks. The train yard hadn’t been used since before the pulse, it was the perfect place to hide if you didn’t want to be found. There were plenty of homeless people living in the old train carts, or huddled together around some bonfires. Max rode to the far end of the tracks to some old offices then stopped her bike at the steps.

Some men looked at the sexy little brunette riding thru their turf, smiling to themselves. One of them, a muscular black guy with a Mohawk looked back at the rest of the crew, “Fancy that boys, pretty little thing like that just rolling up like she own the place.” He nodded at Max ushering the gang to follow his lead.

Max picked up the sound of the four guys approaching her from behind. She stepped off her bike and looked behind her removing her tinted shades, the glare of the sinking sun making her squint slightly.

“You boys know where I can find Prof. Abe Blunt?”

“Blunt? Never heard’a him” said the leader of the three guys.

“But you don’t gotta worry 'bout that sweetness, all you gotta worry ‘bout is ‘Big Jizzy B’ and his crew.”

“Shit” Max muttered under her breathe, she really didn’t need this right now.

“Look, you boy sure you wanna ride this bus?”

The four men chuckled mockingly. “Sweetness, you sure got mouth. And pretty nice lips too, why don’t you come give daddy a kiss on his head” said Jizzy with his hand squeezing his crotch thru his jean.