Springfield Missouri - All sorts of nine-miles distance high off discrete an local kruvitz (tighted assed) area. Limited allies provided an x-amount of coastal and solid ground granted in a mild public contaminated location - Alec states cause unlike New York's large ass crowds Springfield is redunant in forgotten cemented corners, it's a wise advantage for Division to utilized arcane (hidden) buildings. These apartments aren't available for an average curious wise-ass citizen who either will thrust themselves in the dead center of cross-fire or endanger a threat of exploitation against well you'd got the idea enough said. Milestones were wreckless scattered abundant against each-which direction possible. Rebellious or best said as maverick more of the idea stating the obvious micro rocks were detached therefore loner 'stones' stumbles weakened grunts underneath Alec's notorious readied-all battered beaten in leather masculine boot's rubber thick soles. Max prior disgraced-disappointed vast spill repeated in circulation rotation mode--as ifin hells bells a busted record boosted out in rockin' rythmns. --but Alec comprehended the actual underlined jacked-up concern due to legit obvious reasons of his immediate "leave of absence". 

Did he forget he had a team with Max? Not a damn second chance in hell.

 Did he forget the rest of their brothers and sisters in Seattle Washington [location of the Manticore transgenics aka Terminal City is.] -who yeah no doubt looked up an count on them? Again. Straight up? Hell no he hadn't forgot about responsibilites that also obide. A misunderstanding was definite in this whole ordeal--Alec's suffocated himself for a few months distant-discontent. Michael assigned Alec a specific task in terminating an evil son-of-a bitch masked under a spotted mole planted clues fixated on some random mojo inner dealings with a Reaper. Reaper? Ye'ah a reaper--it's not a coax Ames White has more then a damn share of hidden secrets stuffed up in a dark closet. Michael also insinutated haunted clouded questions contain answers that involve in the massacre of this weird might as well call it more of a hunt. It initiated the time David [Now Alec] migrated as Alec shallow flashbacks are as random as from the beginning but it increases more in the now. Unsettled blurr flashbacks status have intervene an unleashed seed and/or taunted truth.

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Biological standards we're aware his birth name is [David] but it doesn't matter though--he breathes, exists and walks as Alec similar to the effect as Max a trained Manticore transgenic assassin escapee. A heightened "dangerous" quoted transgenic - except for he rather it he's called genetically empowered "Freak Nation." Brainwashed-slated cut clean of zero acknowledge of that past life--or does it? A pausible evidence there is minimal chance he's retained a stead-control handle has been an attempted series of questions as of late speaking now before weeks in Alec stumble across Springfield Missouri. Second month kicked-in his recruit process inside a damn mundane crucial governed ordered system, freakiest crap crashed havoc in obssessed pursuit of an obvious predetermined attention-as ifin fate had it's foul hand with a partner that allured him into Manticore. Imagine a ordane priest looking idiot cloaked. SOB obtained ugliest set of yellow hues. Manticore's brainwash convience BOOM! Never did that freak visited him again--or did it? 

Far as he is concerned meanwhile Manticore did a damn bang-up job there's a mishap in their malicious underground methods that was over-looked. --it is impossible to brainwash our DNA [genes] subconscious gut instincts gushed a rush each time Alec's been tested with a random supernatural hunt that's been involved in defending his current kind [trangenics like Max], or just about anyone. Samuel Campbell claimed in blunt informed words that under a predistined route integrated into who he's become forgetting that he obtains other obligations past on through DNA genes aren't gonna remain in silence. Those constant visions? Is what the hell those were--another words if Max an himself are going to keep up their bargain of protecting their kind--they've also got to hunt evil sons of bitches too everyone is effected. Suttle weak manifesting rockin' noise ached reimburst attention. 

An assumed muscular auto-shape disguised under a pressured piece of motor hoggish rag tarped over. Winter is here again oh Lord, Haven't been home in a year or more. I hope she holds on a little longer, sent a letter on a long summer day Made of silver , not clay. Ooh, I've been runnin' down this dusty road. Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't know where I'll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'. I've been trying to make it home Got to make it before too long. Ooh, I can't take this very much longer, no I'm stranded in the sleet and rain. Don't think I'm ever gonna make it home again The mornin' sun is risin' It's kissing the day. Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't know where I'll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'....Journey's beats were abit off.  A spontaneous broken record unleashed with each increased volume tapped that gravitated Alec's stead-fast awokened curious demeanor. Slained expression wrinkled against his manly forehead while his ocean blue hues an unknown covered vehicle until he swiftly peels it with a vast motivated suspense rush. You know the feeling at the drawn second your adrenaline triggered to that anticipation mode and wait isn't an option. Music stauls more or less phased as if the appeal is satisfied of obtained success in producing an attentive statement after grabbing at Alec's attention.

 Re-introduced zooming in on those notorious vigorous manly rubber soles degraded distilled pavement isolated underneath a mega-hot sweet set of firestone wheels, so the hood could use some reinstalled repairs but man her engine will purr after he gets his hands under it. Identical zest for thirst in life a solid black Impala -don't get your panties in knots. It isn't the same but she'd pass for a twin. "Max..." Alec's full-toned notorious voice semi-echoed at initiated claim of Max's full attention adjusted towards his direction, just about a adjacent cock-eyed vacant right in about ten inches across of the two enlarge towered apartment buildings on the opposite side. " There isn't a whole lot for you to go on. What I am getting at as far as a referrence to you're trust in me after nothing spoken in months about the time after I had left. Hell...I can't even dig enough reasons not to blame you. It is important you understand that it wasn't me having zero interest in our team. Matter of fact to be open about it---it was more of an aim to protect everyone else around me until I figured out this none-stop burden that's been consistent inside my head for the past year.

 There is this man Samuel Campbell, he claimed when making himself clear that this life during an after the whole Manticore scenario wasn't going to be the one thing important or set in a "pre-destined" route. Protect other transgenics that are like us Max we're going to have do our business to eliminate all the evil sons of bitches as we possibly can." continued but brief he discussed in progressed explainations. Alec strains a vivid scatter of his broad-dark manly hues as he'd articulate semi stimulated straches abruptly against his upper left jaw-line with the stub edge of his middle finger.Stimultaneous motioned shifts staked about over his broad muscular left shoulder where his ocean blue hues claims Max's---he reaches out for a claimed handle of her lower region of her slender female arm, bout an inch below the rim of her petite elbow he was clever an slick in stealing her attention. " Your question earlier? Whether or not I wanted to be out of reach of you? Yeah...don't think so. It wasn't what I wanted either Max...as long as we're on a out in the open kick here. I'll be up front about being attracted to you but never did I thought I was "good" enough." Alec exhaled sighs escaped in sync with a blunt confession outta both ends his broad nustrils and manly folds. And as far as he is concerned Max has been his woman-a semi motioning mischief trademark smirk reserves in the dent of his manly folds corners while he invited Max's enticeable curvacious woman figure into his masculine textured manly arms.