I'm not cruel!
Much 
I imagine there will be one more update after this, wrapping everything up and answering that all-important question: just
where was Rachel

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Max sighed. “She
is my girlfriend, I’d --”
“No,” Kat said, instantly cutting him off. “She’s Josh’s girlfriend. You--” Kat pointed at him “--are Max Steel. Two completely different people, at least to those outside the know. You’re pretty shitty at keeping your two identities separate.”
Max said nothing in reply, instead deciding that sitting and silently fuming was a better use of his time. With no more distractions, Kat had taken to scanning the area in case of the minute chance their target would appear in an open, unguarded space.
“Woman to your left looking lost,” Kat commented, dragging Max out of his daydream. A quick look over -- including nano-enhanced zoom -- didn’t seem to show any resemblance to the woman in the video.
“I’m not seeing it,” Max said, earning himself a shrug from Kat. “Never said I wasn’t going to keep an eye on her.”
“Huh, you do learn. Rachel’s got you at least slightly trained then.”
For the second time in five minutes, Max opted not to answer.
A few minutes later the woman got a relieved look on her face and was soon swept up in a hug by a random male. After exchanging a few words the pair walked off and Max broke his gaze, satisfied that they were of no importance.
“Seen anyone else?” Max asked, receiving a shake of the head from Kat. “Are we certain that they were going to attack today.”
“They did state it would be today; video could be a hoax, but I’d rather wait and know it’s a hoax than leave and put someone in danger.” Kat gave Max a side-eye.
“I never said I was going to give up; I’m just complaining about sitting here and doing nothing.”
“Get used to it, Steel. Being an agent isn’t all fast cars and explosions.”
“Yeah, well, then TV and movies lied to me.”
Kat snorted, a smile quickly appearing on her face before she managed to suppress it, and continued her scan of the crowds.
A sudden yelp of surprise drew both Kat and Max’s attention; cautiously getting up from where they had been sitting they approached the origin of the sound, only to be blocked out by a crowd of curious people, all surrounding the two people Max had seen earlier.
“What’s the problem?” Max muttered to himself, not expecting an answer from anyone.
“Some…weird grey stuff on one of the buildings. No idea what it is but it can’t be good, can it?” one person to the right of Max said, and Max sighed.
“
Sounds like the warning was right,” Berto said, his voice accompanied by a rapid typing of keys. “
I’m calling for back-up.”
Times like this I wish INTEC was officially recognized, he thought. “Any ideas, Kat?” Max asked, turning to the left to look at Kat.
Slight problem: she was gone.
Cursing silently to himself, Max scanned the other people in the crowd without success. He knew Kat wouldn’t back away from anything, so...
...she was approaching the grey goo-covered building.
“God damn it, Kat,” Max muttered, starting to push his way through the crowds, a chorus of “hey”s and “watch it”s accompanied by apologies from Max.
“Kat, slow down!” Max called out, but Kat didn’t even hesitate, continuing her steady walk towards the building.
“Kat!” Max broke in to a trot, catching up with Kat and grabbing her elbow. “We don’t even know what that is. For all we know --”
“It’s six o’clock, and it’s potentially dangerous. That’s all I need to know.” Kat wrenched her elbow from Max’s grip and continued walking. “Does base know?”
“Base should know,” Max said, tilting his head slightly to wait for a reply from Berto.
“
Hugins and Tavloridez have been cleared and should be on their way now.”
“Hugins and Tavloridez should be on their way,” Max replied, and Kat snorted in annoyance. “Problems?”
“Hugins is, to take a phrase from him, a massive git. Think Rachel, only more annoying and much,
much less useful.”
Max didn’t reply, knowing that half of Kat’s issues with other agents were self-inflicted, and he really didn’t want Kat bitching at him for the rest of the mission. “And Tavloridez?”
“Blonde bimbo. I do not know how she passed the training.”
“Somehow.”
“Somehow I do not want to know.”
During their discussion Max and Kat had gotten close enough to the building to see that, instead of being a solid coating, the grey matter covering the building was, in fact, multiple small items, all moving and growing and multiplying and...
...living.
Max looked down towards the ground to see that the grey matter was no longer contained to the building; it was now covering the ground in front of the building and slowly, ever so slowly, beginning to creep towards Max.
“Berto? We’re going to need a lot more help.”
Max took a quick step back, keeping his eyes on the matter all the time. It seemed to sense Max’s movements, turning away from Kat and towards him, gradually picking up speed.
“Looks like it likes you, Steel.”
“Just what I always wanted. A goo pet.” Max took a couple of more cautious steps back, planting his feet softly on the ground. The matter followed him still, albeit in a much more cautious manner, wavering in its path as opposed to heading in a straight line.
Curious, Max lifted a foot and slammed it back down, cracking the concrete as he did so. The matter stopped wavering and instead began to head directly for Max again.
“Well, now we know how it tracks,” Max stated, looking over at Kat. “Get back towards the civilians, make sure they’re out of harm’s way.”
“Oh, and let you claim all the credit for containing this thing? I don’t think so.”
“How fast can you run? ‘Cause I imagine this would move pretty fast once it’s found a target.”
“I can run fast.”
“Nanotech fast?” Max sniped back, and Kat frowned. Without another word she slipped back to the gathered crowd, taking command and issuing orders.
Max only hoped that the people would have enough sense to listen to her.
Max tapped a button on his bio-link, feeling the warm rush that transphasic energy offered him. While he wasn’t certain he’d need the extra energy (the matter did seem to be moving reasonably slowly), he’d rather have it ready to use at a moment’s notice.
And besides, it wasn’t like he was going to run out of energy any time soon.
Max backed up from where the matter was, being careful to send vibrations through the ground when he moved, but also cautious enough that he wouldn’t damage the concrete (again).
The matter certainly seemed to be following his movements, initially approaching faster the further away he was but slowing down as it got further and further away from the building. Keeping one eye on the civilians Kat was still trying to command, Max circled around so that he was heading deeper in to the cluster of high-rise buildings...and further away from anyone else.
“Berto, what’s Hugins and Tavloridez’s status?”
“
Still ten minutes away. You’re on your own for this one.”
“Any ideas?”
“
Other than what you’re already doing? Sorry, hermano.”
“Great,” Max muttered, turning his back on the matter and jogging to the nearest building. A glance over his shoulder told him that the matter was still following him...although the creaking sound he could now hear was not in any way a good sign.
Stopping abruptly, Max spun around on his toes, carefully took a couple of quiet steps to the left, and looked back the way he came. The first building he and kat had seen, the one covered in the matter, was beginning to sway and creak.
As Max watched, one of the panes of glass on the higher floor -- something which hadn’t been covered by the fungus -- was popped out of its frame, falling to the ground and shattering in to hundreds of shards.
“
That’s not good.”
“Master of understatement. Tell Kat to get everyone back further; I’m going to try something.”
“
Try what?”
“Follow the leader,” Max said, and took off running.
While it looked like he’d made the plan up on the fly, he hadn’t. Well, he hadn’t made up ten percent of it on the fly -- he had considered the fact that the matter was following him in to consideration; that the matter only moved from the ‘head’; and he had also considered that the matter was only moving on surfaces. If he was able to draw the matter in to some place where it couldn’t move -- the air, for example -- he should have it contained.
He hoped.
The building behind him had begun to creak even more ominously, more panes of glass popping out of frames and shattering on the ground, but Max took no notice of it. Instead, he scanned the nearby buildings looking for one to suit his purpose, and had almost run out of buildings by the time he had spotted one.
Glass doors, wooden reception, exit door on the roof.
Max was certainly glad he’d activated his transphasic energy early.
A quick glance behind showed that the matter was still following him, keeping pace with his running and showing no signs of slowing down...or speeding up. If it had any signs of a visible brain, Max would have said it was playing with him.
The glass doors swung open as Max approached them and he hesitated, waiting for the matter to catch up to him. The first wave reached him before the doors closed, leaving the rest of the matter to wander aimlessly around the glass doors before it came to a halt.
On wood, the matter sped up slightly, and Max put in a small burst of speed. He glanced around, trying to find the staircase, and only found an emergency set. Bracing himself for the alarm he knew would go off, he slammed his shoulder against the fire door, looked around for the stairs, and ran to the right.
The stairs were metal, and the matter was moving even faster now, almost clipping Max’s heels as he ran. His bio-link beeped twice, an indicator that he was half-full on energy, and he pushed himself to run just that bit faster.
Hit the landing. Turn to the right. Up the next flight of stairs. Hit the landing. Turn to the right. Up the next flight of stairs.
Even with the transphasic energy, running up the stairs was rapidly becoming difficult; he was fighting both early signs of exhaustion (four beeps, thirty percent energy, where had it all gone) and gravity wanting to pull him back to the planet’s surface.
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