Jondy walked out the exit after her shift was over, her phone to her ear. She was checking her voicemail - Max had left her a message during her shift and she was trying to hear it over the "closing time" music - when she spotted a familiar looking motorcycle out of the corner of her eye.
Closing her phone, she ran up and around the staircase to Max and grinned. "Hey, speak of the devil. I was just listening to your message," she said, holding up her phone.
"Hey," Max grinned at her sister, then pulled a face at the thought of getting her barcode re-lasered off. She scooted forward slightly on the seat of her bike, "Climb on, little sista, let's get this bitch over with."
Jondy climbed on and held onto Max's waist, frowning a little. "Get what over with? I only heard the first part of your message...I'm not gonna like where this is going, am I?"
"I'm thinkin' probably not," Max glanced back over her shoulder, keeping her voice fairly low, "Turns out they're doin' random checks at sector points, so we gotta gotta make with the do-it-yourself tattoo removal."
Grimacing, she turned to face the road, and gunned the engine, heading in the direction of a cosmetic surgery clinic within the sector.
Jondy grimaced herself, hugging Max a little tighter. "Tell me there's a 'good news' part after the 'bad news'."
"Hmm, lemme think, you're less likely to get locked up like an animal?" Max ventured, trying to think of a good side to the situation, but not coming up with much.
She zipped along a series of a side streets, then pulled into an alleyway, cutting the engine, "It's in the building across the street. We really gotta get you some wheels, huh?"
"This is true," Jondy said, sighing and biting her lip. She'd been through the tattoo removal thing a few times before and knew that it had to happen here eventually, but that didn't mean she had to like doing it.
When Max mentioned getting her some wheels, though, she perked up. "That would not be a bad thing," she said, a smile growing across her face.
"Maybe we oughta see about that after we're done here," Dismounting from the Ninja smoothly, Max cast a quick smile at her sister then led the way out of the alley and across the street. Lights glowed in the clinic lobby, and an admissions nurse could be seen behind the counter, flirting with a uniformed rent-a-cop who leaned against it.
"This way," Max murmured, slipping around the side of the building, and pointing upwards before grasping a drainpipe, and climbing the four stories to the roof. There was a rooftop garden with benches and an abundance of potted plants, clearly a place designed for staff and patients to get a breath of fresh air, elegant sand filled urns catering to those who preferred a puff of smoke.
The door to the stairwell was unguarded, but Max was cautious as she led the way down a couple of flights of stairs and eased open the door, peering up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear before heading toward the room that she knew from past experience contained the equipment they required.
Pausing by the door, Max produced a slender wallet of lock-picks from her vest pocket and went to work on the lock. She managed to get the door open just as the elevator at the end of the hall announced its arrival with a quiet chime. Ushering Jondy into the room, Max eased the door closed behind them, letting out a breath as the footsteps passed the door without faltering.
Close call. Max signaled to Jondy with a slight smirk, then, expression becoming sympathetic, nodded toward the medical table which dominated the room, indicating that her sister should climb up onto it.
Jondy nodded, following Max the whole way silently. She smirked back at her big sister, then grimaced when Max gestured for her to climb onto the table.
Taking a deep breath, she climbed it easily and lay flat on her stomach, reaching to move her hair off of the back of her neck so Max could get to work and the whole painful thing could be over with.
Picking up the laser, Max flicked a few switches and turned a knob, adjusting the beam strength.
"'k Sis, try to hold still okay?" Max whispered to Jondy, giving her shoulder a brief squeeze. She went to work on the barcode, meticulously removing each dark bar with sure, even strokes.
"So what kinda wheels would you want?" she asked quietly, trying to distract Jondy from the painful procedure, "Bike? Car?"
Jondy gritted her teeth as Max went to work, gripping the sides of the table tightly and trying her hardest to keep from thinking about the pain.
She considered Max's question briefly. "To be honest, I really like the idea of a bike. Don't know if you noticed at the time, but I was really excited to take it to save Pulse."
"And here I was thinkin' you were just glad to be getting away from me for a few hours," Max remarked with a smirk.
She started running the beam of light over the lines a second time. Even with the intensity and pulse-rate of the laser beam increased to a level which would be unbearable for normal people, it would take a few passes to get rid of the genetically encoded identification mark.
"Bikes are more versatile too - can take 'em places cars just can't go, which is real useful when you got people on your tail, lemme tell ya. And, you can keep it inside," She began the third meticulous sweep, "Plus, I happen to know a place with a good selection to choose from."
Setting the Laser-pen in its holder, Max rummaged in a drawer, finding a small tube of soothing gel, which she applied to the barcode-less but inflamed skin on the back of Jondy's neck, "All done, you can consider yourself a clean-skin. For a while at least."
Jondy winced as Max applied the gel to the back of her neck, then slowly sat up, gingerly moving her hair back to cover it. "Thanks."
She turned around and hopped off the table, grinning at Max. "Now let's go get me a bike!"
"Nothin' I'd like more," Max smiled wryly, then turned, lifting her hair so Jondy could see the back of her neck, showing her barcode, "But I need a touch-up first."
Climbing up onto the table she lay face down on it, curling one arm beneath her throat supportively, the other hand moving to the edge of the table.
Jondy sighed, then took the pen out from it's holder and went to work with on her big sister's barcode.
"So what kind of bike do you think would be good for me? And how'd you decide on yours?"