Max drove fast and furiously down the streets of Seattle. The wind blowing through her hair she made turn after turn avoiding sector checkpoints and had to swerve ever once and a while to avoid some distracted couple.
"Why couldn't this holiday have died with the pulse like all the other ones" she thought. "No one celebrates St. Patricks day anymore," she said bitterly into the wind. It wasn't that she hated Valentines Day. When she had a boyfriend they gave her the royal treatment. But this year was supposed to be different. Kendra, O.C., and her were supposed to spent the holiday boy less...well O.C. was always boy less. Mate less they were going to party all night. But oh no Mr. Multiples decided to plan a get away and Corsage or whatever her name is decided to be not so celibate. "This bites," she said outloud. Even Logan had ditched her for some family tradition. Not that she would have asked him to do anything on Valentines Day with her anyway.
She suddenly and purposefully found herself on Logan's street. She looked up at him apartment to see soft lights shining through the glass, it almost looked like it was from a flashlight. She zoomed in but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The light, however, was reflecting off of more than a window and it seemed to be flickering. She was about to stop to investigate when her pager suddenly went off. She looked down to see Logan's number on it. She held her breath for a second. What if whoever was in Logan's apartment had gotten a hold of her number and was trying to draw her there? The Reds might still be in town. This could be a trap. But that didn't explain the light. She stopped her bike at the next payphone and dialed Logan's cell.
"Hey," He answered.
"Hey what's up?"
"Are you doing anything right now?" He asked cautiously.
"Why?"
"I need a package picked up. But it can wait if you're busy."
"I'm out riding anyway." Max looked up at Logan's penthouse from the phone and to her surprise saw him wheel up to the window.
"It's at 1256 Gunson."
"Okay. So how's your aunt?" She asked.
"She's good." Max saw a grin on his face.
"What is he up to?" she asked herself.
"So if you can drop it at my place I'd be grateful. I'll assume you can get in alright."
"Yeah, no big dealio" Max said distractedly as she watched Logan back away from the window with the phone cradled against his shoulder.
"Thanks Max." She hung up at his last line, never liking goodbyes. She got back on her bike and started it up.
"So you want to play, let's play," she said kind of happily. Her life needed a little mystery every once and a while.
"Why couldn't this holiday have died with the pulse like all the other ones" she thought. "No one celebrates St. Patricks day anymore," she said bitterly into the wind. It wasn't that she hated Valentines Day. When she had a boyfriend they gave her the royal treatment. But this year was supposed to be different. Kendra, O.C., and her were supposed to spent the holiday boy less...well O.C. was always boy less. Mate less they were going to party all night. But oh no Mr. Multiples decided to plan a get away and Corsage or whatever her name is decided to be not so celibate. "This bites," she said outloud. Even Logan had ditched her for some family tradition. Not that she would have asked him to do anything on Valentines Day with her anyway.
She suddenly and purposefully found herself on Logan's street. She looked up at him apartment to see soft lights shining through the glass, it almost looked like it was from a flashlight. She zoomed in but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The light, however, was reflecting off of more than a window and it seemed to be flickering. She was about to stop to investigate when her pager suddenly went off. She looked down to see Logan's number on it. She held her breath for a second. What if whoever was in Logan's apartment had gotten a hold of her number and was trying to draw her there? The Reds might still be in town. This could be a trap. But that didn't explain the light. She stopped her bike at the next payphone and dialed Logan's cell.
"Hey," He answered.
"Hey what's up?"
"Are you doing anything right now?" He asked cautiously.
"Why?"
"I need a package picked up. But it can wait if you're busy."
"I'm out riding anyway." Max looked up at Logan's penthouse from the phone and to her surprise saw him wheel up to the window.
"It's at 1256 Gunson."
"Okay. So how's your aunt?" She asked.
"She's good." Max saw a grin on his face.
"What is he up to?" she asked herself.
"So if you can drop it at my place I'd be grateful. I'll assume you can get in alright."
"Yeah, no big dealio" Max said distractedly as she watched Logan back away from the window with the phone cradled against his shoulder.
"Thanks Max." She hung up at his last line, never liking goodbyes. She got back on her bike and started it up.
"So you want to play, let's play," she said kind of happily. Her life needed a little mystery every once and a while.