A lone female stood staring out upon the once great city, but she wasn't all that sad. No she came up here to think, and that was what was important. The thinking. In a world that was most likely hunting her, not that they had a reason to be, the fact that she was a experiment of course had nothing to do with it. they just wanted her for her charm and good looks. Right and tomorrow the United States would go back to being the great and perfect nation again. Finally the female who could be no more then 21 climbed down from what had once been the Space Needle in Seattle Washington. Had once been. It wasn't anymore. No the nuclear blast had taken care of that. As she climbed down a small gadget on her started going off. She sighed, but headed toward her motorcycle.
When she reached the building she climbed off and headed up the stairs to find Logan. Why at 2:00 in the morning he wanted to talk to her was beyond her. Maybe he finally had information on Zack, but somehow she doubted it.
"What do you have Logan that is so important?" the female asked as she walked into a room full of computers and with one person confined to a wheel chair watching the door intently.
"Glad you could make it Max," Logan answered the female, "I have another favor to ask."
"Wonderful, sense you managed to find Hannah I'll call that payment for the last one, but I want information on the others for this one," Max told Logan as she stood where she was glaring at him defiantly.
"I would have given it to you if I had it,"Logan explained patently, "But I didn't. So are you going to help or not?"
"What is it?" Max asked as she took one step closer. She wasn't going any closer then that. She was quite sure that she could notice all of Logan's wonderful looks if she wasn't fidgeting right next to him wondering what if.
"Well lets just say that we have more rich people to deal with that got there once more by making money of the death of other people. Innocent people I might add," Logan told her. This really wasn't anything new to her. In fact it was almost her life story, but she refrained for mentioning that.
"Who where, and how dead do you want them?" Max asked Logan. He gave information she took care of it. Logan had gotten his spine blown up. Max didn't think it had been that great a move, but hey he didn't seem to mind as long as Max was willing to help him out.
"See one of them was a doctor, he's not anymore. Got to rich decided to retire. One of the first 20 people to do so in this decade. Surprised you didn't see it in the paper." Logan told her. "Anyway, he gave people in critical condition the wrong treatment because the administrator said that it would put people out of their misery faster. The people died. They might have lived if it hadn't been done."
"So the doctor and the administrator?" Max asked, "Where?"
"You won't get in to see them by yourself," Logan told her, "You need someone who needs medical treatment."
"Actually I can see them on my own," Max muttered as she turned toward the door, "Thanks you might be doing my friends a favor on this one."
"And what if the doctor decided that they wouldn't mind being put out of their misery?" Logan asked as she walked toward the door, "Are you going to risk that?"
Sadly as much as Max liked to pretend that she didn't care about her friends as much as she did, it was pretty much a known fact by Logan that she did. She didn't like to see innocent people harmed, and her friends counted.
"Alright," Max said as she leaned against the wall, "I trust you have a plan?"
"I do in fact," Logan told her smiling, "You take me."
"I think your spin injury did something to your brain as well." Max deduced. "Because ever sense you just come up with the craziest of ideas."
"No, it makes sense. They'll see me as injured and you as well I haven't really thought of a cover for you yet, but they'll see me, and you'll come in with me, and then you do your thing and we've helped man kind out once more," Logan told her, "So what do you think?"
"I think it's crazy." Max told him. "Some people other then you have got to know something about this. Which means that they most likely have been attacked before, and therefore most likely got around armed. We all know what happens then."
"Hey, that wasn't really my fault." Logan defended, "It was just bad timing."
"Bad planning you mean," Max corrected, "The only way it would be convincing is if I went in there as your girlfriend, and who may I ask in their right mind would believe that?"
"Susan believed it," Logan pointed out, "How many people that have scene us talk ask afterward if we are dating?"
"To many," Max answered keeping herself away from his advancing chair, "but fine. You want to put your life at risk for a few dead people, I'll help you out."
"Good grab your stuff," Logan said as he moved toward the door, "We'll take my car."
"Just a minute," Max said as she stopped him by leaning down, "We're going now? I have work in an hour."
"Max, they are getting out of the country in about three hours. It's now or never," Logan told her.
"Fine, but you are going to owe me if I get fired," Max promised as she walked behind him to the door, "This would be so much easier if I could take my motorcycle."
"And you call me stupid," Logan muttered so that Max could hardly hear him.
"Hey I heard that," Max told him, "I'm a big girl Logan. Plus I know how to drive."
So began what would become Max's third mission for Logan, and she thought it was getting into what could quickly become a habit, one that her friends might start thanking Logan for. Somehow she had began to look forward to it already because something in them always challenged her. Maybe this time she'd be too challenged, but really she didn't think a doctor and his administrator would be that hard to deal with. Pulling off being Logan's girlfriend might be a little harder, because she'd be reminding herself that after all it's just a mission it's not real. Then again, Max thought I bet the army said the same thing when they created me. Why should we care she's just an experiment.
