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The deal was as done as done could be. Alec was now trapped. No, I can get out, I always do.

The man standing next to the ringleader turned to him and whispered some private words. It was obvious what it was regarding. Alec tuned into his superhuman hearing and began to eavesdrop. He caught the end…

"So one shot?"

"Aim for his heart"

"And this guy?" He flicked his head in Logan's direction.

Alec didn't hear the end; it got too quiet. They must have thought Logan could hear.

Alec knew what was coming and anticipated it; readying an escape plan, although, some things are inevitable…

Alec noticed the other man lift his arm holding a gun and moved, attempting to dodge it. Fate can do what it wants. He repeated his hopeful words. The gun sounded off, a loud bang and the shot fired. Alec lost his breath as he was hit, midair, in the leg.

As his body landed on the ground with a thud, a torrent of red liquid spouted from his leg. Logan jerked desperately to free himself from the large arms restraining him but it was no use. Logan groaned in frustration as he accepted his constrictions.

Alec couldn't feel a thing. After a jolt in his thigh, it all went blank. First his vision blurred, then his leg began to shake and eventually, the pain succumbed him into unconsciousness. Shouts from Logan were drowning in his ears as his eyes fluttered closed.

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"Are you certain?" a gruff voice questioned.

"Yes, positive," another man answered.

"Well then…"

"We will?"

"We will keep the transgenic…"

"And what about him?"

"Him…" the superior pondered. "We'll get Martin Kendall's team on him."

"In the meantime?"

"Let him go."

"Sir…" the shorter man found himself confused. "Are you sure that's wise?"

"No, I'm being impulsive," the other mocked.

The shorter, inferior man cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with being ridiculed by his superior.

"Need not worry. We'll have our best men on him. Kendall never disappoints," the tall man comforted.

"Very well. I must verify again…we will begin immediate testing on 494?"

"Yes, immediate. If we find something, I want it as soon as possible."

The other man nodded and left the room, proceeding with his orders. As the door shut behind him, he let out a deep, distressed sigh. It was going to be a long day- no, make that month…

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Logan ran out of the warehouse, unsure of how much time had passed and what was actually happening. They had knocked him out for a while and his throbbing headache was only making matters worse as he headed in the direction of his car. He was already forming a plan: research and find who these guys are; get Max to check the warehouse out again and also find Alec; take painkillers.

A grunt emerged from his throat as he almost collapsed in his car seat. Logan waited a minute, closing his eyes and giving in to the longing tiredness that was calling out to him. Finally, when Logan was sure he could drive, he placed his hands on the steering wheel and floored the accelerator, speeding back to Fogle Towers.

Along the way, Logan did his best to multi-task. As he took note of the location of and directions to the warehouse, he tried to remember anything from the day behind him. This was all happening as he also made sure he was concentrating on the road. The multi-tasking was doing him no good. Hell, he was not the transgenic here.

"Sorry!" he cried from the open window of his car as he narrowly missed smashing into another.

As he watched the angry driver in the aging, red car speed off in his side mirror, something else caught Logan's eye: a black SUV, which appeared to be focusing on Logan's own car.

"Yeah, real inconspicuous," he muttered to himself as he did a standard check. Being Eyes Only meant there were constantly high chances that someone was onto him. Most of the times Logan had guessed that he was being tailed had turned out to be false leads.

As he took random turns off the tapered streets, he noticed the SUV following but trying to stay out of view. This was no false lead.

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"Damn it! He's onto us," the driver shrieked as he steered a sharp left. They were heading for a sector point and this only meant bad things for Kendall and the team.

"Just keep going. We're expecting this. All we need is an address," Kendall instructed from the passenger seat.

"He's leading us away."

"I've realised…" Kendall paused and then spoke again, "Fine, turn around. We'll take another shot tomorrow."

"Maybe we should activate the device," the driver suggested.

"Chuck, this is Eyes Only. We need to be careful."

"I know, Marty, but Andrews ain't gonna be pleased if we show up with nothing."

"I don't need you to tell me that," Kendall grit through his teeth, angrily.

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