A big thank you goes to Shywr1ter for her giving me permission to use the character from NCIS, Tony DiNozzo as Logan's cousin. In her two stories, are in, Concurrent Jurisdiction and Minimum Contacts. You'll find Tony in them as Logan's older cousin.
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Wheeling Around
Chapter 10
Giggling to herself, Max assumed her suggestive manner had gotten everyone out of the secluded home except for the main player, Logan. Even though she still was in heat, whatever was in the spray had adversely affected her in many ways. It has definitely affected her heat because she didn't have the strong urges as she usually did to pounce on any male around her. At this point and time, she really was not up to par in her whole being. She didn't know why but hopeful Sam or Sebastian would find out, at least, Max hoped they would. This was going through her mind ever since the particular scene with the spraying of her body, in fact, ever since the whole kidnapping ordeal. Enough about herself, she strongly thought. She was still in the kitchen figuring her next move on Logan.
Bling and Cindy had left Logan's jungle, as Bling called it. Max approached Logan, swaying her hips and asked, "I make a mean chicken salad sandwich; do you want one?"
"I . . . uh, yeah. That would be great," Logan said, a bit confused. He watched as she went back to the kitchen and prepared a sandwich for him. "Okay. What's the deal, Max?"
"What?" She asked innocently.
Logan wheeled himself slowly to the kitchen, observing Max. He was scared that she might pounce on him. He was new to her heat cycles, so he wanted to be prepared, but how, he didn't quite know just yet. As he came to the wooden table Max turned around, put the plate on the table, and then sat down on the opposite side of him. Eating his sandwich, which was surprisingly good, he sat there sizing up the situation. He was contemplating all the things that had happened since the other day and of course Max's heat situation.
"Logan, don't worry. I'm not going to jump you," Max said, watching him eating his sandwich eyeing her.
"Good. I think," he said, not knowing what to make of her not jumping him. "Are you all right?"
"I'm just tired that's all, Logan. Listen, if you don't mind I'm gonna lie down, k?" Getting the sensitive issue changed, she said, "What are you going to do with whatever is going on? How are you going to fix it?"
"Well, you said that limo had government tags on it, right?" Logan's brain started conjuring up all kinds of scenarios.
"Yeah, and with a dragon symbol on the hub caps, too. So?" Max inquired. She didn't even bother to listen to his answer. She moved to the hall and disappeared from Logan's sight.
Logan finished his sandwich, rolled over to his cell, and called a familiar number. "Hi Sebastian. It's me. Listen, I'm in a sticky situation, and I was wondering if you could help." As usual, he knew what the sticky situation was with Logan. He, like Logan monitors all goings on in Seattle. "It's nothing much, it's just a group of high-ups are investigating you, my friend. They're kind of like the Mafia in our country back in the day. They have connections in the government of China or Japan; I'm not sure which yet. You'd better lie low until I can find out what's going on." Sebastian noticed a signal from his instruments that Logan's phone was being tapped. "Are you on your home phone, Logan?"
"No. I'm on my cell phone, why?" Logan said as he looked at the phone he was holding.
"Where are you?" Sebastian asked.
"At my safe house, why?" Logan believed he was beginning to sound like a broken record.
"Get off the phone! You're being traced! Call me later." Sebastian hung up before Logan had a viable opportunity to say anything else.
"Shit! That's just great!" He mumbled, gathering his laptop up, he put it back in his backpack. The medicine was kicking in, so he didn't feel much pain. He wheeled as fast as he could to Max's room and froze. He could only stare at the goddess in the bed. His raging hormones were right on cue. He was very uncomfortable. Max had taken all of her clothes off except her tiny panties and bra with a slight sheen of pearls of sweat all over her body. She was lying there, if you can imagine, as if a cat stretched out sunbathing. I can't do this. She's not going to do this to me again. She can satisfy me completely, argh, but I don't know if I can do the same for her. That's the 10-million-dollar question. No, it's not Cale. You have to get this lovely lovely creature out of here and yourself. Get a move on like Max says. Wheeling close to the bed, Logan softly tried to wake her up. Unconsciously holding his breath, he touched that soft velvet skin that sent shivers down his spine all the way to his toes.
"What? I just got to sleep, Logan," she said with her eyes closed. Forcing herself up, she noticed Logan and the state he was in.
"Uh, [gulp] we've been tracked. Is it hot in here?" He began fanning himself. "Let's get our stuff packed and leave. Tell you later about what's going on." At that, he turned to leave. "Where's the car by the way?" While Logan was saying that, his eyes were transfixed on the shapely figure that had just jumped up before him and swaggered gracefully to her clothes. He gulped so hard he almost choked. She bent down and he noticed her bottom and the urged to plant his shaft between those lovely cheeks of her sent a hard ache to his lower half, bad! If I could only stand up, wow. Oh, with that little bit of fabric is not concealing anything much. [growl] He was snapped out of his hormone daze and extinguishing too his wanton desire by Max's voice. She unknowingly created more of a problem for Logan by just putting on her clothes in a seductive way, to his way of thinking, that is.
"What . . . oh, that. It's a couple blocks away." Swaying softly to her backpack, which she hadn't unpacked, she threw it over her shoulder and followed Logan down the hall. Damn, I shouldn't have unpacked his stuff.
Logan had started to the bathroom, trying to compose himself with his problem and get his things from there. Max started to pack everything up that she had unpacked yesterday. At least she believed it was yesterday. Things were beginning to run together, days, events, and everything was whirling in her brain. "Got it." Max came close to the bathroom door and knocked gently.
"Just a minute." Logan said from behind the closed door. Max in the meantime, had gone to the living room, gotten their jackets, and was holding Logan's cell phone when he came out the bathroom.
"You almost forgot something," Max said, holding his cell phone in his face.
"No, I didn't. They tracked us from that," he snatched it out of her hand and proceeded to delete everything on the phone. Addresses, phone numbers, and most of all text messages were deleted, and suddenly, he threw it up against the structured wall. Then he wheeled over it a few times. He picked up a memory chip and wheeled back to the bathroom, gathered the waste paper basket, threw the chip in it, and some newspaper, put the basket in the shower stall, and lit it with a lighter, he happened to have. Waiting a few minutes to make sure the chip was melted; he moved out and went to where Max was standing.
Max felt herself shake so she took a few Tryptophans out of her jacket pocket and with some milk. She sat down by the wooden table and took it while waiting for Logan. Ounce of prevention is what they always say, she smirked.
She heard Logan wheeling down the hall, and she stood up, walking towards him. There was a knock on the door, which put Max on alert. She waved to Logan to back away toward the back door. Max moved slowly to the door and sniffed. "Pizza delivery," a male voice came from the other side of the door. She went to the window and peaked out slowly. The small car had no decals, signs, or anything identifying it.
Blurring to Logan's side and Max carrying everything they left by the back door to an obscure part of the block. Max told Logan to hide in a near by abandoned garage while she went to get the car. No more than a few minutes after Max had left Logan's side, there was a sudden explosion, and flames shot out high enough Max saw them from two blocks away. Quickly getting into the car she drove around as so many had driven, looking at the rundown house where she and Logan had come to an understanding, was totally engulfed in flames. Scanning the surrounding area, she noticed two odd looking people that stood out from the unruly crowd that had formed around the house. Sirens sounded, and it wasn't too far away. She slowly drove on past the house to where she had left Logan.
By this time, Logan was under the spell of the medication that Bling had given him. Out like a light. Driving near the entrance to the garage, Max got out of the car and tried to wake him up, but no luck. Opening the passenger side, she gathered Logan up and moved him into the car. Gathering the bags and wheelchair up, she placed them in the car also and left. Now where in the hell are we going? She rounded the corner almost running into a TV news van. Man, just what we needed on the news again. At least this time, I'm not on the news, hovering in the air like at Jam Pony.
Driving by a payphone Max got out and called Bling. "Hey," Max said when the phone answered.
"Hey. Why are you using a payphone, Max? Is Logan hurt? Where are you?" Questions came out of Bling's mouth like bullets.
"Whoa. Slow down Joe Hab. Look on channel 7; you'll see where we've been." Max said, trying to sooth Bling.
Turning on the TV, Bling suddenly said, "Oh my gosh. Are you all right? Is Logan all right? What happened?"
"When I know, I'll tell you. Anyway, whatever you gave Logan has knocked him out. And yes, we're just fine," Max said, sacking all his questions into one or two suitable answers. "We're going to TC and Logan will call you from there . . . um, as soon as he wakes up." That's the only place she could think of for the moment that they, whoever they are, can't get in.
"Okay. Let me know. Oh, by the way, whoever this is did a number on Logan's pad," Bling spoke with hesitation in his voice.
"Oh. Really? Well, I'll tell Logan when he's awake. Late." Max spoke quickly and hung up the phone. She didn't want to stay near the area any longer. She was in soldier mode now. Escape and evade.
Turning down the well-ridden street towards Terminal City, Joshua noticed a car similar to Logan's. He eyed closely the driver and noticed it was Max. He signaled to let her through like so many times before after White and others hurt her people, her family. She, Alec, and some of the others had tried to round up as many Transgenics and Nomlies before all hell broke loose. Getting quietly out of the car and signaling everybody to be quiet, Max went into the command center leaving Logan to sleep in the car temporarily.
Alec looked astounded seeing Max come in the command center. "I came over to Logan's to see how you were feeling and that place looked like the wreck of 97; what happened?" Alec asked, looking her up and down. He saw changes that were strange for her.
"It was the same guys. I don't want to go into detail, Logan's out in the car sleeping." Max spoke in disgust with all the eyes on her. She felt like a piece of meat on display. That sent chills down her spine even though she was in heat. I should be the one to eye all the males, but I'm not; what's the deal? She just shrugged off that thought and went to the phone to call Bling back.
"Bling, hey," Max said, after he answered the phone. "Any news on the teley about the house?"
"No, not really. Just that a house caught fire, no big deal." Bling said. "Where are you two?"
"Like I said earlier. I'm at TC and Logan is out in the car. Bling, I've got to get Logan out of Seattle, do you know of anywhere we could go?" Max asked, racking her brain.
"Wait a minute. Logan's cousin, Tony, you remember? He works for NCIS?" Bling just thought of the one person that could help and had connections.
"I . . . I don't know, Bling. Logan's cousin? I'll have to run it by him first." Max thought that was a good idea, but first she had to ask Logan. Max's mind was going in circles by this time. "Later, Bling." She hung up the phone and headed back to the car. As she approached the door, she spotted a slender redhead and motioned to Alec to come and she spoke to him. "Who is that Alec? She looks familiar." Alec just shrugged, "I don't know," he said in his usual manner. About that time, the redhead looked toward the two and stared at Max for quite awhile. Both women started walking toward each other and suddenly felt a familiar bond between them. "Jondy?" Max yelled.
"Max?" yelled the redhead. They hugged for dear life.
"When did you get here and how?" Max excitedly asked.
"Let me see, um, about a week ago. I just walked in from the tunnels since the security guards are in front," Jondy said, as she was looking Max everywhere. "What's the matter with you? You're in heat, right?"
Trying to avoid the question, Max said, "Yeah, why? Do I look weird or something?"
"Noo, I can't place it but something is strange with you," Jondy said, now worrying about her little sister. "What has recently happened to you, anything?"
"Other than running from some goons, nothing. Wait a minute.... I was spray painted," Max said sheepishly.
"Spray painted!? Kinky. Is that why you like the guy in the wheelchair that everyone told me about?"
"Thanks a lot, Jondy! He, Logan, didn't do this spray painting on me. It was a group that kidnapped me and .... beat me up," she said, turning her face in embarrassment.
"Beat you up!? What the hell is happening to you, Max? Where was this guy at when you were beaten up? Logan, is that the name you said?" Jondy asked, with wide eyes really looking at Max this time. Faded imprints of letters were beginning to surface on Max's neck. "Is this what you were talking about?"
Max ran to a mirror and sure enough, the letters were coming back. "Shit! Don't worry about it Jondy. I've got to get Logan in," she walked off and let Jondy standing in shock with her sisters abruptness.
Max didn't know what to say to Jondy about what had happened or about Logan. She just didn't know anything right then. She walked out to the car and noticed Logan had slumped over on the passenger side. Max sighed then with a blur she opened the door without his falling out and began shaking him. "Logan. Logan, wake up. Logan." She increased the shaking process enough to wake him up.
"I'm awake, damn it. You're shaking me so hard my teeth have shaken loose," Logan said grumpier as the day progressed.
"Humph! Fine, get your damn self out of the car then!" Max exclaimed, turned around and stomped back into the command center. "I don't have to put up with that. . . attitude from him." She had a furious look on her face. She stood just inside the door hissing at Logan like a cat. She didn't know she was doing that until Alec and Jondy walked up and Jondy said laughingly, "What's got your fur in a bunch, sis?" Alec was trying but not succeeding to hide his laugh at that question.
Max crossed her arms and simply said, "Men!" Then she started stomping her foot as if impatient for Logan.
Logan slowly and painfully reached the double doors and was about to reach for the door handle. One of the doors swung open by a pretty redhead who was grinning at him with a sexy smile that Logan could not ignore. Of course, Max saw red at that scene. All Max said at that grin was, "Humph." Then she turned around and stomped toward the command center where Biggs and Dix were.
"You must be Logan." Jondy said in a sexy tone. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm Jondy, Max's sister, right now at least. "
Logan held out his good arm and took Jondy's hand and kissed it, "Hi. I'm Logan ... Logan Cale. Max has spoken of you. Where is she by the way?" Logan was now looking all over for Max.
Alec couldn't resist speaking now. "She stomped off in a stupor."
"What? Why?" Logan couldn't understand why Max was upset. Jondy couldn't contain her laughter any more. She burst out laughing and said, "She's mad at me."
"Why?" Still confused, Logan had to ask. He was still looking for Max and was about to give up when a slinky female looking like the woman he loved came up behind him and started stroking his neck from behind him with her nails. It sent shock waves down his body and all of sudden he whirled around to face Max. "Man, give me a heart attack, why don't you." Logan snapped looking at her.
Instead of staying by Logan's side, she said, "Humph," again and whirled her long hair in his face and left the area.
He turned to Jondy and said, "Okay. I'm lost. Uh, what just happened? What is Max pissed about; do you know?" His beautiful green eyes looked at Jondy in wonderment.
"Hey, I don't know. She just got here. This is the first time I've seen her in over ten years." She said, while shrugging then walked off toward where Max had headed.
Alec still had a grin and was just about to pop out with laughter when Logan wheeled up close to him. "Ha ha ha. What's so funny, Alec?"
"Man, you don't know, do you? Two women fight over you?" Alec said with a smirk.
"What!? What are you talking about, Alec? I just met Jondy! Who . . . what, never mind. Where did Max go, Alec?" Logan said in exasperation. Taking the sling off, he started wheeling very slowly toward where the girls exited the command center.
"Listen man, Logan, from what I saw Max is pissed at you and Jondy. That's all. Jondy gave you a look that Max didn't like. I don't understand women at all especially she-cats. It's a predatory thing, I think. With Max in heat, whoa! There's going to be a cat fight tonight." At saying that, Alec started to turn around and chuckled all the way to Dix and Biggs.
Logan stopped him before he left and said, "You know Max is in heat? How?"
"Pheromones, man. Men, the women, and we that have cat DNA can smell it a mile away. She's is primed and ready. Look out, Logan or whoever she corrals, that is. I wouldn't mind being in her corral right about now." Alec spoke with a smirk on his face.
With that being said, Logan madly wheeled through the pain towards the exit faster than ever. You've got to get to Max. You don't want some other person satisfying her . . . urges; do you Cale? No, I don't! Then he abruptly stopped and sighed. What if I can't satisfy her; what is she going to do then? Don't think Cale, just do. Find Max and see what her attitude is then, okay? Okay, with that thought he sighed, he proceeded down the hall looking for Max.
Everyone he encountered he asked if they had seen Max. To no avail. Then he saw through a window she was sitting outside on a bench just swinging her legs, not doing anything . . . except crying? "Why would Max cry?" he asked himself. As he rolled outside toward her, she was in her own world and didn't hear Logan come up. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder.
She flinched and jumped up. With tears running down her exquisite face, she said in surprise, "Where did you come from? How did you find me? Go away, Logan." Max turned back around not able to face him.
"Max, what's the matter?" he said rubbing her shoulder. "What can I do?"
"Nothing Logan. I'll be fine. Just go, please?" Max said sadly.
"No, I'm not leaving you. Max, talk to me. What's this all about?" Logan was beside himself in sadness.
"You don't understand. What... I am. I ... never mind," she said trying to compose herself. "I'm tired. I'm going to go lie down." Max couldn't face him and walked away from him into the door and disappeared. I love you, you big dope. I can't believe I got mad at Jondy for smiling at him. Shit, she thought, shaking her head as she headed to her room at Terminal City.
Meanwhile, out by the bench Logan was contemplating what was going on. He just sat staring at the ground thinking of Max. What is going on with Max? What have I done? Why is she so sad? All of the questions and more were going through his head when a soft hand was gently placed on his shoulder. He jumped, but he hoped and prayed it was Max. It wasn't though. He sighed once again.
"Penny for your thoughts. No, wait a minute. With inflation, it's probably worth at least a quarter now," Jondy said, trying to lighten the mood around Logan. He just looked at the ground in wonderment of Max. He couldn't get rid of the feeling something was wrong with her. "Max." That was all he said.
"Logan, what has happened to my sister? She mentioned being beat up and spray painted. Did you know what ever was painted on Max is coming back? Please don't tell me she was raped," Jondy said, as she reached for Logan shoulder.
"What? Did you see those words? No, she wasn't raped but came close twice. Jondy, I don't know you and you don't know me, but Max needs to talk to someone. Apparently, it's not me." He was sad and turned away with tears in his eyes. "Please go talk to her for my sake or hers."
Leaving Logan, Jondy said, "Sure. I'll do my best." Then she walked away. Going down the hall to look for Max, she ran into Joshua and asked where she could find Max's room.
"She not here. Little fella is in pain where ever she is though." Joshua shook his head.
"How do you know?" Jondy was confused at that comment.
"Feel pain of friend." He said pounding lightly at his heart. "Pain in here. Little fella so sad. Crying now."
At that news Jondy said, "Joshua, Max and Logan are here. They're both here in Terminal City. Where is Max's room?"
At that, he swiftly went down the hall, goes in a room, and howls. Jondy runs into the room and he's just holding Max like a doll swaying back and forth with tears in his eyes also. "Little fella, it will be all right. Please no more crying." At those words Max crawls up into Joshua's lap snuggles like a little kitten trying to get warm. She doesn't say anything just lies there with her eyes closed and sobbing. Jondy is outraged with that sight and hurries to Logan's side to find out what the hell happened to a strong forceful woman like her little sister.
Running out the door, Jondy swung Logan's wheelchair around to get some answers and sees tears running down his cheeks also. "What happened to Max, Logan. She's in her room in Joshua's lap crying her eyes out. And you . . . you're doing the same thing. What gives? What the hell happened?" Jondy's heart was breaking for the two.
"I think the best person to tell you what's going on is Original Cindy, Max's roommate. The best I can understand, it was . . . I . . . just let her tell you. I'll call her and get her over here." Logan said, in a deep depressed state of mind. Dialing Jam Pony's number Normal answered the phone. "Hello, Normal. This is Logan Cale. Yes, Max is kind of okay. No, she won't be able to come back to work for a while still. Yes, she's seeing a doctor. Yes. It's Dr. Sam Carr if you want to get a doctor's opinion. He's been taking care of her. Listen can I talk to Cindy, Max's roommate. Uh, I need her to bring some more of her things to my apartment. Yes, she is staying in my guest room. Thanks, Normal." At that conversation, Jondy just stared at Logan with an intense stare. "What? The man is nosier than a reporter," Logan said to Jondy.
"Cindy, good. Can you come to TC? Why? Well, Jondy, Max's sister, you need to tell her what's happening with Max. Max is in Joshua's lap crying her beautiful eyes out and I'm at a loss. Yeah, yeah. It's my entire fault. How in the world was I supposed to know she loved me. No, I hadn't but I have now. Okay. Okay. See you soon, Cindy. I'll be here with Jondy. Bye." Logan hung up the phone, turned to Jondy and said, "She'll be here soon." Logan did not like the look Jondy was giving him at all.
"So, this Cindy chick says it's your fault, right? For Max being the ways she is." Jondy was trying to get the picture right.
No. Not all of it." He was not ready for the third degree from Jondy.
"Jondy, it's a long story. I guess you might as well hear my side first before Cindy gets here. A deep sigh came from his chest and he began from the beginning. He began with when he first laid eyes on her dropping in on him to steal the Bast. He told her about the shot in the back, which turned him in to half of a man. To their first anniversary, to her death, the escape, the virus, and finally to right before she was kidnapped. He looked drained by the time he got to her kidnapping. So he just quit. All this time Jondy just sat there absorbing all the information about her sister.
A beautiful black lady came in the courtyard where Logan and Jondy were. She was raising hell about how stinky those tunnels were still. "Man, it seems y'all could at least clean up them stanky tunnels for company. Hi, ya. I'm Original Cindy. You must be Jondy, my boo's sistah girl."
Jondy was at a loss for words with what Cindy just said, "Um, I'm Jondy. Logan told me quite a bit about you. From what I hear you've kept, Maxie's head on straight so far. Am I right?" She said reaching out to shake Cindy's hand.
"Okay. Boo, what have you done to my girl? I thought last night ya'll be bang the gong till this here heat was over. You know, satisfy my girl. What happened? I saw the news about someone torching that house and now you's here. Does Bling know where you are?" Original Cindy was out of breath with the entire questions and had to breathe. Which gave an out for Logan.
"I need to call Bling. Thanks Cindy. We . . . I . . . I'll answer your question in a bit but first, I have to call Bling." He swung his wheelchair to the door and even though he was hurting like hell it was an opportunity to get away from prying eyes and annoying questions.
Leaving the presence of the women, Logan headed for a phone. It would be at the command center. Called Bling and asked him to come pick him up. Once in Bling's car Logan felt relief all over his body. He had to get his mind on track and he couldn't do that with Max around. "Bling what's new?" he asked at last.
"What's new?" Bling looked confused with that question. Deciding what to say was something, considering he didn't know about Max. "Well, they, whoever they are, trashed your place good. I think you had better get some help, Logan. And, I don't mean here locally. How about your cousin?" Bling said.
"Bennett? What could he do?" Logan was beside himself with that question.
"No, Uh, Tony, your other cousin. That looks like you and vice versa? Didn't Max talk to you?" Bling was getting annoyed at his employer.
"No. She was too busy running from me and crying," Logan said sadly.
"Crying? That's not like Max. What did you do since last night?" Bling was now very annoyed.
"Why is everyone blaming me, geez? I don't know why she's crying. She wouldn't talk to me." Logan looked confused at the accusation. "No, I'm not calling Tony." He said in a matter of fact tone.
"And why not? He said for you to call him." Bling said sarcastically.
"Because. He doesn't know about Eyes Only, and I don't want him to know." Logan sounded like a little kid getting his big cousin to bail him out again, as in days of old.
"Listen, Logan. You need some help and someone to talk to about your situation with Max. You said he knows about her, what's it going to hurt?
"He doesn't know about her . . . situation. I don't know. I'm at a loss, Bling. I don't know what I did wrong and nothing. I just don't know. I can't think straight with her around, you know. Maybe we should just cool it for a while. I mean . . ." Logan was at a loss for words thinking about Max.
"Whatever you say, man. Whatever you say," Bling said, shaking his head at his boss and friend. They both drove in silence the rest of the way to Bling's house. Both were in their own thoughts about the whole affair.
Logan was quiet the entire afternoon and most of the night contemplated his next move to get even with those drug dealers and thinking of Max. Max was never far from his mind. Finally, in deep despair at 1:00 in the morning he picked up the phone and called his cousin. Putting on a happy face the other line picked up and Logan said, "Hey, cuz."
"Logan, is that you?" Tony sat straight up in bed when he thought he heard right.
Laughing Logan said, "Yeah, cuz it's me." All he could feel was his heart breaking and needed to talk to someone.
Tony caught wind of the undertone in his little cousin's voice but didn't push it. "About time you called. I haven't talked with you since that tournament. Are you still doing your practices and off-court games? I need to get back in touch with Scott about some more plays, right? When is your next game? I'm off for two weeks, starting today as a matter of fact," Tony said looking at his watch for the third time.
"Yeah, that would be nice. Those plays have done a world of good. Where are you going on your vacation this year? Paris? Hawaii? Or sailing in Uncle Jonas's yacht? Well, that is, IF the government hasn't seized it." Logan was trying to be funny, but it was coming out to be a flop.
"Hey cuz, have you not spoken with Aunt Margo?" Tony inquired, still feeling those funny vibes that something was very wrong in Seattle.
"Yeah. I told her off." Logan said proudly.
"You did what!? What did she do now?" Tony was laughing at that.
"Well, she's always pawning off her son's rejects of women my way and the other day was the last straw. I told her in so many words to kiss off. Don't call me, I'll call you. That sort of thing." Logan said.
"Wow, little cuz. I'm proud of you. If she did that to me, I would have done it a long time ago. By the way, is Max there?" Tony was fishing, but he had to know what had his cousin so upset about.
"Oh . . . she's not here. I'm over at Bling's." Logan said, not lying but definently not telling the truth.
"How is she with that whole Manticore deal? It was broadcasted all over the news. Does she have to stay at . . . what's the place? Oh, yeah, Terminal City?" Tony still couldn't put his finger on what was wrong, but he was getting there.
"Well, she suppose to be there, but, you know, how that goes. You can't keep her locked up," Logan said, laughing on the outside, while his heart was heavy. "Listen I know it's late, so I'll let you go, cuz. Get some sleep." Logan didn't want to talk about Max anymore, and he felt the only way to get out of talking about her is to get his cousin off the phone.
"Right. Well, cuz don't be a stranger. Call me anytime, okay? Thanks for calling. Bye." Tony waited for an emotional response from his cousin just in case.
"Yeah. You too. Bye, Tony." Logan hung up the phone more depressed than ever. I need to call Sebastian to let him know I'm ... we're all right. Calling Sebastian, his mind was still on Max.
While Logan was waiting for Sebastian to answer the phone Tony was getting a flight to Seattle to see what his cousin was so depressed about. Was it Max? Did she break up with him or did he break up with her? I've got to find out what the hell is going on. "Don't worry cuz, I got your back," Tony said aloud as he was calling in reservations.
In the meantime, Sebastian was on the phone with Logan. "Hey, Logan. Late night? Did you get away? I'm assuming you did since you're calling me." A mechanical laugh came over the phone.
"Yeah. Max to the rescue. She got me out just in time. Did you see the news? Damn, I wish it was me getting her out instead of the method it was. I'm no good for her. Sebastian brought Logan back to the present with his mechanical voice.
"Listen, I've had my guys analyzing Max's blood, and she's gotten something nasty in there. My people are working on a cure, but no luck so far. How is she feeling, by the way?" Sebastian asked, concerned for his favorite super-soldier.
"She says she's not feeling too good and sleeps a lot. She normally doesn't sleep, though." Logan said sadly, with concern for the woman he loved. "Do you have any leads of what it might be able to be?"
"It's some kind of poison, Logan. Sorry. We do know that it came from the Orient, that's about it. I'll let you know as soon as possible. My people are working 24/7 on this. Where are you calling from?"
"Oh. Bling's for now. I'll get a cell phone tomorrow and let you know what the number is, okay? Have you heard anymore about my guest, the Mafia?
"Yeah, can you not get on the informant net?" Sebastian asked.
"I haven't tried since getting away from the house or the apartment. Why?" Asked Logan.
"Just get on the Net, you'll find out. Listen, their hollering at me about Max's blood let me call you back, k? What's the number there?" Sebastian inquired.
"Yeah. 325-1212. Call me back with any news you have, Sebastian." Logan said with hope in his tone. They both hung up and Logan sat in the dark, thinking.