Chapter 10: Findings
Max strolled into Logan's apartment later that day. She had just finished helping Buffy find a new apartment (a few blocks from hers) and had decided to drop by to 'Moneybags' as what OC loved calling him. Though she wasn't exactly sure if Logan was all that too excited to see her. It was obvious that the old man was jealous of Alec. And the incident that morning did nothing to make the situation better. Apparently, Logan was slightly pissed about the whole 'picture' thing. He said that it didn't take an hour to take a couple of lousy pictures. But then she and Alec were doing more than just taking pictures. The thought made her smirk.
Anyway, the only reason on why she wanted to drop by was that she wanted to check out if he had any news to her new 'tattoos.'
She found him exactly where she always found him. Staring at his computer. "Hey Logan," she said. "Have anything for me?" she asked as she headed over to the fridge and scanned the contents. She finally settled on a can of soda, since Logan didn't do beer. Though it was full of half-empty expensive pre-pulse wine bottles. But wine wasn't exactly Max's style. She was more of-laid-back kind of person, and yeah, that meant she was a beer person.
"I have good news and bad news for you," Logan said opening the top drawer of his desk and taking out a folder.
"Bad news first," Max said taking a seat beside him and peering over his shoulder eager to see what was in the folder. He didn't open it yet though, and it seemed that he himself was excited to show her whatever there was inside the folder.
"The bad news is, I wasn't able to find anything about your 'tattoos'." Logan said shaking his head. "Though I have found out that their called 'Runes'."
"Runes?" Max echoed. "What're those?"
"No idea," Logan said with a sigh. "I'm still researching on it."
"That's okay, anyway-what's the good news?"
"The good news is," Logan paused. "I know who your mother is."
Max's mouth dropped open. For the past year, she and Logan had been searching for any identity on who her 'mother' was. That meant, whose DNA she was made from. Still, DNA supplier or not.she was still her mother. And from what Max had heard back at Manticore. Unlike the other women who were only in for the money, she was the only woman who fought for her baby-Max.
"I can't believe it," Max whispered, almost inaudibly. "Is she-is she still alive?"
Logan shook his head. Max nodded, accepting the fact. Logan smiled sadly at her and opened the folder, and pulling out a picture of a woman who looked around her age, probably older. She had the same hair color as Max did, and her eyes were a deep brown. A mischievous smile lit up her face, though it didn't seem to reach her eyes.her eyes. They were so much older than her age. It was obvious she had seen a lot from her past years in the cruel world.
"This is your mother." Logan said pointing at the woman. "She died at the age of 22."
"How?" Max asked curiously.
"She died giving birth to you, Max." Logan said, giving her a comforting smile. Max smiled back at him. Thankful, for the warm support he was giving her. It was during times like these that Max regarded him as more of a father.or maybe, grandfather. Max grinned inwardly. Alec would've burst out laughing if she told him that.
"Do you have anything else about her? What's her name?" Max pressed, keen on knowing more.
"Her name is Faith Wilkins. Her occupation is unknown and she lived in Sunnydale, California for about two years until she was brought to Los Angeles.LA Jail to be precise."
Max's jaw once again hit the floor. "Jail? What'd she do?"
"She was imprisoned for murder, and she was sentenced for five whole years there." Logan shuffled through some papers and continued. "After that, she was released and she was captured once again, this time by.Manticore."
"Captured? I thought it was voluntary," Max said, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Yeah, I thought so to. But there seemed to be something special about her genes, her DNA." Logan glanced at her before continuing. "I don't know what since that's classified information, and I couldn't hack into Manticore's files." He shrugged. "That's probably why you don't have any junk DNA in you, why Manticore's so interested and desperate in finding you.something in your genes." he trailed off.
Max could remember clearly what Renfro said to her: 'You're the one we've been striving for 452.' It wasn't until now that Max partially understood her. "You think the Runes have some connection to this?" she asked.
"Actually, I was going through the pictures and I realized that it's made up of the same thing that makes up your barcode."
"Think Manticore's trying to tell us something?" Max asked, running a finger behind her neck instantaneously.
"Maybe," Logan said with another shrug. "With Manticore, anything's possible."
A/N: Review please.
Max strolled into Logan's apartment later that day. She had just finished helping Buffy find a new apartment (a few blocks from hers) and had decided to drop by to 'Moneybags' as what OC loved calling him. Though she wasn't exactly sure if Logan was all that too excited to see her. It was obvious that the old man was jealous of Alec. And the incident that morning did nothing to make the situation better. Apparently, Logan was slightly pissed about the whole 'picture' thing. He said that it didn't take an hour to take a couple of lousy pictures. But then she and Alec were doing more than just taking pictures. The thought made her smirk.
Anyway, the only reason on why she wanted to drop by was that she wanted to check out if he had any news to her new 'tattoos.'
She found him exactly where she always found him. Staring at his computer. "Hey Logan," she said. "Have anything for me?" she asked as she headed over to the fridge and scanned the contents. She finally settled on a can of soda, since Logan didn't do beer. Though it was full of half-empty expensive pre-pulse wine bottles. But wine wasn't exactly Max's style. She was more of-laid-back kind of person, and yeah, that meant she was a beer person.
"I have good news and bad news for you," Logan said opening the top drawer of his desk and taking out a folder.
"Bad news first," Max said taking a seat beside him and peering over his shoulder eager to see what was in the folder. He didn't open it yet though, and it seemed that he himself was excited to show her whatever there was inside the folder.
"The bad news is, I wasn't able to find anything about your 'tattoos'." Logan said shaking his head. "Though I have found out that their called 'Runes'."
"Runes?" Max echoed. "What're those?"
"No idea," Logan said with a sigh. "I'm still researching on it."
"That's okay, anyway-what's the good news?"
"The good news is," Logan paused. "I know who your mother is."
Max's mouth dropped open. For the past year, she and Logan had been searching for any identity on who her 'mother' was. That meant, whose DNA she was made from. Still, DNA supplier or not.she was still her mother. And from what Max had heard back at Manticore. Unlike the other women who were only in for the money, she was the only woman who fought for her baby-Max.
"I can't believe it," Max whispered, almost inaudibly. "Is she-is she still alive?"
Logan shook his head. Max nodded, accepting the fact. Logan smiled sadly at her and opened the folder, and pulling out a picture of a woman who looked around her age, probably older. She had the same hair color as Max did, and her eyes were a deep brown. A mischievous smile lit up her face, though it didn't seem to reach her eyes.her eyes. They were so much older than her age. It was obvious she had seen a lot from her past years in the cruel world.
"This is your mother." Logan said pointing at the woman. "She died at the age of 22."
"How?" Max asked curiously.
"She died giving birth to you, Max." Logan said, giving her a comforting smile. Max smiled back at him. Thankful, for the warm support he was giving her. It was during times like these that Max regarded him as more of a father.or maybe, grandfather. Max grinned inwardly. Alec would've burst out laughing if she told him that.
"Do you have anything else about her? What's her name?" Max pressed, keen on knowing more.
"Her name is Faith Wilkins. Her occupation is unknown and she lived in Sunnydale, California for about two years until she was brought to Los Angeles.LA Jail to be precise."
Max's jaw once again hit the floor. "Jail? What'd she do?"
"She was imprisoned for murder, and she was sentenced for five whole years there." Logan shuffled through some papers and continued. "After that, she was released and she was captured once again, this time by.Manticore."
"Captured? I thought it was voluntary," Max said, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Yeah, I thought so to. But there seemed to be something special about her genes, her DNA." Logan glanced at her before continuing. "I don't know what since that's classified information, and I couldn't hack into Manticore's files." He shrugged. "That's probably why you don't have any junk DNA in you, why Manticore's so interested and desperate in finding you.something in your genes." he trailed off.
Max could remember clearly what Renfro said to her: 'You're the one we've been striving for 452.' It wasn't until now that Max partially understood her. "You think the Runes have some connection to this?" she asked.
"Actually, I was going through the pictures and I realized that it's made up of the same thing that makes up your barcode."
"Think Manticore's trying to tell us something?" Max asked, running a finger behind her neck instantaneously.
"Maybe," Logan said with another shrug. "With Manticore, anything's possible."
A/N: Review please.