disclaimer: nothing's changed since last chapter, i still own nothing


Everyone held their breath until Aften had steered the car onto the main road and was headed towards the highway. Logan had helped Max into the seat next to him and was looking at her with concern, "Are you okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah," Max replied slowly, trying not to wince at the sharp pain in her back. But Logan noticed the red stain slowly spreading across her shirt,
"Max, you're bleeding." He said, "Let me take a look." Max nodded, she was not in the mood to argue. Logan pulled up the back of her shirt to reveal a long horizantil cut, running parrelell to her spine. Max had reopened it during the escape, and now it was gushing blood. He winced just looking at it, "Let me find some peroxide and I'll clean the cut for you." He went through the black bookbag that Aften had brought until he found the first aid kit. He took the peroxide and some bandages, and went to work cleaning the cut. After that he looked her over, that was the only major cut he could see, but there were plenty of scars on her arms from needles, and large purple bruises where the needle had made a vein collapse. "What did they do to you?" Logan asked quietly, but Max had fallen asleep. She felt completley safe next to Logan, her head resting on his shoulder. He pulled her closer to him and put an arm around her, just happy to have her back, but genuinly worried about her condition. She looked horrible, not only phyisically, but her eyes were glazed and she only had looked semi-consious while she was awake. Logan was worried that she was going to go into a coma.
"How's she doing?" Aften asked from the front seat
"Not good." Logan replied "Do you have any idea what kind of tests they did in there?"
"Not a clue." Aften replied, "We're going to have to stop in about an hour to get gas, and I need to bandage my arm just so i dont ruin the interior of your car." she made a goofy grin, "anyway, when i stop, i'll look up the files and we'll see what they used her for."
"Alright." Logan said, and he leaned back in his seat. Max leaned closer to him in her sleep, it made Logan feel good that she felt secure enough with him to lean on him, so he let down his guard and pulled her even closer and rested his head on hers. Aften looked back at them through the mirror, 'just friends...lets see how much longer that'll hold out.'
After a while, Aften pulled into a gas station. She scanned the area, then stepped out of the car to strech her legs. She grabbed the gauze from the backseat, and wrapped up her arm, 'good thing
the bullet wasn't too deep.' she thought to herself. then she sat back down and opened up the laptop. She typed furiously for a few minutes, then stopped and started reading the screen. Logan woke up from the back seat. "Did you find anything?" he asked
"She was being used to test different types of nerve gases." Aften replied. "They injected her
with a strain of VX gas about two hours before we arrived."
"It's not..." Logan paused and looked at Max who was still asleep next to him
"No it's not lethal, at least not for her." Aften replied, "VX gas speeds up the nervous system until the heart gives out. Max's enhanced genetics slow down all her metabolism, and release other
enzymes, almost counteracting the gas. She'll be fine, just kind of tired for a while.
"Thankgod." Logan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Max.
"I'm going to get some gas. Then we'll get the fuck out of here." Aften said
"Good idea." Logan replied leaning back in his seat again.