Disclaimer: I don't own them, I only own Joel, don't sue! I have no money!!!
Author's note: Sorry it took me so long to write the next part, but I had a severe case of writer's block.
We Meet Again (4/?)
Max stared out of the windows of Logan's penthouse, with a worried look on her face. For the past couple of days she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her all the time. Although Max always watched her step, she had been extra careful when she first began to feel someone's eyes boring into the back of her head. As much as Max looked around and tried to see something suspicious, nothing caught her attention. "Must be going soft," she thought to herself, but still… she couldn't put her finger on…
"Find something interesting?" questioned Logan as he wheeled himself into his living room.
Max's head shot up and she managed to fix a smile onto her face before answering, "No nothing, just looking out." To prove her statement, Max began to walk around the spacious and expensively furnished room. Although Max and tried to sound nonchalant, she could tell that Logan didn't buy it; his eyes followed her around the room. She wondered what he was thinking.
What Logan had been thinking was that Max had been acting funny lately. Logan debated with himself as to whether or not to ask her what was the problem. His brain told him no, that she would never need him, but then his heart was begging him to see what was the matter with this beautiful girl that he…loved? His heart won.
"You ok? You seem kinda nervous?" asked Logan, praying she didn't take offense and would actually answer him truthfully. He knew the chances of that were slim. Max had a huge temper, and she liked to keep her problems to herself.
Max actually did consider blowing up in his face, but then she saw the worry in his bright blue eyes, and the fear of getting too close resided. "I am," said Max much to Logan's surprise, "I just seem to feel that I'm being watched. But I keep on looking around and I find nothing. No conspicuous cars following me around. No snipers pointed in my direction. None of Lydecker's goons. Nothing, but yet I can't forget about it. It's kept me up for a couple of nights. I haven't slept in three days. When you came in I was just looking out the window and trying to find something that would confirm my suspicions, but nothing."
Logan gave her a concerned look, but rolled over to the mirror walls that surrounded his penthouse, and looked outside. Nothing but some homeless people and a car. Just as Max had said, nothing. Little did Max or Logan know, but that car was actually what they were looking for.
Inside the car, Sergeant Joel McKenzie observed the building that Lydecker had pointed out to him three days ago through a pair of army issued binoculars. He sighed. Nothing was different; he looked down at the notebook that held all the notes that he had taken on Max Guevara's activities. Place of work: Jam Pony X-Press, arrives at random hours between 8 am to 10 pm, boss follows to lecture for ten minutes. Hangs out with African American female, early twenties, name: Cindy. Caucasian male with greasy hair, name: Sketchy, also somewhere in the twenties, and African American male, no hair and has facial hair, age: twenties, Name: Herbal Thought. Nightly, goes to local bar named "Crash" with aforementioned friends and roommate Caucasian, female, early twenties, name: Kendra, or visits Logan Cale.
Besides some other stuff, that was basically all he had, and that was all that Lydecker really wanted. Like promised, Lydecker supplied Joel with the different cars each day, and Joel had spent hours each morning putting on different wigs and making him look like a different person each day. He was supposed to meet him in thirty minutes. That was just enough time to cross town. He shifted the car's gears into drive and stepped on the gas pedal, all the while wondering why on earth would Lydecker want to hunt some girl down.
Ok sorry, I know that I said that Joel would find something out about Max, but I didn't expect this part to take this long. Don't worry it's coming. Please review, and email me with suggestions (stupidgoalie86@hotmail.com) thanks!
Author's note: Sorry it took me so long to write the next part, but I had a severe case of writer's block.
We Meet Again (4/?)
Max stared out of the windows of Logan's penthouse, with a worried look on her face. For the past couple of days she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her all the time. Although Max always watched her step, she had been extra careful when she first began to feel someone's eyes boring into the back of her head. As much as Max looked around and tried to see something suspicious, nothing caught her attention. "Must be going soft," she thought to herself, but still… she couldn't put her finger on…
"Find something interesting?" questioned Logan as he wheeled himself into his living room.
Max's head shot up and she managed to fix a smile onto her face before answering, "No nothing, just looking out." To prove her statement, Max began to walk around the spacious and expensively furnished room. Although Max and tried to sound nonchalant, she could tell that Logan didn't buy it; his eyes followed her around the room. She wondered what he was thinking.
What Logan had been thinking was that Max had been acting funny lately. Logan debated with himself as to whether or not to ask her what was the problem. His brain told him no, that she would never need him, but then his heart was begging him to see what was the matter with this beautiful girl that he…loved? His heart won.
"You ok? You seem kinda nervous?" asked Logan, praying she didn't take offense and would actually answer him truthfully. He knew the chances of that were slim. Max had a huge temper, and she liked to keep her problems to herself.
Max actually did consider blowing up in his face, but then she saw the worry in his bright blue eyes, and the fear of getting too close resided. "I am," said Max much to Logan's surprise, "I just seem to feel that I'm being watched. But I keep on looking around and I find nothing. No conspicuous cars following me around. No snipers pointed in my direction. None of Lydecker's goons. Nothing, but yet I can't forget about it. It's kept me up for a couple of nights. I haven't slept in three days. When you came in I was just looking out the window and trying to find something that would confirm my suspicions, but nothing."
Logan gave her a concerned look, but rolled over to the mirror walls that surrounded his penthouse, and looked outside. Nothing but some homeless people and a car. Just as Max had said, nothing. Little did Max or Logan know, but that car was actually what they were looking for.
Inside the car, Sergeant Joel McKenzie observed the building that Lydecker had pointed out to him three days ago through a pair of army issued binoculars. He sighed. Nothing was different; he looked down at the notebook that held all the notes that he had taken on Max Guevara's activities. Place of work: Jam Pony X-Press, arrives at random hours between 8 am to 10 pm, boss follows to lecture for ten minutes. Hangs out with African American female, early twenties, name: Cindy. Caucasian male with greasy hair, name: Sketchy, also somewhere in the twenties, and African American male, no hair and has facial hair, age: twenties, Name: Herbal Thought. Nightly, goes to local bar named "Crash" with aforementioned friends and roommate Caucasian, female, early twenties, name: Kendra, or visits Logan Cale.
Besides some other stuff, that was basically all he had, and that was all that Lydecker really wanted. Like promised, Lydecker supplied Joel with the different cars each day, and Joel had spent hours each morning putting on different wigs and making him look like a different person each day. He was supposed to meet him in thirty minutes. That was just enough time to cross town. He shifted the car's gears into drive and stepped on the gas pedal, all the while wondering why on earth would Lydecker want to hunt some girl down.
Ok sorry, I know that I said that Joel would find something out about Max, but I didn't expect this part to take this long. Don't worry it's coming. Please review, and email me with suggestions (stupidgoalie86@hotmail.com) thanks!