Max trembled as she looked down at the sleeping city below her. Logan's words floated in and out of her mind and though she tried to wrestle them away, it was one thing she wasn't strong enough to do. I'm genetically enhanced! Why the hell can't I shake this feeling, she asked herself, holding her head in her hands.
The sun was peaking over the horizon, and Max needed to get to the Jam Pony (or is it Pony X-Press?) or she'd hear it from Normal. Not that he'd actually fire her, but the constant threats were beginning to get on her nerves. He'd gone over the top with the whole Theo deal.
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"Hey, welcome to your job," Normal greeted Max sarcastically. "I've got a package here for you to deliver, and it's already an hour late. And, I'll be happy to take that off your check."
"Don't start, Normal," Max said calmly. She wasn't in the mood to bicker with her Buddy Holly wannabe boss. Her pager buzzed, and Max looked around. She grabbed the package from Normal's hands, and rushed to her bike. It was Logan, just as she'd suspected.
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"What's up?" Max asked, talking quietly into the payphone.
"Where are you?" Logan inquired. Max squinted at the street signs. The silence irratated Logan. "Listen, just get here quick!"
"Logan, about last night," Max started, but the line was dead. Get it together, Max. You just work for him. You do his legwork and he keeps you alive. Nothing else, she told herself. But, Logan seemed angry with her. Why do you care? He's just some guy, Max screamed to herself.
Pushing the thoughts out of her mind for the moment, Max delivered her package quickly. Then, with little effort, she pedaled at a high speed towards Logan's apartment. Bringing her bike with her so it wouldn't get swiped, Max let herself into Logan's place. He was in his office, doing an "Eye's Only" report. When finished, he manuevered his wheelchair in order to face Max.
"I've found one," Logan told Max, handing a manilla folder to her. She took it into her hands, feeling nervous. Before opening it, she looked at Logan, who'd turned back to his computers.
"Thank you," she wanted to say, but just couldn't bring herself too. Shaking her head, she looked down at the folder in her hand. Slowly, she opened. There were pictures, and sure enough the bar code was visble. This was a male, and Max tried hard to remember him.
"He slept three beds down from me. He and Zach were friends," Max reminisced (i don't know how to spell this...) out loud. Logan nodded, and Max sat down on the couch outside his office. Logan rolled himself out there, and "parked" in front of her.
"He's somewhere in Seattle. I could run a check if you want," Logan stated. Max looked up and Logan was smiling. She smiled too.
"But, there's something you need me to do, right?"
"You guessed it," he replied, rolling back to his office for more paperwork.
more to come...please tell me what you think...
The sun was peaking over the horizon, and Max needed to get to the Jam Pony (or is it Pony X-Press?) or she'd hear it from Normal. Not that he'd actually fire her, but the constant threats were beginning to get on her nerves. He'd gone over the top with the whole Theo deal.
*-*-*
"Hey, welcome to your job," Normal greeted Max sarcastically. "I've got a package here for you to deliver, and it's already an hour late. And, I'll be happy to take that off your check."
"Don't start, Normal," Max said calmly. She wasn't in the mood to bicker with her Buddy Holly wannabe boss. Her pager buzzed, and Max looked around. She grabbed the package from Normal's hands, and rushed to her bike. It was Logan, just as she'd suspected.
*-*-*
"What's up?" Max asked, talking quietly into the payphone.
"Where are you?" Logan inquired. Max squinted at the street signs. The silence irratated Logan. "Listen, just get here quick!"
"Logan, about last night," Max started, but the line was dead. Get it together, Max. You just work for him. You do his legwork and he keeps you alive. Nothing else, she told herself. But, Logan seemed angry with her. Why do you care? He's just some guy, Max screamed to herself.
Pushing the thoughts out of her mind for the moment, Max delivered her package quickly. Then, with little effort, she pedaled at a high speed towards Logan's apartment. Bringing her bike with her so it wouldn't get swiped, Max let herself into Logan's place. He was in his office, doing an "Eye's Only" report. When finished, he manuevered his wheelchair in order to face Max.
"I've found one," Logan told Max, handing a manilla folder to her. She took it into her hands, feeling nervous. Before opening it, she looked at Logan, who'd turned back to his computers.
"Thank you," she wanted to say, but just couldn't bring herself too. Shaking her head, she looked down at the folder in her hand. Slowly, she opened. There were pictures, and sure enough the bar code was visble. This was a male, and Max tried hard to remember him.
"He slept three beds down from me. He and Zach were friends," Max reminisced (i don't know how to spell this...) out loud. Logan nodded, and Max sat down on the couch outside his office. Logan rolled himself out there, and "parked" in front of her.
"He's somewhere in Seattle. I could run a check if you want," Logan stated. Max looked up and Logan was smiling. She smiled too.
"But, there's something you need me to do, right?"
"You guessed it," he replied, rolling back to his office for more paperwork.
more to come...please tell me what you think...