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It wasn't long before Max had recovered from her shakes, but Logan had fallen asleep while waiting. When realizing the weight on her shoulder was Logan's head, Max stood up quickly and rolled her eyes. Logan's body slumped to the floor.
"It's a shame I've grown to care about you," Max sighed with disgust, knowing very well Logan couldn't hear her. She picked up his body and placed him in his wheelchair, hoping secretly it was comfortable enough to sleep in, but guessing it wasn't. "Why the hell would you get out of it anyway?"
Quietly, Max snuck into Logan's office and sat down. Bringing up a search window on the computer Logan did research on, Max typed in Aaron Zerkeland (the last name from the file logan had given her).
1607 Market Street
Seattle
Apt. #6
Max tried not to smiled with satisfaction as she scribbled down the address on Logan's computer screen. She gathered her things, putting everything Logan had dumped out of her bag back into it. Logan barely stirred when she slammed the door behind her.
There was a payphone in the bottom of Logan's building, and Max used it to call Kendra.
"Kendra," Kendra said on the other line.
"I'm at Logan's. How do I get to Market?" asked Max.
"Just, umm, go down two blocks, turn left, the go down one more block," Kendra told Max, after a moment of thought. "What's up?"
"Just a package. I'll be late tonite," explained Max. Kendra laughed.
"What else is new?"
~*~
Max carried her bike into the apartment building, hoping Aaron wouldn't mind if she brought it in with her.
If he even lets me in, Max told herself. If Aaron was as smart as he was when they were younger, (which Max was certain he was), he wouldn't just let some stranger in.
She knocked three times and stepped back. Inside she could hear footsteps and wondered what she'd say to him when he opened the door.
Unlike Max had expected, the door swung open and a male near Max's age smiled. No cracking the door to see who was out there. No looking through the "peep hole," (as far as Max could tell). He hadn't even asked who it was.
"Max?" Aaron guessed. His smile broadened, and he invited Max in-- who was in shock that he'd recognized her so quickly.
"Nice place," Max observed, picking up a peice of very exspensive looking crystal. Her eyes floated from the crystal to the back of Aaron's neck, whom (obviously) had his back to her. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch the visible barcode-- to make sure it was real.
But why wouldn't it be? Max asked herself. It's not like anyone else in this damn city or country knows about us.
"Would you like something to eat?" offered Aaron, turning towards his guest. Max shook her head, and looked around.
"God, she said, "I never thought any of us would have so much money." Aaron laughed somewhat uneasily, looking around his rather posh apartment. There was a long awkward silence between the two, and Max began to feel a little uncomfortable.
Maybe I shouldn't have come, she wondered. But if she hadn't, she knew she wouldn't have been able to live with the thought that Aaron was out there somewhere and she knew EXACTLY where. A knock at Aaron's door broke the silence, scaring both of them. Aaron swallowed hard, and looked at the door.
"Excuse me," Aaron whispered, and Max lowered her eyebrows in confusion. Why did he look so nervous?
There were men at the door, Max could tell by their voices. But, they were talking to Aaron too low to hear. Not that Max wanted to eaves drop, it was just that well, he was acting a bit odd. Then again, Max had only met him a couple minutes before, and didn't know what sort of character he'd developed since Manticore. There were footsteps, and Max stood up to greet whoever had decided to drop in.
"Max," Aaron said, coming into the room with five men dressed in black security uniforms. Next to them was a man with greying hair and a walkie-talkie in one hand. He wore a suede brown coat over his plain blue shirt. "I'd like you to meet our creator, Lydecker."
"We've met," Max said, suddenly disgusted with the fact that she'd lead herself into a trap. She walked slowly up to one of the guards and held out her wrists, ready to be handcuffed.
The guard, a young brown headed male, looked to Lydecker for approval, whom nodded.
"It's a shame," Max said to Aaron, "we could have been close, ya know?" Aaron looked at his feet. The guard prepared to place the silver handcuffs on Max's wrists when she grabbed both of his and twisted his arms behind his back, quickly handcuffing them together. A second guard jumped at her, and she blocked his jump with the brown headed guy, knocking them both out in the process.
There were three guards, Lydecker, and Aaron left, but Max wasn't afraid. She jumped in the air, and while spinning extended her legs and kicked at two of the guards. They fell back, holding the spots Max had just injured.
"Get her," Lydecker yelled.
~To be continued...~
Please review this so I know whether or not to keep writing them...
It wasn't long before Max had recovered from her shakes, but Logan had fallen asleep while waiting. When realizing the weight on her shoulder was Logan's head, Max stood up quickly and rolled her eyes. Logan's body slumped to the floor.
"It's a shame I've grown to care about you," Max sighed with disgust, knowing very well Logan couldn't hear her. She picked up his body and placed him in his wheelchair, hoping secretly it was comfortable enough to sleep in, but guessing it wasn't. "Why the hell would you get out of it anyway?"
Quietly, Max snuck into Logan's office and sat down. Bringing up a search window on the computer Logan did research on, Max typed in Aaron Zerkeland (the last name from the file logan had given her).
1607 Market Street
Seattle
Apt. #6
Max tried not to smiled with satisfaction as she scribbled down the address on Logan's computer screen. She gathered her things, putting everything Logan had dumped out of her bag back into it. Logan barely stirred when she slammed the door behind her.
There was a payphone in the bottom of Logan's building, and Max used it to call Kendra.
"Kendra," Kendra said on the other line.
"I'm at Logan's. How do I get to Market?" asked Max.
"Just, umm, go down two blocks, turn left, the go down one more block," Kendra told Max, after a moment of thought. "What's up?"
"Just a package. I'll be late tonite," explained Max. Kendra laughed.
"What else is new?"
~*~
Max carried her bike into the apartment building, hoping Aaron wouldn't mind if she brought it in with her.
If he even lets me in, Max told herself. If Aaron was as smart as he was when they were younger, (which Max was certain he was), he wouldn't just let some stranger in.
She knocked three times and stepped back. Inside she could hear footsteps and wondered what she'd say to him when he opened the door.
Unlike Max had expected, the door swung open and a male near Max's age smiled. No cracking the door to see who was out there. No looking through the "peep hole," (as far as Max could tell). He hadn't even asked who it was.
"Max?" Aaron guessed. His smile broadened, and he invited Max in-- who was in shock that he'd recognized her so quickly.
"Nice place," Max observed, picking up a peice of very exspensive looking crystal. Her eyes floated from the crystal to the back of Aaron's neck, whom (obviously) had his back to her. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch the visible barcode-- to make sure it was real.
But why wouldn't it be? Max asked herself. It's not like anyone else in this damn city or country knows about us.
"Would you like something to eat?" offered Aaron, turning towards his guest. Max shook her head, and looked around.
"God, she said, "I never thought any of us would have so much money." Aaron laughed somewhat uneasily, looking around his rather posh apartment. There was a long awkward silence between the two, and Max began to feel a little uncomfortable.
Maybe I shouldn't have come, she wondered. But if she hadn't, she knew she wouldn't have been able to live with the thought that Aaron was out there somewhere and she knew EXACTLY where. A knock at Aaron's door broke the silence, scaring both of them. Aaron swallowed hard, and looked at the door.
"Excuse me," Aaron whispered, and Max lowered her eyebrows in confusion. Why did he look so nervous?
There were men at the door, Max could tell by their voices. But, they were talking to Aaron too low to hear. Not that Max wanted to eaves drop, it was just that well, he was acting a bit odd. Then again, Max had only met him a couple minutes before, and didn't know what sort of character he'd developed since Manticore. There were footsteps, and Max stood up to greet whoever had decided to drop in.
"Max," Aaron said, coming into the room with five men dressed in black security uniforms. Next to them was a man with greying hair and a walkie-talkie in one hand. He wore a suede brown coat over his plain blue shirt. "I'd like you to meet our creator, Lydecker."
"We've met," Max said, suddenly disgusted with the fact that she'd lead herself into a trap. She walked slowly up to one of the guards and held out her wrists, ready to be handcuffed.
The guard, a young brown headed male, looked to Lydecker for approval, whom nodded.
"It's a shame," Max said to Aaron, "we could have been close, ya know?" Aaron looked at his feet. The guard prepared to place the silver handcuffs on Max's wrists when she grabbed both of his and twisted his arms behind his back, quickly handcuffing them together. A second guard jumped at her, and she blocked his jump with the brown headed guy, knocking them both out in the process.
There were three guards, Lydecker, and Aaron left, but Max wasn't afraid. She jumped in the air, and while spinning extended her legs and kicked at two of the guards. They fell back, holding the spots Max had just injured.
"Get her," Lydecker yelled.
~To be continued...~