Disclaimer: Logan, Original Cindy, Max, Kendra, Lydecker, and Kairos do not belong to me. Kairos belongs to FanFic author Cassie Jamie. The other characters belong to FOX, James Cameron, etc. I made Aaron up.
PlEaSe LeAvE a ReViEw...AnD i'M wOrKiNg On My LeNgTh PrObLeM fOr ThOsE tHaT hAvE cOmPlAiNeD tHaT mInE aRe ToO sHoRt...
"Hello?" Logan said into his phone. It was already eight in the morning, and the only thing waking Logan from his slumber was the ringing of the phone.
"Logan? It's Original! Where the hell is Max?" Original Cindy asked. "Normal's in a pissy mood and if Homegirl don't get her ass here by at least eight-thirty, things could be ugly."
Logan looked around, (and in the process discovering a crick in his neck from sleeping so long in the wheelchair).
"She's not here," he observed. "Have you tried Kendra?"
"No, I mean I figured since--"
"Stay on the line," Logan ordered, cutting Original off and nodding once to himself. He set down the phone and wheeled to his office to retrieve his cellular phone. He dialed Kendra and Max's aparment while returning to the other phone.
"Kendra," Kendra said into the phone.
"Kendra, it's Logan. Original Cindy says Max has yet to show up for work. Could I talk to her?" asked Logan.
"Well, you could, but she's not here," Kendra told him.
"When was the last time you heard from her?" wondered Logan, alarmed suddenly of Max's safety and whereabouts.
"Yesterday when she called from your house," Kendra stated. "She said she had a to deliver a package, and needed directions."
"She must have left when I'd fallen asleep," Logan suggested to himself. "Kendra, hang on a second." Logan picked up his apartment phone. "Original?"
"So, what's the dealio? Was Homegirl around?" said Original Cindy.
"No, Kendra said the last time she'd heard from her was yesterday when Max was leaving my aparment. She mentioned Max had asked for directions for a package she was delivering."
"Hold up, Max is a bike messanger, why the hell would she need directions?" asked Original. Logan shrugged.
"Something doesn't sound right," he told her. "Let me call you back, Original Cindy. Maybe Kairos knows where she is."
Logan hung up with Kendra as well, just in case Max called his cell phone. Then he dialed Kairos.
"Yeah?" Kairos said, answering the phone.
"Max is missing. Have you talked to her since yesterday?"
"No," Kairos said simply.
"You'd better get over here," Logan told her.
~*~
Kairos arrived in just under ten minutes.
"Kendra says Max called her at around five or six yesterday asking for directions," Logan explained.
"That doesn't make any sense, Max is a bike messanger--"
"Yes, Original Cindy and I have already established that. Come in here," Logan told her, motioning her to his office. Kairos followed his wheelchair. He stopped in front of his research computer and pointed at the screen. "When I came in here after I got off the phone with you, I found this."
"It's an address for Market Street. Who the hell does Max know on Market Street?" wondered Kairos. Logan typed something into his computer and pictures of Aaron flashed onto the screen, along with the information about him that Logan had given to Max.
"Recognize him?" asked Logan. Kairos nodded touching the screen where Aaron's barcode's picture was. "Kai, are any of you rich?"
"Jesus, Logan, how the hell should I know? I haven't seen of them since we escaped! It's not like we have Manticore family reunions and discuss our financial situations or--" Logan held up his hand.
"Kai!" he said. "God, sorry I asked!" Kairos rolled her eyes.
"Well, it was a stupid question," she told him angrily. "Now, could we please concentrate on finding Max?"
"I was looking up some stuff about Aaron's--"
"Aaron?" interrupted Kairos. Logan nodded.
"Him," Logan said, bringing Aaron's picture back up onto the screen.
"I know who he is, damn it! What does he have to DO with it all?"
"Oh," Logan said. "Right, well, the past couple of years Aaron has been moving from one homeless shelter to the next. Then, a couple months ago he moved into an apartment on Market Street," said Logan. Kairos shrugged.
"So, he's off the streets. Big deal!" she said. "How does that help us find Max?"
"The apartment complex he's living in, Cheviant Studios and Apartments, is one of the most expensive in Seattle. I also checked recent purchases made by Aaron Zerkeland," Logan told Kairos. He brought up a list of merchandise accompanied by prices for each item. "Furniture, dishes, crystal statuettes, etc. All totaling to a very hefty sum."
"He's got money, what's your point?" Kairos asked with irratation. Logan turned his wheelchair towards Kairos.
"All the checks were signed by Lydecker."
~To be continued...~
PlEaSe LeAvE a ReViEw...AnD i'M wOrKiNg On My LeNgTh PrObLeM fOr ThOsE tHaT hAvE cOmPlAiNeD tHaT mInE aRe ToO sHoRt...
"Hello?" Logan said into his phone. It was already eight in the morning, and the only thing waking Logan from his slumber was the ringing of the phone.
"Logan? It's Original! Where the hell is Max?" Original Cindy asked. "Normal's in a pissy mood and if Homegirl don't get her ass here by at least eight-thirty, things could be ugly."
Logan looked around, (and in the process discovering a crick in his neck from sleeping so long in the wheelchair).
"She's not here," he observed. "Have you tried Kendra?"
"No, I mean I figured since--"
"Stay on the line," Logan ordered, cutting Original off and nodding once to himself. He set down the phone and wheeled to his office to retrieve his cellular phone. He dialed Kendra and Max's aparment while returning to the other phone.
"Kendra," Kendra said into the phone.
"Kendra, it's Logan. Original Cindy says Max has yet to show up for work. Could I talk to her?" asked Logan.
"Well, you could, but she's not here," Kendra told him.
"When was the last time you heard from her?" wondered Logan, alarmed suddenly of Max's safety and whereabouts.
"Yesterday when she called from your house," Kendra stated. "She said she had a to deliver a package, and needed directions."
"She must have left when I'd fallen asleep," Logan suggested to himself. "Kendra, hang on a second." Logan picked up his apartment phone. "Original?"
"So, what's the dealio? Was Homegirl around?" said Original Cindy.
"No, Kendra said the last time she'd heard from her was yesterday when Max was leaving my aparment. She mentioned Max had asked for directions for a package she was delivering."
"Hold up, Max is a bike messanger, why the hell would she need directions?" asked Original. Logan shrugged.
"Something doesn't sound right," he told her. "Let me call you back, Original Cindy. Maybe Kairos knows where she is."
Logan hung up with Kendra as well, just in case Max called his cell phone. Then he dialed Kairos.
"Yeah?" Kairos said, answering the phone.
"Max is missing. Have you talked to her since yesterday?"
"No," Kairos said simply.
"You'd better get over here," Logan told her.
~*~
Kairos arrived in just under ten minutes.
"Kendra says Max called her at around five or six yesterday asking for directions," Logan explained.
"That doesn't make any sense, Max is a bike messanger--"
"Yes, Original Cindy and I have already established that. Come in here," Logan told her, motioning her to his office. Kairos followed his wheelchair. He stopped in front of his research computer and pointed at the screen. "When I came in here after I got off the phone with you, I found this."
"It's an address for Market Street. Who the hell does Max know on Market Street?" wondered Kairos. Logan typed something into his computer and pictures of Aaron flashed onto the screen, along with the information about him that Logan had given to Max.
"Recognize him?" asked Logan. Kairos nodded touching the screen where Aaron's barcode's picture was. "Kai, are any of you rich?"
"Jesus, Logan, how the hell should I know? I haven't seen of them since we escaped! It's not like we have Manticore family reunions and discuss our financial situations or--" Logan held up his hand.
"Kai!" he said. "God, sorry I asked!" Kairos rolled her eyes.
"Well, it was a stupid question," she told him angrily. "Now, could we please concentrate on finding Max?"
"I was looking up some stuff about Aaron's--"
"Aaron?" interrupted Kairos. Logan nodded.
"Him," Logan said, bringing Aaron's picture back up onto the screen.
"I know who he is, damn it! What does he have to DO with it all?"
"Oh," Logan said. "Right, well, the past couple of years Aaron has been moving from one homeless shelter to the next. Then, a couple months ago he moved into an apartment on Market Street," said Logan. Kairos shrugged.
"So, he's off the streets. Big deal!" she said. "How does that help us find Max?"
"The apartment complex he's living in, Cheviant Studios and Apartments, is one of the most expensive in Seattle. I also checked recent purchases made by Aaron Zerkeland," Logan told Kairos. He brought up a list of merchandise accompanied by prices for each item. "Furniture, dishes, crystal statuettes, etc. All totaling to a very hefty sum."
"He's got money, what's your point?" Kairos asked with irratation. Logan turned his wheelchair towards Kairos.
"All the checks were signed by Lydecker."
~To be continued...~