Original Cindy couldn't believe what she was just told. Her boo was going to a charity banquet. Not only was she going to a charity banquet, of all things, but she was going in a dress that her very obviously rich boyfriend had bought for her. Had she woken up and hit her head too hard on her headboard in the process?
Shaking her head and staring at Max over the cup of coffee they were sharing, she raised her eyebrows. "Girl, don't you be forgetting your homegirls now that you're all going to these rich people charity things."
Max laughed. "Don't worry, I would never give up you or Kendra for those snots. All they talk about is their stock portfolios or political stuff that makes me want to shoot myself in the head."
Their conversation was interrupted by a crash and a hair-raising screech of horror. They turned around to see Normal, complete with his microphone head-set, brown loafers, tan slacks, and that polo shirt he always wore dripping from head to toe in a yellow-brown...goo. Sketchy was sprawled on the floor about five feet away in a tangle of packages and his bicycle. A package, by the looks of it where the goo originated from was at Normal's feet. Sketchy scrambled up and ran his hands through his hair, his eyes big.
"Uh...oops."
At that remark, Jam Pony Express employees burst out laughing. Sketchy's little...fall would certainly keep Normal from running into the path of incoming bicyles like he constantly did on a daily basis for a while.
"You think this is funny? It's not funny! Get back to work all of you! Bip bip bip!" Normal fumed. "I'm going to go change. Original Cindy, you're in charge. Make sure all packages marked--"
"I know the drill Normal, go get yourself out of that...goo. Don't worry 'bout me, Original Cindy's got you covered."
Max's pager went off at that moment. 555-1669. Logan. Biting on her lower lip, she grabbed a random package. "Gotta blaze."
"Where you goin, girl?" Original Cindy asked.
"Gonna meet up with a friend."

Max smiled to herself when she saw him. His back was towards her and he hadn't heard her enter. As usual, he was typing away at the computer. How that man could sit still for hours in front of some stupid machine was beyond her. How anyone could possibly do that was amazing. Max couldn't sit still for two minutes. She didn't like to sit, so it didn't matter anyways. Knocking on the door frame, she smiled as Logan turned his head around and smiled at her. His eyes always lit up when they saw her. They were blue. So amazingly blue. How come she had never noticed how beautiful his eyes were before?
Logan cleared his throat. "Hey."
Max walked up behind him and peered over his shoulder at the computer screen. A file had been pulled up of a man. He was dark-skinned with squinty eyes. He had slicked back black hair and a bit of a Logan-ish scruff on his face. "Looks like someone lost a beauty pageant."
"His name is Edward Steele," Logan selected the file and enlarged it. "He is the leader of a terrorist group called Delta9. Delta9 is a highly sophisticated elite group of terrorists that were held responsible for the outbreak of ebola in St. Louis, Missouri in '19 and they have literally an arsenol of biological agents that include the new virus, X54 which they created."
"That's all very nice but what's the big deal?" Max pushed a piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear and crossed her arms.
"X54 is a very fatal pathogen. Once a victim is exposed to it, they die within two days of the exposure." Logan brought up a grotesque picture of a freshly dead X54 female victim. Her skin had split to the bone and large, black oozing legions had taken over half of her face.
"Gross." Max made a face.
"Sources tell me that Delta9 is planning on creating a "perfect world" by killing hundreds, thousands with this virus. Those who they believe to be a "perfect citizen" will receive an antidote which will make them immune to the symptoms."
"Survival of the fittest." Max murmered.
Logan looked up at her and adjusted his glasses. "Exactly."