Hey! here's the second chapter...sorry it's so short. R&R!

Chapter Two
"Take care of him."
It was still in her head as she lay down silently on her bed, thinking the events through. This strange girl just jumps into Logan's window literally, fighting a military officer, carrying state-of-the-art rifle and not to mention to young to go around per say. Was she in Manticore at one point?
"This is all too strange, Max, people jumping through my windows like that. Geez, now I have to figure out how to open my heater without the wind from outside sucking it all away!" Logan had complained with a frown fixed on his face.
"Find a way," she had told him.
She closed her eyes. She was trying to sleep for a while now, but she couldn't find peace. Her mind was still pondering on the bare thought of the following events that it made her restless and weary. I have a feeling that this isn't the end of this little event, she thought restlessly. I just hope Logan isn't freezing in his apartment right now.
The thought of Logan huddling in the blankets due to the frosty wind outside coming through the gaping hole in his window amused her slightly. Poor guy, she thought. I hope he's okay...The thought still dominated in her mind. Okay, Max, you can stop thinking about him now. You have bigger things to worry about, like how you're going to work up in Jam Pony tomorrow.
Without warning, the telephone rang.
Hoping the call didn't wake her roommate, Kendra, she rolled out of her bed and grabbed the black cordless phone from the nightstand. I wonder who would be calling at this time of night, she thought. It's probably Logan, complaining his brains off about how cold it is, probably needing a soundboard...oh well, I don't mind. "Hello?"
"He's in danger. You have to leave."
What kind of sick joke is this? "Who is this?"
"If you wish to save him, you have to leave him, now."
Is this Zack? she wondered. No, it couldn't be. She wouldn't dare try to call her without raising suspicion from Manticore. They were already renegades. Who is this person? Was he trying to scare her? Perhaps a prank call? "What are you talking about?" she asked, swallowing dryly.
"I think you know who I'm talking about."
Ohmigosh, Logan, she realized. She then shook her head. No, this is just a prank call. Just click the off button...c'mon, Max, you can do it, she coaxed herself, clicking the phone shut and placing it back on the nightstand. By then, she had a cold sweat drenched on her.
What the hell was that all about? she wondered as she lay back down on her bed. Logan isn't in trouble...unless you count the broken window. Besides, Manticore...Lydecker...is after my siblings, not Logan and me. As far as anyone is concerned, he isn't even in the scene of what's going on...so how could anyone find out? We've been so careful...he's been so careful. No...he isn't in trouble.
Thinking that way, she drifted off to sleep.

"Damn, we almost got her," Markham snickered in disgust as he threw the headset onto the table, on top of the clutter of papers and equipment set up in a disarray of wires and plugs. The personal jungle from hell.
Behind him, Lydecker scoffed. Pathetic, he thought to himself bitterly. You try and order one of these goofballs to carry out a simple job and they can't even do it for whatever reason! Which obviously proves that you can never trust anyone for anything. "Quit complaining, Agent, and try another way of getting her out," he barked.
Markham stiffened. "Yes, sir!"
Lydecker furiously folded his arms across his chest, contemplating as the agent grumbled and set to work. Informants picked up that Max, one of his "children" from X5, within Manticore, was both an employee to some delivery place called Jam Pony, and an employee to a cyber journalist named Mr. Cale. Now, why would she be working for a cyber journalist such as Mr. Cale? he wondered.
Nonetheless, he thought. This is the greatest way to infiltrate her out to where she's vulnerable. If my thoughts are correct, she's well affectionate of this journalist...she'll jump if he was in danger. So we make it look like he is...or will be, whatever it maybe. When she gets out of Seattle...bam! He grinned at his extraordinary wit. I'm such a genius...if only those jarheads up in the military could realize that too...
Markham spewed a line of curses after some electricity bit him.
He sighed. He had to fix this idiot up before he goes on the mission with him.

"Long day, Mr. Cale?" Bling asked as he pushed Logan's wheelchair into his apartment.
"More or less," Logan replied. "Meeting up with those doctors is like making me stay in a room filled with military guys for like, a week! They kept talking and talking while I kept nodding and nodding. It was stupid of me to do that, but I had to listen." He shrugged as he tossed his bag aside.
"Are you going to go through with it?"
Logan nodded.
Bling sighed. "Well, I got to get going, Mr. Cale," he told him. "Have to do some things at my place before my wife comes home from her work. You know how she is when you don't have everything down." He winked as Logan grinned. "Well, got to go now. Later, sir."
"Have fun," Logan hollered as the door shut.
Alone again. Logan sighed as he wheeled to his living room. "Now, about that window..." He stopped mid-sentence as he gaped at the window where the gigantic hole was last night. It was already repaired, nice and new. No charred glass, or anything. Perfect.
And standing by the window, was the girl from last night.