Here's the third chapter. I hope you enjoy it. It ain't going nuts...not yet anyways. ^_~

Chapter Three
"What the...how...when...why..." Logan stammered.
"I told you I would repair your window," she told him coolly, not looking up to face him, her eyes looking at the floor. In the sunlight that was streaming down, he could look at her clearly. Her hair was shoulder-length and very dark, down. She was dressed in black trousers, a loose white t-shirt in a gray jacket, and trainers. Unlike many of the people, she seemed to be living fine, maybe was even rich, like Logan. "And I repaired it."
"And how did you get in to my apartment?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I have my ways."
That wasn't much of an answer, he thought. Oh well. Might as well get to the point now. "Okay, I guess I'll just get to the point," he said, wheeling over to the girl who was now leaning by a table. "You are the same girl from last night. Why are you here again?"
She looked up for the first time since they met. Her intense dark eyes lashed out at Logan, at first, cool and calculating. Then, as he looked at her, her eyes began to show something else; was it loneliness? Or was it discomfort? She looked away. "I was sent here."
Logan's heart skipped a beat. From who? Manticore? "From who?"
"Somewhere," she replied distantly.
That wasn't much of an answer, he said for the second time that day. "I sort of figured," he responded, hoping she would give him some answers because this was killing him. "Why were you sent here?"
"For assistance."
He blinked. "In what way?"
She turned to face him. "Perhaps I should start at the beginning."
"That would sound good."
She stood up and walked to the window. The sun beamed down onto her face, making her squint. "I am here because I was told that you would be some sort of an assistance to me," she told him. "You see, I need to retrieve some files. It is important that I get it."
He wheeled over. "What...kind of files?"
"Very important files," she murmured.
"How important?" he pressed.
She glared down at him, making Logan suddenly feel very small compared to this young and quiet girl. "They sure weren't jokin' when they said you were a journalist," she mused, sighing heavily when she figured there was no way to go around the question. "They're genetic files about genetic manipulation, abstraction, anything in reference to DNA sequencing."
Logan was taken aback. Genetic files? DNA sequencing? Who was this girl? How could she want to take some genetic files that were locked, stocked and put away by organizations such as Manticore themselves? He blinked. "G-Genetic files? Aren't you a little too young for this? I mean, no offence, but people are willing to die to get their hands on technology like that."
"Technology that has been researched by dozens of fractions throughout the global village for the past decades," she said evenly. "Which means, technically, they don't have the right to hold information like that exclusively for them. Especially if those files happen to be the legacy from a past generation."
"What are you talking about?"
She swallowed dryly. "Before Manticore, before the entire apocalypse-stuff, there were organizations that were researching on the genetic strands," she explained. "And then all the stuff happened and the organization splinted off. The major part became what you know as Manticore, and the rest ran off to hiding or something. Most of the genetic information was locked up by Manticore to use to make what you would know as genetically enhanced, or possibly genetically engineered beings. Your friend last night, she was enhanced, wasn't she?"
"How did you---" he began, bewildered.
"Know?" she finished calmly. "I know a lot of things, Mr. Cale. By looking at someone, or observing someone, I can tell what kind of person he or she is." She breathed in. "Don't pay attention to me if I'm scaring you, but it's the truth. But anyways, as I was saying, I need those files back. Fast, before they decide to do something foolish. They don't understand what's in those files."
She stopped, allowing the information to sink in. Logan's head was swimming with the information that was just given. How could a girl like her, young and quiet, would want such information? "Why do you need it so bad if you don't want anyone to use it?"
"Because...it is."
At that moment, he understood. "I think I'm going to have to pull some strings on this one," he replied shakily. "But given the time frame...it might take a while. On the meantime, I think you should chill on this and don't go around breaking windows."
She blushed. "I said I was sorry."
He tried to press a grin; to see the girl blush made him realize that she was human after all. "Nonetheless," he continued. "The Manticore personnel likes to keep their mouths shut so...well, it will take a while."
The girl got up and started to stride to the door when she stopped and turned around to face Logan, who had turned around to face her. Their eyes met again, and she then said, "Thank you, Mr. Cale. I appreciate that." She turned around.
Hang on, I need these questions answered. "Wait!"
She turned around, calmly looking at him.
He gulped. "You say you want to recover these files," he said slowly, "then why risk yourself? If whoever hired you wanted this information so badly…why risk their child?"
He could've sworn he saw a glimmer of sorrow. "Because, Mr. Cale," she responded coolly, "it is."
"Oh," he said. He must've sounded like an idiot.
"Anything else?" she asked, to make up for the humiliation.
"Uh, yah," he responded hotly. "When I find anything interesting, how do I contact you?" He fumbled his fingers, thinking, great, the whole world must be laughing at me. I mean, look at me! A cyber journalist in a wheelchair who can't even speak smoothly to a cool class like her without getting all hot and embarrassed. Geez...she must think I'm a total loser. Not that I would want to be, but....
She handed him a piece of paper. "My number's there," she replied calmly, as if giving him his homework. "If..when...you find anything, you can call me up by that number. I have my phone on most of the time, so, feel free."
"Um...one last thing."
She sighed. "Okay," she replied, "what is it?"
"When I talk to you...what do I call you?" he asked.
She paused for a moment, as if she wanted to hide her name. Then she turned around, much to Logan's distress. But before actually stepping beyond the glass doors, she said, "Mugen. Call me...Mugen."

"Honey, you don't look too good."
Original Cindy looked at Max with a worried look on her face. She had every right to be; Max wasn't feeling too good. And it wasn't because of the seizures...she was simply too tired, even though she couldn't sleep. And because of the prank call, it also made her a bit jumpy.
"I'm okay...don't worry," she responded weakly.
"You may say you're okay, but you're face don't show it," Original Cindy pointed out, putting her hands on her hips. "Now, girl, you may be some Wonder Woman, but by the looks of it, you look like you're gonna go through some sort of seizure again."
Max groaned. Sometimes, she wished Cindy didn't have to point out the fact that she was genetically altered or such. "I just had it rough last night, that's all," she told her nonchalantly.
"Lemme guess, you're on yours right now, aren't you!" Original Cindy cried in realization, making Max blush with confusion and embarrassment as fellow co-workers passed by, looking strangely at the two girls. She slapped Max's shoulder and said, "Y'know what you need girl? One of those pills that calm down those nasty cramps..."
"I think I'll pass," Max said softly.
Normal approached the two, who were hanging by the bars. "Okay, you two," he said stiffly, "back to work you go."
"I can, but Max can't," Original Cindy said abruptly. When Normal gave them a scrutinizing look, she leaned over and whispered to the ear that was free, "It's that time of month for her when she doesn't feel like herself and gets really bad cramps, y'know, so I think you better give the girl a break, okay?"
Normal groaned. "Fine, fine. Max, get your sorry butt outta here before you decide to gross out the others," he said sardonically before stalking off.
"He's in a happy mood," Max remarked.
Sketchy and Herbal Thought approached the two girls. "Geez, the place is crawling with military," Sketchy was complaining. "I mean, can't they ever give us a break? Send them to China or something, just don't bother with my routes!"
"What's goin on?" Original Cindy asked.
Herbal scowled. "The downtown core is swarming with military hotshots searching for someone," he told them, "in connection to some assault on their base near here and the death of one of their officers stationed there. Funny thing is, they have no clue who they're looking for. Anyone suspicious, I suppose, but it's nuts."
Could it be the girl? Max wondered. "I really have to go home now," Max told them dryly. "I mean, this cramp is starting to get to me. I think my stomach's lurching---"
A few moments later, Max was on her motorcycle feeling fine and dandy since she was on her baby now. Herbal and Sketchy weren't joking when they said that the military was swarming here and there. Almost ever two blocks there were military personnel in their garb, checking their perimeter and interrogating the surrounding people nearby.
This is crazy, she thought as she reached her home she shared with Kendra. She flopped on the couch, feeling nausea and a headache taking over her. This is weird, she thought. I rarely feel like this. This isn't no seizure coming...I think I just lacked some sleep.
As she reached the washroom to grab some medicine, the phone rang. Annoyed, she rushed over, suddenly regretting it, and snapped up the receiver of the phone. "Hello?" she asked hoarsely.
"You have to leave now."
Ohmigosh, it's the same blasted call, she thought. "No."
"You will put him in danger if you stay here."
Am I? she wondered. "He understands the risks---"
"If you care for him so, you will not hurt him. You must leave."
She sulked, the receiver still to her ear. Was it true? If she stayed, was she endangering her friends around her, including Logan? She knew they were taking risks, but to lose someone, that was one hell of a risk. But if she were to lose him---
C'mon, Max, you're there.
Not all the time.
I hate this, but you can't just run out on him.
But you like the guy---it's a shame to lose someone as good-looking as him...
She gulped. "I'm going." She hung up.

"Logan."
"Not right now," he told her.
Max pouted. "It's important," she told him, like a five-year-old. He was pretty busy and it was important, it had to do with the information that the strange girl...Mugen...wanted. He just hoped that Max wasn't noticing the information. He replaced the screen quickly with another screen (gosh, he was good at that) and worked on his paper.
He looked up, his blue eyes meeting hers. Oh, gosh, how she wanted to go up and embrace him, and never let go. But her mind was made up, and she couldn't bear to lose him. No, this would have to do. Now. Whether her heart will take it or not.
Breathe, Max, breathe.
Something was definitely wrong, and Logan to feel it. Just looking up into her eyes made him feel the connection. C'mon, her blood's in you, he coaxed. Geez, it's kind of obvious that you can sense some things out of the ordinary. But something was up. Something big. He could tell it in her eyes were sad. It pained him to see that.
Breathe, Logan, breathe.
"So...what's up?" he asked softly, carefully.
She swallowed dust. This was already aching her, and she hadn't even said a single word yet. Already, she was already stricken and sick of the words. "Logan, I'm going to be away for a while," she told him dryly, twitching inwardly.
Max...why? Logan blinked. What did she say? No, it can't be! He felt a pang of pain strike him through his heart. He wanted to reach out to her in the fairly close distance and plead for her not to go. Why, he'd do it for all eternity if it'll make her stay. But he had to keep things neutral. It would be just not like him. After all, they were already in shaky grounds. "W-Why?"
Because, things are changing and I don't want you to get hurt amidst all this fighting, Logan. I want you to be safe. Like always. Like before you met me. She was holding back slightly, he could see a twitch in emotion. She was still getting used to having emotions, but somehow she was fighting them at the moment. "Things," she muttered. "I have things to deal with and stuff."
"But, Max, Lydecker..."
"Yah, I know, don't worry," she said hurriedly. "I won't be long. I can take care of myself. It's not that far off, but y'know, things can happen here and there, and when that time comes, I'll be ready." She was bumbling whatever she can think off, her inside voice telling her to scram before someone gets hurt. She was lying to someone she cared, something she didn't think she would ever do.
But these were strange times.
But what if you were all set but you do get hurt? Then what? Who's going to catch you when you fall? Why don't you want me to catch you? Logan gulped. He was fighting his emotions raw with every intestine he could manage with. Keep it platonic, Logan, he told himself harshly. It won't be too long. Right? He sighed, trying to calm his hormones and emotions low. "How long...will you be...gone?"
I don't know, Logan. I don't know. "I'll be back before you know it," she assured half-heartedly, as much as she could possibly say. She then flashed a reassuring smile, wondering, Is this enough? How can a smile possibly keep someone from wondering otherwise?
His eyes were downcast, but he nodded. "Okay."
Dammit, Logan, why did you have to make me feel this way? she thought. But her heart was tugging hard. It was hurting. Conscience and heart began to collide as she leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
Logan swallowed. Don't go. "You...better get going."
I wish I could stay. "Yah."
Before she could exchange more words, she stood up straight, and, looking at him helplessly one more time, she pivoted on her heel and left the room.
Max...