{Crash} 7:30 PM
Max walked in, and seeing the gang at their usual table, went over. Herbal stood up and offered her his chair.
"Thanks Herbal..." Max sighed gratefully as she sat down, not so gracefully as she might have, been she not with child.
"So boo, how's my little boo doing?" Original Cindy asked, scooting her chair closer and questioning with her eyes if she might try to feel the baby move. Max nodded, and Cindy put her hand on her stomach. Max felt it kick, and Original Cindy immediately obtained a huge smile.
"I think she's going to be one heck of a playa (((kick ass girl))). Like her mom." Original Cindy stated.
"How ya figure?" Sketchy asked.
"Original Cindy knows her chicks."
Max just sat back and laughed, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the club. She had just closed her eyes, when Cindy nudged her, saying, "Hey Max. We've got company"
Max's eyes snapped open, scanning the bar quickly. "Damn" she swore, as half a dozen military men entered, going to the bar and talking to the bar tender. He pointed towards her table.
"Guys, we gotta get outta here." Max said, quickly standing up and dragging Cindy with her.
"What's up Max?" Herbal asked, looking around the club, trying to find out what was wrong.
"Just go! Now!" Max ordered, pushing them out ahead of her. Suddenly, the military men caught sight oh her, and they pushed people aside, trying to get to her. She shoved Cindy one last time, and said, when Cindy looked back at her, "Go! And don't look back!"
She couldn't move quite as fast as she used to, and she decided she had to find somewhere to hide. By this time, everyone in the club was watching the drama unfold before them. Max leapt up the stairs, looking for a window, or door, anything that would let her out. There was nothing. She was trapped. Her last words before Lydecker's men put her under were, "God Logan, I'm sorry. I love you"
{Crash} 9:10 PM
Logan pulled up outside of Crash. But it wasn't Crash anymore. All that was left was a burning shell of a building. "Oh God...not Max! No...not Max...oh God..." Logan leapt out of his car and braved the flames to search the building. He franticly searched the dead bodies for a familiar face. Finding nothing, he raced upstairs. Once again nothing. Logan fell to his knees, screaming "Nooo!!!!" as the tears started, flowing fast, hard, and long. "Max! I love you! Why? Why me? Oh God, why her? The baby! Oh God, damn you!!!" As the heat became unbearable, Logan finally rose slowly, and made his way outside, not bothering to run through the fire this time. Nothing could hurt more then losing Max. He just didn't care. He managed to get in the car, and somehow through the haze that was clouding his being, he started home.
Fumbling with his keys, Logan swore, and the tears came again, never ending, without limit as he stood outside their penthouse. ((OUR penthouse...there is no such thing anymore...she's gone....Lydecker...that son of a bitch!)) Finally opening the door, he didn't bother to close it as he made his way to the kitchen cabinet where he kept all his hard liqueur. He rarely had a use for it, mostly it was for cooking purposes, but he was well stocked. He grabbed several bottles. They could have been cooking oil for all he cared. Making his was to the couch, he took his first gulp, recoiling at the harsh taste in his mouth. Pushing all other though aside, he continued to guzzle the bottles down, trying to rid himself of the emotional pain...the pain that he could feel physically.
Logan muttered throughout his drinking spree....once and a while coming up with something intelligible. "Son of a bitch Lydecker. I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do." he vowed to himself. To Max. To their un-born child. Whilst opening yet another bottle, he passed out, muttering "Son of a...." as the liquid spilled out onto the wood floor.
{Foggle Towers} 8:00 am, on the 8th
Bling found him that way the next morning. He had come over to put Logan through his once weekly exercises. When he had come out of the elevator and seen the open door, his thoughts were leaning towards the bad side. Words were racing each other inside his head as he searched the rooms. ((revenge, Eye's Only....death...Max! The baby!))
Finally coming upon Logan on the couch, Bling sighed, then his relief turned to worry. ((Why was he drinking? Where's Max?))
"Logan!" Bling shook his shoulder hard to wake him up.
"Hey...don't do that!" Logan complained, groggily waking and holding his throbbing head.
"What happened Logan? Where's Max?"
At the mention of Max, Logan teared up right off. He couldn't help it. The love of his life, his soulmate, was in the hands of Lydecker...and in the place she never wanted to return to...hadn't wanted their child to return to the horrors she had seen and felt as young solider. Manticore....she would have rather died then go back there....maybe she was dead....Lydecker would probably kill her when he saw she was pregnant.
"God! Logan! What happened?" Bling repeated, now fearing the worst.
Logan sputtered, finally managing to complete a sentence. "They took her...Max...God..." he broke down once again, and Bling gave up for the moment. Instead, he went and got some Advil and a glass of water to help combat the raging headache Logan must have...judging by the many bottles littered around the kitchen and couch, he had had enough to make an elephant pass out....
"Ok." Bling said, bringing the Advil and water to Logan, and sitting down next to him. "Take this, and tell me what happened."
Taking a deep breath, Logan began. "She went out to Crash...she promised it would be the last time....I agreed to pick her up at 9..." His eyes stared into nothingness. Bling gently shook him again.
"What happened then Logan?"
"....I got there...and...it was gone...someone....set a fire....Max....gone...Lydecker..." suddenly, Logan shouted "Lydecker you son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!"
"Hey! Whoa there big boy!" Bling grabbed at Logan, you had stood up and was trying to walk towards the door. "Just wait a minute. You can't go anywhere like that....and what exactly were you planning on doing?"
"Whatever it takes" Logan replied, somewhat calmer. "Whatever it takes"
