"I'm not seeing anything Zack," Krit exclaimed as he looked through the binoculars over to the sixteenth story penthouse. "I can see the place you're talking about. Windows smashed in..... general mess of the place.... but nobodies home."
The binoculars were taken from his hands as Zack looked through and his jaw went firm, "You're right."
Krit nodded knowingly, "I usually am. You just don't listen."
Zack shot him a glare and looked back through the binoculars, "I think I'm going to check it out. I'll see if I can get into there from the floor below. Try and surprise anyone in case it's a trap." Zack looked to Krit, "Stay here. Don't go anywhere."
Before Krit could complain Zack was already heading for the door heading from the roof to the stairs and down to the street. "Yes, your majesty," Krit said to himself as he waited several moments before descending the stairs after him. He continued to talk to himself as he went, "Wait here, do this, do that. My time to do something useful."
Zack had sat at the open window for almost fifteen minutes listening for noise but he couldn't hear anything over the howl of the wind. He finally decided that Krit was right and he started to climb to the penthouse. He gritted his teeth as the thick glass from the windows cut into his fingers. He pulled himself up easily and stood up brushing himself off.
"Nice of you to show up," Krit stated matter-of-factly.
Zack looked from Krit who was sitting on the couch and then to Logan who was tied in his wheel chair in front of his desk. "I thought I told you to stay put. How'd you get here?"
A small smile spread across Krit's features as he kept his eyes on Logan because he didn't want to see Zack's face when he spoke, "There was a convenient doorway and elevator just outside the apartment door. Imagine that. Glad I didn't waste my time climbing through the window."
Logan couldn't suppress a smile at Krit's innocent sarcasm and it didn't go unnoticed by Zack, "What the hell happened here? I guess we can all thank you that they took Max and are on their way to Manticore."
Gripping his hands in an attempt to restrain his anger, Logan spoke through gritted teeth, "They didn't go back to Manticore. They took Max wherever they're holding Syl and Zane. I'm guessing that the tracker over in that corner will lead you in the right direction."
Zack looked over to the tracker and immediately turned it on and began calibrating it. Krit looked over to Logan and smiled winningly, "You all met?"
"Something like that. I guess you could say Zack's a big fan of my work. The name's Logan."
"Krit," he extended his hand to shake Logan's and then laughed to himself as he remembered that Logan was tied to the chair. "Should I let him out Zack?"
Zack was so preoccupied with the tracker that it took him a moment to look up, he had a look of anger on his face and both Krit and Logan knew who it was directed to, "Keep him in that chair."
Shrugging, Krit stood up and looked down at the tracker as Zack tried to make sense of it, "Is it just me or is this really useless?" Krit stated before leaning against the wall.
"The tracker is only useful if you're near the tracking device. It's used so you can follow exactly where the person or vehicle is. The problem is that we can see where they are but we don't know how they got there from here," Zack explained in a very parental manner.
"Or you could just triangulate the street patterns and find out where they are. You know how to do that right?" Logan's voice rang out in the room and the cynicism cut through him visibly.
In just a few steps Zack was next to Logan and with a few cuts from a large military style knife Logan was free. "Do what you have to and hurry. Don't say anything else. You can't walk but we'll see if you can fly."
The threat stung Logan as he maneuvered in front of his computer and started typing. It was bad enough that he had to face his own disability without Zack pointing it out. In a matter of minutes Logan had already triangulated the position of the tracking device and showed Zack exactly where it was coming from.
Krit stayed silent throughout the process and finally spoke up, "Doesn't it seem a little odd? The whole tracker and tracking device. Just seems a little too much like a trap."
A serious look from Zack shut Krit up as he replied, "Of course it's a trap. Doesn't mean we aren't going."
Zack had already locked the directions away in his memory and he signaled for Krit to follow him as he walked to the door. Just before his hand reached the handle a voice rang out behind him, "Your welcome."
Several moments of silence past and the tension was palpable. Zack looked as if he was about to turn around but simply stepped out into the hallway and towards the elevator. Before leaving Krit looked back at Logan and nodded towards Zack and shrugged. Then he mouthed the words "Thank you" and followed Zack.
Logan sighed as he looked at his legs and cursed his luck once more before turning back to his computer and setting his mind to the task of finding some way he could help Max from where he was.
The binoculars were taken from his hands as Zack looked through and his jaw went firm, "You're right."
Krit nodded knowingly, "I usually am. You just don't listen."
Zack shot him a glare and looked back through the binoculars, "I think I'm going to check it out. I'll see if I can get into there from the floor below. Try and surprise anyone in case it's a trap." Zack looked to Krit, "Stay here. Don't go anywhere."
Before Krit could complain Zack was already heading for the door heading from the roof to the stairs and down to the street. "Yes, your majesty," Krit said to himself as he waited several moments before descending the stairs after him. He continued to talk to himself as he went, "Wait here, do this, do that. My time to do something useful."
Zack had sat at the open window for almost fifteen minutes listening for noise but he couldn't hear anything over the howl of the wind. He finally decided that Krit was right and he started to climb to the penthouse. He gritted his teeth as the thick glass from the windows cut into his fingers. He pulled himself up easily and stood up brushing himself off.
"Nice of you to show up," Krit stated matter-of-factly.
Zack looked from Krit who was sitting on the couch and then to Logan who was tied in his wheel chair in front of his desk. "I thought I told you to stay put. How'd you get here?"
A small smile spread across Krit's features as he kept his eyes on Logan because he didn't want to see Zack's face when he spoke, "There was a convenient doorway and elevator just outside the apartment door. Imagine that. Glad I didn't waste my time climbing through the window."
Logan couldn't suppress a smile at Krit's innocent sarcasm and it didn't go unnoticed by Zack, "What the hell happened here? I guess we can all thank you that they took Max and are on their way to Manticore."
Gripping his hands in an attempt to restrain his anger, Logan spoke through gritted teeth, "They didn't go back to Manticore. They took Max wherever they're holding Syl and Zane. I'm guessing that the tracker over in that corner will lead you in the right direction."
Zack looked over to the tracker and immediately turned it on and began calibrating it. Krit looked over to Logan and smiled winningly, "You all met?"
"Something like that. I guess you could say Zack's a big fan of my work. The name's Logan."
"Krit," he extended his hand to shake Logan's and then laughed to himself as he remembered that Logan was tied to the chair. "Should I let him out Zack?"
Zack was so preoccupied with the tracker that it took him a moment to look up, he had a look of anger on his face and both Krit and Logan knew who it was directed to, "Keep him in that chair."
Shrugging, Krit stood up and looked down at the tracker as Zack tried to make sense of it, "Is it just me or is this really useless?" Krit stated before leaning against the wall.
"The tracker is only useful if you're near the tracking device. It's used so you can follow exactly where the person or vehicle is. The problem is that we can see where they are but we don't know how they got there from here," Zack explained in a very parental manner.
"Or you could just triangulate the street patterns and find out where they are. You know how to do that right?" Logan's voice rang out in the room and the cynicism cut through him visibly.
In just a few steps Zack was next to Logan and with a few cuts from a large military style knife Logan was free. "Do what you have to and hurry. Don't say anything else. You can't walk but we'll see if you can fly."
The threat stung Logan as he maneuvered in front of his computer and started typing. It was bad enough that he had to face his own disability without Zack pointing it out. In a matter of minutes Logan had already triangulated the position of the tracking device and showed Zack exactly where it was coming from.
Krit stayed silent throughout the process and finally spoke up, "Doesn't it seem a little odd? The whole tracker and tracking device. Just seems a little too much like a trap."
A serious look from Zack shut Krit up as he replied, "Of course it's a trap. Doesn't mean we aren't going."
Zack had already locked the directions away in his memory and he signaled for Krit to follow him as he walked to the door. Just before his hand reached the handle a voice rang out behind him, "Your welcome."
Several moments of silence past and the tension was palpable. Zack looked as if he was about to turn around but simply stepped out into the hallway and towards the elevator. Before leaving Krit looked back at Logan and nodded towards Zack and shrugged. Then he mouthed the words "Thank you" and followed Zack.
Logan sighed as he looked at his legs and cursed his luck once more before turning back to his computer and setting his mind to the task of finding some way he could help Max from where he was.
