Author's Note: the roles of Det. Sung, Sketchy, and Normal are currently being re-cast. We are also looking for original characters to be bad guys (Reds, government agents, etc.) Please visit the RPG folder at www.delphi.com/darkangelfans/messages for information, or contact me at jennem@bigfoot.com.
Point of View: LOGAN ****************************************
Max is jealous. I can't believe it. I wonder if it's actually me she's jealous over, or if she's just protecting her territory. And...I'll have to think about that later.
I show her what little I've been able to locate so far. "I don't know what the dealio is, as you so eloquently put it. They're produced in Vermont, which is slowing down any information on their production. We can't even be sure at this point if these were produced by the same company--someone could be doing a good mockup job. The other question, beyond production, is how the hell everyone suddenly knows so much about Manticore? I can understand drugs causing hallucinations, but these people are pulling out facts."
Max laughs. "Tell me about it. I wonder if the tattoo parlors are doing good business in applying bar codes."
"That's not a bad question," I reply. "I should have someone check that out. In the meantime, we're going to have to get our hands on a couple of infected people. See if we can get their minds clear enough to give us an idea of what's going on."
"Start with Normal," she said. "I've always wanted to get inside that man's mind."
"Good idea. I'll see what I can do," I tell her, writing down a few notes. "Now, Max, about Terry."
Point of View: JONDIE ****************************************
Stepping off the plane was perhaps one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Right next to giving up quite a large chunk of my salary to get on this stupid flight. And of course trying to smuggle my dog on the flight. I confess I take the poor thing everywhere.
The whole way over I questioned my going. "Why am I doing this??" I mean going to the source of a problem this monumental was probably not going to do anything..."But get me killed.." I said it out loud in the best Zack impression I could muster. I was still mad at him...we both had tempers.and they often collided. I was not one to take orders easily, well at least not since I had gained this pseudo-freedom...let's just say Zack's agenda put a look on my face like the one I used to get during live ordinance drills, a mix of terror and grim determination.
I am shaken from my ever-wandering thoughts by some crazy woman bumping into me. I look at her oddly...she looks possessed. "Gotta problem?" I instantly reprimand myself...I've really got to calm my nerves..take things as they come. I continue walking trying to fit in, however fitting into this crowd constitutes acting like a maniac. I wrestle with the idea...and finally give in.
"Lydecker" I scream..that feels weird..."we have the objective in sight." I sigh to myself..I felt like a true spectacle, but hey at least I blended in. I continued on trying to be the true actress that I'm truly not. Then, to my surprise, someone grabs me. I give him a look that could take out a whole herd of unsuspecting bike messengers. "It's ok...we're going to help you." His gentle grip tightens on my arm, as my muscles tense.
Point of View: ORIGINAL CINDY ****************************************
I watch as Normal comes stumbling out of the bathroom and over to me.
"Finally, here ya' go," I say, handing Normal the headset. "Original Cindy's taken care of everythin' so far, but I gotta blaze, I'm taken a run, then I'm taken the day off" I notice Normal's looking a little dazed and confused, "you okay Normal, I mean, your paler then your usual pasty faced self?"
Normal nods his head yes, and as I walk to the door he starts yelling out orders.
/guess he's feeling fine now/ I think to myself.
As a hop on my bike, and ride down town, on my way to deliver my last run of the day, more of these tripped out peeps are running around. Sketchy was right, it's like everyone's suddenly gone off on a bad trip.
All of a sudden, a guy jumps in front of me yelling "where's Max? Max I need back up!! Now, Lydecker's on me, what do I do? MAX!!"
I jump off my bike and grab the guy by the collar. "Listen buddy, I don't know what you're yappin' about, but I want you to stop talking about my girl Max and get outta my way!"
the guy tries to hit me, and I grab is arm, he yells "enemy attack" and runs away from me.
/what the h*ll has gotten into people? has everyone totally lost it?/. "it's time to call Max, see what my boo's up to, and if she knows what the dealio is about why half the town is yellin' her name"
I deliver my last package, and then stop at a pay phone and dial Max's number.
Point of View: MAX ****************************************
"About Terry," Logan begins.
Uhoh, don't like where this is going. Better stop it before it goes anywhere I'm not ready to take it.
"Look, you don't owe me an explanation. She's helping you with a mission, right? Some sort of witness to something or other?"
"You could say that," he says, tilting his head and looking up at me, "But that's not what I meant. Terry is, a . . . uh, . . . "
Why's he having a problem with this. I thought the boy was blind to Terry's, er, advances.
"Terry's what? An old girlfriend? It's ok, Logan, I'm fine with it."
"Are you sure?" He's giving me one of his quizzical looks.
"Why? Should I be not fine with it?"
Before he can reply, Bling walks in with Miss Terry herself. She's coyly smiling at him and being disgustingly cute. She's flirting with him. Good.
Then she turns it on Logan. Bad.
Point of View: BLING ****************************************
If they had tails... They would be fully frizzed up.
Max and... Terry.
I'm really starting to feel bad... Max was all about finding her siblings, now she has one and they're totally at each other's throats. At least it's not literally... yet.
But.. I better move some of these vases to a lower shelf, just in case.
I feel like I'm on the inside of practical joke that's about to go really bad.
I'm really surprised at Max. She's always a little jealous of any female around Logan... but this is something totally different. The two of them are... pointed at each other. I wonder if they were this competitive at Manticore.
Time to be brave, I walk between the two of them slowly to get an empty tea cup from Logan... and... whew.
That little break in eye contact and they're off to neutral corners.
Logan sees it too.
Now they're pretending NOT to look at each other. I have an idea... I hope this works.
"Logan, I'm going to need an hour off to go to the gym..."
Logan looks at me like I'm nuts. I walk over and stand next to Terry, then turn back to Logan.
"Although my spotter canceled on me because of all the craziness out there. I hope I can find a replacement or I'm going to have switch up my workout."
I head into the kitchen....
Here kitty kitty kitty.
Point of View: TINGA ****************************************
What's that lousy pickup line I've heard more than a few times...'Baby, I hate it when you leave but I love to watch you go'? Something like that. It definitely flits through my head as Bling heads away.
I don't know what his game is, though. Turns up the charm when others are around, turns it down when we're alone. Well, if you call touring the streets of a drug addled Seattle //alone//. If I fully analyzed it, I'm sure I could figure it out. But I might not like the answer. So I'll do what I always do, stall and improvise till the answer I like comes up.
I look over at Logan and Max. They're watching me, Logan with befuddled amusement, Max with jealousy mingled with disgust. Why that girl rubs me the wrong way is beyond me. It's like we have some old beef we don't remember...
Whatever. I'm getting //far// too introspective in my old age. I let a predatory smile grow on my face and follow after him. He's pouring himself a water, leaning serenely against the counter. His face is a mask of calm detachment.
We'll see if it stays that way. I move in, too close, one leg on either side of him. Calmly I reach for the water pitcher behind him, "accidentally" brushing his arm. Pouring a glass of water without looking anywhere but his eyes, I say, "//I// can spot you."
He chuckles. "I'm sure you can." He hasn't moved an inch, still doesn't seem phased by the breaking of his personal bubble. That's almost more intriguing than the merely obvious. "Got some workout clothes?"
"If I don't, I'm sure I could borrow some from Miss Thing's everyday wardrobe. What does a man like Logan see in a girl like Max, anyway?"
My mind locks on that last statement and starts replaying it in a loop, like it does when I've just figured out a major clue. Only this couldn't be that, could it?
'A girl like Max...' still echoes insanely through my head, and suddenly I don't see the kitchen, I see the barracks, I see Zack, I see Jondie and Eva...and Max.
The same eyes. Why didn't I realize she has the same eyes?
"Max..." I barely realize I've whispered it. Abruptly I spin and dart out of the room, just as the phone starts to ring...
Point of View: NORMAL ****************************************
It's been about an hour and from what I've been able to gather it seems my name is Normal? what kind of dumb name is that? Oh, well.
That "Herbal" guy seems to be the key to this but I just can't understand a word he's saying. It might be code but if it is I can't break it.
I decided to search the counter and nearby area for a key sheet or hint to unlock his speech...no luck!
"Yes!? Who? Sketchy? hold on a moment. Sketchy!?..." I half order and ask holding the phone.
A cute guy walks up to the counter and picks up the phone. I was thinking of getting his number when I accidentally saw a my reflection in a small out of the way mirror.....I.......I was...was ..a...man!....and a old ugly one at that! I thought. Where was my face? I said examining the face in the mirror.
I checked myself by pulling my shirt out...."What the!..." I stopped, as everyone turned to look at me. Did ...was ...this ...part of the assignment? I had to contact base and find out what was going on. I needed answers and only Lydecker would have them.
"You....Sketchy...I'm leaving you in charge!" I ordered as he was still talking on the phone. I quickly left and ran up the ramp to the outside. I had to find a secure line to contact Manticore but where?
Point of View: MAX ****************************************
I watch Terry follow Bling into the kitchen. Bling may be incredibly wise, but he's no playa. I hope he knows what he's doing. Terry's the kind that swallows 'em hole, then spits 'em out.
Logan looks up at me, "Max, Terry is - " He gets cut off by the phone ringing. He grabs it, almost swearing. He wants to tell me something about Miss Terry, but keeps getting interrupted.
The phone is Det. Sung. It's about the gummies. But I don't get to listen because Terry comes sprinting out of the kitchen. She stops when she sees me, and stares.
Like she's sizing me up as competition. Well, I can take as well as I give, and I can dish it out good.
"Terry," I begin, in a sugary voice, "What's wrong? Can't decide which one you want?"
Point of View: LOGAN ****************************************
Tinga knows. It was obvious. It was the first time I'd seen her off center since she first showed up with Bling. And she took off before I could tell exactly how she feels about it.
The phones ringing, but for once the machine can get it. It's Sung, but I can't leave these two alone even to talk to him.
Tinga turns again and returns to the kitchen. She won't answer Max.
Max is looking after Tinga, confused. Well, irritated as hell, but now confused too.
"Max, we need to talk, and not here. Let's go downstairs, there has to be someplace around here that's not crawling with Manticorny addicts."
She turns that pissed expression on me. "Are you sure you can bear to leave little miss Terry for even a few minutes? You might miss her next makeup application."
"Max, I couldn't care less about her damn makeup." I lower my voice. "She's here for another reason and if you come with me I'd be happy to explain it to you."
Max is regaining control of her attitude. "Why would I care if you've got a little houseguest? But if it's really all that important, fine, talk to me."
"Not here. There's a coffee shop down the street." Betting that she won't trust me to be alone in the streets right now, I head out, hoping Max will follow. Passing by the kitchen, I tell Bling we'll be right back. Max trails me, reluctantly, into the elevator and punches the button.
The streets in this section are relatively quiet for the moment. Looks like the X5 wannabes have a mission in another sector. We make it to the coffee shop without incident.
"So?" she asks. "What's so important about the fabulous Terry?"
Might as well just spit it out, then. She needs to know.
"Max, her name's not Terry. She didn't recognize you at first, although I think she just did."
"I'm still not following you, Logan."
"Max, that's Tinga."
Point of View: MAX ****************************************
Logan wants me to follow him to this coffee shop so that we can talk about Terry. Sitting in the coffee shop, he drops the bomb on me.
"Max, that's Tinga."
Tinga? My sister is Terry? Boy did she change. The Tinga I remember was never so, well, predatory. It could be from all the years she's spent out there doing god knows what.
"Tinga?" I finally say, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Max, she's, well, Tinga had to leave her previous address because things got to hot there for her. She's an unknown quantity, Max."
"So you don't trust her?"
"Not quite. She seems the type that'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants, and then throw it away as soon as she's bored. I asked for her help, but she'll only help as much as it benefits her."
He's right. Tinga would have been willing to go to the mat for me, or anyone of us. I'm not so sure about Terry, especially if she keeps chasing Bling and Logan.
Logan's studying me with a bemused expression on his face.
"What?"
"Your reaction to Terry. Or, I should say, to her flirting with me."
Better derail this train before it leaves the station. "What reaction? And don't you have to call Det. Sung back?"
Point of View: ZACK ****************************************
As I walked down the street towards the airport I wondered if max thought I was dead. Getting on the small bush plane I sat at the window. The pilot got in and I gave him his five hundred dollars in exchange for safe passage to Seattle, no questions asked.
When I arrived in Seattle the people were acting strange they were shouting about Lydecker, and saying names of my siblings.
I rented a hotel room in town. For now I decided to lay low for awhile, and there I stayed watching and waiting . . .
Point of View: LOGAN ****************************************
Max is pulling back again. A few minutes ago she's ready to spit nails because Tinga rubs my arm, and now she's acting like she couldn't care less. Cute.
"Right. I have to get back to Sung. But Max, when we go back up there, it might be better if you don't let on that you know who "Terry" is. See how she handles it."
Max considers for a moment. "You have a point. I'm not sure if I can do that, without her figuring it out, though. She'll see through me in a second, if she's already realized who I am."
"I'm pretty sure she has." I think, not wanting to send her out on the streets in this insanity, but knowing that she's the only one who can handle it.
"There's another option. We're going to need to get our hands on a couple of infected people. Normal, random teenagers, whatever. You're probably the only one who can speak to them in a language they understand, convince them to come with you. You up for it?"
Point of View: LOGAN ****************************************
Max is jealous. I can't believe it. I wonder if it's actually me she's jealous over, or if she's just protecting her territory. And...I'll have to think about that later.
I show her what little I've been able to locate so far. "I don't know what the dealio is, as you so eloquently put it. They're produced in Vermont, which is slowing down any information on their production. We can't even be sure at this point if these were produced by the same company--someone could be doing a good mockup job. The other question, beyond production, is how the hell everyone suddenly knows so much about Manticore? I can understand drugs causing hallucinations, but these people are pulling out facts."
Max laughs. "Tell me about it. I wonder if the tattoo parlors are doing good business in applying bar codes."
"That's not a bad question," I reply. "I should have someone check that out. In the meantime, we're going to have to get our hands on a couple of infected people. See if we can get their minds clear enough to give us an idea of what's going on."
"Start with Normal," she said. "I've always wanted to get inside that man's mind."
"Good idea. I'll see what I can do," I tell her, writing down a few notes. "Now, Max, about Terry."
Point of View: JONDIE ****************************************
Stepping off the plane was perhaps one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Right next to giving up quite a large chunk of my salary to get on this stupid flight. And of course trying to smuggle my dog on the flight. I confess I take the poor thing everywhere.
The whole way over I questioned my going. "Why am I doing this??" I mean going to the source of a problem this monumental was probably not going to do anything..."But get me killed.." I said it out loud in the best Zack impression I could muster. I was still mad at him...we both had tempers.and they often collided. I was not one to take orders easily, well at least not since I had gained this pseudo-freedom...let's just say Zack's agenda put a look on my face like the one I used to get during live ordinance drills, a mix of terror and grim determination.
I am shaken from my ever-wandering thoughts by some crazy woman bumping into me. I look at her oddly...she looks possessed. "Gotta problem?" I instantly reprimand myself...I've really got to calm my nerves..take things as they come. I continue walking trying to fit in, however fitting into this crowd constitutes acting like a maniac. I wrestle with the idea...and finally give in.
"Lydecker" I scream..that feels weird..."we have the objective in sight." I sigh to myself..I felt like a true spectacle, but hey at least I blended in. I continued on trying to be the true actress that I'm truly not. Then, to my surprise, someone grabs me. I give him a look that could take out a whole herd of unsuspecting bike messengers. "It's ok...we're going to help you." His gentle grip tightens on my arm, as my muscles tense.
Point of View: ORIGINAL CINDY ****************************************
I watch as Normal comes stumbling out of the bathroom and over to me.
"Finally, here ya' go," I say, handing Normal the headset. "Original Cindy's taken care of everythin' so far, but I gotta blaze, I'm taken a run, then I'm taken the day off" I notice Normal's looking a little dazed and confused, "you okay Normal, I mean, your paler then your usual pasty faced self?"
Normal nods his head yes, and as I walk to the door he starts yelling out orders.
/guess he's feeling fine now/ I think to myself.
As a hop on my bike, and ride down town, on my way to deliver my last run of the day, more of these tripped out peeps are running around. Sketchy was right, it's like everyone's suddenly gone off on a bad trip.
All of a sudden, a guy jumps in front of me yelling "where's Max? Max I need back up!! Now, Lydecker's on me, what do I do? MAX!!"
I jump off my bike and grab the guy by the collar. "Listen buddy, I don't know what you're yappin' about, but I want you to stop talking about my girl Max and get outta my way!"
the guy tries to hit me, and I grab is arm, he yells "enemy attack" and runs away from me.
/what the h*ll has gotten into people? has everyone totally lost it?/. "it's time to call Max, see what my boo's up to, and if she knows what the dealio is about why half the town is yellin' her name"
I deliver my last package, and then stop at a pay phone and dial Max's number.
Point of View: MAX ****************************************
"About Terry," Logan begins.
Uhoh, don't like where this is going. Better stop it before it goes anywhere I'm not ready to take it.
"Look, you don't owe me an explanation. She's helping you with a mission, right? Some sort of witness to something or other?"
"You could say that," he says, tilting his head and looking up at me, "But that's not what I meant. Terry is, a . . . uh, . . . "
Why's he having a problem with this. I thought the boy was blind to Terry's, er, advances.
"Terry's what? An old girlfriend? It's ok, Logan, I'm fine with it."
"Are you sure?" He's giving me one of his quizzical looks.
"Why? Should I be not fine with it?"
Before he can reply, Bling walks in with Miss Terry herself. She's coyly smiling at him and being disgustingly cute. She's flirting with him. Good.
Then she turns it on Logan. Bad.
Point of View: BLING ****************************************
If they had tails... They would be fully frizzed up.
Max and... Terry.
I'm really starting to feel bad... Max was all about finding her siblings, now she has one and they're totally at each other's throats. At least it's not literally... yet.
But.. I better move some of these vases to a lower shelf, just in case.
I feel like I'm on the inside of practical joke that's about to go really bad.
I'm really surprised at Max. She's always a little jealous of any female around Logan... but this is something totally different. The two of them are... pointed at each other. I wonder if they were this competitive at Manticore.
Time to be brave, I walk between the two of them slowly to get an empty tea cup from Logan... and... whew.
That little break in eye contact and they're off to neutral corners.
Logan sees it too.
Now they're pretending NOT to look at each other. I have an idea... I hope this works.
"Logan, I'm going to need an hour off to go to the gym..."
Logan looks at me like I'm nuts. I walk over and stand next to Terry, then turn back to Logan.
"Although my spotter canceled on me because of all the craziness out there. I hope I can find a replacement or I'm going to have switch up my workout."
I head into the kitchen....
Here kitty kitty kitty.
Point of View: TINGA ****************************************
What's that lousy pickup line I've heard more than a few times...'Baby, I hate it when you leave but I love to watch you go'? Something like that. It definitely flits through my head as Bling heads away.
I don't know what his game is, though. Turns up the charm when others are around, turns it down when we're alone. Well, if you call touring the streets of a drug addled Seattle //alone//. If I fully analyzed it, I'm sure I could figure it out. But I might not like the answer. So I'll do what I always do, stall and improvise till the answer I like comes up.
I look over at Logan and Max. They're watching me, Logan with befuddled amusement, Max with jealousy mingled with disgust. Why that girl rubs me the wrong way is beyond me. It's like we have some old beef we don't remember...
Whatever. I'm getting //far// too introspective in my old age. I let a predatory smile grow on my face and follow after him. He's pouring himself a water, leaning serenely against the counter. His face is a mask of calm detachment.
We'll see if it stays that way. I move in, too close, one leg on either side of him. Calmly I reach for the water pitcher behind him, "accidentally" brushing his arm. Pouring a glass of water without looking anywhere but his eyes, I say, "//I// can spot you."
He chuckles. "I'm sure you can." He hasn't moved an inch, still doesn't seem phased by the breaking of his personal bubble. That's almost more intriguing than the merely obvious. "Got some workout clothes?"
"If I don't, I'm sure I could borrow some from Miss Thing's everyday wardrobe. What does a man like Logan see in a girl like Max, anyway?"
My mind locks on that last statement and starts replaying it in a loop, like it does when I've just figured out a major clue. Only this couldn't be that, could it?
'A girl like Max...' still echoes insanely through my head, and suddenly I don't see the kitchen, I see the barracks, I see Zack, I see Jondie and Eva...and Max.
The same eyes. Why didn't I realize she has the same eyes?
"Max..." I barely realize I've whispered it. Abruptly I spin and dart out of the room, just as the phone starts to ring...
Point of View: NORMAL ****************************************
It's been about an hour and from what I've been able to gather it seems my name is Normal? what kind of dumb name is that? Oh, well.
That "Herbal" guy seems to be the key to this but I just can't understand a word he's saying. It might be code but if it is I can't break it.
I decided to search the counter and nearby area for a key sheet or hint to unlock his speech...no luck!
"Yes!? Who? Sketchy? hold on a moment. Sketchy!?..." I half order and ask holding the phone.
A cute guy walks up to the counter and picks up the phone. I was thinking of getting his number when I accidentally saw a my reflection in a small out of the way mirror.....I.......I was...was ..a...man!....and a old ugly one at that! I thought. Where was my face? I said examining the face in the mirror.
I checked myself by pulling my shirt out...."What the!..." I stopped, as everyone turned to look at me. Did ...was ...this ...part of the assignment? I had to contact base and find out what was going on. I needed answers and only Lydecker would have them.
"You....Sketchy...I'm leaving you in charge!" I ordered as he was still talking on the phone. I quickly left and ran up the ramp to the outside. I had to find a secure line to contact Manticore but where?
Point of View: MAX ****************************************
I watch Terry follow Bling into the kitchen. Bling may be incredibly wise, but he's no playa. I hope he knows what he's doing. Terry's the kind that swallows 'em hole, then spits 'em out.
Logan looks up at me, "Max, Terry is - " He gets cut off by the phone ringing. He grabs it, almost swearing. He wants to tell me something about Miss Terry, but keeps getting interrupted.
The phone is Det. Sung. It's about the gummies. But I don't get to listen because Terry comes sprinting out of the kitchen. She stops when she sees me, and stares.
Like she's sizing me up as competition. Well, I can take as well as I give, and I can dish it out good.
"Terry," I begin, in a sugary voice, "What's wrong? Can't decide which one you want?"
Point of View: LOGAN ****************************************
Tinga knows. It was obvious. It was the first time I'd seen her off center since she first showed up with Bling. And she took off before I could tell exactly how she feels about it.
The phones ringing, but for once the machine can get it. It's Sung, but I can't leave these two alone even to talk to him.
Tinga turns again and returns to the kitchen. She won't answer Max.
Max is looking after Tinga, confused. Well, irritated as hell, but now confused too.
"Max, we need to talk, and not here. Let's go downstairs, there has to be someplace around here that's not crawling with Manticorny addicts."
She turns that pissed expression on me. "Are you sure you can bear to leave little miss Terry for even a few minutes? You might miss her next makeup application."
"Max, I couldn't care less about her damn makeup." I lower my voice. "She's here for another reason and if you come with me I'd be happy to explain it to you."
Max is regaining control of her attitude. "Why would I care if you've got a little houseguest? But if it's really all that important, fine, talk to me."
"Not here. There's a coffee shop down the street." Betting that she won't trust me to be alone in the streets right now, I head out, hoping Max will follow. Passing by the kitchen, I tell Bling we'll be right back. Max trails me, reluctantly, into the elevator and punches the button.
The streets in this section are relatively quiet for the moment. Looks like the X5 wannabes have a mission in another sector. We make it to the coffee shop without incident.
"So?" she asks. "What's so important about the fabulous Terry?"
Might as well just spit it out, then. She needs to know.
"Max, her name's not Terry. She didn't recognize you at first, although I think she just did."
"I'm still not following you, Logan."
"Max, that's Tinga."
Point of View: MAX ****************************************
Logan wants me to follow him to this coffee shop so that we can talk about Terry. Sitting in the coffee shop, he drops the bomb on me.
"Max, that's Tinga."
Tinga? My sister is Terry? Boy did she change. The Tinga I remember was never so, well, predatory. It could be from all the years she's spent out there doing god knows what.
"Tinga?" I finally say, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Max, she's, well, Tinga had to leave her previous address because things got to hot there for her. She's an unknown quantity, Max."
"So you don't trust her?"
"Not quite. She seems the type that'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants, and then throw it away as soon as she's bored. I asked for her help, but she'll only help as much as it benefits her."
He's right. Tinga would have been willing to go to the mat for me, or anyone of us. I'm not so sure about Terry, especially if she keeps chasing Bling and Logan.
Logan's studying me with a bemused expression on his face.
"What?"
"Your reaction to Terry. Or, I should say, to her flirting with me."
Better derail this train before it leaves the station. "What reaction? And don't you have to call Det. Sung back?"
Point of View: ZACK ****************************************
As I walked down the street towards the airport I wondered if max thought I was dead. Getting on the small bush plane I sat at the window. The pilot got in and I gave him his five hundred dollars in exchange for safe passage to Seattle, no questions asked.
When I arrived in Seattle the people were acting strange they were shouting about Lydecker, and saying names of my siblings.
I rented a hotel room in town. For now I decided to lay low for awhile, and there I stayed watching and waiting . . .
Point of View: LOGAN ****************************************
Max is pulling back again. A few minutes ago she's ready to spit nails because Tinga rubs my arm, and now she's acting like she couldn't care less. Cute.
"Right. I have to get back to Sung. But Max, when we go back up there, it might be better if you don't let on that you know who "Terry" is. See how she handles it."
Max considers for a moment. "You have a point. I'm not sure if I can do that, without her figuring it out, though. She'll see through me in a second, if she's already realized who I am."
"I'm pretty sure she has." I think, not wanting to send her out on the streets in this insanity, but knowing that she's the only one who can handle it.
"There's another option. We're going to need to get our hands on a couple of infected people. Normal, random teenagers, whatever. You're probably the only one who can speak to them in a language they understand, convince them to come with you. You up for it?"
