Soory it's taking so long between chapters on this one, but I'm really busy. I have time in the next couple of days, so you'll probably see this expand a lot, for now, enjoy!
-egbkid
Once Logan caught up to Max, he made her get in the car. He asked her what the plan was, and she just told him to drive to the nearest hotel. He did that and waited outside, worrying about what Max would do with all that cash. After leaving him sitting in the car for about half an hour, she finally came out and joined him.
"All done." Max announced, handing Logan almost a hundred and fifty dollars in cash.
"What did you do? How did you get more money than what we started out with?"
"I told them it was from another country, and was worth fifty cent's on the dollar."
"What country's money is worth more than American money?"
"Canadian." Max smiled, buckling her seatbelt. "Let's go."
"Max. In the year 2001, Canadian money was worth less than American, almost forty cents less, if I remember correctly."
"Then I guess those tourists from Texas I just sold it to are out of luck. I over heard them talking that they were going to Canada and hadn't changed their money yet, and didn't know how much it was worth. So I sold it to them, now let's go before they catch on."
Logan sighed and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Everything was so nice back then, and it's even sunny. No piles of garbage lining the streets, no people standing around fires in garbage cans. No graffiti."
"Wait until after dark. Seattle is and has always been just like any other city. And we can't stay in a hotel on only a hundred and fifty dollars. Guess we're on the streets tonight."
"Well, that's four hours away." Max said glancing at her watch.
"Over seven, actually. In 2001, we had this little thing called Daylight Savings Time. The clocks would go foreword an hour in the spring, and back an hour in the fall. Makes the evenings longer in the summer."
"Cool. Now how old were you in 2001?" she asked, turning to Logan, "And where are we going?"
"I don't know where we are going. I'm just looking around. It's been more almost ten years since I saw Seattle like this."
"And how old were you? You grew up here, didn't you? Maybe we'll see you, as a kid I mean."
"I was hardly a kid, Max. Here, I will be thirteen in a few months. I was already in boarding school...'
"But it's summertime. School's out."
"Boarding school starts early and ends late. Chances are 'I' am still there."
"Really. What don't you want me to see?"
"Nothing, Max. Anyway, we have to find a place to stay tonight, or at least a place we can park for the night."
"There are plenty of parking lots around, Logan, just pick one."
"It's not that easy, Max, you just can't park in any old parking lot overnight, you'll have the cops after you. You don't know how different it really was nineteen years ago."
Max turned and stared out the window. "I was only one year old. And still at Manticore. I wish there was a way we could destroy Manticore from here. Make all the torture never happen. The escape that night. Eva and Jack would not have died..."
"Hey, I have my laptop, maybe it's possible that it will work, after all I did receive it for my thirteenth birthday. I might be able to get some stuff about what's going on at Manticore." Logan interrupted. "We can go into a mall until it closes, then we can find a place to stay." Max turned to Logan again.
"Do you think it will work? I mean, it's a pretty tight organization."
"Who knows, but there's only one way to find out. If I remember correctly, there is a mall about four blocks from here, but it was torn down in oh-six." Max looked out the window again, to see if she could compare any of the surroundings to her home. She noticed that they were really close to Logan's building. 'I wonder if he noticed he was going home.' She thought. 'I'll have to check it out later.'
To Be Continued...
-egbkid
Once Logan caught up to Max, he made her get in the car. He asked her what the plan was, and she just told him to drive to the nearest hotel. He did that and waited outside, worrying about what Max would do with all that cash. After leaving him sitting in the car for about half an hour, she finally came out and joined him.
"All done." Max announced, handing Logan almost a hundred and fifty dollars in cash.
"What did you do? How did you get more money than what we started out with?"
"I told them it was from another country, and was worth fifty cent's on the dollar."
"What country's money is worth more than American money?"
"Canadian." Max smiled, buckling her seatbelt. "Let's go."
"Max. In the year 2001, Canadian money was worth less than American, almost forty cents less, if I remember correctly."
"Then I guess those tourists from Texas I just sold it to are out of luck. I over heard them talking that they were going to Canada and hadn't changed their money yet, and didn't know how much it was worth. So I sold it to them, now let's go before they catch on."
Logan sighed and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Everything was so nice back then, and it's even sunny. No piles of garbage lining the streets, no people standing around fires in garbage cans. No graffiti."
"Wait until after dark. Seattle is and has always been just like any other city. And we can't stay in a hotel on only a hundred and fifty dollars. Guess we're on the streets tonight."
"Well, that's four hours away." Max said glancing at her watch.
"Over seven, actually. In 2001, we had this little thing called Daylight Savings Time. The clocks would go foreword an hour in the spring, and back an hour in the fall. Makes the evenings longer in the summer."
"Cool. Now how old were you in 2001?" she asked, turning to Logan, "And where are we going?"
"I don't know where we are going. I'm just looking around. It's been more almost ten years since I saw Seattle like this."
"And how old were you? You grew up here, didn't you? Maybe we'll see you, as a kid I mean."
"I was hardly a kid, Max. Here, I will be thirteen in a few months. I was already in boarding school...'
"But it's summertime. School's out."
"Boarding school starts early and ends late. Chances are 'I' am still there."
"Really. What don't you want me to see?"
"Nothing, Max. Anyway, we have to find a place to stay tonight, or at least a place we can park for the night."
"There are plenty of parking lots around, Logan, just pick one."
"It's not that easy, Max, you just can't park in any old parking lot overnight, you'll have the cops after you. You don't know how different it really was nineteen years ago."
Max turned and stared out the window. "I was only one year old. And still at Manticore. I wish there was a way we could destroy Manticore from here. Make all the torture never happen. The escape that night. Eva and Jack would not have died..."
"Hey, I have my laptop, maybe it's possible that it will work, after all I did receive it for my thirteenth birthday. I might be able to get some stuff about what's going on at Manticore." Logan interrupted. "We can go into a mall until it closes, then we can find a place to stay." Max turned to Logan again.
"Do you think it will work? I mean, it's a pretty tight organization."
"Who knows, but there's only one way to find out. If I remember correctly, there is a mall about four blocks from here, but it was torn down in oh-six." Max looked out the window again, to see if she could compare any of the surroundings to her home. She noticed that they were really close to Logan's building. 'I wonder if he noticed he was going home.' She thought. 'I'll have to check it out later.'
To Be Continued...