Chapter Eighteen
Max tiptoed down the hallway, entering Logan's office on the balls of her feet. She had so many conflicting emotions running through her mind, she didn't know what to believe. She couldn't talk to Ethan; she'd screwed that up to badly. Logan was her last and only hope to shed some light on what the hell was going on.
Her heart jumped into her throat when she saw Logan, collapsed on his desk. She bolted across the room to kneel next to his face, and then she felt instantly relived when she realized what was wrong with him.
"Your asleep." She whispered softly to his serene face. "God Logan, what kind of life am I leading?" She asked, sighing. "I guess I'll just have to wait till tomorrow." Carefully she pushed him back in his chair, thankfully it was the nifty kind of office chair with the little wheels on it, and drug him backwards towards the bedroom.
Somehow she managed, with much effort, to dump Logan unceremoniously into his bed, and miraculously not wake him. She pulled the covers over him and pulled off his glasses, laying them quietly on the nightstand.
She tiptoed out of the room again, dragging his chair back to the office to turn off his computers and see maybe if there was a book or something she could read since she obviously wasn't going to sleep again. She didn't want to risk having another creepy dream until she had some answers about the ones she was already having. She went to shut down Logan's computer when she noticed the camera. The camera sitting on a tripod, wires running into the back of the computer.
**
"By the way, I love your show."
**
"Show?" Max said aloud. She tapped a key on Logan's keyboard, clearing the screensaver, and bringing a list of names and files onto the screen. One sentence in the bottom corner caught her eye. 'Eyes-Only Informant Since 6/21/18.'
Eyes-Only? Eyes-Only? Why did that sound so familiar? Hadn't Cindy or someone mentioned an Eyes-Only broadcast?
Max then saw a file that caught her attention. 'Zack' it simply said Zack, no last name, nothing but 'Zack.'
Clicking on the icon, a file popped up, with a blurry picture of a blond man, not much older than her. It obviously had been picked up out of a security camera as the man had walked by. "Zack." Max whispered.
***
Water dripped in the dark and damp cave as Zack spoke. "No, no it isn't okay. I'm the only one who knew. The only one. I've got to remember so that I can protect them."
"You will, you called me right? You remembered my number." Max reassured.
"It's not the same."
"Yes, you can do it if you try."
"No, it is different with you." Zack said breathing heavily. "I mean, how could I forget…a single thing about you? How could I?"
***
"Zack?" Max asked, running a finger over the picture. "Zackie?" She repeated as a tear falling to trail down her cheek.
Max suddenly felt too closed in, closterphobic. She needed to get out, needed to breathe. She sprinted back into her room to throw on jeans and a tee shirt. Grabbing her jacket, she slipped it on as she deftly pulled open the window and climbed out into the night.
Max tiptoed down the hallway, entering Logan's office on the balls of her feet. She had so many conflicting emotions running through her mind, she didn't know what to believe. She couldn't talk to Ethan; she'd screwed that up to badly. Logan was her last and only hope to shed some light on what the hell was going on.
Her heart jumped into her throat when she saw Logan, collapsed on his desk. She bolted across the room to kneel next to his face, and then she felt instantly relived when she realized what was wrong with him.
"Your asleep." She whispered softly to his serene face. "God Logan, what kind of life am I leading?" She asked, sighing. "I guess I'll just have to wait till tomorrow." Carefully she pushed him back in his chair, thankfully it was the nifty kind of office chair with the little wheels on it, and drug him backwards towards the bedroom.
Somehow she managed, with much effort, to dump Logan unceremoniously into his bed, and miraculously not wake him. She pulled the covers over him and pulled off his glasses, laying them quietly on the nightstand.
She tiptoed out of the room again, dragging his chair back to the office to turn off his computers and see maybe if there was a book or something she could read since she obviously wasn't going to sleep again. She didn't want to risk having another creepy dream until she had some answers about the ones she was already having. She went to shut down Logan's computer when she noticed the camera. The camera sitting on a tripod, wires running into the back of the computer.
**
"By the way, I love your show."
**
"Show?" Max said aloud. She tapped a key on Logan's keyboard, clearing the screensaver, and bringing a list of names and files onto the screen. One sentence in the bottom corner caught her eye. 'Eyes-Only Informant Since 6/21/18.'
Eyes-Only? Eyes-Only? Why did that sound so familiar? Hadn't Cindy or someone mentioned an Eyes-Only broadcast?
Max then saw a file that caught her attention. 'Zack' it simply said Zack, no last name, nothing but 'Zack.'
Clicking on the icon, a file popped up, with a blurry picture of a blond man, not much older than her. It obviously had been picked up out of a security camera as the man had walked by. "Zack." Max whispered.
***
Water dripped in the dark and damp cave as Zack spoke. "No, no it isn't okay. I'm the only one who knew. The only one. I've got to remember so that I can protect them."
"You will, you called me right? You remembered my number." Max reassured.
"It's not the same."
"Yes, you can do it if you try."
"No, it is different with you." Zack said breathing heavily. "I mean, how could I forget…a single thing about you? How could I?"
***
"Zack?" Max asked, running a finger over the picture. "Zackie?" She repeated as a tear falling to trail down her cheek.
Max suddenly felt too closed in, closterphobic. She needed to get out, needed to breathe. She sprinted back into her room to throw on jeans and a tee shirt. Grabbing her jacket, she slipped it on as she deftly pulled open the window and climbed out into the night.