Chapter Twenty-One
Logan was in his office calling Kendra again when he heard the door open. He turned and heard Max's boots as the crossed the room. "Never mind, she's just walked in the door." Logan said quickly as he hung up.
He rushed into the living room to see Max sitting imperiously on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest. "Max, my god I was--"
"Tell me about Eyes-Only, Logan." She said with an icy voice, cutting Logan off. "And about my brother, and the rest of my family while you're at it." Max continued crossing a leg. "And about why I can beat the shit out of men twice my size. About who Lydecker is, and last, but certainly not least, what's Manticore, and what does it have to do with me?"
Logan's felt short of breath, like he had been cut off at the knees. "Max, you're remembering." He said softly.
"No," Max snapped, her voice heating. "I am really not. All I know is that there is a lot of stuff that I don't know about that I really should. While I was trying the check the back of my hair last night, I noticed something in the mirror. Why do I have a barcode on the back of my neck Logan? Feel free to answer these questions in whatever order you'd like."
Logan stood, silent, not knowing where to start. "Max, I don't know what to say. Where to start."
"Well, lets see. Are you or are you not Eyes-Only, infamous underground cyber-journalist?"
"Yes." Logan answered simply.
Max stood. "Am I, or was I ever a thief? A thief that broke into this apartment and attempted to steal a statue?"
"Yes."
Max paced over to the window. "And in that time, did I ever dive out of this window to fall, what, eighteen stories, and land safely on my feet?"
"Yes."
"How?" Max asked, shaking. Before Logan could answer, she brought a hand up to her spinning head. "Whoa." She said a second before she pitched forward in a dead faint, having one of the worst seizures Logan had ever seen.
Logan was in his office calling Kendra again when he heard the door open. He turned and heard Max's boots as the crossed the room. "Never mind, she's just walked in the door." Logan said quickly as he hung up.
He rushed into the living room to see Max sitting imperiously on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest. "Max, my god I was--"
"Tell me about Eyes-Only, Logan." She said with an icy voice, cutting Logan off. "And about my brother, and the rest of my family while you're at it." Max continued crossing a leg. "And about why I can beat the shit out of men twice my size. About who Lydecker is, and last, but certainly not least, what's Manticore, and what does it have to do with me?"
Logan's felt short of breath, like he had been cut off at the knees. "Max, you're remembering." He said softly.
"No," Max snapped, her voice heating. "I am really not. All I know is that there is a lot of stuff that I don't know about that I really should. While I was trying the check the back of my hair last night, I noticed something in the mirror. Why do I have a barcode on the back of my neck Logan? Feel free to answer these questions in whatever order you'd like."
Logan stood, silent, not knowing where to start. "Max, I don't know what to say. Where to start."
"Well, lets see. Are you or are you not Eyes-Only, infamous underground cyber-journalist?"
"Yes." Logan answered simply.
Max stood. "Am I, or was I ever a thief? A thief that broke into this apartment and attempted to steal a statue?"
"Yes."
Max paced over to the window. "And in that time, did I ever dive out of this window to fall, what, eighteen stories, and land safely on my feet?"
"Yes."
"How?" Max asked, shaking. Before Logan could answer, she brought a hand up to her spinning head. "Whoa." She said a second before she pitched forward in a dead faint, having one of the worst seizures Logan had ever seen.