As they walked to the building, Prue gave her sisters the look again and recognized it.
'That is such a Zack look.' Max thought.
When they got to the side door, Max put a finger to her lips and then picked the lock.
They all crept inside totally undetected. Max noticed that this guy meant business.
He had about ten men standing around and a few of them patrolled the perimeter.
There was a desk with a computer on it and a man with dark hair was sitting in front of the computer reading something off the screen. Max guessed that this was the guy that was screwing up her life even more.
"Wait here. If I need you, I'll call." Max whispered to the sisters, then stepped out from behind the stacked crates they were hiding behind.
The man in front of the computer stood up, but kept his hands on the desk.
"Hello." He greeted. "I assume your Max."
"You know the saying about assuming, don't you?" Max retorted.
"So you are." He said.
The voice sounded familiar to Phoebe but she couldn't quite place it.
"What's the dealio? I got blood here, where's the info?" Max asked.
The man held up a file and waved it a bit, then put it back down on the desk.
"No need to rush into things Max." The man said. "I'm really very sorry about this, but I just had to do it. Sickness in the family and I've done my research. I know about your blood...I know mostly everything about the X-5s."
"Yeah, okay. I'm in a rush, so can we hurry this up?" Max asked. It was more of a demand.
"Please, can't we just have a nice chat?" He asked.
"I really don't have the time for it." Max told him. She was getting annoyed.
An evil smile formed on his face and he said, "If you want to get out alive Max, with your file, you will have a decent conversation with me."
Max realized that the ten men with guns probably wouldn't hesitate if this guy even only whispered the word 'shoot', so she complied and took a few steps forward.
"There now. Was that so hard?" He asked.
"I suppose not." Max answered.
"Well, Max. Again, I would like to apologize for all this, but it is necessary." He told her. "I am Benjamin, Max."
"Getting formal are we?" Max asked.
"No, but I just think you've got a right to know." Benjamin told her.
Max glanced at the file and thought about just kicking his ass and then running off with the file, then she glanced at one of the armed men. No way that would work.
"Since I have apologized, we can get down to business." Benjamin said then put out an open palm. "The blood."
Max reached in her pockets...all of her pockets. It wasn't there. Her eyes widened and she remembered...she set it down on the counter and never picked it up.
"You look flushed." Benjamin said. "You should get some rest, but first...the blood."
"I haven't got it." Max told him.
'That is such a Zack look.' Max thought.
When they got to the side door, Max put a finger to her lips and then picked the lock.
They all crept inside totally undetected. Max noticed that this guy meant business.
He had about ten men standing around and a few of them patrolled the perimeter.
There was a desk with a computer on it and a man with dark hair was sitting in front of the computer reading something off the screen. Max guessed that this was the guy that was screwing up her life even more.
"Wait here. If I need you, I'll call." Max whispered to the sisters, then stepped out from behind the stacked crates they were hiding behind.
The man in front of the computer stood up, but kept his hands on the desk.
"Hello." He greeted. "I assume your Max."
"You know the saying about assuming, don't you?" Max retorted.
"So you are." He said.
The voice sounded familiar to Phoebe but she couldn't quite place it.
"What's the dealio? I got blood here, where's the info?" Max asked.
The man held up a file and waved it a bit, then put it back down on the desk.
"No need to rush into things Max." The man said. "I'm really very sorry about this, but I just had to do it. Sickness in the family and I've done my research. I know about your blood...I know mostly everything about the X-5s."
"Yeah, okay. I'm in a rush, so can we hurry this up?" Max asked. It was more of a demand.
"Please, can't we just have a nice chat?" He asked.
"I really don't have the time for it." Max told him. She was getting annoyed.
An evil smile formed on his face and he said, "If you want to get out alive Max, with your file, you will have a decent conversation with me."
Max realized that the ten men with guns probably wouldn't hesitate if this guy even only whispered the word 'shoot', so she complied and took a few steps forward.
"There now. Was that so hard?" He asked.
"I suppose not." Max answered.
"Well, Max. Again, I would like to apologize for all this, but it is necessary." He told her. "I am Benjamin, Max."
"Getting formal are we?" Max asked.
"No, but I just think you've got a right to know." Benjamin told her.
Max glanced at the file and thought about just kicking his ass and then running off with the file, then she glanced at one of the armed men. No way that would work.
"Since I have apologized, we can get down to business." Benjamin said then put out an open palm. "The blood."
Max reached in her pockets...all of her pockets. It wasn't there. Her eyes widened and she remembered...she set it down on the counter and never picked it up.
"You look flushed." Benjamin said. "You should get some rest, but first...the blood."
"I haven't got it." Max told him.