I spent most of the next three hours cleaning up bottles and making sure
nothing happened to Logan or Zane while they were passed out. Then Zane woke
up.

"Well, hello Jond. How are you?"

"I'm pissed! You got Logan drunk!"

"He looked like he needed it."

I smack him across the head. "Dipshit."

"No need for name-calling."

"Zane, he isn't an X5! He can't drink that much and recover as quickly as
you can!"

"Okay, I get your point and I'm sorry."

"You damn well better be!!"

"Jond, why are you flipping?"

"I called you so you could help, not hinder, Zane."

"Help with what?"

"Were going into Manticore and getting Max's body out."

"What? Are you nuts?"

"No, I'm completely sane, unlike you. I'm getting Max's body out so
Logan can have closure...so we can have closure."

"Problem--this is Manticore! How in hell do you suggest we get in there?"

"Logan still has the plans from their first raid, and he can contact Krit and
Syl." Zane looks almost horrified. "And Lydecker's around."

"Lydecker. Lydecker," Zane repeats. "Have you gone insane?" he yells in
anger at me. I don't flinch.

"He can help us!"

"I'm out if you bring him in, Jond."

"Then if we go in and get captured or die, it's on you," I yell, before
thinking and not meaning it.

"Jond, if you do this, it won't be my fault. It'll be yours," Zane says,
getting up and leaving the apartment.

"Damn it," I say under my breath.

"Max," I hear Logan mumble. "Max no, no, God no, I love you," he
yells, almost in agony.

He needs closure; I have to get Zane to help.