I climbed briskly to the top of the old building. I caught a glimpse of the broken windows, and climbed through one. I was on the edge and it was good. I walked to the edge and looked out at the city.
'So this is why Max loved it. I can just imagine. Looking down at all those people, imagining their problems and pretending you're normal. I'd bet anything that's what Max did.' I thought.
I liked it at the edge. I put my hands in my pockets and looked down at everything. The wind blew my hair to the side and it looked like a scene that I'd seen on television once.
My pager started going off and I was pulled from my nice "me being normal" daydream. I looked at the pager. Logan.
'Figures.' I thought bitterly as I climbed down the stairs. 'Asha probably needs something and I have to get it for her.'
I walked over to the Ninja and got on. I just sat there for a minute, deciding whether to just drive the opposite direction and never look back. I realized that I couldn't do that, so I started the engine and went back to the penthouse.
"This better be damn good!" I yelled as I slammed the door. "And damn important!"
"Are missions important?" Asha asked as she came from the kitchen. Eyes Only missions were never fun. I only glared at her and walked to the computer room, where I knew Logan would be.
"Logan, what do you have?" I asked. Logan turned in his chair and looked at me.
"I need you to get some files for me." Logan said.
"What kind?" I asked.
"They're files on...your birth place." Logan said as Asha entered the room with her arms crossed.
"My birth place?" I asked stupidly, then it dawned on me. "Oh! My birth place! Right! So, what do I have to do?"
"There's a building. It's top security. You need to get the files on your birth place and your sister." Logan said, dodging any big words that would tip Asha off.
"Right. I'll go get ready." I said and left the room, and I knew Asha was behind me.
"What?" I asked, turning around to face her.
"What was that about?" She asked innocently enough.
"It's just something I have to do for Logan." I told her and went into my bedroom. She still followed me.
"Logan never told me what you were to him." Asha said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms still crossed.
"What business is that of yours?" I snapped. She picked then to be snotty? She had no idea what she was messing with.
"Well, if I'm going to be involved with Logan, I need to know about the mysterious female that lives here too." Asha said. I snapped. I slammed her up against the wall and put my face dangerously close to hers. I could feel her shaking.
"You will never be like that with Logan, do you understand me?" I snarled. She only nodded, terrified. I pushed her out of my room and changed quickly. I wore the civilian clothes that I had on the day of the raid. I thought it was fitting.
I walked into the living room where Asha was sitting quietly on the couch, not daring to look at me. Logan looked from Asha to me. She obviously hadn't told him. That was for the best, I reasoned. No need to get Logan involved in our battle.
"Ready?" Logan asked me.
"Of course." I said confidently. He gave me the location and I was off.
'So this is why Max loved it. I can just imagine. Looking down at all those people, imagining their problems and pretending you're normal. I'd bet anything that's what Max did.' I thought.
I liked it at the edge. I put my hands in my pockets and looked down at everything. The wind blew my hair to the side and it looked like a scene that I'd seen on television once.
My pager started going off and I was pulled from my nice "me being normal" daydream. I looked at the pager. Logan.
'Figures.' I thought bitterly as I climbed down the stairs. 'Asha probably needs something and I have to get it for her.'
I walked over to the Ninja and got on. I just sat there for a minute, deciding whether to just drive the opposite direction and never look back. I realized that I couldn't do that, so I started the engine and went back to the penthouse.
"This better be damn good!" I yelled as I slammed the door. "And damn important!"
"Are missions important?" Asha asked as she came from the kitchen. Eyes Only missions were never fun. I only glared at her and walked to the computer room, where I knew Logan would be.
"Logan, what do you have?" I asked. Logan turned in his chair and looked at me.
"I need you to get some files for me." Logan said.
"What kind?" I asked.
"They're files on...your birth place." Logan said as Asha entered the room with her arms crossed.
"My birth place?" I asked stupidly, then it dawned on me. "Oh! My birth place! Right! So, what do I have to do?"
"There's a building. It's top security. You need to get the files on your birth place and your sister." Logan said, dodging any big words that would tip Asha off.
"Right. I'll go get ready." I said and left the room, and I knew Asha was behind me.
"What?" I asked, turning around to face her.
"What was that about?" She asked innocently enough.
"It's just something I have to do for Logan." I told her and went into my bedroom. She still followed me.
"Logan never told me what you were to him." Asha said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms still crossed.
"What business is that of yours?" I snapped. She picked then to be snotty? She had no idea what she was messing with.
"Well, if I'm going to be involved with Logan, I need to know about the mysterious female that lives here too." Asha said. I snapped. I slammed her up against the wall and put my face dangerously close to hers. I could feel her shaking.
"You will never be like that with Logan, do you understand me?" I snarled. She only nodded, terrified. I pushed her out of my room and changed quickly. I wore the civilian clothes that I had on the day of the raid. I thought it was fitting.
I walked into the living room where Asha was sitting quietly on the couch, not daring to look at me. Logan looked from Asha to me. She obviously hadn't told him. That was for the best, I reasoned. No need to get Logan involved in our battle.
"Ready?" Logan asked me.
"Of course." I said confidently. He gave me the location and I was off.