Don't worry if I use a familiar name . . . I wont twist anything around, its just a term or familiar face. Like Cat's usage of Project Hades (was that cool or WHAT?!) or her usage of Marta -- the cousin of Justin. I'm waiting for her to talk about Cassi or Jaci's sweet baby girl. Okay, so its Logan and Max's sweet baby girl, but still . . .
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Part .08
After they had established the hopeful location of Max, Zack grabbed the phone and checked his own voicemail.
"No new messages," Zack told them, tapping his fingers absently on the tabletop, "but that's a good thing." He then began dialing, rapidly, a new number. "Yes, Jhondie? Oh, hi Justin . . . put Jhondie on the phone, its important . . . she's out . . . tell her to give me a ring when she gets back in . . . no, the moment she gets back in. . . . oh, yeah . . . let's see . . . Logan, do you have a number? Justin says you're scrambled." Apparently, Justin had been trying to get the number already. Logan smiled, Justin sounded like someone he would like.
"Yeah," Logan rattled off his number to Zack, who repeated it to Justin. "It's my cell number, you can give that to all of them -- I use it mostly on business, so no personal calls will come through."
"How did you know that?" Zack said into the phone, obviously not speaking to Logan. "Yes, its true . . . I'm not lying . . . Okay, okay . . . Yes, Justin, I will ask . . ." Zack put his hand over the mouthpiece. "Do you have an Eyes Only contact in Los Angeles? Okay, I know the answer, but Justin wants to make certain I ask."
"Yes . . . a team of two that sends me a lot of good stuff . . . don't tell me that you're speaking to LA?" Logan said, shaking his head in amazement.
"Yeah, and he and Jhondie've been together for years longer than I've known you," Zack said. "Technically, you've known a Manticore soldier for much longer than you thought. I've known for a while . . . okay, I've known since Jhondie was about seventeen or eighteen . . . "
"And you just didn't want to tell me, did you?" Logan asked.
Zack waved him away, "Okay, so have Jhondie call." Pressing the pound key, Zack started dialing again almost immediately. "Krit . . . good . . . meet me at Foggle Towers, in Seattle . . . yeah . . . you know the place? Oh, get anything good? How much did it fence for? Okay, bye . . ."
All in all, Zack made four calls. "If I brought up more, it would just be hurting the mission. We don't want to get us all caught," he explained. Jhondie was on her way, as well as Krit, Syl, and Seana. "Seana'll be here first. She's is northern Oregon."
True to his word, Seana was there in a few hours. A small, delicate looking girl, she had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. She was quiet, as Logan and Original Cindy got the impression. However, when she started talking, it was another story.
"Hey, Seana," Zack said, motioning for her to sit down. She stood, staring at the group in front of her, holding a large duffle bag.
"W'sup, Z? I get this all mysterious phone call, then its all, hi, how are ya? Gimme the stats or I'm out," she sat down heavily on the couch, then took off her cap. Her hair was in a long braid, which went down to her waist. "You gonna talk or am I gonna walk?" she asked irritably.
"Seana," warned Zack, "this is for Max."
The girl's expression softened. "What about Max?" she asked. At that moment, Logan's phone began to beep.
"Sorry," Logan started, "I must have gotten another voicemail . . . I set it on call if I get a new message . . ." he walked over and picked up the phone. Zack turned back to Seana.
"She's alive, and we're gonna bring her back," he said.
"That's my kinda talking," Seana said. "Hey, who is the silent hottie in the corner?"
"That," Zack said, "is Original Cindy."
"Is Original Cindy wrong in guessing you bat for the all girl's team?" Original Cindy asked.
Seana looked her over, "Original Cindy just might be right, if she's up to bat."
"After we save Max," Original Cindy said, grinning. She tilted her head to the side, checking out the smaller woman's body.
"Most definitely," Seana told her, starting to un-braid her hair. "Gotta fix my hair now that I know I've got to look my best," she explained, winking at Original Cindy.
Logan suddenly exclaimed, "There's a third party!"
"What?" Original Cindy asked. "Boo, you tryin' to scare us into early death with your yelps? What third party?"
Logan turned around. "Someone named Renfro," he said triumphantly, "has just called me, saying that she has Max and she'll have me if I don't stop. I'm going to call her back and set up a meeting for the day after Lydecker's."
"You sure it's safe?" Original Cindy asked. "We can't lose the brains of our operation."
"What else will we do to save Max? She's alive and we've got to make certain she stays that way," Logan said, sitting back in his chair.
"That's right," came a voice from the doorway. Yet another blonde stood in the doorway. She much taller than any of the previous Manticore women. Max and Seana were by no means the tallest things on that side of the mountain.
"Jhondie," Zack introduced her to the party already assembled. Jhondie put a bag she was carrying by the door.
"Hi, LA," Logan said casually, his face neutral.
"Hey, Eyes. Justin wasn't lying, I see," Jhondie said. "So, when's Syl coming? What with the dumb blonde genes that surely run into the family," she winked at Zack, "we might just be able to come up with a decent party to save Max's ass."
"Maybe," Original Cindy said, the only non-blonde in the room. "Original Cindy is about to get sunstroke, what with all the fine hotties in the room. Excuse her while she takes a shower. Images of her and Seana are very prominent in her head." Original Cindy slinked out of the room and into the bathroom.
Jhondie eyed her appreciatively. "Now that is somebody who speaks her mind," she laughed. Seana bristled. "Don't worry, not my side of the street, remember?"
"Stay on your side, I'll stay on mine," Seana told her.
"Hey, I'll stay on my side, too," a tall boy -- for he looked so young Logan could think of him of nothing other than a boy -- walked into the room.
Logan was immediately reminded of a striking resemblance to Max. He regretted getting drunk and not attending Max's funeral -- he wondered how many of them actually looked alike. Max and this boy could have been twins. "If my name isn't Krit Martinez, I don't know what it is," he said by way of introduction. His bag was almost as long as he was.
"Logan Cale," Logan held out his hand to the man-ling. "I'm . . . Max's . . . friend . . ." he said awkwardly.
"We all come here for a remembering Max reunion?" asked Krit as Syl walked into the room, also sporting a large bag. She was blonde, and Logan smiled, there seemed to be no end to the blondes in Max's family.
"You missed out on a few things," Logan told the two of them. "About Max: she's alive and we're going to get her back," Logan said, tossing her a paper. "That's her location. I've got two 'interviews' set up for tomorrow and the day after. One is with Lydecker, the other is with someone known as Renfro who claims to have Max. We'll see which of the two is more helpful to us."
"Little miss me is a little overwhelmed, so I'm gonna sit," Syl said, sitting down suddenly.
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Part .08
After they had established the hopeful location of Max, Zack grabbed the phone and checked his own voicemail.
"No new messages," Zack told them, tapping his fingers absently on the tabletop, "but that's a good thing." He then began dialing, rapidly, a new number. "Yes, Jhondie? Oh, hi Justin . . . put Jhondie on the phone, its important . . . she's out . . . tell her to give me a ring when she gets back in . . . no, the moment she gets back in. . . . oh, yeah . . . let's see . . . Logan, do you have a number? Justin says you're scrambled." Apparently, Justin had been trying to get the number already. Logan smiled, Justin sounded like someone he would like.
"Yeah," Logan rattled off his number to Zack, who repeated it to Justin. "It's my cell number, you can give that to all of them -- I use it mostly on business, so no personal calls will come through."
"How did you know that?" Zack said into the phone, obviously not speaking to Logan. "Yes, its true . . . I'm not lying . . . Okay, okay . . . Yes, Justin, I will ask . . ." Zack put his hand over the mouthpiece. "Do you have an Eyes Only contact in Los Angeles? Okay, I know the answer, but Justin wants to make certain I ask."
"Yes . . . a team of two that sends me a lot of good stuff . . . don't tell me that you're speaking to LA?" Logan said, shaking his head in amazement.
"Yeah, and he and Jhondie've been together for years longer than I've known you," Zack said. "Technically, you've known a Manticore soldier for much longer than you thought. I've known for a while . . . okay, I've known since Jhondie was about seventeen or eighteen . . . "
"And you just didn't want to tell me, did you?" Logan asked.
Zack waved him away, "Okay, so have Jhondie call." Pressing the pound key, Zack started dialing again almost immediately. "Krit . . . good . . . meet me at Foggle Towers, in Seattle . . . yeah . . . you know the place? Oh, get anything good? How much did it fence for? Okay, bye . . ."
All in all, Zack made four calls. "If I brought up more, it would just be hurting the mission. We don't want to get us all caught," he explained. Jhondie was on her way, as well as Krit, Syl, and Seana. "Seana'll be here first. She's is northern Oregon."
True to his word, Seana was there in a few hours. A small, delicate looking girl, she had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. She was quiet, as Logan and Original Cindy got the impression. However, when she started talking, it was another story.
"Hey, Seana," Zack said, motioning for her to sit down. She stood, staring at the group in front of her, holding a large duffle bag.
"W'sup, Z? I get this all mysterious phone call, then its all, hi, how are ya? Gimme the stats or I'm out," she sat down heavily on the couch, then took off her cap. Her hair was in a long braid, which went down to her waist. "You gonna talk or am I gonna walk?" she asked irritably.
"Seana," warned Zack, "this is for Max."
The girl's expression softened. "What about Max?" she asked. At that moment, Logan's phone began to beep.
"Sorry," Logan started, "I must have gotten another voicemail . . . I set it on call if I get a new message . . ." he walked over and picked up the phone. Zack turned back to Seana.
"She's alive, and we're gonna bring her back," he said.
"That's my kinda talking," Seana said. "Hey, who is the silent hottie in the corner?"
"That," Zack said, "is Original Cindy."
"Is Original Cindy wrong in guessing you bat for the all girl's team?" Original Cindy asked.
Seana looked her over, "Original Cindy just might be right, if she's up to bat."
"After we save Max," Original Cindy said, grinning. She tilted her head to the side, checking out the smaller woman's body.
"Most definitely," Seana told her, starting to un-braid her hair. "Gotta fix my hair now that I know I've got to look my best," she explained, winking at Original Cindy.
Logan suddenly exclaimed, "There's a third party!"
"What?" Original Cindy asked. "Boo, you tryin' to scare us into early death with your yelps? What third party?"
Logan turned around. "Someone named Renfro," he said triumphantly, "has just called me, saying that she has Max and she'll have me if I don't stop. I'm going to call her back and set up a meeting for the day after Lydecker's."
"You sure it's safe?" Original Cindy asked. "We can't lose the brains of our operation."
"What else will we do to save Max? She's alive and we've got to make certain she stays that way," Logan said, sitting back in his chair.
"That's right," came a voice from the doorway. Yet another blonde stood in the doorway. She much taller than any of the previous Manticore women. Max and Seana were by no means the tallest things on that side of the mountain.
"Jhondie," Zack introduced her to the party already assembled. Jhondie put a bag she was carrying by the door.
"Hi, LA," Logan said casually, his face neutral.
"Hey, Eyes. Justin wasn't lying, I see," Jhondie said. "So, when's Syl coming? What with the dumb blonde genes that surely run into the family," she winked at Zack, "we might just be able to come up with a decent party to save Max's ass."
"Maybe," Original Cindy said, the only non-blonde in the room. "Original Cindy is about to get sunstroke, what with all the fine hotties in the room. Excuse her while she takes a shower. Images of her and Seana are very prominent in her head." Original Cindy slinked out of the room and into the bathroom.
Jhondie eyed her appreciatively. "Now that is somebody who speaks her mind," she laughed. Seana bristled. "Don't worry, not my side of the street, remember?"
"Stay on your side, I'll stay on mine," Seana told her.
"Hey, I'll stay on my side, too," a tall boy -- for he looked so young Logan could think of him of nothing other than a boy -- walked into the room.
Logan was immediately reminded of a striking resemblance to Max. He regretted getting drunk and not attending Max's funeral -- he wondered how many of them actually looked alike. Max and this boy could have been twins. "If my name isn't Krit Martinez, I don't know what it is," he said by way of introduction. His bag was almost as long as he was.
"Logan Cale," Logan held out his hand to the man-ling. "I'm . . . Max's . . . friend . . ." he said awkwardly.
"We all come here for a remembering Max reunion?" asked Krit as Syl walked into the room, also sporting a large bag. She was blonde, and Logan smiled, there seemed to be no end to the blondes in Max's family.
"You missed out on a few things," Logan told the two of them. "About Max: she's alive and we're going to get her back," Logan said, tossing her a paper. "That's her location. I've got two 'interviews' set up for tomorrow and the day after. One is with Lydecker, the other is with someone known as Renfro who claims to have Max. We'll see which of the two is more helpful to us."
"Little miss me is a little overwhelmed, so I'm gonna sit," Syl said, sitting down suddenly.
