The Encounter Part 5

          Zack slid a clip into his 9mm Glock and slid it back into his holster. Logan had found an old sewer pipe that he and max could use to enter the base. He had also found a highly detailed set of blueprints that included the ventilation system.

          Logan had even been able to contact a friend to get them weapons. Zack inched towards the door of the computer room to listen to the conversation going on inside.

          "Why did you get weapons for us?" Max asked sliding a 38-caliber revolver into a holster on her belt, "I mean Mr. Logan Cale defender of the weak and innocent getting us weapons that are used to kill. I never thought I'd see the day."

          Max was now wearing camouflage BDU's and her curly hair had been straightened and pulled back in a ponytail. "I don't really consider Mantacore soldiers innocent or weak, besides I would do anything to help you find a missing piece of your life."

          Zack peered around the doorframe and looked into the room. He saw Max bend down and give Logan a slow, sweet kiss on the lips. Logan put his had on the back of her neck and pulled her in closer. Zack quietly left the doorframe and went back into the kitchen to give them a little time alone.

          Zack took off his gun and holster, picked up his motorcycle keys and yelled to Max that he would be back in a few minutes. He heard Max give a muffled goodbye as he left. Zack smiled to himself as he put on his helmet. If he couldn't have Max he at least wanted her to be happy.

          Zack pulled into a gas station and got off his bike and went inside. Zack quickly decided that this was the best place to get supplies that would be open at this time of night. He hurried and bought 2 boxes of granola bars, 2 flashlights, extra batteries, a pack of matches, a box of gauze and some anti-bacterial cream, a bottle of Vodka and a 12 pack of beer. Then he walked to a hardware store across the street and bought 200 feet of rope, a pair of heavy wire cutters and a crowbar.

          He then stashed everything on his motorcycle and rode around Seattle for about 30 minutes before returning to Logan's apartment. He crept in quietly so he would not disturb them if they were still busy. He put everything in the kitchen then silently walked to the computer room. He looked inside and saw that Max and Logan were still kissing each other heatedly.

          Zack walked back to the kitchen and opened one of the bottles of beer. "Damn, I hope she's not in heat," Zack muttered to himself.

          As if on cue Max walked into the room. Her skin was a little flushed and Zack could tell that her lips were a little swollen but besides that she looked normal.

          She walked over to the fridge, grabbed a beer and sat across from Zack. "I just talked to Logan and it looks like we'll have to walk because every single route from here to Gillett has 3 or 4 checkpoints, way to many for us to go through. Even with sector passes 2 kids carrying guns will pose a slight question."

          "No problem," Zack said drinking his beer, "if we travel fairly hard then we can get there in 3 days and we might even be able to hitch a ride or 2 on the way."

          "So when do we leave?" Max asked chewing on her lower lip with a dreamy look in her eye as if she could still taste Logan.

          "Tomorrow morning at 6:00," Zack said discarding his empty beer bottle in the trashcan, "I'm a little tired so do you think you can help Logan get everything ready?"

          Zack saw max nod as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He pulled his Glock out of the holster and put it under the sofa cushion he was using as a pillow. He grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and lay down. He was asleep almost instantly dreaming about the mission.

Zack had just enough time to register disgust at himself before he fell asleep. He felt like a soldier, a Mantacore soldier