Logan stood over Max, wondering if he should have insisted on Tinga going to work at her bakery instead of staying back to watch over Max.

The woman was still sedated, but Logan knew she could wake up at anytime, and he wasn't sure if the handcuffs would to anything to faze the genetically engineered woman.

Suddenly her eyes opened, and she stared coldly at Logan.

"Take it easy." He took an involuntary step backwards.

Suddenly Logan heard a snap, and Max flew at him, pinning him to the ground, "Where is she?" her hand was at his neck, limiting his breathing.

Logan tried to swallow, noticing Max's thumb bent a strange angle, wincing at the though she'd broken her own thumb to free herself of the cuffs. She pushed harder against his neck, "Where?"

"I don't know." Logan croaked, "Why don't you let me go and we'll talk."

Max watched him for a bit, then slowly let go of his neck, backing up to stand, watching him warily.

Logan sat up, rubbing his throat, already feeling the bruise she'd left.

"Talk about what?" Max asked.

Logan stood, "About what exactly it is your doing here."

Max shrugged, the beginnings of a smile creeping across her lips, "Completing my objective."

"Which is?"

"Who are you anyway?"

"Someone who's taken a great interest in your work."

Max frowned, "And what exactly do you know about my work?"

"I know you've come to collect Tinga. To take her back."

"Back where?" she asked innocently.

"I thought I was the one asking the questions." Logan smiled at her, then instantly regretted it. Max's pose turned defensive, her guard instantly went up.

"What.."

Max turned suddenly, catching a blow to her head from Tinga. The other girl followed through with a kick to her stomach, sending Max to the floor.

"Wait! Tinga!" Logan moved to stand in front of Tinga, and the girl stopped in her tracks.

Behind him, Max flipped to her feet, then kicked out at Logan's back sending him crashing into Tinga. Tinga threw Logan to the floor, and shot after Max, who'd sailed out the window. She stopped at the windowsill, watching Max disappear.

"She'll be back." She spoke, more to herself.

"She wasn't leaving." Logan picked himself up, thoroughly disgusted, "If you'd bothered to wait, you'd have noticed she wasn't trying to kill me."

"That's because she wasn't after you." Tinga turned around to face him, "If she'd seen me first, I wouldn't be standing here."

"She obviously doesn't have a kill-on-site order."

"Your point?"

"Perhaps you can talk to her. See if she'll listen to reason."

Tinga didn't answer, and Logan noticed her hand shaking slightly.

"Tinga?"

Suddenly her body convulsed, and she fell forwards on to her knees, her whole body now shaking violently

"You okay?" Logan bent down beside her, helpless as to what to do.

"I'm not feeling so good." She sat down, hugging her knees, "It'll pass. Always does." She reached into her pocket, pulling out her bottle of Tryptophan pills, pushing a few into her mouth.

"What can I do?" Logan asked worriedly as she shaking hands threw the bottle to the ground. Her pills scattered.

"Nothing." She sounded almost angry, "Just give me some space."

Logan stood up, at a loss. Her body jerked a few times more until she finally settled. She looked up into Logan's eyes, then abruptly stood up. "Lets go find this bitch."