Chapter 4

AN: This stuff keeps flowing out of me.  Thanx to all of you who have reviewed it was more then I expected in such a short time.  And because you were all so good I've decided not to make you wait for weeks for the next part.  What can I say other then you've made my day…I was getting sick of posting stories and getting only two reviews.  And sadly I fear I have let my X-files stories down as I worked exclusively on DA.   Mulder and Scully are crying… So if I disappear for a while it's because I felt bad leaving my two favorite agents in such angst.  Ok I'm done with my running commentary… On with the show.

            "I can't believe it's been two months." Asha commented as Logan fixed a quick lunch.

            "Yeah, it still gets me.  I mean every once and awhile something happens and I want to run to the phone and tell Mom about it but then I remember." Logan answered suavely.  If he was going to convince Asha that he needed the S1W's help he figured he'd better play the sensitive ear.

            "You two were really close weren't you?" she questioned.  In all honestly the two had been fairly close and the real Logan was still reeling from his mother's death. 

            "Yeah…But can we talk about something else."  It was too close to home, too far, and definitely too fast.  Even suave and confident Logan couldn't face a conversation about his parents' death so calmly.

            "So…There a reason you invited me over?" Asha asked awkwardly.  She'd only known the man for a week and here he was inviting her over for lunch, convincing her boss that she would be back early, and charming the heck out of her.

            "Yeah actually, I wanted to spend some more time with you." Logan attempted but could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't buying it.

            "Really?" she questioned sarcastically.

            "Yes and no.  Here try this." Logan offered holding a spoon with sauce on it to her lips as a peace offering.  His mind flashed on another pair of lips from two months ago and he suddenly very much wanted those lips in his kitchen instead.

            Asha accepted his peace offering and grinned in delight as she swallowed.

            "Good?" he questioned innocently with a devilish smile of his own.

            "Hell yes.  Where did you learn to cook like that?"

            "Family recipe…so about why you're here…" Logan started and seeing that Asha was all ears he continued.  "Recently I've come into the employment of a certain underground journalist, who is seeking for an ally in the S1W.  He's hoping that your group wouldn't mind sticking their noses into other people's business once in a while. You know getting added to the official informant network that sort of think." He threw out casually like he had been talking about how to cook spaghetti instead of an underground network of informants.  Asha looked more then a little surprised but recovered quickly.

            "Your employer's got a lot of nerve…" she started.  "He got a code name or something…I mean you do realize that this decision is up to the S1W assuming I even know how to get in contact with them."

            "Oh I'm sure you know how to get into contact with them.  And he's going by Eyes Only."  Logan said smugly. 

            "The cable hack guy?" Asha asked clearly impressed.

            "I think he prefers freedom streaming videos…" Logan said slightly hurt.

            "You sure do know how to pick 'em Logan.  Wouldn't have figured you for the underground type.  What with all this?" Asha said gesturing to his newly furnished apartment at Foggle Towers.  Logan flinched slightly at the mention of his newly acquired belongings, reminded all to clearly of how they had come about.  But he managed to get by unnoticed and continued.

            "Actually I've been underground for quite awhile now.  Pulled some time with the Freedom Riders, had a little stint with the UWS, even did time with the BSP." Logan offered.

            "Impressive…the BSP…kinda messy aren't they?" Asha asked.

            "Our time together was short lived." Asha nodded.

            "Rebellious were you?"

            "My mother wanted me to write, my father wanted me to run the family business, and I wanted to save the world.  What more can I say?"

            "Cocky too."  Logan chuckled and Asha smiled pleased to get a reaction.

            "You can tell your boss that we'll be keeping in touch. I really have to get back to work." Asha said breaking the stare she had been locking in with Logan.

            "What about lunch?"

            "Already ate.  And that sauce has too much garlic in it." She said smiling as she turned to look at Logan's comical expression.  "You never asked and my father owned a restaurant pre-pulse."  Logan smiled at her back as she left and he walked over to his new computer set up.

            Pulling up a list off of his computer he added the S1W to the informant net. 

            Logan recalled that night two months ago once more.  He'd kill to have someone like the catlike goddess sent to kill him, on his network.  She could really come in handy.  Even as he thought them though, the thoughts made him feel guilty and he conjured up enough hate to run the whole broken city of Seattle then forced it onto the image of the girl.  It didn't work so he tried the other soldiers she was with and found it worked remarkably well.

            He'd spent the whole night running and the next three weeks sorting out the details of his parents' deaths and planning his new life.  Thus out of the disaster Eyes Only was born.  The name came from two things, the fact that he only showed his eyes in his broadcasts, and the girl who had tried to kill him that night.  Her eyes seemed to be everywhere he looked and he found that sometimes he was looking for her eyes in other people.  He wasn't sure what to make out of this.

            His work underground had prepared him only marginally for Eyes Only.  He'd spent hours trying to come up with a way to get his message across without being caught.   He wanted the biggest medium and the faster spreading.  TV seemed to be the only answer because despite the poverty stricken state that the world was in a TV was still found in most homes and if not in the home, in the workplace.  Even the homeless had access to a TV somewhere.  And after hours of work he'd finally been able to figure out a relatively safe way to broadcast his news stories.

            Contacts had been much easier.  Groups like the S1W were eager to help fight the good fight and recruiting them had been all too easy.  Those who didn't do it out of the goodness of their hearts could be bought for a marginal fee. 

            And so two weeks ago Eyes Only made his first cable hack.  Logan had to admit that it was a thrilling experience.  The element of danger excited him and left him craving more.  Multiple hacks had followed up and day-by-day his informant network was growing larger.  From cops on the take, to cops just trying to do his or her job to underground revolutionaries, everyone seemed to want in and Logan was flooded with information. 

            Smiling to himself Logan wondered what the people who had tried to take him out were thinking now.  He was sure they'd never thought that this could be the result.  Pulling up some information on a military base in Gillette Wyoming Logan settled in to reading some information given to him by one of his new informants.

            Genetically engineered killing machines, now that was something worth learning about.