Lydecker stared down at the man resting in his wheelchair, still unconscious.

They were alone in a small room with no windows, although two armed guards waited outside the heavy metal door. A single table was mounted to the cement floor between Lydecker and this man. Despite the fact that there were two chairs, Lydecker still stood, watching carefully.

Logan Cale and Eyes Only. Who would've thought that they were the same person?

Logan Cale was known to Lydecker only as a hapless journalist who had willingly risked his own life for the safety of the women at the genetics conference. Lydecker had been amused at the thought of the men holding them hostage bending to a cripple's wishes. Yet, surprisingly, the men had consented, and Logan was taken-even though he was distinctly marked for death. No longer was he just a journalist in a wheelchair; in Lydecker's eyes he was a soldier risking it all to save his troops. And it reminded Lydecker of his days back in the army. His days of glory.

But, Eyes Only. Now that was different man altogether-and not just because he was on TV.

Eyes Only had foiled Lydecker's plans to recapture the children of Manticore on more than one occasion. For the longest time after the X5s were alerted to the danger of Lydecker when X5-599, Zack, had revealed their locations, Lydecker could never figure out exactly why a national crusader for peace would be meddling in his affairs. And how he would know about Lydecker's functions in the first part was the bigger mystery.

But, when Lydecker received a message to meet with Eyes Only during the mass murders of X5-493, Ben, Lydecker began to see the pieces fall into place. It did take a little bit of deductive reasoning, but being an intelligent man, Lydecker was able to see the connection.

Two very different men. Logan Cale and Eyes Only. The opposites of each other in nearly everything.

But, they had one thing in common.

Max.

She was there when Logan sacrificed himself for the women at the genetics conference.

She was there for X5-493, Ben's, killings and had most likely killed him, since no other person in Seattle had that kind of power. So, it had to be an X5 that had murdered X5-493.

Yet, even through the many observations Lydecker had made of both men, he never would've guessed they were the same person. Never.

His thoughts were interrupted as Logan began to stir in his chair. There was a dark bruise on his left temple where he had been knocked unconscious, along with a cut on the top of his lip. Without his glasses, having been removed in the brief scuffle, it made the point all too clear to Lydecker that this was Eyes Only.

Slowly, Lydecker sat down in a chair across from Logan, clasping his hand together and bringing them to his own lips, waiting to speak. Logan's own hands were tied to the arms on his wheelchair, preventing him from going anywhere, plus the wheelchair had its brake on, and Logan was unable to touch it. He glared angrily at Lydecker with raging blue eyes.

"Mr. Logan Cale," Lydecker stated, breaking the long silence as he let his hands fall back to the table. Logan didn't flinch at the sound of his own name, for he knew that he couldn't show such weakness. "You're probably wondering why I brought you here." Still, Logan made no move to communicate with the older man, irritating Lydecker. "Talk to me," he said to Logan. "I'm not who you think I am."

"Then who…or what…are you?" Logan spat, although his eyes never shifted.

"I'm not different than you-"

"Your first lie. Really, I'm surprised. After all I've heard about you, I would've hoped for a more truthful sentence to start the conversation."