Lydecker was shocked for a moment that a man in a position such as Logan's would speak to him so assertively. They might have been bargaining for their life or crying and whimpering, but biting back so harshly? Yet, Lydecker, being a stern commander, regained his composure and smiled wryly.

"And how much have you heard about me, Mr. Cale?"

"Enough."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out," Logan bit with an ice in his voice he rarely used under normal circumstances. But, this was not a normal situation, and this was certainly not a normal man he was talking to.

Lydecker sighed and ran his index finger over his rough chin. Logan was going to be more of a hassle than he'd assumed. But, no matter. Just all part of the game.

"Everything you've heard about me, you most likely heard from X5-, excuse me, Max, I'm guessing."

"She doesn't need to be brought into this-"

"Well," Lydecker continued, ignoring Logan's comment almost entirely. "I'm sure you, as Eyes Only, of course, could understand my motives."

Logan flinched unintentionally. He hadn't realized that Lydecker knew both of him now. Everything Logan said was going to have to be carefully controlled. Couldn't be too cautious in a place such as this.

"Your motives I can understand quite clearly-creating powerful soldiers so that fewer men would have to die. But the reason-destroying children-for doing so is not so well understood."

"I was going to create something better-"

"And in the process you created a fatal mistake."

"They were never mistreated. All of their lives had a purpose."

"They were kids!" Logan spat so vehemently that spit flew from his lips as he leaned forward in his chair as if ready to jump out and attack Lydecker.

Lydecker shook his head, denying what Logan said. "They were soldiers."

"You'd like to think so; you'd like to believe that what you did had a purpose. They were children…children of the damned," he replied, remembering what Max had said before.

"You've very presumptuous for a man in your position, Mr. Cale."

"I've been in worse conditions."

"Do you not realize that I have the power to kill you?"

"And you won't."

"You're questioning me?" Lydecker asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I am. Shocking for you-isn't it? But, nonetheless, had you wanted me dead, you would've already done so. You've had at least a hundred chances to eliminate me off the face of this earth, but you haven't, so you won't."

Lydecker said nothing, for he knew that Logan was right. He wouldn't kill him. It had taken far too much trouble and time to transport Logan from his Seattle home all the way to Wyoming. The man couldn't die now. His capture, therefore, would all be in vain. And Lydecker had a point to make, which he was determined to make.

"You know, I'm a patient man. We could sit here talking for as long as you would like, or we could just get right to the point," Lydecker stated as he leaned slightly forward in his chair.

"Why don't you pick?" Logan sneered. "After all, you are the mastermind behind this ingenious plot. Or, did one of your men help you?"

"I concurred the plan. But, let's get to the point, shall we?"

"And what is the point?"

"You have something that's of great value to me, Mr. Cale."

"I have nothing you would want."

"Yes, yes you do," Lydecker replied with a hoarse laugh. "Max."