Max and Zack zipped through the snow like two tiny dragonflies, their headlights splicing the night in two. Neither of them needed to slow down for the other because they were both so incredibly intrepid. Pinching corners and jumping over any and all obstacles in the way was the way that they traveled.
Max traveled a little bit farther out in front of Zack so that her back wheel was even with his front. After all, she was the one who was the most eager to see Logan, not Zack. In fact, Zack would've forgotten about Logan and left him there if he had been in charge. But, Max's big brother was not in charge this time-she was.
All she wanted to do was to run to Logan and clutch his ruddy face in her hands, while covering him in sweet kisses and apologizing for ever getting him involved in her life. He deserved so much better than the psycho existence she lived, but she just couldn't bring herself to leave him.
Zack meanwhile, wasn't thinking about Logan. He was worried about Tinga and how they were going to get her out, about Max's safety on the road, why Zane was being so stubborn lately, what Jhondi was really thinking the last time he talked to her and how to avoid being killed by Brin. There were way too many things that were far more important than the safety of Max's newest love interest.
It wasn't that Zack outright hated Logan. But yet, there was enough distaste between the two of them that kept Zack away from Seattle whenever he could dodge it. Even though Logan had kissed Max…and Zack had seen it…he wasn't about to go into a frantic frenzy over it.
Suddenly, Max slowed down so that she traveled right beside him. "There's a car!" she yelled over the blowing snow and the growling engines. "It's up in the ditch!"
"So?!"
"It's a Manticore hummer!"
Instantly, Zack felt his insides freeze and it wasn't from the cold. Now he not only had to worry about the previous problems, but what exactly lay inside of the Manticore car.
Max pulled over to the side of the road and hopped off of her bike. She scooted carefully down the side of the snowy bank, but not carefully enough for snow still managed to get inside of her boots. Shivering, Max looked inside of the crushed vehicle.
"Anybody in there?" Zack asked, coming up from behind her.
"Yeah, the driver's dead though. Head smashed in pretty bad. But there's a lady in there as well."
"Let her die," Zack grunted.
"We can't just leave her here!"
"She's from Manticore! She'll kill us on sight if she wanted to. No questions asked."
"I'm not leaving her here."
"Oh, that's right…you and your sentimentalities," he sneered.
"Well, think about it. If she really is from Manticore, then she'll be our ticket in to get Logan."
Logan. Zack had nearly forgotten about the man whose life they were supposed to be saving.
"Fine," he groaned and helped Max pulled Renfro, bloody and bruised, out of the car. "I hope we just don't live to regret this like we did with the time we used Lydecker to get Brin out."
"We got her out-didn't we?"
"And she went right back in."
