Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING 'CEPT MY PLOT. (Sob, sob, But I really want to,
does that count?)
A/N: To those who reviewed, sorry about my evil cliff hangers, and thank you for all the nice things you said, I only know what happens when I write it and I stop when I stop. I'm hoping to post every day so the suspense shouldn't be too bad as long as ffnet keeps working, This is a bit longer than the last part.
Anyone who hasn't reviewed, I'd love a hello or flames you can also e-mail me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com,
And also I assumed a waffle iron works like a sandwich toaster, if that's wrong let me know, me having no experience with waffle irons and all.
Just as Max was about to pounce the phone rang, giving her a measure of control, she stepped back hurriedly as Logan wheeled around her to snatch up the portable. As he answered she returned to the other side of the counter and grabbed the cup of coffee Logan had poured for her.
Logan was completely immersed in the conversation, absently he greased the now hot waffle iron and poured in the first batch, as he listened to what Max assumed was an informant he headed to the computer room and disappeared from view.
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Logan listened intently as Sebastian gave him the IP and FTP addresses of several South African military groups. Although he was uncertain which one control the reds he was fairly sure that there would be several sources of information available, noting them down as he went he was also running through his hacking tactics as well. Realising that the first batch of waffles would be done he headed back to the kitchen.
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As Max sat there she began to list all the reasons why she wasn't going to jump Logan, again. Then feeling more relaxed she began to rehearse ways to tell him of her 'problem'.
She could try the frank approach, 'so Logan, I'm in heat if I jump you sorry, I've got to go now' or the scientific approach.
'Logan, you know that I'm genetically engineered, and this gives me certain abilities, and also certain side effects.' He would nod understandingly and reply 'like the seizures.' Then she could add 'Yes, and my feline DNA causes me to have a estro cycle several times a year, a cat like heat'.
As she tried to articulate Logan re-entered the kitchen, still talking to his contact and removed the now cooked waffle from the iron, once it was on a plate he added a generous dollop of whipped cream, a drizzle of cherry sauce and pushed the plate towards Max with a smile that sent Max's hormones raging.
Once again he put batter into the iron and headed to the computer room and she forced herself to slice off some waffle and take a bite, although it was spectacularly good it wasn't taking her mind off what her body really wanted. Still she forced herself to continue knowing he would be disappointed if she didn't eat.
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After serving Max while still listening to Sebastian's suggestions on information sources he headed back to the computer. 'So you're going to send me what you've already got.' He asked, relived when Sebastian answered in the affirmative. 'Yeah, really a transgenic program, uh. not that I'm aware of. okay thanks Sebastian, you've been a big help.'
Hanging up the phone he was relieved that Sebastian had managed to track down some info on the Reds, but the worrying thing was he though that the South Africans were interested in transgenic technology, for some reason. It was worrying but until anything was confirmed he wouldn't mention it to Max. Sighing and forcing the niggling worries away he headed back to the kitchen and breakfast.
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As he returned, this time sans phone she pushed the plate away and grasped her coffee cup, staring into the cooling black liquid she waited as he flipped his own waffle out and added topping.
He turned to her concern clear in his voice as he spoke softly 'Max, you okay?, you seem a little off this morning, don't you like the waffles?'
'Their great, I'm just not hungry' she replied, steeling herself to continue she began 'Logan'
'You've been acting a little off this morning, you're probably not still feeling right after the fight, you look a little flushed' interrupted Logan inspecting her with eyes darkening with worry.
'Logan' she tried again, and again he interrupted.
'A source with some info on the Reds called, I should have something solid by tonight,' he said 'so if they're worrying you.'
'Logan' yelled, frustrated in so many ways. 'I'm trying to tell you something, I need you to just listen for a minute.' Waiting until he nodded she sighed.
'I can't come to dinner tonight' she began. 'Ma..' he was silenced with a look.
'You know I have cat DNA, well. three times a year I go into heat, and well, you know what a cat's like, so I can't come to dinner tonight.' Totally embarrassed she put her head in her hands. 'I so never wanted to tell you about this' she said.
'Max' he said tenderly, as she looked at him he reached out and stroked her cheek.
The feel of his hand on her skin sent hot waves crashing through her and she lost control. Climbing into his lap she took his mouth and began to plunder it.
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Is this another cliffhanger ending? Will this evilness ever come to an end? Would abregaza want to kill an author doing this to her? The answers will be in the next posting.
A/N: To those who reviewed, sorry about my evil cliff hangers, and thank you for all the nice things you said, I only know what happens when I write it and I stop when I stop. I'm hoping to post every day so the suspense shouldn't be too bad as long as ffnet keeps working, This is a bit longer than the last part.
Anyone who hasn't reviewed, I'd love a hello or flames you can also e-mail me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com,
And also I assumed a waffle iron works like a sandwich toaster, if that's wrong let me know, me having no experience with waffle irons and all.
Just as Max was about to pounce the phone rang, giving her a measure of control, she stepped back hurriedly as Logan wheeled around her to snatch up the portable. As he answered she returned to the other side of the counter and grabbed the cup of coffee Logan had poured for her.
Logan was completely immersed in the conversation, absently he greased the now hot waffle iron and poured in the first batch, as he listened to what Max assumed was an informant he headed to the computer room and disappeared from view.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Logan listened intently as Sebastian gave him the IP and FTP addresses of several South African military groups. Although he was uncertain which one control the reds he was fairly sure that there would be several sources of information available, noting them down as he went he was also running through his hacking tactics as well. Realising that the first batch of waffles would be done he headed back to the kitchen.
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As Max sat there she began to list all the reasons why she wasn't going to jump Logan, again. Then feeling more relaxed she began to rehearse ways to tell him of her 'problem'.
She could try the frank approach, 'so Logan, I'm in heat if I jump you sorry, I've got to go now' or the scientific approach.
'Logan, you know that I'm genetically engineered, and this gives me certain abilities, and also certain side effects.' He would nod understandingly and reply 'like the seizures.' Then she could add 'Yes, and my feline DNA causes me to have a estro cycle several times a year, a cat like heat'.
As she tried to articulate Logan re-entered the kitchen, still talking to his contact and removed the now cooked waffle from the iron, once it was on a plate he added a generous dollop of whipped cream, a drizzle of cherry sauce and pushed the plate towards Max with a smile that sent Max's hormones raging.
Once again he put batter into the iron and headed to the computer room and she forced herself to slice off some waffle and take a bite, although it was spectacularly good it wasn't taking her mind off what her body really wanted. Still she forced herself to continue knowing he would be disappointed if she didn't eat.
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After serving Max while still listening to Sebastian's suggestions on information sources he headed back to the computer. 'So you're going to send me what you've already got.' He asked, relived when Sebastian answered in the affirmative. 'Yeah, really a transgenic program, uh. not that I'm aware of. okay thanks Sebastian, you've been a big help.'
Hanging up the phone he was relieved that Sebastian had managed to track down some info on the Reds, but the worrying thing was he though that the South Africans were interested in transgenic technology, for some reason. It was worrying but until anything was confirmed he wouldn't mention it to Max. Sighing and forcing the niggling worries away he headed back to the kitchen and breakfast.
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As he returned, this time sans phone she pushed the plate away and grasped her coffee cup, staring into the cooling black liquid she waited as he flipped his own waffle out and added topping.
He turned to her concern clear in his voice as he spoke softly 'Max, you okay?, you seem a little off this morning, don't you like the waffles?'
'Their great, I'm just not hungry' she replied, steeling herself to continue she began 'Logan'
'You've been acting a little off this morning, you're probably not still feeling right after the fight, you look a little flushed' interrupted Logan inspecting her with eyes darkening with worry.
'Logan' she tried again, and again he interrupted.
'A source with some info on the Reds called, I should have something solid by tonight,' he said 'so if they're worrying you.'
'Logan' yelled, frustrated in so many ways. 'I'm trying to tell you something, I need you to just listen for a minute.' Waiting until he nodded she sighed.
'I can't come to dinner tonight' she began. 'Ma..' he was silenced with a look.
'You know I have cat DNA, well. three times a year I go into heat, and well, you know what a cat's like, so I can't come to dinner tonight.' Totally embarrassed she put her head in her hands. 'I so never wanted to tell you about this' she said.
'Max' he said tenderly, as she looked at him he reached out and stroked her cheek.
The feel of his hand on her skin sent hot waves crashing through her and she lost control. Climbing into his lap she took his mouth and began to plunder it.
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Is this another cliffhanger ending? Will this evilness ever come to an end? Would abregaza want to kill an author doing this to her? The answers will be in the next posting.