Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Hi there! Glad you're still reading this! I have the story pretty much figured out in my head. Just have to find a way to write it out. But I'm trying. Please review! It can really make my day to know people are reading this.
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Chapter 3
Max! Once again she had sneaked in without ringing the doorbell.
Logan tried to focus on reality, leaving the upsetting and confusing dream he had just had behind. The bitter and desperate feeling was still lingering in the back of his head. He could still sense the nagging fear inside his chest, feel his heart beat at a maddening pace.
He forced himself to concentrate on his surroundings; Okay, he was in his bedroom, blinds half closed, door left open a crack, like he always did it, to make sure no one could sneak in on him unnoticed.
Okay then, he reminded himself. Everything's all right. It was just a bad dream. Just calm down already!
He felt that his mouth was as dry as a desert, whereas his shirt was clinging at him, all sweaty and soaked. Then he heard the voice again.
"Logan?! I'm starving! Got anything to eat?"
Logan struggled to sit up, untangling the sheets, hastily transferring to his wheelchair.
He certainly would not want Max to walk in on him like this. He reached for a fresh T-shirt and rushed over to his bathroom. He definitely needed a shower, but there was just no time for that now. So he just washed his face, changed his shirt and put on some cologne, hoping that would do for now.
**** Max whirled around at the sound of the wheels on the wooden floor.
"Hi there.Thought I had heard someone stir! Looks like my timing's bad."
She eyed him up and down in his boxers, T-shirt and tousled hair. A little smile escaped her lips, seeing him disheveled like this.
She smiled: "You 'been sleepin? It's after noon!"
Logan approached her, looking at his watch, to check what time it was.
"Didn't sleep much at night." He mumbled, his voice a little scratchy.
"Working on a new case?" Max asked casually.
He hesitated for a second then continued: "Well, I found out about some bad stuff going on at the 'Make them smile again' foundation."
Max drew a face: "Stupid name that, isn't it?" She strolled over to the fridge and looked inside. "Don't they collect money for children.?"
She stared inside, then took out a box of orange juice, and took a deep draught from the package. When she saw Logan's irritated look, she put down the juice and said. "Sorry, forgot I'm not home..I'll get myself a glass." She opened several cupboards before she found one. She kept forgetting that there was no use for Logan to store his dishes in the overhead cupboards. Bling had removed most of the stuff from there to the lower cupboards he could easily reach. She bent down to get a glass from one of the bottom shelves, twisting her body in her tight biker outfit.
Logan had to pull himself together not to lose thread with his story at this view. He caught himself lost in the thought that her full soft lips had touched this box of juice. . He wouldn't bother about a glass neither later on. .And how sexy she looked in those tight clothes.
Logan shook off those thoughts. This dream must have confused me completely!!!! What the hell am I doing here. This is kind of pathetic.After all we are just, well.. business partners. Or rather he was the brain, she was the legs.as she had put it.- Which is actually even more pathetic.
He reassembled himself, trying to stop staring at her...He shook his head to himself and cleared is throat:
"Ahem...They collect money for terminally sick children in order to fulfil their biggest dreams. Well as far as possible, that is. Most of them are too sick to even get out of hospital. They also send presents to the hospitals for Christmas and things like that."
"Sounds nice to me, so what's the problem?"
Logan had found back his posture: "The problem is, most of the collected money never reaches its called for destination. Some of the shareholders are having a nice time, spending it for their own purposes.They have developed a clever way of transferring small amounts to several secret accounts-most of them in Europe-, so that the money is extremely difficult to track down."
"I'm sure you did it anyway" Max responded, smirking at his oh-so-typical Eyes Only matter-of-factly introduction to this case.
"Took me all night..but yes, I did." Logan yawned, rolling over to the counter to make himself some coffee. Despite the fact, that this case really got to his attention, he still felt drowsy and confused and needed to get a clear head. Max watched him get busy, waiting for what else there was to come. When Logan did not bother to continue the topic, she asked:
"So where's my part of the story?" -Since the day she had started doing the leg work for Eyes Only, Logan had never told her about a case without having some work to do for her. Like sneaking around, breaking into some building, stealing some secret information, or freeing someone.
This time though it would be different. "Don't worry. I don't need your help on this one. I called detective Sung this morning. He is taking care of those people. Case rested for now."
Max fixed her eyes on him, still fumbling away with the coffee machine. Even from behind she could figure that something strange was going on here. Eyes Only never put down a case that easily or left it in the hands of someone else. There was a good deal of hesitation in his voice, mixing with his fake light-hearted tone.
Well, whatever. Maybe he is just tired or something. I am not exactly in the mood to go out and kick somebody's ass anyway.
"But if you are eager to do some work for Eyes Only I am sure I can find you something else in no time short! Can I just have my coffee first?" he added, trying to make it sound like a joke.
Max did not really know what to make of it, but she figured that she should probably leave right now. She suddenly felt uncompfortable. After all she had just woken him up. She put down her glass and reached for her jacket. " Gotta go. I still have some deliveries to do."
"Hey!" he called after her. "Didn't you want something to eat?"
"Did you take a look into your fridge recently? Nothing in there!!! And I don't exactly like eggs with mustard and strawberry jam that much! "she yelled back, slamming the door behind her. Outside she was relieved to jump on her bike and speed through the cold winter air. Something strange had been hanging in the air up in Logan's penthouse. She just could not tell what it was yet.
*** Logan frowned and moved over to the fridge to look inside. As a matter of fact it was practically empty. He had totally forgotten to go shopping over his last case.
Come to think about it, he had not had a decent meal for two days now. He had just taken the time to get himself a bowl of cereal every now and then between calling informants, following hints and cracking codes. But he was really getting sick of cereal. Maybe he should call Bling and ask him to join him on a shopping crusade. He was really up for a steak tonight, maybe with some fresh vegetables and .a huge desert! His stomach rumbled at the thought of a decent meal. Maybe Max would like to come over for dinner, so he could make up for his empty fridge this morning.
Smiling to himself in anticipation, he picked up the phone and dialled Bling's number. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------
SO THIS IS PART THREE! For those of you who are expecting some action soon; you'll probably have to wait some more, because I like drawing scenes and pictures more than create some raging action. But you never know- whatever possibility comes up along my way, I will pick it up and seize the opportunity.
There are so many things and so many issues I'd like to write about. But I'd rather work them into my story as I proceed, instead of filling you up with a whole bunch of short single episodes. PLEASE REVIEW! Please feel free to comment on style and language, too! Or tell me what you did not like.
Hi there! Glad you're still reading this! I have the story pretty much figured out in my head. Just have to find a way to write it out. But I'm trying. Please review! It can really make my day to know people are reading this.
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Chapter 3
Max! Once again she had sneaked in without ringing the doorbell.
Logan tried to focus on reality, leaving the upsetting and confusing dream he had just had behind. The bitter and desperate feeling was still lingering in the back of his head. He could still sense the nagging fear inside his chest, feel his heart beat at a maddening pace.
He forced himself to concentrate on his surroundings; Okay, he was in his bedroom, blinds half closed, door left open a crack, like he always did it, to make sure no one could sneak in on him unnoticed.
Okay then, he reminded himself. Everything's all right. It was just a bad dream. Just calm down already!
He felt that his mouth was as dry as a desert, whereas his shirt was clinging at him, all sweaty and soaked. Then he heard the voice again.
"Logan?! I'm starving! Got anything to eat?"
Logan struggled to sit up, untangling the sheets, hastily transferring to his wheelchair.
He certainly would not want Max to walk in on him like this. He reached for a fresh T-shirt and rushed over to his bathroom. He definitely needed a shower, but there was just no time for that now. So he just washed his face, changed his shirt and put on some cologne, hoping that would do for now.
**** Max whirled around at the sound of the wheels on the wooden floor.
"Hi there.Thought I had heard someone stir! Looks like my timing's bad."
She eyed him up and down in his boxers, T-shirt and tousled hair. A little smile escaped her lips, seeing him disheveled like this.
She smiled: "You 'been sleepin? It's after noon!"
Logan approached her, looking at his watch, to check what time it was.
"Didn't sleep much at night." He mumbled, his voice a little scratchy.
"Working on a new case?" Max asked casually.
He hesitated for a second then continued: "Well, I found out about some bad stuff going on at the 'Make them smile again' foundation."
Max drew a face: "Stupid name that, isn't it?" She strolled over to the fridge and looked inside. "Don't they collect money for children.?"
She stared inside, then took out a box of orange juice, and took a deep draught from the package. When she saw Logan's irritated look, she put down the juice and said. "Sorry, forgot I'm not home..I'll get myself a glass." She opened several cupboards before she found one. She kept forgetting that there was no use for Logan to store his dishes in the overhead cupboards. Bling had removed most of the stuff from there to the lower cupboards he could easily reach. She bent down to get a glass from one of the bottom shelves, twisting her body in her tight biker outfit.
Logan had to pull himself together not to lose thread with his story at this view. He caught himself lost in the thought that her full soft lips had touched this box of juice. . He wouldn't bother about a glass neither later on. .And how sexy she looked in those tight clothes.
Logan shook off those thoughts. This dream must have confused me completely!!!! What the hell am I doing here. This is kind of pathetic.After all we are just, well.. business partners. Or rather he was the brain, she was the legs.as she had put it.- Which is actually even more pathetic.
He reassembled himself, trying to stop staring at her...He shook his head to himself and cleared is throat:
"Ahem...They collect money for terminally sick children in order to fulfil their biggest dreams. Well as far as possible, that is. Most of them are too sick to even get out of hospital. They also send presents to the hospitals for Christmas and things like that."
"Sounds nice to me, so what's the problem?"
Logan had found back his posture: "The problem is, most of the collected money never reaches its called for destination. Some of the shareholders are having a nice time, spending it for their own purposes.They have developed a clever way of transferring small amounts to several secret accounts-most of them in Europe-, so that the money is extremely difficult to track down."
"I'm sure you did it anyway" Max responded, smirking at his oh-so-typical Eyes Only matter-of-factly introduction to this case.
"Took me all night..but yes, I did." Logan yawned, rolling over to the counter to make himself some coffee. Despite the fact, that this case really got to his attention, he still felt drowsy and confused and needed to get a clear head. Max watched him get busy, waiting for what else there was to come. When Logan did not bother to continue the topic, she asked:
"So where's my part of the story?" -Since the day she had started doing the leg work for Eyes Only, Logan had never told her about a case without having some work to do for her. Like sneaking around, breaking into some building, stealing some secret information, or freeing someone.
This time though it would be different. "Don't worry. I don't need your help on this one. I called detective Sung this morning. He is taking care of those people. Case rested for now."
Max fixed her eyes on him, still fumbling away with the coffee machine. Even from behind she could figure that something strange was going on here. Eyes Only never put down a case that easily or left it in the hands of someone else. There was a good deal of hesitation in his voice, mixing with his fake light-hearted tone.
Well, whatever. Maybe he is just tired or something. I am not exactly in the mood to go out and kick somebody's ass anyway.
"But if you are eager to do some work for Eyes Only I am sure I can find you something else in no time short! Can I just have my coffee first?" he added, trying to make it sound like a joke.
Max did not really know what to make of it, but she figured that she should probably leave right now. She suddenly felt uncompfortable. After all she had just woken him up. She put down her glass and reached for her jacket. " Gotta go. I still have some deliveries to do."
"Hey!" he called after her. "Didn't you want something to eat?"
"Did you take a look into your fridge recently? Nothing in there!!! And I don't exactly like eggs with mustard and strawberry jam that much! "she yelled back, slamming the door behind her. Outside she was relieved to jump on her bike and speed through the cold winter air. Something strange had been hanging in the air up in Logan's penthouse. She just could not tell what it was yet.
*** Logan frowned and moved over to the fridge to look inside. As a matter of fact it was practically empty. He had totally forgotten to go shopping over his last case.
Come to think about it, he had not had a decent meal for two days now. He had just taken the time to get himself a bowl of cereal every now and then between calling informants, following hints and cracking codes. But he was really getting sick of cereal. Maybe he should call Bling and ask him to join him on a shopping crusade. He was really up for a steak tonight, maybe with some fresh vegetables and .a huge desert! His stomach rumbled at the thought of a decent meal. Maybe Max would like to come over for dinner, so he could make up for his empty fridge this morning.
Smiling to himself in anticipation, he picked up the phone and dialled Bling's number. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------
SO THIS IS PART THREE! For those of you who are expecting some action soon; you'll probably have to wait some more, because I like drawing scenes and pictures more than create some raging action. But you never know- whatever possibility comes up along my way, I will pick it up and seize the opportunity.
There are so many things and so many issues I'd like to write about. But I'd rather work them into my story as I proceed, instead of filling you up with a whole bunch of short single episodes. PLEASE REVIEW! Please feel free to comment on style and language, too! Or tell me what you did not like.