"Max!" Logan cried frantically into his headset. His only reply was
gunfire. "Max!"
"Not now!" Max whispered. She heard his sigh of relief clearly, she wanted to slap him, this was the third time he'd given her poor information. According to Logan's source there would only be four lightly armed guards. After taking out three guards armed with M-16's she knew she was in trouble.
"Damn it Max! Get the hell out of there! We can get the information some other way!"
"Not now!" Max whispered through gritted teeth. She was hidden behind a small stack of crates in an open room with six guys and automatic weapons. If she could just make it into the next room she could get the information and leave, it so better be worth all this trouble.
Max grabbed a piece of metal and threw it across the large warehouse. Luckily the guards weren't so bright, they all took off to investigate giving Max ample time to slip into the backroom.
"Logan." Max frantically typed away at the terminal. "This hunk of shit has no disk drives! I hope you didn't expect me to read everything you need!"
"I didn't expect any of this. Can you just bring me the CPU?
"You've got to be kidding!" Max's temper flared.
"Alright, look just grab the hard drive."
Max ripped the cover off and not so gracefully removed the hard drive. She then crept back to the door and opened it a crack looking out she didn't see any guards. Finally I get a break! She thought as she made her way to the front of the warehouse.
Logan listened to the silence. Straining to hear something-anything. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a red flashing light. Looking he saw the upper right corner of his cordless phone was blinking, he had turned off the ringer so it wouldn't distract him, or worse, Max. Before he thought about what he was doing he grabbed the phone off its cradle and brought it to his ear. As soon as it got close to the headset Logan was wearing it made a horrible high pitched squelch.
Max screamed and dropped to one knee as her earpiece screamed in her ear. Her sensitive hearing making the sound unbearable. She was struggling to get the ear piece out as the guards came flying around the crates she was hiding behind. Seeing them just in time she took cover as they open fired. There were too many guns to try and take out the guards so she decided to just bold for the door. Her vision blurred a little and she felt a slight tremor pas through her but she had no time, and simply dismissed it. Clutching the motherboard she took off in a blur of movement toward the door-twenty feet away. Bullets were flying all around her, there were no windows to jump through and she very well couldn't stop to open the door. So she did the only thing she could think of, a flying kick.
The door was solid. Max hit it at full transgenic speed the seemed to win, Max's knee buckled and her whole body slammed into the door. That was the extra force needed, the door, and Max, hit the ground. Pain shot through her shoulder, she just blocked it out and jumped on her bike practically flying off into the safety of the shadows.
As she raced through the streets she felt the first drops of freezing rain begin to fall. She slowed as the frozen rain pounded her face. That's when she felt it, her hand was shaking. Her mind raced, she didn't have any tryptophen on her and the communicator was gone, probable in pieces on the floor of the warehouse. She had to make it back to Logan's before it got too bad. Ignoring the stinging on her face she pushed her bike up to 200 mph and prayed.
"Not now!" Max whispered. She heard his sigh of relief clearly, she wanted to slap him, this was the third time he'd given her poor information. According to Logan's source there would only be four lightly armed guards. After taking out three guards armed with M-16's she knew she was in trouble.
"Damn it Max! Get the hell out of there! We can get the information some other way!"
"Not now!" Max whispered through gritted teeth. She was hidden behind a small stack of crates in an open room with six guys and automatic weapons. If she could just make it into the next room she could get the information and leave, it so better be worth all this trouble.
Max grabbed a piece of metal and threw it across the large warehouse. Luckily the guards weren't so bright, they all took off to investigate giving Max ample time to slip into the backroom.
"Logan." Max frantically typed away at the terminal. "This hunk of shit has no disk drives! I hope you didn't expect me to read everything you need!"
"I didn't expect any of this. Can you just bring me the CPU?
"You've got to be kidding!" Max's temper flared.
"Alright, look just grab the hard drive."
Max ripped the cover off and not so gracefully removed the hard drive. She then crept back to the door and opened it a crack looking out she didn't see any guards. Finally I get a break! She thought as she made her way to the front of the warehouse.
Logan listened to the silence. Straining to hear something-anything. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a red flashing light. Looking he saw the upper right corner of his cordless phone was blinking, he had turned off the ringer so it wouldn't distract him, or worse, Max. Before he thought about what he was doing he grabbed the phone off its cradle and brought it to his ear. As soon as it got close to the headset Logan was wearing it made a horrible high pitched squelch.
Max screamed and dropped to one knee as her earpiece screamed in her ear. Her sensitive hearing making the sound unbearable. She was struggling to get the ear piece out as the guards came flying around the crates she was hiding behind. Seeing them just in time she took cover as they open fired. There were too many guns to try and take out the guards so she decided to just bold for the door. Her vision blurred a little and she felt a slight tremor pas through her but she had no time, and simply dismissed it. Clutching the motherboard she took off in a blur of movement toward the door-twenty feet away. Bullets were flying all around her, there were no windows to jump through and she very well couldn't stop to open the door. So she did the only thing she could think of, a flying kick.
The door was solid. Max hit it at full transgenic speed the seemed to win, Max's knee buckled and her whole body slammed into the door. That was the extra force needed, the door, and Max, hit the ground. Pain shot through her shoulder, she just blocked it out and jumped on her bike practically flying off into the safety of the shadows.
As she raced through the streets she felt the first drops of freezing rain begin to fall. She slowed as the frozen rain pounded her face. That's when she felt it, her hand was shaking. Her mind raced, she didn't have any tryptophen on her and the communicator was gone, probable in pieces on the floor of the warehouse. She had to make it back to Logan's before it got too bad. Ignoring the stinging on her face she pushed her bike up to 200 mph and prayed.