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Hey guys! Hopefully this chapter will be better than the last! I'm in a gr8 mood today, so I hope that'll reflect in my writing. Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and thank you so much to my reviewer! You inspired me so much I was almost dancing!
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Chapter 2: Stranger
Normal answered the phone again. He was seriously getting tired of it. This had been the sixth time this morning some guy had rang for Max, and it was bad enough she was late for work. He held the phone away and yelled out at the other bums he had working for him.
"Oi! Is Max here YET!" yes, he was definitely getting irritated. And this wasn't just something coffee could fix
Original Cindy sauntered over
"Yeah, where the hell is your friend?" he looked at his watch " She should have been here over an hour ago!"
OC put on an innocent expression
"I told you Normal, the girls gotta see a doctor. She in a serious con - "
"Oh yeah sure, the doctors, of course. Where she always is, every morning she is late for work! Stop pulling the crap! OC just shook her head and walked off.
He turned back to the phone, but the guy had hung up long ago. Normal scowled. Probably some stupid sleazy boyfriend of hers. Probably the reason why she's always late for work!
Max chose that moment to walk through the door. Without a word, much less an apology, she walked up to the desk, plucked off a package, and started towards the door again. Normal boiled over.
"Not so fast missy! Where the hell have you been? You think you can just come in, an hour late, without a word...." Max just gave him a look, and pushed out a sharp:
"Sorry" She turned to leave again.
"Oh thanks I feel soooo much better!" said Normal, sarcastically "If you don't start coming up to scratch, you can get yourself another job"
Max began to say something, then stopped. Instead she rolled her eyes. "Whatever"
She turned out the door, slamming it behind her. Normal shook his head. That girl was trouble all right. There was something weird about her, he'd known it since the first time Cindy had volunteered her for the job. But he had to admit, she was a brilliant currier. Then the phone rang. Sighing, he picked it up. But she was also the biggest pain in the neck.
*****
Max roared through the streets of Seattle, bearing east toward 19th Hobart Street. If she got this packaged delivered quickly, she could go and say hi to Logan. His apartment was pretty close to her destination. With that thought she sped up. Drawing close to the driveway, she pushed on the brake and pulled the bike to a halt. After dismounting, she walked up to the door. Max rang the doorbell, and took a look around while she waited for an answer. It was a nice, if not a little small, house, with shady trees surrounding and several flowerpots on the front step. Max smiled wistfully. What wouldn't she give to live in a place like this, with a family, maybe a pet dog? The door opened and Max snapped to attention, meeting the eyes of an elderly woman in a floral dress. She smiled.
"I have a package for Mrs Jacklyn Conner?"
The lady smiled an almost toothless grin. "That's me! Oooo what is it?"
Max stifled a laugh "sign here please."
The lady took the clipboard eagerly and signed, obviously excited at the thought of mail. With a pang Max wished this strange old lady was her grandmother. The woman closed the door behind her and Max turned around.... Just in time to see a guy crouched down behind her bike.
"Oi! What the hell do you think your doing?" The guy snapped up and broke into a run. Max fumed, and ran after him, her feet pounding on the concrete. Man, that guy was fast! Max could hardly keep up. Who the hell is this guy? Max thought as she tried furiously to catch up. He must have passed gym with flying colours! She rounded a corner only to discover she had lost his trail.
"Shit" Max walked back to her bike. What the hell was he doing? Was he from Mantico - oh. Max spotted her bag lying on the floor. Ok, so he was just a plain, old thief. Max released a breath she didn't know she was holding. OK, breathe girl. Man she was totally wigging lately. She picked up her bag and started up the bike, which roared into life with a cloud of smoke behind it.
*****
Max stood outside Logan's door for the second time in two days. And she was nervous again, which made her frustrated. Damn it! Just when I think my life is getting normal I get a whole lot of complications. Max found the door unlocked and walked in, greeting him.
"Hey Logan"
Logan was typing on his computer, as usual, working on a case involving drugs and sexual assault. He gave a start when he heard Max's voice. Though he was ecstatic to see her, he couldn't help frowning slightly. It wasn't like Max to visit him so frequently. He shook the feeling away, aware that Max was waiting for him to answer. After all, he couldn't complain!
"Max! What are you doing here?"
Max smirked. "Thanks for the welcome, Cale." She nodded towards the computer.
"What's happenin' with eyes only?"
Logan rolled back over to the computer and glanced over the screen.
"Some drug dealers have been bashing hooker over the East Side of Manhattan. Im trying to figure out who the hell it is" he glanced over at her
"You up for a job?"
Max gave a curt nod, suddenly business like. "Sure. Brief me later. I gotta book, I'm runnin' late now.
Logan saw a flash of anger ran across her face and he frowned again.
"Now?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah. Some guy tried to rob my bike while I was on a run. No biggie." She turned to go, but Logan spoke again, stopping her.
"Did you get him?" Logan was always concerned when something happened to Max. Every time he thought of Manticore, taking her away from him, making her run.
"No, he was too fast. That kid should definitely be running in Marathons"
Logan panicked. "Too fast? For you? Max what if this kid was from..."
"He wasn't" Max put in quickly "He was just a thief, he was trying to take my bag. Now I really gotta go. Normal's gonna kill me." She turned again, and this time made it out, leaving behind her a very worried and confused Logan.
Well, I know that was better writing but not exactly the best and most exciting chapter. But don't worry, the next chapter is great! (yes, i have started it) But I'm not going to post it until I get some reviews! If people are reading, I wanna know. Even If you think it's the worst in the world, I wanna know. If you have any ideas, any plot ideas tell me. I'm not posting until you do!
Hey guys! Hopefully this chapter will be better than the last! I'm in a gr8 mood today, so I hope that'll reflect in my writing. Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and thank you so much to my reviewer! You inspired me so much I was almost dancing!
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Chapter 2: Stranger
Normal answered the phone again. He was seriously getting tired of it. This had been the sixth time this morning some guy had rang for Max, and it was bad enough she was late for work. He held the phone away and yelled out at the other bums he had working for him.
"Oi! Is Max here YET!" yes, he was definitely getting irritated. And this wasn't just something coffee could fix
Original Cindy sauntered over
"Yeah, where the hell is your friend?" he looked at his watch " She should have been here over an hour ago!"
OC put on an innocent expression
"I told you Normal, the girls gotta see a doctor. She in a serious con - "
"Oh yeah sure, the doctors, of course. Where she always is, every morning she is late for work! Stop pulling the crap! OC just shook her head and walked off.
He turned back to the phone, but the guy had hung up long ago. Normal scowled. Probably some stupid sleazy boyfriend of hers. Probably the reason why she's always late for work!
Max chose that moment to walk through the door. Without a word, much less an apology, she walked up to the desk, plucked off a package, and started towards the door again. Normal boiled over.
"Not so fast missy! Where the hell have you been? You think you can just come in, an hour late, without a word...." Max just gave him a look, and pushed out a sharp:
"Sorry" She turned to leave again.
"Oh thanks I feel soooo much better!" said Normal, sarcastically "If you don't start coming up to scratch, you can get yourself another job"
Max began to say something, then stopped. Instead she rolled her eyes. "Whatever"
She turned out the door, slamming it behind her. Normal shook his head. That girl was trouble all right. There was something weird about her, he'd known it since the first time Cindy had volunteered her for the job. But he had to admit, she was a brilliant currier. Then the phone rang. Sighing, he picked it up. But she was also the biggest pain in the neck.
*****
Max roared through the streets of Seattle, bearing east toward 19th Hobart Street. If she got this packaged delivered quickly, she could go and say hi to Logan. His apartment was pretty close to her destination. With that thought she sped up. Drawing close to the driveway, she pushed on the brake and pulled the bike to a halt. After dismounting, she walked up to the door. Max rang the doorbell, and took a look around while she waited for an answer. It was a nice, if not a little small, house, with shady trees surrounding and several flowerpots on the front step. Max smiled wistfully. What wouldn't she give to live in a place like this, with a family, maybe a pet dog? The door opened and Max snapped to attention, meeting the eyes of an elderly woman in a floral dress. She smiled.
"I have a package for Mrs Jacklyn Conner?"
The lady smiled an almost toothless grin. "That's me! Oooo what is it?"
Max stifled a laugh "sign here please."
The lady took the clipboard eagerly and signed, obviously excited at the thought of mail. With a pang Max wished this strange old lady was her grandmother. The woman closed the door behind her and Max turned around.... Just in time to see a guy crouched down behind her bike.
"Oi! What the hell do you think your doing?" The guy snapped up and broke into a run. Max fumed, and ran after him, her feet pounding on the concrete. Man, that guy was fast! Max could hardly keep up. Who the hell is this guy? Max thought as she tried furiously to catch up. He must have passed gym with flying colours! She rounded a corner only to discover she had lost his trail.
"Shit" Max walked back to her bike. What the hell was he doing? Was he from Mantico - oh. Max spotted her bag lying on the floor. Ok, so he was just a plain, old thief. Max released a breath she didn't know she was holding. OK, breathe girl. Man she was totally wigging lately. She picked up her bag and started up the bike, which roared into life with a cloud of smoke behind it.
*****
Max stood outside Logan's door for the second time in two days. And she was nervous again, which made her frustrated. Damn it! Just when I think my life is getting normal I get a whole lot of complications. Max found the door unlocked and walked in, greeting him.
"Hey Logan"
Logan was typing on his computer, as usual, working on a case involving drugs and sexual assault. He gave a start when he heard Max's voice. Though he was ecstatic to see her, he couldn't help frowning slightly. It wasn't like Max to visit him so frequently. He shook the feeling away, aware that Max was waiting for him to answer. After all, he couldn't complain!
"Max! What are you doing here?"
Max smirked. "Thanks for the welcome, Cale." She nodded towards the computer.
"What's happenin' with eyes only?"
Logan rolled back over to the computer and glanced over the screen.
"Some drug dealers have been bashing hooker over the East Side of Manhattan. Im trying to figure out who the hell it is" he glanced over at her
"You up for a job?"
Max gave a curt nod, suddenly business like. "Sure. Brief me later. I gotta book, I'm runnin' late now.
Logan saw a flash of anger ran across her face and he frowned again.
"Now?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah. Some guy tried to rob my bike while I was on a run. No biggie." She turned to go, but Logan spoke again, stopping her.
"Did you get him?" Logan was always concerned when something happened to Max. Every time he thought of Manticore, taking her away from him, making her run.
"No, he was too fast. That kid should definitely be running in Marathons"
Logan panicked. "Too fast? For you? Max what if this kid was from..."
"He wasn't" Max put in quickly "He was just a thief, he was trying to take my bag. Now I really gotta go. Normal's gonna kill me." She turned again, and this time made it out, leaving behind her a very worried and confused Logan.
Well, I know that was better writing but not exactly the best and most exciting chapter. But don't worry, the next chapter is great! (yes, i have started it) But I'm not going to post it until I get some reviews! If people are reading, I wanna know. Even If you think it's the worst in the world, I wanna know. If you have any ideas, any plot ideas tell me. I'm not posting until you do!