Sun burst into her room quickly that morning after the shades dropped to the floor near midnight and she had been so relaxed she didn't notice. Resting by the window in her futon, the light hit her eyes like an enemies flashlight. Within seconds, Max was awake and on her feet, ready to fight. After doing a short search, she realized in her embarrassment the real enemy had been the one thing she could look forward to every day. I bet no one else wakes up like this, said Max as she fell back into her chair and ran her fingers through her soft chesnut colored hair. Like most mornings, Max had drifting thoughts on what Logan was doing today or if maybe he was still sleeping at the moment. Could she have woken up and been able to look into the crisp look of cheer on his face had she not finally decided upon leaving him? It wasn't good to think that way anymore, she decided and shunned the thought from her mind. Another thought slid into his place. I wonder who Alec is with now, Max asked herself, then scoffed aloud. What do I care, she continued thinking as she slouched back, that boy is a runaway train.

Getting up, Max fixed herself a small breakfast of buttered toast and a glass of milk to start her day. She'd have to be ready in fifteen minutes for work and being hungry made her grumpy, a mood she so wanted to perish from her for the day. Normal was probably ticked from yesterday's sarcasm spree and not interested in hearing a second round. What did Max care about Normal's feelings though, he certainly didn't care about hers. Or anyone elses for that matter, that is, except for his golden boy, Alec. How grotesque is it to see Normals' daily Alec worship? Tons. But Max couldn't complain too much. Someone had to feed that ego of his and it certainly wasn't going to come from her. No, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of showing interest. Max bit her lip, quickly realizing how it was starting to bleed. He was hot though and besides his obvious lack of tact, he was generous and, in his own way, sort of sweet. If he didn't feel like he had the need to be rude to her, she may even grow to like the guy alittle bit. Close after slipping a shirt over her head, Max's beeper went off. She left the bedroom and picked it off the counter in the kitchen. Logan was trying to get ahold of her. The cell phone he bought her was buzzing on the end table by the futon, hopping itself to the floor. Max decided, against her will, to not answer either. Curious though, she took a look at the text he sent her.

'Max call me. U R in trouble.'

Maybe this is a ploy to get her to talk to him, Max asked, hesitating to believe its authenticity. Besides, how could she be in trouble? Max decided to take the text messages advice, grabbed her work pack and opened the door to her apartment. The hallway was clear; no trouble here. Locking it behind her, she heard a muffled scream come from the apartment below. Max's eyes widened, realizing Logan hadn't lied. Banging came up the stairwell. Max's legs burned as she ran to the end of the hallway, hiding behind a busted up bookshelf in the corner. Two men with guns marched into sight, muscular and wearing combat clothing. Could be military but just about any bad guys these days look professional. Some kind of new criminal dress code or something, to confuse their victims. The men were followed by none other than old Ames White himself. The nerves in Max's spine tingled as she heard him tell the men to break the door down. There was a sense of safety in knowing she kept everything that could identify her hidden in a lockbox that she placed inside the wall, only accessible by a loose board only she could find. Max watched as they raided her apartment, praying for them to not find anything. But one question was definatly needing answering: How did Logan know Ames was out to find her and how had White found where she lived? Max would consider this later, right now she needed to go somewhere. Unforunatly, it wasn't Jam Pony. Guess Logan is going to get what he wanted when he asked for her to call him. An explanation. I guess now would be a good time to find my words, Max thought, slipping around the corner and quietly down the stairwell, or else I am in for a very long day ahead of me.