Logan sat in his chair, frozen. For a moment he thought he might be paralyzed, but he worked up the nerve and slowly turned to face Max. They stared at each other for a while, then he finally managed a word. "What?"
Max shrugged and walked into the room. She moved over to the desk and sat on the edge of it, then looked down at Logan as she spoke. "I knew there was something familiar about you. Now I know what."
"I... I..."
"You don't have to worry." She shrugged. "I'm not going to tell anyone."
"It's not that." He said. "It's just that you're the first to know."
"What about Peter?" She frowned. "Hasn't he been working for you long enough to know?"
Logan shook his head and pushed away from the desk. "No time is long enough, Max. If any of the people I worked with knew, it could put them in more danger than necessary and I don't want that."
"Well, I guess it's perfect that I was the first to find out then." She said. "I don't think my life could get any more dangerous. Well, maybe if there was a bomb strapped to my chest or some flesh eating virus in me, but what're the odds of me letting anyone get that close, right?"
"Well," Logan said slowly. "I'd hope you'd let someone get that close, but trust them not to strap a bomb to your chest, or... give you a flesh eating virus."
Max grinned at him. "Someone."
She moved away from the desk and went to the doorway. She turned to smile at Logan. "See ya tomorrow, Eyes."
He watched her go, not quite sure what had happened. She had found out but she didn't seem all that fazed. Anyone else would've been a lot less cool and collected. Then again, Max isn't anyone else. He sat for a moment, then went back to his broadcast.
* * * *
Max smiled happily as she put her glasses on and looked at her bike. She looked down at it like it was her child, which it was really, then wheeled it toward the door. She was almost through when a voice startled her.
"Where are you doing now? I haven't seen you for more than ten minutes at a time!"
Max turned to face Kendra and her smile dimmed. Somehow I doubt I'm gonna be able to go out for a ride tonight. "Huh?"
"You come home, you go to work, you disappear and don't come back until late." Kendra said, crossing her arms. "I'm starting to think something's up."
"I've just been... um... busy."
"Busy doing what?" Kendra questioned.
"Um..." Max tried to think of an excuse, but couldn't. She sighed and rolled her bike back to its spot. "All right, fine. I met... someone." Someone.
"A guy?" Kendra asked, perking up.
"Yes, he is a guy." Max said and took off her glasses.
"Is he cute?" She asked and sat on the couch.
"I suppose." Max replied and sat next to her friend. "I mean, we're just friends."
Kendra arched an eyebrow. "You've been disappearing like a bad David Blaine for a guy who's just a friend? Right, and I'll be wearing a white wedding dress."
"Kendra, really, we're just... friends."
Kendra shook her head and stood up. "Then you must be doing something wrong. Night, Max."
"Night." Max mumbled and settled back in the couch. Am I doing something wrong?
* * * *
"Ever notice how cats always show up when there's food around?"
Grinning, Max walked from the doorway and into the kitchen. "It's one of our better qualities, especially if whoever you're visiting is a good cook."
"Staying?" He asked as he finished making a sandwich.
"Can't." She told him. "Normal, my boss, is on the warpath. I was delivering a package in the sector and thought I'd drop by."
Good lie, good lie. She thought. Don't let him know that you were three sectors away. It might make you sound - is that ham? "Is that ham?"
"Yeah." He said. "You want one?"
"Only if you feel like making one." She said, staring at his already made sandwich.
"Here, you take this one and I'll make another." He said and pushed the plate toward her. He knew she would protest, so he started up a new conversation. "So, I found some stuff on another of your siblings. I found a police report from six months ago in Los Angeles about a blonde woman who escaped police custody after an... extremely athletic show. They managed to shoot her once in the leg, but it seemed to be nothing to her."
"Blonde?" Max repeated, then began going over the blonde girls in her unit. There were only two, Jondy and Syl. "Was that all?"
Logan nodded. "Sorry it's not much."
"It's more than enough." She smiled at him. Her pager went off suddenly, annoying her. She checked it and sighed when she saw it was from the phone at Jam Pony. "That's probably Normal wondering where the hell I am. I better get going."
"Hey, uh, do you wanna... stop by for dinner?" He asked.
"I'll think about." She grinned and left.