AS 2.08 Pong by Star24
Disclaimer: Dark Angel and its characters are copyright 2001-2002 Twentieth Century Fox Studios and James Cameron and Charles Eglee. This original story is copyright 2003 Star24.
Chapter Two
Next Day: Fogle Towers
Max easily let herself into Logan's apartment by using the key he had given her when she had returned from Manticore. This time the apartment was empty; Bling wasn't even there. Max didn't care. She was on a mission and she was determined to find out where Logan had gone.
His computers were shut down, but it didn't take her long to have them up and running. Soon the familiar sound of their fans filled the too quiet apartment. Max found the sound soothing, associated as it was to Logan in her mind. She began to systematically search through his database, looking for anything that might give her a clue to his destination such as plane, or train, or even bus tickets.
At the thought of bus tickets she paused and smiled to herself as she remembered Crazy Phil. He had come into their lives at a time when things had seemed dark for the two of them, right after the incident with Ben. Logan had been running and hiding from Max over that, and she had been completely at a loss. Phil had done something and they had ended up back in charity with each other, although she still wasn't sure exactly how it had happened.
"Maybe I oughta look up Phil," she mused to herself. Struck by the thought, she wondered if maybe Logan had had the same one. She put it aside, but decided to come back to it if all of her other efforts led to dead ends.
An hour later she sat back and admitted defeat. There was nothing at all to indicate where Logan was. No signs of any recent purchases of any kind of transportation under his own name, or any others. No records of a false identity that he might be using to travel incognito.
"Damn it, Logan Cale. Didn't anyone ever tell you that you can't work things out with someone if you can't talk to them? I should kick your ass when I find it." Max was muttering to herself in frustration when a flashing icon caught her eye. She recognized it as the Informant Net email alert. She was tempted to ignore it but her curiosity got the better of her. Moments later she had the message open and she scanned through it quickly. A frown appeared on her face as she read.
To: IOSeattle
From: VisionWA
Word is out that a chunk of plutonium has gone missing from the old Hanford plant. Indications are that it may be in Seattle. I don't need to tell you what it could do in the wrong hands. Wish I had more but that's all I have for today. Will keep you posted. Good luck.
"Great. Just great. Logan, now is definitely not the time for you to be playing hide and go seek." Her words echoed mockingly in the empty apartment.
Max made a sudden decision and turned to Logan's phone. Within minutes she was talking to Sebastian.
"That's all I've got on it Sebastian. We need to locate Logan. When we do maybe he can dig up some more from some of his other sources. Do you think you can work on that for me? I'm going to see what I can find out on the street in the meantime. Thanks." She hung up, and then reached over and shut down the computers.
That done she looked at her watch. It was too early to hit the streets so she wandered the apartment aimlessly, killing time. She wasn't paying attention and started when she found herself standing in the doorway leading to Logan's bedroom. She hesitated for a moment, but then decided that maybe she could find a clue as to where he had gone. Half an hour later she had efficiently searched the room with no luck. She let herself fall backwards onto his bed and lay there staring up at the ceiling. Logan's scent tickled her nostrils and she felt tears gathering in her eyes.
Memories of their one night together assailed her.
"I love you." She could hear Logan's husky tones as he gently made lover to her for the second time that night, worshipping her with his body as well as with his words. But then the memory of the horrified look in his eyes when he had turned to her after seeing the news bulletin, seared into her thoughts.
She sat up on the bed with a look of determination on her face. "No. Damn it. I won't let you do this, Logan. I'm done running and hiding from us. You're going to face this with me and we're going to work it out."
She rose and looked around the room once more. This time her gaze fell on a picture frame that was lying face down on a stand next to the bed. She had ignored it earlier but now she reached down and picked it up. It was a picture of her, carefully placed in a sterling silver frame. It looked like it was a surveillance picture; she was dressed in camo gear and was looking solemnly up at the camera. A small smile crossed her face and she carefully stood the picture back on the nightstand facing the bed, before she left the room and then the apartment, on her way to her self appointed Eyes Only mission.
End of Chapter Two