The Story of Max Cale
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Code: M/Z; Disclaimer: See last chapter; Rating: PG-13
part 3
by pari106
The sun was starting to set. It was shining now behind the long stretch of skyrise buildings framing the
Seattle skyline, setting the city on fire with color in its descent.
And Max was sitting inside of Logan's penthouse, watching it disappear into the night.
She didn't sit too close to the window – she didn't want to be seen until it was time. Her pack sat at her
side, and she had a dark set of clothes, a pair of boots, and a black ski mask waiting in the guestroom.
She wanted everything to go off tonight without a hitch.
She wanted to catch Logan's spy.
He probably thought she hadn't even noticed, being gone as often as she had been lately, and being
preoccupied, as she had been, with her recovery after the shootout. But she'd noticed, alright.
She'd seen the lone figure, dressed all in black, hiding in the shadows on the roof across from Logan's.
She hadn't known who it was, or what they were doing, but she could bet she didn't like it if she did.
Considering Logan's line of work, that lone figure could have been a sniper.
But when Max mentioned it to her brother, he deemed having seen the same thing. He'd lied. Because
Max knew he'd seen him…or her. It? Whatever. She knew he watched the rooftops, some nights,
waiting. For what?
Again, Max didn't know. And she'd grown tired of trying to get Logan to fess up. So if he wanted to think
she was as oblivious as he'd obviously prefer…then let him. But that didn't mean she really was oblivious.
Nor was she just going to stand back and let someone possibly hurt her brother. Logan was the only family
she had. She loved him, for all his overprotectiveness and stuborn pigheadedness. She had to try and help
him.
And this was her opportunity. Max hoped she hadn't seemed too suspicious when she told Logan goodbye
this morning. Yeah, she usually would demand to know where he was going. Then she'd demand to go
with. And she was curious about what he was up to.
But not as curious as she was about that spy.
She'd let this little impromptu "business trip" slide. For now.
So she hadn't demanded anything this morning. Hadn't protested. She'd been quite out of character.
Max smiled.
She was such a handful – she'd even admit it. Logan had to have hell with her. But, hey…that was her.
She was just glad she had the seizures to take blame for her strange behavior, even as much as she hated
those damned things. She couldn't risk asking Logan if she could come along with him. Because, the way
he'd been acting lately, he might just have said yes. And what did he have to blame for *his* strange
behavior?
Another mystery Max intended to uncover.
But, first…
max watched the sky until the sun had completely set. She finished her glass of wine, then went to get
ready.
First, she had other issues to resolve.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Code: M/Z; Disclaimer: See last chapter; Rating: PG-13
part 3
by pari106
The sun was starting to set. It was shining now behind the long stretch of skyrise buildings framing the
Seattle skyline, setting the city on fire with color in its descent.
And Max was sitting inside of Logan's penthouse, watching it disappear into the night.
She didn't sit too close to the window – she didn't want to be seen until it was time. Her pack sat at her
side, and she had a dark set of clothes, a pair of boots, and a black ski mask waiting in the guestroom.
She wanted everything to go off tonight without a hitch.
She wanted to catch Logan's spy.
He probably thought she hadn't even noticed, being gone as often as she had been lately, and being
preoccupied, as she had been, with her recovery after the shootout. But she'd noticed, alright.
She'd seen the lone figure, dressed all in black, hiding in the shadows on the roof across from Logan's.
She hadn't known who it was, or what they were doing, but she could bet she didn't like it if she did.
Considering Logan's line of work, that lone figure could have been a sniper.
But when Max mentioned it to her brother, he deemed having seen the same thing. He'd lied. Because
Max knew he'd seen him…or her. It? Whatever. She knew he watched the rooftops, some nights,
waiting. For what?
Again, Max didn't know. And she'd grown tired of trying to get Logan to fess up. So if he wanted to think
she was as oblivious as he'd obviously prefer…then let him. But that didn't mean she really was oblivious.
Nor was she just going to stand back and let someone possibly hurt her brother. Logan was the only family
she had. She loved him, for all his overprotectiveness and stuborn pigheadedness. She had to try and help
him.
And this was her opportunity. Max hoped she hadn't seemed too suspicious when she told Logan goodbye
this morning. Yeah, she usually would demand to know where he was going. Then she'd demand to go
with. And she was curious about what he was up to.
But not as curious as she was about that spy.
She'd let this little impromptu "business trip" slide. For now.
So she hadn't demanded anything this morning. Hadn't protested. She'd been quite out of character.
Max smiled.
She was such a handful – she'd even admit it. Logan had to have hell with her. But, hey…that was her.
She was just glad she had the seizures to take blame for her strange behavior, even as much as she hated
those damned things. She couldn't risk asking Logan if she could come along with him. Because, the way
he'd been acting lately, he might just have said yes. And what did he have to blame for *his* strange
behavior?
Another mystery Max intended to uncover.
But, first…
max watched the sky until the sun had completely set. She finished her glass of wine, then went to get
ready.
First, she had other issues to resolve.