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Trap

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Max was riding her motorcycle over a busy crossing towards the harbour. She was deep in thoughts, so the dirty, blue Aztec that waited first in the line at the red traffic light was lost on her.

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Logan slammed his fist on the steering wheel when he was forced to stop at the red light because a truck had already started to cross in front of him. Cursing he reached over for his cell phone and speed-dialled Max's beeper again. While doing so he missed the motorbike crossing right in front of him. When he sat up straight again it was long gone.

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Max considered leaving her bike just out on the street. But then her gaze fell on three harbour workers looking at her from the distance. Sighing, she pushed her baby around a corner and behind a bush, leaning it against the wall of a warehouse. That should do.

She looked over her shoulder again before walking towards the old, abandoned warehouse Tom had described to her. She couldn't wait to see him.

She wasn't sure the feeling could be defined as something coming close to love, she knew it certainly didn't feel like when she had been about to meet Logan. Lately, she hadn't been that excited to meet him anyway. There had been this impenetrable wall around him that made her feel like there was no use. She would never get through to him anyway.

The feeling had been better than this, but this was still better than nothing.

Maybe she didn't love Tom and she probably never would, but at least he admired her, he was there for her, he enjoyed touching her, kissing her and he showed her his affection. And she enjoyed all that.

She still didn't plan on making more than a fling out of this, but at least she could enjoy what they had for now. Who cared what happened tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. If she had learnt one thing, it was to enjoy the here and now.

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"Is Max here?" Logan had insistently knocked on the door until Original Cindy had finally opened it. He tried to look past the young woman to see if Max was maybe hiding from him.

"Sorry, she left ten minute ago." Cindy stood in front of him, her hand in her hip, her head high so she could look down at him. For once Logan had the feeling that even if he was standing and would have been taller, the feeling wouldn't have changed. She had this way of making everybody look like a bad kid when she wanted.

He decided against feeling intimidated. "Where did she go?"

"Logan, I hate to tell ya, but she way kinda pissed off. Not sure she wants to see ya right now."

"Listen, this isn't about us. Max is in danger. This guy plays her. Lydecker's behind this and he hired this Tom to get hold of her. I gotta find her. Tell me what you know."

Original Cindy considered him for a moment, and then nodded. Logan sounded sincere and urgent enough. "Harbour. But that's all I know."

"Okay, thanks." He had already turned around.

"Wait! I'm coming!" Cindy took a step back into the apartment o grab her keys and then followed him, squeezing into the elevator right before it closed.

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Max slipped into the dark warehouse. It was wonderfully cool in contrast to the uncomfortable, humid heat outside.

"Tom?" She used her enhanced vision, but couldn't make out. The few windows were covered with grey blankets and all around her huge shelves, filled with nothing but dust and a few old boxes raised at least 18 feet high. The place in the middle, where she was standing, was completely free. A few dusty fork lift trucks and an old rusty van stood in the back. The silence was deafening.

She frowned, wondering if it was the right warehouse and why Tom had brought her here.

Suddenly a gate in the back was shoved open and the glistening sunlight blinded her for a moment before she could make out a white van. Her eyes lightened up, competing with the sun. "Hi!"

"Hey, honey." Tom rummaged around in the back of the van for a moment before he came towards her, carrying his leather jacket over his right arm.

"Where's your bike?" she asked a little confused. "A friend's tuning it up."

"Cool."

He had almost reached her.

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Logan looked around, he was close to panicking. The frustration and fear was obvious in his voice. "Did she say anything else? Anything? How are we supposed to find her like this?"

Cindy opened her window, as if it would help her see more. "No, she didn't. And I didn't really ask either, damn it."

Logan slowly continued driving down the dusty road, not the least caring about potholes or things scattered on the road.

"This doesn't work. We're never gonna find her like this. We need to part," he explained decisively.

He stopped the car, switched off the engine and began to assemble his wheelchair. "Check the glove department. There gotta be a gun."

Moments later Cindy held it in her hand.

"Take it with you," Logan ordered.

"And you?"

He didn't answer. He just knew that he was not going to let Cindy walk around, looking for this guy unarmed.

"This ain't right! We shouldn't go alone." Original Cindy couldn't admit that she was more worried about him than about herself. She had always known how to defend herself against guys. But Logan…in this chair…

"What choice do we have?"

"Call the police." Cindy offered.

"I tried to reach Matt. He didn't answer and nobody knew where to reach him. They just promised to tell him to call me back as soon as possible."

"There are more police men in this city!"

"Yeah, but this is about Manticore. We can't trust other police men with this," he explained while he transferred. "You have your cell phone?" he asked while adjusting his feet on the footrest. "Switch the tone off and call me when you found her."

"Okay." Cindy finally agreed. They had to safe Max, and there was something in Logan's voice that made her trust him. He seemed to know what he was doing, or he was pretty good at pretending. Whichever it was, she would follow his orders.

"You take the right side. I'll check the left." He looked up at Max's best friend. "Be careful."

"You, too."

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TBC