"What do you mean?" She asked.
He turned to face the computer again, a signal for her to go read over his shoulder she had learned, and punched in a few more commands. A file came up shortly after. It was a middle-aged man with dark hair and green eyes, and he didn't look very exceptional at all. Next to the picture was an obituary that Max merely scanned over. Logan brought up another picture and obituary, then another, and another.
"All four were informants of Eyes Only." He told her. He cocked his head to look up at her. "All four were killed in the same way."
"No offense here," She said, turning to look at him. "But you didn't notice after the second guy got hit?"
He shrugged it off. "It's not the first time it's happened. Informants aren't exactly loved, Max. There's been times before when two or three came up dead or missing in a short period of time. It's always the ones that are the most outside of the Net. They're easier to find."
"So, what's so different about this?"
"Like I said," He turned back to the computer and pulled up more files. "They all died in the same exact way. Each of their obituaries said 'died in the home.' That only means one of three things: overdose, suicide, or homicide. These guys weren't users and it certainly wasn't suicide. I dug deeper and found that they'd each been struck down by what looks to be a sniper."
"A sniper?" She asked. "Why a sniper, of all things? I mean, wouldn't it be easier - and cheaper - to just get some thugs to go in there, guns blazing?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out." He told her. "All I can tell so far is that whoever did it, whether they did it themselves or got some hired help, wanted the job done efficiently."
"I guess they got what they wanted, huh?"
"Guess so." He mumbled and closed at the windows on the screen. He sighed then looked up at her and offered a smile. "So, you hungry?"
She grinned back. "Look who you're askin'."
"Right." He said and stood. They were both quiet for a moment, both thinking about the same thing: how tall he was. "So, what're you in the mood for?"
"Just your average, everyday, spur of the moment culinary miracle." She shrugged.
"You know, I think I might have some of that."
"How lucky for me then, right?" She smirked and followed him into the kitchen.
"Now," He asked as he dug around in the refrigerator. "Should I make this to go since you're a modern working girl?"
"Turn around and see the look I'm giving you right now. I dare you."
Logan declined without a reply and began taking different salad ingredients from the refrigerator. He set them on the counter, then began looking for a main course. He knew Max had already begun munching on the baby tomatoes. He smiled to himself and shook his head, then pulled some chicken from the fridge and set it next to the lettuce. He closed the fridge door with his foot, at the same time grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.
"How do you manage to find these things so fresh?" Max asked, popping another baby tomato in her mouth. She noticed the way Logan was looking at her and wasn't sure if it was 'Oh, you're too much' or 'Oh, you're an idiot.' She swallowed the rest of the tomato and arched an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing." He smirked. "Nothing."
A/N: I've got a great deal of this finished and am just working out the ending, so you can expect pretty regular updates.