She plucked the coat off her friend's face. "Late night, boo?"
Original Cindy groaned and sat up. "Met a fine female last night after you left and didn't pay attention to how much I was drinkin'."
"Ohh, talking about yourself in the first person. You must be payin' for it pretty rough now, huh?" Max smirked and opened her locker.
"Boo, I'm lucky there ain't two of you right now. All this girl is looking forward to is going home, watching some Xena episodes I taped, and passing out with a bottle of Tylenol in my hand."
Max shook her head, her smirk not fading. She tapped OC gently on the shoulder. "You go and fulfill that dream. I'll take your runs for you."
"I can't let you do that." Original Cindy shook her head. "It would mean you'd actually have to do some straight up work around here."
Max just continued smiling. "I got plenty of sleep last night. I'm wired. A few good runs'll do me good. You go on home and I'll square it away with Normal."
Original Cindy got to her feet and gave Max a quick hug. "You are the best boo a girl could have."
"Make sure you keep a pen and paper close too." Max said. "You know, in case you think of any witty 'Max falling asleep at Logan's penthouse' remarks."
OC smiled weakly. "Will do."
* * * *
Bling noted Logan's impatience, so he took longer than necessary to set up the treadmill. He also knew that Logan knew he could set it up perfectly well by himself, so he took some time to stop and stare at the machine with a confused expression at the times when Logan seemed most irritated. With a final chuckle, he stepped away from the machine and gestured for Logan to hop on.
Logan stepped onto the treadmill and switched it on. He kept it at a slow pace, for he knew Bling would just tut and turn it to a lesser speed. "So, what do you think?"
"And all of them were informants?" Bling asked, watching Logan to see if anything he was doing needed correcting.
"Yeah, and they were all killed in the same way. Sniper."
Bling let out a low whistle. "I'd say someone's gunnin' for you, man. What's Max think about it?"
Logan shot him a look and wondered why everyone always brought Max up when it came to decisions or people wanting him dead. "She didn't say a lot, but she seems to care."
The phone rang and Bling went to go get it. He came back a moment later, the phone in his hand. "It's Matt. He says he thinks he might have information for you."