"Hello?"
"I've got something for you." It was Sir.
"Where will we meet?" He asked.
"Nowhere. I'll leave the information at the base of the Needle tomorrow night at midnight. You can pick it up after."
He frowned. He knew that Sir was well aware that the Space Needle was extremely inconvenient for him. It would take at last an hour to reach it. "All right."
"I'll contact you after you've completed the objective." The line went dead.
* * * *
Logan awoke with a start. He had been dreaming of Max and himself stranded on an island made of chocolate. The inhabitants were a marshmallow and angry people. He shook his head and wondered what had woken him. It had been the television in the living room.
It's so loud Max can probably hear it from her apartment. Logan thought and threw the covers off himself. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and smiled. The transfusion still seemed to be working. I'll have to thank Max for that again... after I think of some way to make amends.
Sighing, he got out of bed and pulled on his robe. He walked into the living room and found a strange little boy sitting on the couch, watching an extremely loud cartoon. Before he could ask who he was, Bling walked into the room.
"Jay, I thought I told you to turn that TV dow - oh, hey Logan."
"Hey." Logan said, tearing his gaze from the multicolored animals bopping around on the screen. "What're you doing here so early? And who's the kid?"
"First, sorry about Jay here. My sister asked me to watch him and I couldn't say no. Second, it's not early. It's about three-thirty."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Logan, there are things I never lie about." Bling replied. "One of them is time."
"I slept the day away." Logan raked a hand through his hair. "That means I'm going to have to pull an all-nighter. I'm so behind right now. I've got patterns to figure out, trajectories, oh... I don't even wanna think about it."
"Also, it'd be nice if you could fit in that session with me that was for an hour ago."
Logan slapped a hand to his forehead. "Ah! Sorry! I'll - I'll go get ready and we can do that."
* * *
"It's not like I even care."
Original Cindy scoffed and followed Max outside. "Please, boo, don't insult Original Cindy like that."
Max arched an eyebrow and got on her bicycle. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You hit your head or somethin'?" OC asked, getting on her own bike. "You're talking to Original Cindy like she doesn't know you better than you do."
"I don't know what you mean." Max said and started off.
"You ain't gonna get rid of Original Cindy that easy!" OC said and followed Max. "You're mad 'cause you had a fight with your sugar daddy."
"I'm not mad and he's not my sugar daddy." Max clipped.
"Okay, then what are you and who is he?" OC asked.
"Oops, looks like we have to go different ways. See ya!" Max carefully maneuvered her bike around the nearest corner and sped off, leaving Original Cindy looking after her.
"You must really like that fool." Original Cindy shook her head and went on her way.
A/N: Just an amusing little thing... the last chapter had 666 words in it, including the author's note. I giggled.