I wouldn't get very far. He thought. There's either a doorman, concierge, super, or even building secretary that would ask questions. I wouldn't be able to get to the apartment without one of them getting in the way. I don't even know what - or who - he's got up there. I don't even know where "up there" is. And if they did stop me, they'd probably warn him and then what would happen to Max? I hope she's all right...
* * *
Max pulled on the handcuffs, trying to free herself, but still had no luck. She cursed audibly and rested. Before she could try her next idea, Martin came back into the room, carrying a chair with him. He set up the chair in the middle of the room, close enough to speak with her but far enough away to be safe from any attack she might try. He sat down and looked at his watch.
"The serum should still be effective on your muscular system." He said.
"When I get out of here -"
"When you get out of here, it will not be of your own doing." Martin interrupted. "I imagine that even if you could free yourself, I might still best you in hand to hand."
Max scoffed. "With my genetics? Please."
"You'd still be weak." Martin shook his head. "And I've had far more training than you could even imagine."
"We're not playing that game again, are we?" Max rolled her eyes.
"It's curious." Martin said slowly. "From what I've learned about Manticore, a defiance such as yours should not exist, even if you have been living in this world for ten years."
"X5s were made with a bit of something special." She shrugged. "Independence and all that. What, Lydecker never told you about the night a bunch of kids got the better of him and his mod squad?"
"He never mentioned to me the details of the escape." He shrugged. "But I never did ask."
"If I could escape from a secure facility when I was nine years old, you think your little luxury apartment is going to stop me now?"
"Maybe not." Martin said. He slowly reached behind his back and pulled a Glock into his lap. "But at such close range, are you willing to risk it?"
Max was nervous, but didn't let it show. "Deck wants me alive. You wouldn't."
"If it was in self defense, he would forgive me." Martin told her. "After all, if you could escape from a secure facility when you were only nine years old, how could I stop you from leaving my luxurious apartment?"
* * *
When his cellphone began ringing, Logan snatched it up from the passenger's seat immediately. "Hello?"
"Logan, it's Matt."
"What's going on?" Logan was impatient.
"Look, I could only get a few guys to come with me now, but we're coming. Sit tight."
Matt ended the call and Logan tossed his cellphone on the passenger's seat. He reached over to the glove compartment, popped it open, and took out his gun.