Disclaimer: see Chapter 1
Notes: We know this isn't a long chapter either, but there is plenty left where this came from. Reviews might actually make us post faster : -)
Enjoy!!
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3
Meeting Matt Sung
Logan had worked all night, trying to shut out all thoughts about the fight earlier that evening. But he couldn't stop the thoughts from coming back to his mind. Why the hell had he been so angry? Thinking about it, he had to admit that Max had come only with the best intentions. But she had caught him in the wrong moment. Or was there the right moment at all?
The moment Max had mentioned Crash, all his defences had come up. His mind had pictured the crowded club, loaded with people who were loud, drunk, and carefree, listening to a bunch of long-haired guys on stage, screaming into the microphone.
He just didn't belong there. Not anymore. He would have been sitting there, people towering up over him, bumping into his chair, staring at him or worse ignoring him completely. He would have felt like a piece of shit. People walking around, dancing, flirting, chatting. He just wasn't up to it. He felt disgusted by the thought.
And then he probably wouldn't be able to get into the club in the first place. He vaguely remembered that a flight of stairs was leading down from the entrance. And there was no way he was going to let anybody carry him around.
The anger he had felt earlier flickered up again. How could Max expect him to go there with her? She hadn't even thought about all of that! She didn't understand a thing. She kept telling him that the chair didn't matter to her. Screw it!!! It mattered to him, and she couldn't change that. She couldn't change the way he felt about it. This was not about her. It was about him and she just didn't get it. And, even worse, he couldn't explain it to her.
He pushed the thoughts aside and tried to concentrate again. He really had to get this done!
He had just located the hideaway of a Malaysian drug dealer ring here in Seattle. Those people were infiltrating all of northern America, including Canada. Many people had died from the bad stuff they were dealing, and if nobody stopped them there would be many more casualties.
Bingo! Logan smirked and leaned back in his chair. He had found the cell he had been looking for. One of the dealers had apparently started his own little business here in Seattle.
He had turned his back on the big boss and was now trying to fence stuff that was even worse than the usual one. All extended with something he hadn't been able to identify. But it reportedly made people feel on top of the world at first and then made them fall into a deep depression, which made them do indescribable things in their delirium….
Logan snatched open his cell phone and dialed Matt Sung's number.
"Hi, this is Logan Cale…."
"Yeah, I got something for you here…concerning the drugs...When can you meet me…?....Oh hang on a second, my phone is.." Logan looked at his cell phone and shook it a little then put it back to his ear. "Okay Matt…Go ahead…." He continued.
"Tomorrow…? Well , I'd rather speed this up…Oh, okay, I see. Tomorrow at 5 then. Yeah, the usual place."
"Yeah, bye."
Logan flipped his phone closed and threw a puzzled look at it. Lately the transmission was lost from time to time. He wondered what was wrong with it. He would ask Bling to take care of it later.
***
Logan parked his car across the street from the old, deserted playground. He got out of the car and wheeled over to their meeting place. He was five minutes late. But Matt Sung was nowhere to be seen, so he scanned his surroundings for anybody suspicious. The only people he could see were a couple of teenagers shooting baskets on the nearby basketball court-or what was left of it. The basket consisted only of the ring and was tilted to one side, like it would come crashing down any moment. The fence that separated the court from the rest of the playground had large holes in it, the sharp metal ends sticking out. The rest of the playground was in even worse shape. The metal bars, swing frame and the other things were rusty all over, the swings themselves had long been torn off, the ground was littered with garbage, old cans, bottles, and cigarette buds. Someone had made a fire in the middle of the playground, burning the planks of the dismembered wooden playhouse.
"Hi Logan." A voice said behind him and made him turn around.
"Hi Matt!"
The detective looked nervous and sweaty.
"Sorry I'm late, but I got the feeling that someone was following me. So I took a few roundabouts to get here. I think I lost them, but I'm not sure- so let's get this done quickly. What do you have?"
Logan reached into the back of his chair and handed Matt Sung a paper folder.
"Everything's in here. Eyes Only located the hideaway of one of the major drug dealers here in Seattle. He is still working on the other cells throughout the country, but it seems they have their people in all major North American cities and are now infiltrating Canada.For now, maybe you could put an end to all the deaths here in Seattle."
Matt Sung took the folder from Logan's hand and flipped through it. "Should be able to do that. Pretty good work here!" He waved the folder in the air.
"Tell your boss we'll put an end to this immediately….And you better be careful. If those people were actually following me.."
"Thank you Matt, I'll get back to you as soon as Eyes Only has more information on the case." With that Logan turned around and headed towards his car looking around cautiously. But right now everything seemed to be quiet.
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TBC...
Note: About the scene at Logan's place at the beginning of this chapter- we have actually written this scene and the scene with Cindy and Max independent from each other (one of us writing the Crash scene, and one of us the Logan scene). It just happened to turn out like Cindy knew exactly what was going on!!!
Notes: We know this isn't a long chapter either, but there is plenty left where this came from. Reviews might actually make us post faster : -)
Enjoy!!
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3
Meeting Matt Sung
Logan had worked all night, trying to shut out all thoughts about the fight earlier that evening. But he couldn't stop the thoughts from coming back to his mind. Why the hell had he been so angry? Thinking about it, he had to admit that Max had come only with the best intentions. But she had caught him in the wrong moment. Or was there the right moment at all?
The moment Max had mentioned Crash, all his defences had come up. His mind had pictured the crowded club, loaded with people who were loud, drunk, and carefree, listening to a bunch of long-haired guys on stage, screaming into the microphone.
He just didn't belong there. Not anymore. He would have been sitting there, people towering up over him, bumping into his chair, staring at him or worse ignoring him completely. He would have felt like a piece of shit. People walking around, dancing, flirting, chatting. He just wasn't up to it. He felt disgusted by the thought.
And then he probably wouldn't be able to get into the club in the first place. He vaguely remembered that a flight of stairs was leading down from the entrance. And there was no way he was going to let anybody carry him around.
The anger he had felt earlier flickered up again. How could Max expect him to go there with her? She hadn't even thought about all of that! She didn't understand a thing. She kept telling him that the chair didn't matter to her. Screw it!!! It mattered to him, and she couldn't change that. She couldn't change the way he felt about it. This was not about her. It was about him and she just didn't get it. And, even worse, he couldn't explain it to her.
He pushed the thoughts aside and tried to concentrate again. He really had to get this done!
He had just located the hideaway of a Malaysian drug dealer ring here in Seattle. Those people were infiltrating all of northern America, including Canada. Many people had died from the bad stuff they were dealing, and if nobody stopped them there would be many more casualties.
Bingo! Logan smirked and leaned back in his chair. He had found the cell he had been looking for. One of the dealers had apparently started his own little business here in Seattle.
He had turned his back on the big boss and was now trying to fence stuff that was even worse than the usual one. All extended with something he hadn't been able to identify. But it reportedly made people feel on top of the world at first and then made them fall into a deep depression, which made them do indescribable things in their delirium….
Logan snatched open his cell phone and dialed Matt Sung's number.
"Hi, this is Logan Cale…."
"Yeah, I got something for you here…concerning the drugs...When can you meet me…?....Oh hang on a second, my phone is.." Logan looked at his cell phone and shook it a little then put it back to his ear. "Okay Matt…Go ahead…." He continued.
"Tomorrow…? Well , I'd rather speed this up…Oh, okay, I see. Tomorrow at 5 then. Yeah, the usual place."
"Yeah, bye."
Logan flipped his phone closed and threw a puzzled look at it. Lately the transmission was lost from time to time. He wondered what was wrong with it. He would ask Bling to take care of it later.
***
Logan parked his car across the street from the old, deserted playground. He got out of the car and wheeled over to their meeting place. He was five minutes late. But Matt Sung was nowhere to be seen, so he scanned his surroundings for anybody suspicious. The only people he could see were a couple of teenagers shooting baskets on the nearby basketball court-or what was left of it. The basket consisted only of the ring and was tilted to one side, like it would come crashing down any moment. The fence that separated the court from the rest of the playground had large holes in it, the sharp metal ends sticking out. The rest of the playground was in even worse shape. The metal bars, swing frame and the other things were rusty all over, the swings themselves had long been torn off, the ground was littered with garbage, old cans, bottles, and cigarette buds. Someone had made a fire in the middle of the playground, burning the planks of the dismembered wooden playhouse.
"Hi Logan." A voice said behind him and made him turn around.
"Hi Matt!"
The detective looked nervous and sweaty.
"Sorry I'm late, but I got the feeling that someone was following me. So I took a few roundabouts to get here. I think I lost them, but I'm not sure- so let's get this done quickly. What do you have?"
Logan reached into the back of his chair and handed Matt Sung a paper folder.
"Everything's in here. Eyes Only located the hideaway of one of the major drug dealers here in Seattle. He is still working on the other cells throughout the country, but it seems they have their people in all major North American cities and are now infiltrating Canada.For now, maybe you could put an end to all the deaths here in Seattle."
Matt Sung took the folder from Logan's hand and flipped through it. "Should be able to do that. Pretty good work here!" He waved the folder in the air.
"Tell your boss we'll put an end to this immediately….And you better be careful. If those people were actually following me.."
"Thank you Matt, I'll get back to you as soon as Eyes Only has more information on the case." With that Logan turned around and headed towards his car looking around cautiously. But right now everything seemed to be quiet.
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TBC...
Note: About the scene at Logan's place at the beginning of this chapter- we have actually written this scene and the scene with Cindy and Max independent from each other (one of us writing the Crash scene, and one of us the Logan scene). It just happened to turn out like Cindy knew exactly what was going on!!!