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Note: Short, but there is plenty left on our computers, so just hang in there!!
On the road
Max quickly left the city behind, avoiding as many checkpoints as possible. When she finally had passed the last one she glanced at Logan, who was still out cold in the passenger seat, the sediderm refusing to release its grip.
She wished he was awake as she suddenly felt a twist in her guts. She was leaving home, for how long she couldn't tell. And Cindy or Kendra didn't even know what was going on. She would ask Bling to contact her homegirl in a few days or maybe weeks and let her know as much as possible, but she would still miss her. Max, or X5-492, a genetically engineered soldier felt homesick.
She grunted. "Phoney sentimentality."
She knew Zack would be glad about her leaving the city but, boy, if he knew she did it for and with Logan- he would definitely freak out. In her brother's eyes Logan was even weaker than a "normal" human.
Max shook her head, casting another look at Logan. He had been through so much and still found the strength to lead such an altruistic life. Sure, he had money and didn't have to worry about a roof above his head, but he had risked his life uncountable times and had paid a high price. And Max was proud of him, and grateful that he had accepted her, despite her past, despite her original purpose.
"Come on girl, get a grip." She switched on the radio, searching for some good rock music. When Logan was awake she would probably have to listen to classical stuff anyway. No that she minded, but on the road good old Bryan Adams seemed like the better choice.
***
"Hey, sleepyhead." Max had seen Logan stir next to her. "How do you feel?"
"Groggy." He tried to raise his arm but winced at the pain. Instead he brought his other hand up to brush through his hair. "Where are we?"
"Middle of Washington State, it's 2 p.m. and I'm getting hungry. You?"
"Not really, but help yourself."
"How's the shoulder?"
"Still kinda numb, but it hurts enough to know the arm's still there."
"Bling said it might take some time till the fog in your head clears."
"Hmpf." He nodded, but regretted it immediately. "Do you have anything to drink, my throat feels like sandpaper."
Wordlessly Max presented a bottle of water. "Can you open it?"
"I'm not a baby!" But Logan soon had to realize that even opening a bottle was a torment. "You know, with the shoulder out of place I felt better."
"It's gonna be fine." Quickly, Max changed the topic. "There is a gas station, mind if I pull over?"
"Not at all." He leaned back with a sigh after letting the bottle glide between the seats, hoping he had closed it safely, but too weary to check. "Just don't make me leave the car."
Max returned after five minutes with some bottles of coke and water, some fruits, two hamburgers and some chocolate bars.
"Eat," she ordered.
"Not hungry."
"Unless you feel like throwing up, eat," she insisted. She was relieved when he accepted the burger and slowly started to eat. She quickly finished her own and the started the engine again. She had slept a few hours the night before and didn't feel tired. She could easily drive for another day, it was Logan she was worried about. The whole relocating procedure had been painful and he was pumped with drugs. Under normal circumstances he would be in a hospital, recovering from the aneastesia.
"Tell me when you need a break, OK?" She carefully offered. She knew he didn't like to hear it.
"I'm fine," he spat promptly. Max knew there was no use in pressuring, he would only get pissy.
Instead she concentrated on the traffic. After some time a black van caught her attention. With her enhanced vision she could make out two grim looking guys, dressed in black. They were on a two lane highway and Max slowed down, only to notice that the van stayed right behind her. "Damn."
She cast a glance at Logan who was restlessly dozing. Instead of alerting him she decided to try something. At the next exit she left the Highway, the other car still on her heels. "How stupid are they? Can't be more obvious."
She checked her watch, rush-hour was about to start. While she was still trying to decide what to do next, the van suddenly passed them and disappeared from view. Max shook her head. The plates told her the van was from Oregon. That didn't have to mean a thing, but it seemed like it had been a false alarm. She drew in a deep breath.
"Whazzup?"
"Nothing. Keep on sleeping." Max switched on the radio, volume low, so she wouldn't disturb Logan. She returned to the highway and drove into the dust.
**
TBC soon.
Sorry this is such a short chapter, we will make up for it soon! The more you review, the sooner:-)
Note: Short, but there is plenty left on our computers, so just hang in there!!
On the road
Max quickly left the city behind, avoiding as many checkpoints as possible. When she finally had passed the last one she glanced at Logan, who was still out cold in the passenger seat, the sediderm refusing to release its grip.
She wished he was awake as she suddenly felt a twist in her guts. She was leaving home, for how long she couldn't tell. And Cindy or Kendra didn't even know what was going on. She would ask Bling to contact her homegirl in a few days or maybe weeks and let her know as much as possible, but she would still miss her. Max, or X5-492, a genetically engineered soldier felt homesick.
She grunted. "Phoney sentimentality."
She knew Zack would be glad about her leaving the city but, boy, if he knew she did it for and with Logan- he would definitely freak out. In her brother's eyes Logan was even weaker than a "normal" human.
Max shook her head, casting another look at Logan. He had been through so much and still found the strength to lead such an altruistic life. Sure, he had money and didn't have to worry about a roof above his head, but he had risked his life uncountable times and had paid a high price. And Max was proud of him, and grateful that he had accepted her, despite her past, despite her original purpose.
"Come on girl, get a grip." She switched on the radio, searching for some good rock music. When Logan was awake she would probably have to listen to classical stuff anyway. No that she minded, but on the road good old Bryan Adams seemed like the better choice.
***
"Hey, sleepyhead." Max had seen Logan stir next to her. "How do you feel?"
"Groggy." He tried to raise his arm but winced at the pain. Instead he brought his other hand up to brush through his hair. "Where are we?"
"Middle of Washington State, it's 2 p.m. and I'm getting hungry. You?"
"Not really, but help yourself."
"How's the shoulder?"
"Still kinda numb, but it hurts enough to know the arm's still there."
"Bling said it might take some time till the fog in your head clears."
"Hmpf." He nodded, but regretted it immediately. "Do you have anything to drink, my throat feels like sandpaper."
Wordlessly Max presented a bottle of water. "Can you open it?"
"I'm not a baby!" But Logan soon had to realize that even opening a bottle was a torment. "You know, with the shoulder out of place I felt better."
"It's gonna be fine." Quickly, Max changed the topic. "There is a gas station, mind if I pull over?"
"Not at all." He leaned back with a sigh after letting the bottle glide between the seats, hoping he had closed it safely, but too weary to check. "Just don't make me leave the car."
Max returned after five minutes with some bottles of coke and water, some fruits, two hamburgers and some chocolate bars.
"Eat," she ordered.
"Not hungry."
"Unless you feel like throwing up, eat," she insisted. She was relieved when he accepted the burger and slowly started to eat. She quickly finished her own and the started the engine again. She had slept a few hours the night before and didn't feel tired. She could easily drive for another day, it was Logan she was worried about. The whole relocating procedure had been painful and he was pumped with drugs. Under normal circumstances he would be in a hospital, recovering from the aneastesia.
"Tell me when you need a break, OK?" She carefully offered. She knew he didn't like to hear it.
"I'm fine," he spat promptly. Max knew there was no use in pressuring, he would only get pissy.
Instead she concentrated on the traffic. After some time a black van caught her attention. With her enhanced vision she could make out two grim looking guys, dressed in black. They were on a two lane highway and Max slowed down, only to notice that the van stayed right behind her. "Damn."
She cast a glance at Logan who was restlessly dozing. Instead of alerting him she decided to try something. At the next exit she left the Highway, the other car still on her heels. "How stupid are they? Can't be more obvious."
She checked her watch, rush-hour was about to start. While she was still trying to decide what to do next, the van suddenly passed them and disappeared from view. Max shook her head. The plates told her the van was from Oregon. That didn't have to mean a thing, but it seemed like it had been a false alarm. She drew in a deep breath.
"Whazzup?"
"Nothing. Keep on sleeping." Max switched on the radio, volume low, so she wouldn't disturb Logan. She returned to the highway and drove into the dust.
**
TBC soon.
Sorry this is such a short chapter, we will make up for it soon! The more you review, the sooner:-)