A Final Farewell

Chapter 7

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A/N: I want to thank all of you who reviewed. This chapter took me a pretty long time to write because I had been pouring out five pages a chapter which I hadn't intended to do but low and behold here it is and in a timely fashion. So thanks again for reading, reviewing and taking the time to do so.

It had been almost two weeks since that day, time moved slowly when you weren't having fun. Max sat strapped to a chair facing a screen. On the screen was a home movie of a little girl playing with dolls. "This is you when you were 9 two years before your parents died." The man named Scar told her.

"That's funny because as I recall I never knew my parents and didn't grow up playing with dolls. I grew up playing with guns, one of which I wish I could shoot you with." This earned her a slap across the face.

"Your name is Carmen Santos, you were born in London, England in 1999. Your parents were Mark and Rachel Santos. They were killed in a car accident along with your brother Luca in 2010. You were shipped to America where you lived with your mother's sister your aunt Sara. You lived with her until you turned 18 when you were recruited by a secret government agency us and were employed as a contract killer." This had been drilled into her head every day for those two weeks.

When it was clear to Renfro that they weren't getting through to her they decided to take more drastic measures. They injected her with concoction that would bring about amnesia and from there they could tell her anything that they wanted and she would believe it. They told her that she had been shot during one of her missions and had hit her head making her forget everything that had happened to her up until that moment.

It wasn't very hard for them to convince her that she was a contract killer because of her strength and her knowledge of guns that the amnesia hadn't allowed her to forget. So it didn't necessarily take long for her to get in the mindset of a contract killer. They were fully convinced that she had turned into Carmen when she killed a guard who was trying to hit on her.

Because of that she was given living quarters, real living quarters in the east wing where all the important business people stayed along with Lydecker and Renfro. She was given practice with guns, and physical training to make sure that she was in top physical shape and even though they weren't entirely sure that she was fully Carmen yet they didn't want to make her suspicious if they watched her too closely.

Manticore hired her out to a man named Rudolf Alame he wanted her to kill his ex-partner James Triano she would shoot him and kill him before he had the chance to sell secrets to his enemies in the Russian government.

Two days later Carmen found herself sitting on the roof of the Computech Industries building. Waiting was not one of Carmen's strong points she tended to get bored very easily. She had been told to wear a suit, which according to Carmen's everyday dress was out of the question. But in the end her boss had pretty much forced her to wear it so that she didn't stick out.

Checking through the scoop of her silenced sniper rifle she saw that her target had just entered the room and was now sitting at his desk. She didn't have a clear shot the chair was blocking her way but the rifle was high powered and would cut through almost anything. Another added bonus on her part was that the window in front of which he was sitting was open, the glass wouldn't shatter so no one would come running which for Carmen meant an easy get away without cops. No one would find him for a while and by that time she would be long gone.

Taking aim at the back of the chair she pulled the trigger satisfied when she saw through the scope that the bullet had hit the back of the chair. She had been told to shot twice just to make sure that he was really dead. Aiming for the same spot on the back of the chair she pulled the trigger again and waited a minute, wanting to make sure that he wasn't going to get up. Putting the rifle away in its case she headed towards the stairs that she had gone up.

Taking them two at a time to make sure she got out before they locked down the building, which she was sure, they were going to do when they saw that Triano was dead. Getting down to the ground floor Carmen tugged uncomfortably at the suit to make it sit right. The jacket had twisted around on her body when she had been lying on the ground trying to get a good shot on the roof.

Walking through the lobby she looked at the people passing her by they were all either talking on their cell phones or talking amongst themselves. Right now she didn't care about fitting in like she probably should have all she cared about was getting out of the building. Keeping her head down she tried to avoid being seen by the cameras that were placed strategically around the building.

She tried to ignore the strange stares that she was getting from the security guards who had only seen her twenty minutes before entering the building. It was hard when she saw that all of them were staring at her inquisitively, not that she cared she just didn't want them to be able to pin the murder on her or identify her if they were questioned.

Walking as quickly as she could without looking like she was rushing she exited the building and headed to her car which she had parked in the lot in front of the building. Throwing the gun case in the trunk she sank down in the front seat. Breathing a sigh of relief she started the car and cranked up the heat against the cold that had descended on Seattle that morning.

Taking out her cell phone from her jacket pocket she called her boss Renfro she heard the click on the other end and said simply, "The job is done, I'll see you at home." Hanging up she pulled the car slowly out of the parking lot. She had a three-hour drive ahead of her, which to anyone would seem like a long time. But to Carmen it was a release from her hectic life and time to just be alone.

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A/N: This is about Logan, I know I said that I probably wouldn't be doing anymore on him but this seemed like a good time to do a part about him.

Logan sat tapping away at his computer not like it was anything unusual when the phone rang. He didn't pick it up he never did anymore, not that it really mattered the only people who called were telemarketers and the few people in his family that still talked to him just to do the family thing and make sure that he was okay.

"You have reached the number that you have called, you know what to do, leave a message after the beep." He heard his own voice say on the machine.

"Logan, it's Matt Sung, if you are there can you please pick up I have a favor to ask you."

Hesitating at first to pick up the phone, he reluctantly put it to his ear, "Matt, I'm here, what do you need?"

"As you have probably heard James Triano was murdered today in his office so far the Seattle PD have no leads and as of yet no idea why he was murdered to begin with. I know you have contacts that most likely have access to the check in rosters from yesterday and the main ones that the security guards check against. We unfortunately don't have access to those the company wants to keep those under wraps so they don't fall into the wrong hands which I can fully understand but it sort of puts a damper on the investigation into his death." There was a slight pause on Matt's end of the phone before he continued. "Do you think you can help me?" he asked.

"I'll see what I can do, I can't promise anything but I'll get back to you if I find something, anything unusual."

"Thanks Logan, do what you can I appreciate it."

"All right Matt, I'll talk to you later."

"All right bye." Matt was the first to hang up and Logan hung up a few seconds after he did.

Turning back to his computer he switched to the e-mail screen. He sent a message to one of his contacts that actually worked at Computech in the computer development department. It was partially due to Rigel the contact that Eyes Only was up and running, he was able to get the latest technology from Computech and gave it to Logan.

If he was lucky Rigel would be able to hack into the database unnoticed and get the information that Logan required. He waited a few minutes when a new e-mail popped up on the screen.

~Logan,

Here is the information you asked for, I hope it helps. I have also included the feeds from the surveillance cameras that have been placed around the buildings.

Rigel

Clicking on the link below the email he was greeted with two long lists of names. One was yesterday's roster and the second was the master roster. He checked off names that appeared on the one from the day before but not on the master list. In all there were only 7 names.

He ruled out the people that were there for more than 2 hours a killer would want to get out of the building as soon as the job was done. That narrowed down the names to 3 Cristina Bales, Louis Halt and John Ashlocke. Checking what time each of the people entered he looked at the surveillance videos the men came in first both around seven-thirty and the women Cristina came in at around 10. It struck him as odd that the women kept her head down like she knew where the cameras were positioned.

He followed her with the feeds from the surveillance tapes hoping that just once she would slip up and look at the cameras. She took the stairwell to the roof and he knew that he had the killer. There were no cameras on the roof but he waited for her to come back down the stairwell when she couldn't avoid the cameras.

Fast-forwarding through the feed he saw that 20 minutes had elapsed before the door to the roof opened. The focus was unclear but what he saw surprised him. The brown hair, the body type, the lips, and the chocolate brown eyes a single word escaped his lips, "Max?"

A/N: Okay we have a big revelation here I hope you liked it. Reviews are appreciated, constructive criticism, criticism in general, flames, pretty much any kind of reviews are welcome.