Authors Note: I am very sorry for keeping you all waiting for so long. I wasn't going to finish the story just because I haven't been in that great of a mood. Then that reviewer told me to keep it going. Which makes sense since I have been making a truckload of new DA ideas. So I just wanted to tell my fans how sorry I am for making you wait. Be expecting a chapter that will be dedicated to one of my friends who recently passed away in a car accident. It won't be this one though. RIP Ner-child.

Logan's fingers tapped vigorously on his iMac cordless keyboard. If Max wasn't going to tell him what happened to her, then he would have to find out himself. May be he was being a dick for searching through her past for secrets she wanted to keep secret, but he didn't care. No doubt he would regret doing this later, and yeah the thought of Max finding out crossed his mind. He had to know what was eating her inside. His mouse ran over to files, double-clicking, X-ing others out. His eyes ran back and forth over the screen, and then he found a file that had some use to it.

X-5 452, Re-train

He didn't hesitate to open the file. Suddenly his 'hack sensor' began a countdown of two minutes. Manticore had locked onto him and he had to download as many of the 123 files as he could within those two minutes. He started the download. Since he was already being chased down by Manticore, he had to download the old fashion way to evade further detection. Hopefully, Manticore's computer system would just assume his invasion was a computer malfunction, a false alarm. So he started, right clicking and selecting 'download link' to his hard drive. His computer automatically shut down once the two minutes were up. He had retrieved 72 files. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly unplugged himself from the phone jack, just incase Manticores computer was still trying to lock on to his location.

Once the main screen returned into view, he quickly burned the files to disk and erased any record of them ever being on his computer. Logan stared at the CD that he had just made. He wasn't sure if it had even been the right file, or if his 72 files were anything but standard CY-Ops sessions. He didn't care; he would watch all of them. Logan calmly pulled a bottle of scotch out of his desk drawer and didn't bother to pour himself a glass. He took a swig before inserting the disk into his computer. The computer began to click noisily, reading and identifying the encoded information on the piece of plastic that began to whir inside of the drive. Then the icon showed up on his computer, it was labeled "My CD". He took another swig as he watched his computer open the CD and present the window that listed all 72-file names to Logan. He clicked on the first file, which was labeled, 452-0001. He smirked to himself and thought, everything has a number with Manticore.

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Max had just left Jam Pony for the evening and had been invited to Crash for a night out. She had shrugged off the invitation claiming she had a headache and just wanted to go home. As Max walked down the street, alone and chilly from the creeping autumn air, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Suddenly, she bumped into someone. She looked up as the individual grabbed one of her arms instinctively, "Whoa. Hey my bad."

A bright eyes smart ass met her gaze. "Max, hey what's up? Nice fireworks display back at the old cracker factory." He laughed sarcastically.

She smiled and replied, "Hey Alec. Sorry that whole breeding partner thing didn't work out, you just weren't my type you know?"

He grinned, "Do you have any idea how many of us got out? I think just about everyone Max. Even the anomalies..."

She asked him, "How do you know that?"

"Cause' I ran into a gang of them in Terminal City a few days ago... yeah, makin some deals with some metal head thugs. Or at least I thought that's where the meeting spot was. Any who, some really freaky looking weirdoes they are. One guy, Mole I think is his name, seems to be runnin the joint. He's got this whole salamander, chameleon, lizard thingy goin' on that's just kinda weird." Alec shrugged. "Ah-well. Not like I'm going to ever have to meet them again."

Max nodded her head, Others... Over in Terminal City... She made a mental note of the place, unsure of why she did so.

"Wanna go for a beer?" Alec asked her.

"Tryin' to hit on me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Me? Never. Why the hell would I wanna make it with a chick whose got a thing for kicking guys in the jaw?"

She remained silent, unable to laugh. She couldn't get over how much he looked like Ben. Well of course he looks like Ben you dumb ass... he is a clone you know. AKA: Twin.

"Hey, you alright? You look pretty shakin'." He observed, now seriousness all over his face.

"I'm fine." She lied.

"Yeah ok. Well, hey lemme give you my current address. Some guy moved outta the craphole a while ago. Butt loads of TV's everywhere, don't know where he went. Heard he got shot during some sort of raid. Whatever, here's the building and apartment number. If you wanna come have a few beers sometime, lemme know." With that, He walked off.

Max looked at the crumpled piece of paper in her fingers that had just been handed to her. She felt a sliver of guilt creep into her veins but she quickly snuffed it out. Don't get emotional, and you can't get yourself hurt. She told herself.

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Sorry for bad sentence structure or whatever, this is fanfiction so I don't take it as seriously grammar wise as I do other things.**