CHAPTER 2

Jam pony messenger service

"Max, you're fired!" Normal shouted at her.

"Oh, am I now? You've already fired me 6 times and I'm still here." Max replied with a laugh, "What's the problem now Normal?"

"This isn't a joke, you are constantly late, so pack up your stuff and get out!" Normal shouted standing there waiting for a response.

"You're serious aren't you?" Max stood in shock.

"Yes very serious, now go." Normal finished walking away, leaving Max in complete shock. Maybe he just needs some time.

Max and Cindy's apartment

"Max, I really need to talk to you about last night at Crash... I also wanted to see how you were from last night...well I guess you're really not there...please call me when you get in." Click. Max was sitting on the couch in her apartment listening to the message Logan had left. She grabbed her stuff and headed out the door, locking it behind her.

Max got on her motorcycle and just kept driving. She didn't know where she was going or when she'd want to come back, but just kept driving, thinking about the message that Logan had left her. She didn't want to admit it, but she missed him. Max came around a corner of the highway and slid the bike on its side. There were trucks in front of her. Wedged under her bike, she looked up to see White standing over her with his gun pointed to her head.

"So, I finally have you 452!" White said as he called his men to come and lift the bike off her. They then came and surrounded her. White nodded toward Max and the men gathered around and lifted the bike. Another of White's men walked up with a needle in his hand. Max turned her head towards the man, the needle full of drugs, smacking the man's hand, the needle hit the pavement and out of the his hand, she tried to turn over but overwhelming pain shot up her right leg. Picking up the needle off the pavement, the man shot it into Max's neck and everything went dark. White nodded at his men to put Max into the van.

Earlier that day...

White was standing in front of Jam pony. It was pouring rain as a man came up to greet him. The man was dressed in black and was standing in the shadows.

"She usually goes for a drive at night." The man in black replied.

"Where?" White asked looking around.

"Down in sector 5. She'll also be on a motorcycle." The man stated. White walked away and headed around the corner; the man in black heading in the other direction.

Max and O.C's apartment

"Hello?" Logan said on the end of the phone line.

"Hey Logan, it's Original Cindy here. I was wondering if Max was with you?"

"No she isn't. I called her earlier but she hasn't called back."

"Well I'm worried, she told me that she would meet me at Crash, but she never showed up and I came back here to the apartment and she isn't here either, also her motorcycle is missing."

"Did she show up for work today?" He asked breathing deeply through the phone.

"No…not that I know of. Last I knew she was sleeping this morning from the hangover." Original Cindy said, with panic dripping off her voice.

"I'll be right over, I'll call Alec as well." Logan explained his plans.
"All right, see you in a little while." Click.

White's abandoned warehouse

When Max finally woke, she found her hands tied and White sitting on a seat beside her. White still had his gun with him, finger still on the trigger, curtains drawn.

"Tell me why I shouldn't just kill you right here?" White said waving the gun around her face.

"I...would you mind getting that damn gun out of my face!" Max yelled. White glared at Max with a smug look, but lowered the gun; finger still on the trigger. Max was silent.

"Answer me now!" White shouted holding the gun back up to her face.

"I don't have an answer for you!" Max said turning her head away from White's gaze.

Earlier that day...

A man in black arrived back at his house. He took off his long, dark, black jacket and sat down on the couch.

"I thought you said you were going to work, Alec?" Joshua commented as he walked in the room.

"Ya, I wasn't feeling well so I decided to come home." He lied.