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Chapter 2: Dawn Dilemmas

For once, Logan's computers stood silent and dark. He was sitting in his chair by the window, sipping coffee as he watched the sunrise tint a bank of cloud with rose and gold. As usual, his thoughts turned to the same topic that had kept him awake all night, staring fascinated at the raindrops running down the glass. Max.

I'm going to have to tell her I talked to Lydecker, he thought. Try and persuade her to see my point of view, get her to tell me about it. Somehow I doubt that'll work. She's as stubborn as I am. I know she's noticed I've been keeping her at arms length. I can't help it, I just need some space to think about what I've learned about her.

If only I didn't miss her so much. Her voice, her smile, her little habits and mannerisms. I just keep replaying everything Lydecker told me in my head, trying to find a memory of Max that backs him up, or proves he was lying.

If Max is a psychotic killer why did she hang around after I got shot? Why did she take out Sonrisa and rescue Sophie? She's not just a killing machine. I killed when I had to; everyone does if they have no choice. It doesn't make me a monster, I hope, so she certainly isn't one. She's… Max.

But I still can't forget those photographs Lydecker left me. I know she was just a child, that she had no say in what happened. No idea that killing was wrong. She must have learned that lesson by now, surely.

Maybe I should just invite her over and make her dinner to apologise.

A familiar sound made him look up. Someone was picking the lock to his front door. Only one person ever did that, and this was a strange hour for a visit even for Max. Then he heard two sets of heavy footsteps and knew it wasn't her. No one could enter as silently as she did.

Swiftly, he pushed himself over to the office, before his uninvited guests spotted him by the window. He checked there was nothing incriminating around in case whoever it was had managed to connect him with Eyes Only. Deftly, he unscrewed the video camera stand and put the whole thing into a storage box. Then he retrieved his gun from the drawer and listened carefully.

While he had been hiding the camera, the intruders had checked his bedroom and finding it deserted, they were systematically checking the rest of the apartment. To draw as much attention away from the office as possible, Logan decided to confront them directly. He pushed himself into the living room with one hand, the other pointing the gun at the two men in front of him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" He demanded, making both of them turn and face him. Both were white, wearing bad suits and trenchcoats. Government, said Logan's gut.

"Agents Hatton and Campbell, FBI," said the one closest to Logan. He reached for his id.

"Keep your hands where I can see them," ordered Logan. "So you are breaking into my home at the crack of dawn because…"

"We have been issued with a warrant for your arrest."

"Really. For what, or is that classified information?" He said sarcastically.

"Conspiracy to commit terrorist acts."

"Oh, good to know what it is I'm accused of. So, why are you getting up so early to arrest me? I really think I'd prefer you to come back later. Get out. Now."

The tone of command was so strong in his voice both men had to stop themselves obeying straight away. The agents glanced at each other, no doubt wondering how they'd manage to live down being threatened at gunpoint by a disabled guy. Then they looked back at Logan, noting his steady hand on the gun and the steely blue of his gaze. Reluctantly, they shuffled towards the door.

The next thing Logan knew was a sharp blow against the back of his head that sent him toppling forward out of his wheelchair and falling down into blackness.

Brin checked her target was out cold before she spoke to Hatton and Campbell.

"I warned you not to underestimate your enemy. Do not make that mistake again."

"Yes, ma'am, we won't, ma'am," said Campbell, bashfully.

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