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Aftermath

Bling checked Logan over in the back of the van on the way to the hospital. He didn't locate any major wounds or head trauma, but Logan didn't wake up. Dr. Carr met them in the basement with a gurney for Logan. Max pulled up right behind them.

"What happened to him?" Dr Carr asked.

"I …I'm not entirely sure. He was conscious, but not very coherent when I got there." Max helped Bling move him to the gurney. "They were …questioning him."

Dr. Carr hesitated. "Think there is any chance Eyes Only will be able to get them prosecuted."

Max makes a small sound that might have been a bitter laugh. Bling answers, "I don't think any survived."

Dr. Carr nodded and took Logan to X-ray. He couldn't totally approve of vigilante style justice, but after what he saw they had done to Logan, he didn't disapprove either.

Bling was back with Dr. Carr helping to take care of Logan.

Daniel and Jessie Johnson had gone home.

Max was pacing around Dr. Carr's waiting room like a caged panther. She tried watching TV. She tried reading Dr. Carr's advanced medical textbooks. She tried the various medical journals. She even bounced off the walls a few times. Nothing would calm, or distract her from her worry over Logan. She had settled for watching TV, reading the New England Journal of Medicine (the October 12, 2017 issue, the article about the structure and function of molecular chaperones, with emphasis on their role in rescuing misfolded protein) and pacing around the room when the 11 o'clock news came on.

"Good Evening, and Welcome to the official news source of the military command of the state of Washington! Tonight's top story, the weather…"

Max continued pacing, reading and worrying.

"Also in the news police found a scene of carnage in Sector 7…"

'Damn!' Max thought. 'How the hell did this get on the air? They usually suppress stuff like this. At least until they're sure it wasn't another government agency, which it kinda was.'

"…17 dead of unknown causes."

'Idiots,' thought Max.

"The only lead police have is that the owner of the house, Victor Vivaldi, was rumored to be moving against Eyes Only."

Max stopped pacing and swore vividly to herself. 'How did they know that?' she thought.

"An FBI agent who was deep cover within Victor Vivaldi's organization …"

'Oops,' thought Max.

"…reported that Vivaldi had captured a man that they suspected was Eyes Only. The agent, who cannot be identified for security reasons, arrived at the house to find, not Eyes Only, only corpses…"

'Whew!'

"The FBI agent was able to identify every body that was found. Whoever Vivaldi picked up, whether that person was Eyes Only or not, was not found at the scene. However the FBI does have reason to believe that this person was injected with Kallocain, an experimental truth serum, and they are currently checking local hospitals."

"Damn!" Max swore. She threw down the journal and went to find Dr. Carr.

When she found Dr. Carr he was in the recovery room talking to Bling. "No major physical injuries but there is a strange drug in his blood system. No telling when, or if he will wake up."

"According to the 11 o'clock news it's something called Kallocain." Max startled both men. "We can't have any record that he was ever here."

"Not a problem. We have him as John Doe," Dr Carr tried to reassure her.

"The FBI knows that Vivaldi picked up someone that he thought was Eyes Only." Max watched Dr. Carr warily. If he was surprised by the news that Logan was associated with Eyes Only, he didn't show it. She walked to Logan and took his hand. "Can we move him?"

"If we have to. I've never heard of Kallocain. I don't particularly like letting him go with an unknown drug in his system, but there isn't much I can do for him here," Dr Carr said.

"I'll see what I can find on it and get back to you," Bling replied.

"We can take him home?" Max asked, holding Logan's hand in hers.

"Too dangerous. Fogle Towers has security. If we took him in unconscious, they would have a record of it," Bling said.

"What if we wait 'til the bars close and you and me carry him in?" Max asked.

Bling finally smiled, "I have more medical equipment at the safe house on Columbia. Plus we can have people there watching him that don't necessarily need to know where he lives or his full name."

Max nodded. "I'll be there."

Bling and Dr. Carr took Logan to the safe house. If Dr. Carr knew more about Max he would wish she was there lifting the gurney, but he managed with great effort.

Max went to take care of some loose ends.

To be continued …Next: Loose Ends.