Disclaimer: All of the characters that appeared on the TV show Dark Angel (Max, Zack, Logan, etc.) belong to their respective owners, not to me. No money is being made off of this fic. I only own the original characters (Becky/X6-405, etc.).

Becky smiled to herself as she walked down the sidewalk in downtown Seattle one night a few weeks later. She put her hands in her jeans pockets and whistled cheerfully as she walked towards her destination.

It's a great night out. Stars are out, it's a little chilly but not too bad...definitely a great night to take a walk, she thought. I hope Max and Zack are having fun on their date. She made a face and shook her head. For crying out loud, Becky, get your mind out of the gutter. You're getting to be almost as bad as Kevin. She laughed to herself and continued on.

Still got a couple of blocks before I get to the building. Zack said that the tryptophan he was gonna steal so he could take it to Syl when he leaves tomorrow to go check up on her is in a safe in an office up on the eighth floor. Sounds like some exec wanted to keep a stash so he could resell it on the black market. It shouldn't be too hard. Good thing it's a Sunday so there won't be many people in the building. I just hope the front door's open. Not that I have any problems with picking the stupid lock, but I want to deal with as few alarm systems as possible!

Becky looked around and sighed to herself. I almost wish more people were around. I wouldn't mind not spending tonight by myself. Max and Zack are a given, Original Cindy and Sketchy and everybody at Jam Pony, Alec included, have their own things going on tonight, and Jeff's off checking up on Riley. She shrugged off or at least tried to shrug off the feeling of jealousy that came when he recalled Jeff's plans. Nothing I wouldn't or haven't done with Kevin, Kyle, or Xavier. Speaking of my siblings, maybe I should call Maggie and see if she wants to hang out. She's within minutes of Seattle. I told her that was a little too close for comfort, but she seemed really shaken up by Suzanne's death, so I decided to let it slide. I should ask her to move soon, though. Logan's spotted White back in the general area again and I don't want Maggie in the line of fire if I can help it.

She walked up to the building and looked up at it. Nice place. I wonder how Zack found out about the tryptophan being here and not in this company's labs in the first place. She grinned. Who knows and who cares? Which reminds me, I should start thinking about what I should get Zack for his birthday next month. The big 2-5, sucker! There was that automatic that I saw when I was looking for a new one for myself. It looked like the model that Zack told me he liked to use.

Becky walked to the front doors and tried to open it. It opened with no problems. Good. One thing down, a few more to go. She walked inside and looked around. She saw a janitor cleaning the floor across the lobby, but nobody else. She bit her lip and started to walk towards the stairs. That's odd. I know it is a Sunday night, but there should be more people in the lobby than just a janitor! She tried to shrug it off and continued up the stairs until she got to the eighth floor. Nobody else on the stairs with me. I know that there's at least one other set of stairs in this building and there is an elevator, but I still should have seen or heard more people using the stairs! There is something not right going on here. She exited the stairs at the eighth floor and walked down the hallway towards the office Zack had told her to go to. It's too damn quiet here. Something's definitely wrong. I'm gonna bail and come back later tonight. I hate to let Zack down, but... She started to turn around to walk back to the stairs when she did hear a voice and froze.

"Agent White, this is Alpha Three," the voice said from the other side of the building and a floor or two down from where Becky was.

White's here! Becky thought. Crap, this is getting worse!

"White here, Alpha Three. Report."

Sounds like it's coming from a walkie-talkie. I have no clue where White is.

"There's still no sign of him, sir," Alpha Three said. "Our man in the lobby reported a lone female in her late teens entering the building a few minutes ago, though. Are you sure he will show up?"

"I am quite sure," White replied. His next words made Becky's heart almost stop. "My source told me that 599 would be at this building at approximately this time tonight. Do you have an ID on the girl?"

"Just coming in now, sir," Alpha Three said. "The girl has been positively IDed as X6-405."

Oh, shit!

"Men," Max remarked as she and Zack entered Becky's apartment. "They always forget something. You should get a wallet, Zack."

"I don't need one," Zack said. "It's not like I carry any ID around with me."

"True," Max admitted. "But you would carry your wallet around with you all of the time and then you wouldn't leave your money at whatever place you call home for the week or day or whatever."

"Not necessarily," Zack said.

Max shrugged. "Whatever. Speaking of places to call home, why do you still crash on Becky's couch when you're in Seattle? She's got a second bedroom in this apartment. Why don't you just sleep in there?"

"Because Becky keeps her toys in the other bedroom," Zack said.

"She has enough toys that she requires a whole bedroom to keep them in?" Max said. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Her toys aren't the only thing she keeps in there," Zack said. "She uses that room as a general storage room slash garage. Half of the room is cleared away so she can park her motorcycle and her bicycle."

"That's a good idea," Max said. "I know I wished I had a third bedroom for me to keep my baby in when Kendra was rooming with me."

Zack raised an eyebrow. "You're still not over her using your motorcycle as a clothesline?"

"What if Becky hung her laundry over your bike?" Max replied.

Zack shook his head. "Never in a million years."

"I knew you'd see my point," Max said. She waited while Zack reached into his bag for his money. Something caught her eye and she looked down at the coffee table and saw a laptop computer on it. "I didn't know Becky had a laptop."

"Yeah, she just got it yesterday," Zack said.

"This looks nice," Max said. "I'm impressed. Where did she get the dough for this?"

"She didn't," Zack said.

"Cool," Max said. "I've gotten things worth at least as much as this before." She looked down at the laptop's screen and one icon on its desktop caught her eye. "'Hawk'? What's that, some kind of video game? I didn't think Becky was the type to play video games and things like that."

"It's not a video game," Zack said. "It's a tap into the security cameras in Logan's penthouse."

"What!" Max said.

Zack shrugged. "You were the one who asked Becky to keep an eye on Logan for you. When my youngest sister does something, she doesn't do it halfway."

Max nodded. "I know." She grinned. "Wanna see what Logan's doing now?"

"Sure," Zack said. "She told me to just double click on the Hawk icon and go from there."

"Cool," Max said. She did what Zack said and soon a window popped up. It was split into several different parts, one for each room in Logan's penthouse except for the bathrooms. "Not bad."

"She's even got the audio," Zack said. "His cameras have microphones. You can hear everything."

"He's in the computer room," Max said.

"What a surprise," Zack said. He rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha," Max said. She elbowed Zack and turned her attention back to Becky's laptop. "I wonder if..." She double clicked on the part of the window that showed Logan in his computer room and it expanded to take up the entire window and the audio came on. "Very nice."

They watched as Logan sat at his computer and stared at his monitor for several moments. They could hear some faint—and familiar—audio.

"That sounds like you and Becky," Zack said, confused. "That can't be possible unless he's watching old footage because this is a live feed."

"I know," Max said. "It sounds like it's from yesterday when she and I were over there and Logan went out of the room for a few minutes. I know that's when it's from because that's Becky telling me about how she offered to get that tryptophan that you want to take to Syl for you so that you and I could have some more quality time before you had to leave."

On the screen, Logan stopped the footage that he was watching and smirked. He clicked on something a few times before he reached for his cordless phone. Glancing at his monitor again, he dialed a number and waited for someone to pick up on the other end. "Hello, can I please speak with Special Agent White?"

Max gasped in shock. "Why the hell would Logan want to talk to White?"

"I don't know," Zack said. This can't be good. I knew Cale was bad news when I first met him.

"Special Agent White?" Logan said into his phone. "Let's just say that I'm a concerned citizen. I have my ways. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that I have some information that I think that you will find useful. I happen to know that X5-599 will be showing up at the following location around nine PM tomorrow night." He gave White the location of the building. "Let's just say that 599 is a former associate of mine who double crossed me. Now that I know just who he is, I have no problems turning him in to the person more qualified to take care of him than I am. You're welcome."

Zack paled. "Holy...Becky..." He and Max looked at each other and then bolted out of the apartment, heading outside to their motorcycles. They jumped on and headed off towards Becky's location. They made it nearly halfway there before Zack's cell phone rang. He looked at the number, pulled over, and answered it immediately. "What's your situation?"

"I'm in trouble," Becky said. "I need help ASAP. I just walked into a trap apparently meant for you and they know it's me."

"We know. We caught some of the live feed from Cale's," Zack said as Max pulled her motorcycle up next to his. "He's the one who tried to set me up."

"Damn it," Becky swore.

"What's your status right now?" Zack asked.

"I'm on the eighth floor," Becky said. "They've got men above and below and they're closing in, so I'm stuck on this level. White had his people lock the doors to every office and closet so that you—or me, as it turns out—would have no place to hide."

"Are you armed at all?" Zack said.

"Yeah, I got my nine millimeter with me," Becky said.

"Good," Zack said. "Keep trying to find a hiding place. If you can't, try to sneak past the people above you and get to the roof and get away that way until you're clear and call me then. Max and I will be there in less than five minutes."

"Got it," Becky said. "Hu—" She was suddenly cut off.

"Becky? Becky!" Zack yelled into the phone.

"Come on," Max said as she jumped back onto her motorcycle. Zack jumped onto his and they zoomed away.

TBC