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Author's Note: If this Bling starts to sound like the same Bling that Shywr1ter has crafted that is because it pretty much is. There isn't much canon on Bling; Shywr1ter has such a wonderful history and character; Maria656 is very sick of me killing or omitting Bling because I can't imagine Bling any other way and didn't want to copy Shywr1ter. Turns out that Shywr1ter would rather I use her fanon than kill off Bling, too. So for all of you that were worried about Bling (because I already stated I love Logan and would never kill him), you can thank Shywr1ter, he is going to survive this after all! P.s. The best way to thank Shywr1ter would be to go review one or two of her stories.

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Gunshots and screams filled the air. Eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, utilizing what little light filtered in from the twilight outside. The smell of sulfur and smoke filled the dingy warehouse.

It took Logan a little bit to realize that he wasn't dead. He wasn't even hit. He was pretty sure he wasn't hit. His hands briefly searched his lower body but found no damp spots. Bling had taken advantage of the darkness to grab Logan's wheelchair and push him towards the exit. As Logan's eyes slowly adjusted to the he saw two men move to block their path, they collapsed in splatter of blood before they were able to take aim on them.

"Bling?" Logan asked.

"Wasn't me," Bling replied.

Then, as suddenly as the chaos erupted, there was silence. Bling left Logan to move the bodies so that Logan's wheelchair could get past the exit. Logan turned to look behind him and noticed a pair of eyes shining in the darkness stalking toward them.

"Max?" he asked.

"No," a female voice said. "But I'm looking for a Max. Since a Max saves you I thought you might be able to lead me to her. So I saved you … because he said Max would. Is that irony?" she asked.

"Yes. Jondy?" Logan was really hoping this was one of Max's siblings. Her eyes glowed like Max's. Logan assumed that meant she was a transgenic, but that didn't mean she was one of the ones that escaped. He heard only a slight gasp in response. "Tinga?"

"You're guessing," she guessed herself.

"Yes," Logan confirmed.

Light from the outside poured in and illuminated the warrior woman standing in front of Logan. She was taller than Max, fairer in coloring, and far more obviously a warrior; or perhaps it was just that she was dressed for battle.

"We should go. All that noise, somebody is going to call the police," Bling said.

Jondy gestured for Logan to lead the way. "I was wondering how you could possibly have known."

"I'm just lucky," Logan replied as he pushed himself outside.

Jondy watched him in silence as he moved to the car and began transferring into it. "You look it," she finally said as she very obviously looks him up and down.

'Definitely related to Max,' Logan thought. "Well, considering I've been shot; my hospital room was blown up with a bazooka; I was thrown off the roof of a 30 story building; that was actually the third time I was captured by mobsters out to kill me; at least one surgery I shouldn't have survived. I'm very lucky to be still breathing at all."

"If she managed to save you from all that I think we are definitely talking about the same Max. Know where I could find her?"

Logan hesitated; not having anyway of being sure this was really Jondy. "Not exactly, but you could come back to my place. I'll make some bruschetta; she'll show up. It's uncanny."

"No, I have some cleaning up to do." Jondy hands Logan a small intricate silver cross. "Give her this. She'll know where to find me." Then she turns around and goes back into the warehouse. Logan and Bling drive off as sirens can be heard in the distance.

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To be continued…..