A/N:
Here the final installment of this short story for Marcus. I've listed the requests at the end of the fic, so you can see if I fulfilled most of them. If you only read the first update, there was a second one I posted with Chapters 3, 4, and 5. Unfortunately, they didn't show up as anything new and FFN. This update is chapters 6-9. First I had trouble with my last posting, then I was unable to login at all for the whole weekend.
Thanks for your persistence. Who knew it would be so hard to read..
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Cale Industries Private Airfield
Logan placed the folded bag under the older man's head and checked his pulse again.
"I think he'll be fine, but he's going to have a whopping headache in a few minutes…and he is going to be very pissed at me." Logan added. He righted his chair and pulled it behind him, waving off any help from Max.
"Well, how the hell was I supposed to know he was an informant?" Max glared at Logan as she stood a few feet away.
"This isn't the first time Eyes Only has met with an informant without your help, you know." Logan eyes were blazing now, but even as the words left his lips, he felt painfully aware of how the last meet with Matt had gone.
"I'm sorry, Logan." The events of two nights ago were still fresh in her mind too, but to bring it up now would be to rub salt in a wound that Logan still felt so acutely.
Logan pulled his knees up to his chest, balancing his legs against the chair. Shoving hard up with one hand on the floor and the other on the seat of the chair, he slid his hips back into the chair.
"Mr. Koonikorn was on his way to Thailand with this cargo. He knows the part of Bangkok where they're holding the girl and he going to try to get the girl back. Even if he's in any condition to keep going to Bangkok, I'm pretty sure he's not going to want to have anything to do with Eyes Only now"
Logan glared at Max. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
Max folded her arms across her chest and tossed her head, sulkily. "I didn't want to miss the fun," she said quietly, "I'd never been out of the country before."
"Max," Logan sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair and rested his head in his hands. His expression softened. "You really thought I was going to stow away on a flight to Thailand by myself to rescue a kidnapped girl?"
"Hey, you've done worse before." Max looked at the floor.
"Touché, Max" Logan sighed.
They felt the plane lurch again as it began to taxi down the runway.
"Max, you better run up to the cockpit and get them to turn the plane around. We're going to have to find some other way to get that girl back, without Mr Koonikorn."
"Why? Max grinned at Logan slyly, "He's stuck here on the plane with us already and we've got 14 hours to convince him to help us get her back."