Weeks had passed and they had managed to stay clear of both sector and border police, everything was going smoothly.
Faith had even gotten a job at Jam Pony.
Max and her friendship had evolved and was going nowhere, but forward.
They were past the awkward stage and were now somewhere in between the best friends stage and what ever came after.

"Hey Max I'm going to take a shower."
Max was i bed.
She never slept, but something was telling her that she might need it. She closed her eyes, just for a moment.
When she opened them again, Faith was on top of her. "Shh." She covered her mouth with her finger. "They're here."

She grabbed Max hand and headed for the fire escape. Max didn't dare to ask who 'they' were. "Go, hurry. I have to get my stuff." Max shook her head, but had no other choice than to jet. "I'll wait for you at Logan's."
She jumped down the fire escape, while Faith ran back to the bedroom to gather her stuff together.

"Freeze! Put your hands up, now!" Faith did what she'd been told and turned around. "Do I know you?" They weren't border police, nor were they sector police and they remained silent. It finally struck her.

"Manticore, right?" A guy stepped forward and cuffed her and threw her backwards on the floored mattress. "Dude, chill!"
When Faith was calm enough a fourth guy came into the room.

"I've been informed that you know where one of my kids are." Faith looked confused. "I don't now where Max is okay?" Lydecker scoffed. "Names don't mean a god damn thing. X5-452, where is she?" Faith looked away. "Already told you. I donät know where you're fucking transgenic killing machine is. Now let me the fuck out of these cuffs."

Lydecker ordered his men to leave. "I don't know who you are, but I know that you know her. Give me her location and you're free to walk out of here." She simply shook her head. "I can't."
He took out his gun, looked at it and undid the safety. She froze. "Your little friend isn't going to help you out of this one. X5-452 is not coming to your rescue." He pointed the gun at her forehead, Faith she a tear. "Do you feel like talking, or do you feel like dying?" Faith spit at his feet.

"Fair enough."
One shot
Two shots.
Three and four.
He threw the gun across the floor and walked up to Faith. He closed her bloodstained eyes.