"Doctor Grey," the skinny man called, running after her.

She stopped and turned, smiling at him. "Maxim, what can I do for you?"

"We got a match," he said between pants, bent down, hand on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "I'm sorry it took so long, but it wasn't easy putting the image fragments together into a face, and we had to juggle other assignments."

"That's alright, I wasn't expecting immediate results," she replied, he must have run all the way from his office to be this out of breath. "I know you worked on this as fast as you and your team were able to." The artist looked up at her and beamed. Jean knew that Maxim was sweet on her, but she did her best to keep some distance, even before Scott. He was a nice guy, but his idea of spending a good time with her really didn't match hers.

She took the file that he handed her and looked through it. On one side was the drawing they had done on the other was the cover of the Times, with the picture of an Asian woman in a business suit. The blurb next to the photograph named her Mariko Yashida

"How confident are you that this is the right woman?"

"Everyone worked independently with the images you gave us and we all came up with an image that was very similar. For each image the computer gives us her as the best match, between ninety to ninety-three percent probability."

"Thank you Maxim and thank your team for me."

"You're welcome, and it was our pleasure."

Jean smiled and walked away before he could ask her out for coffee again. She read the file Maxim's team had compiled as she walked. Mariko was the head of Yashida Industries, one of the larger corporations out of Japan specializing in cutting edge medical research, but also having a hand in almost every other field.

Instead of heading back to her office as she'd intended she went to the Commander's. His secretary was away so she knocked on his door. A few moments later he told her to come in.

She gave him the time to familiarize himself with the file before talking. "I'd like to go to Seattle to interview her."

The commander looked at her, "Usual protocol would be to have someone from the local office doing the interview."

"I know, but Logan is my patient, something might occur to me while I'm talking with her. And I couldn't get a feel for her body language over the phone."

"Or get a telepathic impression?" the commander suggested.

"Please sir," Jean replied offended, "I wouldn't read someone's mind against their will."

"I know, I just meant that you can catch an errant thought as you talk to her." He looked through the file quickly, "Since she's leaving Seattle on Friday I'll arrange for you to fly there in the morning. I'll also contact the Seattle office so they know you're coming."

"Is that necessary?"

"It'll avoid inter departmental problems."

"I was thinking of going there simply as a doctor rather than as an AMA agent."

"I can't prevent you from doing that, but you won't be able to get any backup if something goes wrong."

"I know sir, but this isn't an operation, I'm only going there to ask questions of someone who might have information on my patient."

"Very well, if that's how you prefer handling it, I'll have you fly there on passenger plane."

"Thank you sir," Jean stood and headed to the door, "Can Scott accompany me?"

The commander had to fight to stop himself from smiling. "This isn't an agency operation anymore; you can bring who ever you want," he looked down at the file, "but he's paying his own way."

* * * * *

Jean and Scott were sitting in a large lobby of a very large and tall building waiting for the head of Yashida industries to be done with her meeting and find the time to see them. She spent the time reviewing Logan's file to ensure all the details were fresh in her mind. Scott looked around, studying the architecture.

A little more than an hour after their arrival a young man in a perfectly pressed suit came and escorted them to the top floor. He knocked on the door and a moment later opened it for them. They entered a large office, a very large office.

Jean looked around the vast empty space; she wouldn't be surprised if the plane they took to come here could have landed in this office. The floor and walls were immaculate white, except for the one behind the only items in the room. The wall behind the desk and chairs was a window looking over the city; she could easily make out the space needle.

The woman sitting at the desk stood and walked to them. "Doctor Grey, Mister Summers, I'm Mariko Yashida," she said as she shook there hands with barely the trace of an accent. "I must say that I'm surprise to be visited by the AMA. I don't have many dealings with mutants as far as I know." She guided them back to her desk.

"I'm here as a doctor, Miss Yashida," Jean said as she sat down. "I'm here because I hope you can help me with one of my patient." Mariko raised an eyebrow as she took the picture Jean handed to her. "He has no memories of who he is, but during one of our sessions we were able to coax the memory of a face from him, as you can see it's a rather accurate rendition."

Mariko nodded, "he drew this?"

"No, an artist did, based on the memory."

"Was there more to the memory?

"No, it was too fragmented."

"How did he lose his memory, some sort of trauma?"

Jean shook her head, "as far as I've been able to determine it was done on purpose. Someone destroyed his mind and tried to rebuild it, but they weren't successful."

"They weren't?" Mariko asked, showing the first indication of interest.

"I doubt who ever did this to him wanted to end up with someone who had nothing more than base instinct and desires."

Mariko nodded, "I agree, I don't see what use there would be for someone such as that. Do you have a picture of him?"

Jean took Logan's picture out of the file and handed it across the desk. "That would probably be how he'd looked even if it was years since you've seen him."

"How can you be certain of that?"

"He can heal anything, so it's probable that his appearance hasn't changed since his mutation kicked in."

"Shouldn't his mind have also healed?"

"Yes, that's primarily why I believe the mental damage was intentional."

Mariko had studied the image while they talked. "I wish I could help, but I've never seen this man before."

"Why do you think he remembers your face then?" Scott asked.

"I have been in multiple financial periodical, mister Summers. He probably saw me on one of them, and if his mind is as broken as you seem to think he might have," She was interrupted by her phone ringing. "Yes?" she answered it, "very well, tell them I will be there in a moment." She put the phone down and stood. "I'm afraid we will have to end this here, I have some investors waiting for me." She escorted them out of her office and to the elevator. "I hope you are able to help out your patient Doctor Grey." She said as the door closed.

^She's lying,^ Scott projected to Jean once the doors closed, ^when she looked at the picture she recognized him. Did you pick up anything?^

^No, she was either wearing a dampener, or she has extensive training in dealing with telepath, she didn't have one stray thought escape her head.^

^In her position she almost wouldn't have a choice, if only as protection against corporate espionage.^

^True. But I agree, she lied to us; that phone call was too convenient. And she was typing something with her right hand while it was out of view under the desk just before the phone rang.^

^You think she called her own phone to get rid of us?^

^I wouldn't be surprised, which means it'll be worth digging in deeper.^ The door opened and they crossed the lobby. Outside an AMA agent was waiting for them.

"Agent Grey," the uniformed man greeted her, "I'm Agent Mortimer, I've been asked to request your help with a situation."