i(I hope you guys are enjoying this. I'm leaving this chapter short because the next one is going to be a bit longer!)/i
Logan was grateful that Alec had managed to get some information, but he worried that it wasn't enough. He spent hours searching records and police files and found nothing. Maybe he wasn't meant to find her. Logan shook his head and slammed his hands on his desk, the sound vibrating through the empty apartment. He had to find her, he loved her.
Three hours later he shook himself awake, keyboard key indents in his forehead. Alec had been long gone, off drinking like he usually did on a day that ended in Y. Unlike Alex Logan thought of himself as a different man. Someone who did the best they could with what they had to do some good in the world, while Alec wasted his gifts on sleeping with every woman in Seattle and sampling every sip of whiskey. It was funny that he found himself constantly pointing out how different Alec was from him, in fact he was a bit jealous of the fool by times too. This was necessary as they both found themselves fighting towards a common goal: Max.
"I'll bring you home Max," he whispered to his computer screen. It was only a matter of time before they found something new. His fingers began flying across the keys, searching for information on this alleged group of elite scientists.
Manticore had been taken down, and in its ashes built back up. Hell, he didn't know if Max was even a part of it but he prayed that she was there. It was only a matter of time before he found what he needed, he just needed to find the right database and-- "JACKPOT!," he jumped out of his chair, almost spilling his coffee. In front of him were the names of the Elite Seven, the scientists eligible to put a bid out for Manticores technology.
With a few more hours of digging and two cups of coffee later Logan had narrowed it down to a wealthy award winning scientist by the name of Dr. Jack Inglewood. He was the best candidate to be the highest bidder and his recent activities seemed the most suspicious. Logan printed out his specs along with his picture and handed it to Alec when he rushed in.
"It seems Mr. Inglewood has purchased a large piece of land in Sector Four. It's abandoned but rumored to have three old industrial buildings on the lot. Along with his renowned research on the distinction of genes through evolution, he is a major player in the government, holding a place in the Mayor's office of assholes." Logan gave Alec a hopeful look as he wrote down the coordinates of the property.
"So you think this guy is bad news? I mean he seems to fit the bill but how do we know he's got our girl?" Alec shrugged. He tried hard not to let Logan know that he was ready to kill anyone he needed to get to Max. He found himself getting more worked up as every second ticked by. Through their hatred for each other he found friendship, someone who understood him and how he worked.
"I've found utility bills for one of the buildings—someone's using it and judging by the way they're keeping it discrete I'm guessing they aren't planting daisies. Alec I know we've been wrong before but I've waited months to come up with something like this," he paused, pulling up a map on the computer, "this is the building the records are coming from. It's too far into the country to be able to get a satellite image so we're going to have to do it the old fashion way."
Alec grabbed a gun from Logan's cabinet and loaded it. "Good. I'll get some of the X5's together and we'll go investigate. I'll try to keep in touch as much as I can and I hope to god when I step back in this room I'll have your girl."
Logan sighed and watched him leave. "Me too"