"Ta da. Get up sleepy head. I wish I could let you sleep longer, but we got bad guys to catch. I've been waking you up every hour or so to pour a little water down your throat, but it didn't seem to interfere with your sleep too much."
"What time is it?" Logan squinted at Max through bleary eyes.
"It's noon. You've only been asleep for four hours and I really wish I could have let you sleep longer."
"Here, Logan, take these," Max continued, handing him his glasses.
Logan put his glasses on and looked again at Max. She was sitting in a beat-up sport wheelchair.
"Where did you get that?" he said eagerly, gesturing to the chair.
"I called your buddy Jack, and got him to let me borrow a spare team chair. I couldn't risk going back to the apartment yet. Give it a spin."
She hopped out of the chair and pushed it lightly towards Logan.
Logan sat up slowly, groaning.
"Bones getting old?" Max teased.
"No," Logan laughed, "bones resenting being thrown around and being beaten to a pulp."
"God, Max. Did I ever miss you," Logan grinned up at her as he pulled himself up into the chair.
"Although this runs a tight second." He gestured to the chair leaned back with a sigh. Giving the wheels an experimental push, Logan popped up onto the back wheels and gave a couple of spins
"I took the liberty of getting you a fresh change of clothes, not that the wet, mud-covered ones you were wearing weren't great."
"And… a little snack," Max continued, tossing Logan a brown paper sack.
He pulled out a slightly squished sandwich out and inspected it.
"American cheese?"
"Please!" Max wadded up her empty bag and winged it at the side of his head. "Thank god. For a few moments, I thought you might have been swapped out, but now I realize you must be the real Logan Cale that I know and love."
Two sandwiches, minus the American cheese, and two liters of water later, Logan leaned back, satisfied.
"That's it, Max," he said as he finished talking. That's the whole story up to now. At least that's the part I know." He opened up Max's mini laptop and began a security scan.
"Max, I don't know how we're going to get Eyes Only out of this. Once the autopsy results get out, Vann's boss, this Mr. Snow, is going to know he's been duped and he's going to come looking for Logan Cale. I'm telling you, they referred to me by name. The results are probably out already, for all we know."
"Well, I doubt that, Logan. Alec's over there right now, trying to stall the autopsy results until we make a plan."
Max hesitated. "At least, I think Alec's there. I really pissed him off. I said some things I shouldn't have."
Max traced a finger along the edge of the table.
Logan's hands paused over the keyboard. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands.
"Yeah, he has a way of bringing that out in people. But, you know Max, he's the one who taught Eva all those survival skills and I'm afraid I didn't make it an easier on him either."
"Shit, you know I was never good at apologizing."
"Yeah, I'm aware of that." Logan smiled.
The computer chimed as the the security software finished its scan. Neither of them said anything for a few minutes as Logan surveyed the Eyes Only surveillance sites, looking for any sign of a breach in security.
He breathed a sigh of relief, "So far the dams are holding. Everyone's sort of waiting for a signal from me, I guess. I mean a sign from Eyes Only, that is.
"Well, what's the plan? Even if we can suppress or change the autopsy results, this Snow character still knows who you are. And we don't know who he is. How can you even lean on a guy if you can't find him?"
Logan's fingers flew over the keyboard. He paused and stopped to stare at the wall, deep in thought.
"Gimme a second, Max. I think that if can delay those results, I can find a way to bring him out into the open."
"Really. All right, let's hear the brilliant plan"
"Okay. Here goes."