s03e12_Scratch the surface

Seattle -  near Terminal City

In the dim light of the predawn, four men wearing bomber jackets emblazoned with Portland Freedom Fighters stalked the alleys near Terminal City. They had the carriage of high school football stars: clean-cut, athletic, confident. They were young enough that their glory days were not far behind them, so they roamed the alleys looking like they owned the world. 

Man, we gotta get rid of these transgenics, one of the Freedom Fighters said as he turned to his companions. Theyre a threat to everything this country stands for.

Great idea coming up here to help the cause, Joe, one of the others piped up.  

I heard they only come out at night cause theyre too ashamed to show their faces in the light of day.

No surprise to me, Mike, given the faces some of them have to live with. Were doing them a favor, ending their miserable lives, the fourth Freedom Fighter added.

Just keep your eyes open, all three of you, Joe said sharply. Its almost dawn. Theyll be heading back toward Terminal City now.

They turned a corner and saw a lone figure walking briskly down the alley. He had a baseball cap pulled down low over his forehead and the collar of his jacket turned up against the cold. The Freedom Fighters nudged each other and ran down the alley, pulling chains and lead pipes out of their jackets. They quickly surrounded the man, who stopped in his tracks, eyeing them warily.

Morning. Joe looked at the man suspiciously. Where you headed? he demanded, shoving his face into the mans.

Work... the man replied, nodding down the alley. I start at six. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for a means of escape.

Not heading to Terminal City, are you? Maybe youre one of those transgenics, Joe accused with unmistakable menace. 

N-n-n-no, the man stammered tremulously.

You sure? Joe grabbed his targets arm and twisted it behind his back.

Im not a transgenic, man! the man shouted in pain and terror.

Check for a barcode, Mike offered.

Joe shoved the mans head forward and yanked down the collar of his jacket. Mike peered at the mans neck.

No barcode, he said, his voice beginning to reveal some doubt.

Doesnt prove a thing, Joe snarled, yanking the mans head up by the hair. They can laser them off anytime. I say hes a transgenic, he insisted, shoving the man into the center of their group. The Freedom Fighters closed in once again, their eyes aflame with hatred.

Just as Joe was about to land the first blow, a figure dropped onto the dumpster beside them with a loud clang. Their prey momentarily forgotten, the four Freedom Fighters turned toward the dumpster to discover a young woman with long, dark hair staring down at them.

Hes no transgenic, she nodded at their intended victim, but I am. She slowly turned her back to them and swept her long hair away, revealing a barcode at the nape of her neck. 

Hey, youre that gir... Mike shouted in astonishment, but was cut off as Max jumped from the dumpster into the center of the circle.

Go, she said to the man, who just stood there, staring at her in stunned silence.

Go! she repeated more emphatically. The man began to back away slowly, his eyes darting from his accusers to the woman. He backpedaled more rapidly, fear and momentum driving his legs out of control and sending him sprawling onto the pavement. He hurriedly scrambled to his feet and ran for his life down the alley.

Before the man had even turned the corner, Max attacked Joe with blinding speed. She wrenched the pipe out of his hand and shoved him into Mike, sending them both sprawling. Then, without skipping a beat, she launched herself into the air with a scissor kick that landed squarely in the faces of the other two Freedom Fighters. They both hit the ground, their noses bloody and broken.

Portland Freedom Fighters, Max spat out with disgust. Youd better head back where you came from, because if I catch wind of you ever being in Seattle again, youll be nursing a lot more than a couple of broken noses.

End of Prologue

Terminal City
Max turned and blurred down the alley. A couple of minutes later, she appeared inside the gates of Terminal City. She walked the perimeter of the grounds, exchanging all clear signals with the sentries on the rooftops. In the gray morning light, their faces were undefined, blurring the line between transgenic and transhuman. But one thing was unmistakable about all of them: their posture was listless and their eyes were dull, lifeless.

Its been 212 days since we raised Joshuas flag, and things are going from bad to worse. I dont blame Zeri and her crew for wanting to get out. All they want is a life. This siege is killing them. Its killing all of us. The guys on the roof this morning are half-dead with the monotony. Seattle has become the Mecca of every freak-hater and vigilante in this country. Its only a matter of time before some innocent fool, like that guy this morning, gets killed and the whole situation spirals out of control. All I know is we need to end this now. Easier said than done, though. I doubt the governor is prepared to drop the charges against us. Someone has to pay to prove that no one can go against the government and win. Maybe if I offer myself to Clemente, hell work something out for the others.

Max walked into the Command Center to see the usual crew congregated around the television, listening to the latest news update on the siege.

As dawn breaks on this, the 214th day of the standoff, the situation remains unchanged in Terminal City. The transgenics appear to be unwilling to test the strength of the National Guard and the Seattle PD. In turn, the authorities appear to be content to allow the transgenics to remain in Terminal City. The citizens of Seattle and the whole nation know that the situation cannot be allowed to remain unresolved indefinitely. Does our government have the fortitude to act to bring an end to the siege? That question remains unanswered.

Nothing new there, the transgenics mumbled, drifting away from the set as the announcer droned on.

In other breaking news, a verdict in favor of the plaintiff was brought down today in the landmark police-brutality case of Johnson vs. The Tacoma Police Department. This is the first case in ten years in which a police department was found to have used excessive force. We have counselor Marianne Stuart of Blakeney, Stuart and Robinson, attorney for the plaintiff, to comment on the verdict.

A woman in her late twenties appeared before the camera. Her light brown hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck, and she was dressed in a conservative business suit. 

Hang on a sec, Max said to Dix as he reached out to turn off the set. She cocked her head to the side, watching the interview with intense concentration.

I am very gratified at the results of this case, Counselor Stuart said to the camera. It concerns me, though, that the justice system in this country can no longer be relied upon to protect the rights of its most vulnerable citizens. 

You know her? Dix asked with curiosity.

Just some dilettante doing her good deed for the year, Max shrugged and turned off the set. 

 

Governors Office, Olympia, Washington
Governor Jane Savidge sat behind the broad expanse of her desk. Her face was a study in ambivalence, her features intense from years of fighting political battles. She smoothed back a stray strand of hair, then picked up the phone. Alice, show him in, she said.

Commander Clemente, how may I help you? Governor Savidge walked around the desk and held out her hand. You have been doing a great job of keeping the transgenic problem from getting out of hand down there in Seattle, she said with a false bonhomie.

Clemente shook the governors hand warily. Thank you, Governor. Its the transgenic situation Ive come to talk to you about.

Oh, in what way? Governor Savidge arched an eyebrow, walked back around the desk and sat down. She indicated to Clemente to take a seat.

Clemente remained standing and said, We need to end the siege. The people of Seattle are getting tired of seeing their resources used up on something this futile. Its bankrupting the city, but thats not the main reason. I...

Savidge interrupted, That is totally out of the question, Commander Clemente. These transgenics have committed crimes! They shot at the police; they held hostages, for Gods sake! They could have killed those people at any time. One of them did kill a young girl in the sewers, and you are asking me to authorize an end to the siege? She stood up, glaring at Clemente.

Governor! If you will let me speak, I can make my case, Clemente replied.

Fine, make your case, replied Savidge, clearly irritated.

Thank you, Governor, Clemente replied dryly. "The transgenics have not committed any major crime. The charge of shooting at officers will be dropped. They were acting in self-defense. The NSA fired the first shots. I have a sworn affidavit from one Otto Gottlieb stating that his then-boss, Ames White, ordered the shooting of the transgenics. At the mention of White, the governors eyes showed a flash of recognition.

For some unknown reason, White bore a personal hatred for transgenic X5-452, known as Max. He wanted her dead and didnt care who died in the crossfire. Clemente stared at Savidge, his face a study in intensity.

Ive had dealings with Max. Shes been trustworthy and helpful in diffusing any situation that has come up. I respect her and what shes done. 

This whole situation was started by road rage and compounded by some overzealous sector cops. If you want proof, I will get you more proof. But I will tell you that if you allow this to continue, blood will be shed and it wont be the transgenics that spill it. I do not want that to happen.

Governor Savidge looked up at Clemente. Well, you certainly are passionate about this, Commander. Do you have any understanding of the situation on a larger scale? Savidge replied sarcastically. You think I have perfect control over this state? I may command the military now, but the National Government can supercede us anytime. The Feds went into Oklahoma City. That state is now under federal control. There are rumors going around that California is thinking about seceding. The Feds will be there next. That is not going to happen in Washington. Do you understand me? I want Washington to stay out of federal hands. I am not ending the siege until I see some arrests. Period.

But maam... Clemente sputtered.

I think this meeting is done, Savidge replied.

She pushed the intercom button. Alice, will you escort the Commander out? What is my next meeting? She dismissed Clemente with a wave of her hand.

Clemente turned on his heel and walked brusquely from the room, his fury barely contained.

Savidge looked at the retreating form of Clemente. She picked up a photograph of her daughter and sighed. 

 

Logans Quarters, Terminal City
Logan paced, lost in thought. He turned to go into the panic room when the pain hit him. Crumpling to his knees, he frantically tried to turn off the exoskeleton as the spasms in his back hit him hard. He managed to get the exo turned off and fell completely to the ground, groaning as the spasms came in waves. 

He looked back at the door in fear, but hearing no one, he sat for a moment, then tentatively turned the exo on and braced himself for another spasm. When it didnt come, he sighed deeply and got up. He grabbed the bottle of pain pills that he kept with him, swallowed a couple and walked painfully into the panic room.

Logan sat down at his computer, grabbed a pencil and began tapping impatiently. A face appeared on the screen. Logan, what can I help you with? Sebastians synthesized voice came over the speakers.

Hey, Sebastian, I was...ah...wondering if you had found anything for me yet? Logan asked.

I am sorry, Logan. It looks like your best option is in New Mexico. There are two other places doing this work: one in Berlin, the other in Tokyo. 

Logan put his hand on his head. Okay, thanks for checking into it. His disappointment was palpable.

Logan, I will continue looking. There has to be a treatment closer.

Yeah, sure. Thanks, Sebastian... Logan reached out to break the connection.

One more thing  Ive heard a rumor that theres been stemcell-enriched blood showing up in the blood banks. There have been a couple of miraculous recoveries similar to yours. No indication of the source, though.

Interesting...Ill check into it, Logan replied, furrowing his brow.

Ill keep you posted, Sebastians mechanical voice responded. And, Logan...

Yeah?

Take care of yourself. 

Logan picked up his cell phone and dialed Beverly Shankars number. He began pacing again, impatient at how long it took her to answer the phone. Bev, hey, its Logan...no, Im fine...I need to ask you a question. Have you had any cases of people with weird symptoms...like amazing cures...like mine? Have there been any problems with blood or blood transfusions? 

No, I havent heard anything, Logan. Is something happening? asked Beverly.

Just a rumor so far, but I thought Id better check into it. Will you check the hospital records for similar cases and look into the blood bank records to see where the blood is coming from? 

Of course, Logan, anything to help, she said quickly, then continued hesitantly, Logan...is this personal or for Eyes Only?

Logan stopped pacing, took the phone from his ear and looked at it as if it were going to bite him. He put the phone back to his ear and replied coolly, This is for Eyes Only. Ill get back with you later. He abruptly cut the connection. 

Sitting down at his computer, he grimaced with pain again. Then, in a cold fury, he kicked the trashcan across the room.

 

Command Trailer, Outside the Gates of Terminal City
Clemente stormed into the Command Trailer, slamming the door behind him and causing the precariously balanced files on the desk beside the door to tumble to the floor.

Commander? Matt Sung looked up from his paperwork in surprise.

Clemente walked past Sung, completely ignoring him. He paused for a moment at the door of the tiny cubicle that masqueraded as his office. Of all the intractable... he said softly to himself, then opened the door and walked in, slamming it behind him and sending another flurry of documents to the floor. A minute later he opened the door and turned to Matt Sung.

I dont care what you have to do, I want Max on the phone in five minutes, he commanded.

Regarding? Matt Sung asked.

Just do it, Detective! Clemente shouted, before sighing with resignation. Five minutes, he added quietly, then disappeared into his office.

 

Command Center, Terminal City
We need to establish external patrols. Max paced back and forth in the Command Center, then turned to address Luke, Mole and Logan, who were seated at the command console. If this trend continues, innocent people are going to get hurt.

So let them, Mole drawled, chomping on his ever-present stogie.

Not on my watch, Max challenged. Im not letting anyone get killed because of mistaken identity.

Mistaken identity, my ass, Mole scoffed. The chimps cant tell the difference between one of their own and one of us. Whats it to us if those idiot ordinaries want to kill each other? One less ordinary will make my world a better place.

Thats just great, Mole... Logan eyed him angrily. 

Suddenly Luke, who had been monitoring communications, rolled over to Max and handed her a headset, mouthing one word. Clemente.

Max gave Logan a worried look as she slipped on the headset, turning her back to the others.

Commander, youd better be calling to tell me youve worked something out with the governor, because youre not gonna like what some of your concerned citizens have been up to... Max began, but suddenly fell silent. She listened intensely for a few minutes, then voiced a soft Im sorry, too. She ripped off the headset and stormed out of the Command Center without looking at the others.

What was that about? Logan followed her out of the Command Center. He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward him.

The governor wants arrests. Thats the only way the siege will end, Max said quietly, suddenly completely deflated. She brushed Logans arm aside and continued down the corridor.

Logan took a step to follow her, then suddenly stopped, his whole body tensing up. 

He placed a hand against the wall for support and reached the other around to massage his back.

Not now, not now, he mouthed silently to himself, closing his eyes. A moment later his body visibly relaxed, the spasm passing as quickly as it had appeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly headed down the hallway after Max.

Well explore other options, Max, Logan said, catching up to her. Whatever it takes.

Well, Im just not seeing a lot of options right now, Max replied in frustration. Whats Eyes Onlys brilliant plan?

Give me a couple of hours. Let me see what I come up with. Logan met her gaze. 

I am curious about one thing, Max asked. Where did Bennett meet his wife?

Logan looked up, startled. Some charity fundraiser, I think. His eyes searched Maxs questioningly.

What does she do for a living?

Accountant? Lawyer? Logan shrugged.

Dont you make it your business to know? Max challenged him.

 It didnt come up.

What if I told you shes the Stuart in the legal firm Blakeney, Stuart and Robinson? Would that ring a bell? Max asked, irritated.

Where are you going with this, Max? Logan asked, mirroring her irritation as a grimace of pain momentarily flashed across his face. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

What if I also told you she does some civil-rights work on the side?

So? Logan asked impatiently, his eyes darting down the hallway. 

She just won a landmark case. It was all over the news.

Ah... Logan nodded in understanding.

I think you should go talk to your cousin, Max said sharply.

Youre not my CO, Max. Dont give me orders.

Max glared at Logan. She opened her mouth to reply, then paused to look at him more closely. You look tired. You okay?

Im fine.

You should get some sleep. You look like hell, Max said, concern replacing the irritation in her voice.

Sure thing, Mom.

Think you can give Bennett a call? Max asked again.

Max...you know I cant just... Logan began to protest.

Whatever it takes, Logan, Max softly challenged.

Yeah, Logan sighed. Ive got your back.

Sometimes Im not too sure about that. Max stared at Logan sadly. I thought youd be coming to me with this information. You have a civil-rights lawyer in your family and you dont even bother to know it. Im not sure where your heads at lately.

Ive had a lot on my mind, Logan answered, his eyes darting down the hallway again.

Do you need to be somewhere? Max asked.

Ive got something to take care of, Logan answered, distracted.

Look, you dont have to do this. Maybe youve had enough of me and my transgenic drama.

You know Im with you on this, Max, Logan said, instantly serious. Why would you say that?

Max shrugged. Since you got set up in that room of yours, it seems like youd rather spend your time doing your own thing.

Logan reached out a hand and caressed Maxs cheek. Id rather spend time with you.

Max closed her eyes, her face softening at Logans touch. She smiled softly.

How about we... She opened her eyes, only to see the harried look return to Logans face. 

Im sorry. Ive got to go do this thing, Logan said, pulling his hand away. He turned and walked away, striding rapidly down the corridor. 

Max stared after him, her face a mask of disappointment and confusion.

 

Infirmary, Terminal City
Logan made his way toward the infirmary, occasionally looking around to see if anyone was watching. His gait seemed normal except for the whining of the exoskeleton. No one noticed the slight sheen of sweat on his face. Fortunately, the residents of Terminal City were preoccupied with their own thoughts and they mostly ignored him. As he turned the corner to the building that held the infirmary, he looked around one more time. Satisfied he hadnt been followed, he walked to the infirmary door and went in after a moments hesitation. 

Hey, Aveta, Logan said tiredly.

Logan, you look like hell. Here, let me help you. Aveta gently guided Logan to a treatment room. Logan turned off the exo and gratefully collapsed onto the examination table. 

Ill give you a minute to get that thing off, Aveta said, heading back out the door.

Logan nodded. He undressed, took off the exo and sat painfully down on the table.

Is it the pain or the returning paralysis? Aveta asked quietly as she walked back in the room.

Logan looked up at Aveta, surprised. How did you know?

Logan, Ive been aware of the paralysis returning for a long time. I know things...I was bred to know things, and trained since birth to recognize the slightest change in an individual. How could I not know? Aveta replied softly. 

Beverly Shankar gave me Sam Carrs phone number and I have spoken to him several times about medical issues here. He knew you would eventually need my help and clued me in to what I was in for with you as a patient. You are even more stubborn than he said. I expected you to come to me several weeks ago. Aveta smiled slightly. 

Sam had no right! It wasnt his information to share. Logan struggled to stand.

Listen to me. Sam gave me the information because he was worried about you! He knew you wouldnt be able to get to him regularly, so when I offered to surrogate for him, he agreed. So just sit there and dont get pissy on me. Okay? Aveta pushed Logan back down on the table. Now tell me what is happening.

Logan glared at Aveta for a moment, then began to talk. Lately, every time I turn on the exoskeleton I get intense spasms and burning pain in my legs. Logan looked away from Aveta. 

Logan, Aveta said gently. The spasms are because you are using the exoskeleton.

Why? began Logan.

Let me explain. As your spinal nerves are disintegrating, the nerve impulses are becoming erratic. The exoskeleton is picking up the erratic signals from your spinal cord. That is why you are having increased muscle spasms and pain. Why are you doing this, Logan? 

Without it Id be pretty ineffectual. Terminal City isnt exactly the most accessible environment. Can you help me or am I wasting my time? he retorted in frustration.

Ill help you, Aveta looked at him intensely.

You wont tell Max. This is between you and me, no one else, Logan said with determination.

I wont, Aveta said simply. Take off your shirt and roll over onto your stomach. What Im going to do is some acupuncture to reduce your pain.

Doesnt acupuncture require needles? Logan said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

It wont hurt, Logan, trust me. Aveta quickly and efficiently placed the acupuncture needles, then began moving her hands gently across Logans back. He visibly began to relax under her touch. In about five minutes he was asleep. Aveta smiled. She removed the needles, covered him with a blanket and left the room.

Aveta walked back into the infirmary to find Max sitting on a gurney.

Max, how may I help you? Is there something wrong? Aveta asked cautiously.

No, nothing with me. Listen, I just saw Logan come in here. Whats he doing still in there? Max nodded toward the treatment room. He sick or something?

Thats practitioner-patient privilege, Aveta replied, blocking Maxs probe.

You werent too concerned about practitioner-patient privilege when he nearly died. So wassup now? Max countered.

You were directly involved in his illness then. I needed to know and so did you. Aveta sat at her desk and folded her arms in front of her.

Look, lets stop playing games here, Max replied intensely. She walked over, put her hands on Avetas desk and stared down at the other woman. I want to know what Logan came here for.

Aveta pushed herself back from the desk and stood up, facing Max. Commander, I dont intimidate easily. I do what is best for my patient, regardless of what anyone else thinks or does. If you really want to know what is wrong with Logan, look at him. Hes exhausted. Hes been in Terminal City for over six months and its catching up to him. He was so tired when he came here that he fell asleep on my examination table. And you are not going to wake him up... Aveta eyed Max threateningly.

I wont...I never...thought, Max said.

Correct, Commander. You didnt think. You have to remember Logan is a human. He may have had some transgenic blood transfusions, but he is totally human. He has been trying to keep up with all the transgenics here. He gets very little sleep. Hes been working day and night trying to get the siege lifted...Hes tired, Max...dog-tired. He never gives himself a break.

He came to me to see if I could give him something to help him keep going. Hes trying to keep up because of you, Commander, and he cant. Hes not made that way.

Im sorry...weve all been so busy. I havent paid enough attention. Max sat in a chair, her shoulders slumped.

Max...Logan didnt want you to know...He wants to help end the siege and then sleep for about three days...Dont push him...Hes pretty strung out right now. Aveta looked at Max, her eyes hiding the pain of the lie she was helping to preserve.

Max looked up at Aveta. Okay, I wont push him, but Ill see that he gets some rest. Sorry about the intimidation thing, she smiled.

No problem, Max. Ive been intimidated by the best. You dont hold a candle to them.

Wow, must have been some hard-asses. Who were they? Max asked curiously. 

Doctors, Aveta said and winked at Max.

Max grinned and left the infirmary.

Aveta sat heavily in her chair and held her head in her hands. An hour later she walked back into the treatment room.

Logan, wake up, Aveta said, gently touching his shoulder.

He awakened with a start, looked around confusedly, then remembered where he was. He turned over and sat up. Thanks, Aveta, that helped...a lot. 

One more thing, Logan. Sam Carr sent this over to me to use on you when the pain became bad. I think you need it.

What is it? he asked, slightly suspicious.

Its a Fentanyl patch. Its about 100 times stronger than morphine. It delivers a very small dose of medication constantly for three days. Im going to put one on your shoulder right now. In three days, you come back to me and Ill change it for you.

Why cant I just take them with me? Logan asked, knowing the answer.

Because this way I get to see you at least every three days, whether you want to come or not. If you dont come back to see me, Ill send out Dix or Luke after you, got it?

I got it...Ill be baaaack, he said ruefully. 

One last thing, Logan...try to stay out of the exoskeleton as much as possible.

Logan frowned. Ill think about it. He put the exo back on, bracing himself for pain that didnt come. Then he dressed and walked out the door, heading back to his room. He never saw Max, who was waiting around the other corner. 

 

Jam Pony X-Press, Seattle
Sketchy rolled into Jam Pony, grinning from ear to ear. Hey, people, check it out! You are looking at a paid writer for The New World Weekly. He held out the paper with his byline, Interview With a Transgenic. Sky, Original Cindy and Pam came crowding around Sketchy. 

Let me see that. Original Cindy grabbed the paper out of Sketchys hand. Sugah, you are in some deep doo-doo when Max sees this. She is going to put a smackdown on your ass.

It wasnt Max, for your information, replied Sketchy smugly. It was another transgenic.

It wasnt pretty boy, was it? Original Cindy guessed.

No, it wasnt Alec. I have more integrity than to use my friends for mere profit. 

Since when? snorted Sky.

Anyway, who is this transgenic you interviewed? Spill or Ill put a smackdown on your sorry ass myself. Original Cindy crossed her arms, shifted her weight onto one leg and looked hard at Sketchy.

Sketchy began to squirm under Cindys gaze. Well, It wasnt exactly a single person...it was more like a group. And I did talk to Tony; I got a lot from Tony.

You were eavesdropping! This aint no interview, its a peep show for your ears. Sugah, that is low. Tony is eight years old. Like hes got a lot of information about the world for you. Cindy rolled her eyes in amazement. I thought you were supposed to be doing investigative journalism. 

I am, but I really needed new tires for my bike. You have to have wheels to investigate. I am merely providing a means for my further forays into journalism, Sketchy intoned.

Whatevah, Original Cindy replied.

Hey, I heard about some new juice out on the street. Heard its supposed to rev you up big time. Going to check it out tonight. Probably bogus, but could make some good copy. 

Whatever you gotta do, Wigga. Youre buying tonight at Crash, got that?

Ah, excuse me, is this the 9 A.M. breakfast break or the mid-morning coffee klatch? There are so many of them, they all run together. If you havent noticed, packages need to be delivered. Bip bip, move. Normal began tossing packages to his riders and shooing them out of the building.

 

Cale Industries Head Office, Seattle
The vast expanse of the Cale Industries Executive Suite stood barren, except for a utilitarian desk and a few chairs placed in one corner of the room. The rich mahogany walls were the only sign of the companys former wealth. Bennett Cale sat at the desk, his head buried in a file. 

Nancy, can you get me the Microcorp contracts? he asked, not bothering to look up when his office door opened quietly.

Hello, Bennett. 

He looked up in surprise when Logans voice greeted him. 

Logan. 

Howve you been? Logan asked tentatively.

Trying to keep our heads above water. I managed to convince the Feds to let me run the company. Took months to get it back, though. In the meantime, we lost half our clients and staff.

Im sorry, Logan said softly.

Life in post-Pulse America. The Cales arent immune, Bennett replied matter-of-factly. How about you?

I... Logan began, only to be cut off.

Let me guess. Youre doing great. A note of cynicism entered Bennetts voice. I didnt hear from you for months. Then I had to find out from your neighbor that your place had been shot up. I thought you were dead, only to see you on TV, shooting it out with the cops like some kind of superhero. Didnt you trust me enough to make a phone call and let me know you were alive?

Logan winced. The circumstances werent conducive...

Well, youre here now, Bennett said. So whats with the superhero tricks?

I picked up a government-surplus exoskeleton a while back, Logan said. It helps me get around.

Id say it does a lot more than that! Bennett added with an admiring laugh.

Its not everything its cracked up to be, Logan said quietly, wincing again. Mind if I sit down?

What does that mean? Bennett asked, waving him to a chair.

Everything has its price, Logan said, looking away.

I still dont understand why you couldnt afford the price of a phone call to let your family know you were okay.

Im sorry. I thought it would be better if you didnt know anything. I was just trying to protect...

Who? Yourself? Bennett challenged. He looked at Logan sadly. Were all adults, Logan. We dont need that kind of protection.

Logan just looked at him.

So why are you here? Bennett asked.

I need your help, Logan said softly. 

Are you sure you trust me? Bennett stared at Logan.

Yes, Logan answered, meeting his gaze.

What can I do?

Weve been trying to negotiate an end to the standoff at Terminal City. Perhaps Marianne could help us develop a civil-rights approach and come up with some legal arguments.

Okay. Ill talk to Marianne. Well get back to you. Bennett picked up a file from his desk. If you dont mind, Ive got a lot of work to do...

Logan nodded and walked to the door. 

Logan. Bennetts voice caused him to look back.

Im glad you came by. Bennett smiled softly.

I am, too. Logan returned the smile and walked out the door.

 End Act I

Atrium Courtyard, Terminal City

Max stood on the roof of the Command Center, watching as Logan paced back and forth in the atrium courtyard with his cell phone to his ear. 

Ill get back to you, he said with a concerned frown, then walked over to one of the benches and sat down.

Max scaled down a drainpipe and walked up behind Logan.

Couldnt be two world is coming to an end phone calls in one day, Max called out, causing Logan to jump.

That was Bennett, Logan said pensively. Marianne thinks she can develop a strong case for us...

And? Max prompted.

Bennett asked me to come by the house tonight, Logan said with obvious discomfort. Margo wants to see me.

So do it, Max said with a shrug.

I dont exactly fit in there, Logan argued, standing up awkwardly.

Why? Dont you have anything appropriate to wear? Max grinned mischievously. Because I know this store downtown...

Logan gave her a small smile. You know my family, Max, he sighed with exasperation.

Max looked at him sadly. Logan, if I had an opportunity to spend time with my family, I would take it.

Yeah, Logan answered, pacing uncomfortably. He stopped and placed his hands on the small of his back, stretching awkwardly.

You okay? Max asked, instantly concerned.

Tired, Logan admitted. Look, Max. They want you to come too.

What? Max asked, startled. Is it invite your local freak night? Maybe have a little transgenic show-and-tell?

As in, This is my girlfriend, Max, the genetically-enhanced killing machine'? Logan grinned.

Wouldnt it be better if I just met with Marianne in some office? Max answered, still reluctant.

Id like you to come with me, Max, Logan said softly, meeting her eyes.

Whatever, Max shrugged.

Whatever it takes. Right, Max? Logan prodded, a smile on his face.

Yeah, whatever it takes, Max answered, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Ill be there.

Thanks, Logan said sincerely, then turned away. Id better go get myself together.

Max climbed back up the drainpipe to the roof, then stood there watching Logan walk away.

 

Command Center, Terminal City
Hey, Luke, check this out! shouted Dix.

What is it? Someone trying to break in? asked Luke as he hurried over to the monitors. What he saw astonished him. The National Guard seemed to be packing up and moving. What the hell? Better notify Max.

 

Command Trailer Outside Terminal City
Detective Sung was looking at the monitors. He stopped with his coffee cup raised halfway to his mouth. Commander Clemente, you need to see this, sir! Now!

What is it, Sung? This had better be good. Clemente looked at the monitors in amazement. What the hell? Get me a phone! Now! he said to his startled aides.

 

Outside the Gates of Terminal City
Lieutenant Jefferson Carter was directing the packing of his command. I want things to be ready to move within the hour.

Sir, are we being re-deployed? What is going on? a confused private asked. 

Private, weve received orders to break camp and move out. You know as much as I do. Now move out. The Lieutenant waved his arm above his head, signaling the continuing dismantling of the National Guards barricades.

 
Rooftop, Terminal City
Max stood on the rooftop of the Command Center, watching incredulously as the National Guard systematically dismantled the barriers and began packing up. Joshuas flag whipped in the wind, heralding the events outside the gates.

Dalton ran up to Max. He was out of breath. Is it true, Max? Are they leaving? Thats what everyone is saying. The news is all over TC like wildfire.

Max shrugged, a confused look on her face. I dont know, but Im gonna find out. Lets go. Max turned and hurried toward the Command Center.

She and Dalton got to Command in time to see the Governor start her announcement. All eyes were glued to the screen.

Good afternoon, citizens of Washington State.   For many years, the United States Army has been conducting experiments to create a genetically-engineered perfect soldier. When news of these covert experiments escaped, the Army decided to destroy all evidence of their existence. Some of the subjects survived and made their way to Seattle. Seattle became a Mecca of sorts for the transgenics. They congregated and lived quietly, by most accounts. 

The situation became volatile this spring when the murder of a girl, Annie Fisher, was blamed on a dog-like transgenic. Since then, the city of Seattle has been under an unprecedented siege. Recent evidence has shown that the girl was murdered by a human. 

Since I have received this evidence, I have thought long and hard about the situation. In honor of Veterans Day tomorrow and in a humanitarian gesture, I am ordering a pardon for all transgenics residing in Terminal City. 

Thank you and good day.

 
Governors Office, Olympia, Washington
Governor Savidge left the podium to the noise of clicking cameras and shouted questions.

She went back to her office and sat down heavily in her chair, sighing deeply. The phone rang and she answered, Yes. 

The Committee would like to thank you for all your help, Governor. You have been very useful, said the voice on the phone.

My daughter? said Savidge.

Is enjoying her junior year at UCLA. She was never aware of our interest. We keep our word, Governor. You will be hearing from us again. The phone clicked in Savidges ear. She leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling, tears pooling in her eyes. 

 

Command Center, Terminal City
Max looked around, stunned after the press conference ended. She saw Logan standing in the back of the murmuring crowd and walked to him.

What do you think?

Not sure, but I dont trust it. Ill get on the horn to Matt and see what I can scare up. Logan left quickly, heading back to his room. 

Maxs eyes followed his retreating back, then she turned to the crowd that had gathered.

I want double shifts on patrol, starting now. With the barricades down, every freak-hater, freak-lover and curious tourist is gonna want in here. No unauthorized entrance into Terminal City. You got that?

Everyone in the crowd nodded in the affirmative.

She turned to Mole and Alec, who had worked their way to the front of the group. I want those patrols in place in five minutes, she directed, then left the Command Center, following Logan.

 

Command Trailer, Outside the Gates of Terminal City
I want at least twelve patrol cars here in the next ten minutes, Clemente shouted into the phone. I dont care about shortages elsewhere. We need them here now. He slammed the phone down and looked up at Matt Sung.

I want three patrol cars on each perimeter. No one goes in or out until weve established a secure perimeter.

Yes, sir. Sung looked from Clemente to the phone that began ringing on his desk. Werent you telling Max this morning that the Governor wasnt prepared to negotiate?

Ignoring Sungs question, Clemente continued to issue orders. Once the cars are in place, get me Max on the line. He looked at the ringing phone with irritation. Get your phone, Detective.

Yes, sir. Matt finally reached over and picked up the phone. Sung here. He listened for a moment, then held out the phone to Clemente.

Put it on speaker, Clemente barked, then was quickly silenced by the rant that blared through the receiver.

Clemente, you better not be screwing with me! Maxs irate voice was unmistakable.

Look, Max. I dont know what our dear governors up to, but Im not going to let this situation disintegrate into a blood bath. We both know that opening up the floodgates wont work, Clemente replied.

You got that right, Commander, Max answered. I dont want any unauthorized field trips inside the perimeter fence.

Im setting up additional patrols along the perimeter. Max, I think you should do the same.

Done, Max said. Ill be in touch. Then the line went dead.

 

Terminal City
Mickey, Peter, Lynn and Colin stood at the west perimeter fence, talking. You think its on the level? Are we getting out of here? asked Peter.

No way. Its a trick. They wouldnt just let us out. They must be up to something, said Mickey. Colin and I are volunteering for extra patrols, just to make sure no one gets in here, he said emphatically, then walked away, followed quickly by Colin.

 

Command Center
So, you think there will be a transgenic drill team at the Seahawks game next season? drawled Dix.

Luke snorted. Yeah, about as much as I believe there is a place for us freaks out there. Doesnt matter...to us...were not going anywhere...

 

Last Stop Bar
Hey, Ginger, you think its on the up-and-up? said Glory.

Ginger passed Glory a bottle of beer. Who knows? They might be on the level. Its too early to tell. But heres to freedom if it is true. Ginger grabbed a bottle of beer to toast Glory.

End of Act II

Crash - evening

Crash was busy, more crowded than usual. The Jam Pony riders commandeered a table near the pool table. Sky and Original Cindy were gathered around, listening to Sketchys latest exploits.

Im telling you, man, it was weird. They blindfolded me and took me into a little room, I think. Sketchy belched, then continued. Then they scrubbed off my arm and stuck a needle in it, like they do when I sell plasma at the Mission Street Blood Bank, except they gave me something. Said it was just a taste.

Wigga, if I didnt know you were crazy, Id say you were crazy, drawled Original Cindy. You letting people fill you up with weird stuff when you dont know what it is. That is totally whack. 

Looks like its time for another pitcher of beer. Sky stared owlishly at the bottom of the empty pitcher. 

Anyway, Sketchy continued, it didnt do anything. I dont feel any different. I knew it was too good to be true. Cost me fifty bucks, too.

Aint everything, honey? Youre buying, remember. Original Cindy handed Sketchy the empty pitcher.

Okay, okay, Im going, Sketchy groused. He turned toward the bar and accidentally bumped into another person just as he was about to make a shot at the pool table.

Hey, scumbag, watch where youre going, growled the man.

Sorry, man, I was just going to get beer. I didnt see you, Sketchy said, trying to placate him.

Come on, Clay, not worth your time. Take your shot...forget it, said one of the other players as he pulled him away.

Sketchy quickly brushed past Clay and headed toward the bar. When he got there, he was surprised to see Alec walk in. Alec saw Sketchy and came over to him. Hey, Sketch my man, whats up? he said.

Uh, arent you like supposed to be in hiding or something? Sketchy replied.

Hiding in plain sight, staying under the radar, you know, Alec replied. Hum...you didnt happen to see Asha come in, did you? 

No, havent seen her. Why, you got a date? Sketchy raised his eyebrows and looked at Alec speculatively.

Nah...nothing like that...you know...just thought if she was here... Alec looked at Sketchy and grinned. He handed Sketchy some money and said, Tell you what, Ill buy. Grab the beer and Ill meet you at the table, okay? 

Im not a man to turn down a free beer. Ill be right there, Sketchy replied with a grin. He grabbed the pitcher of beer and started toward the table. He didnt see Clay bent over the pool table. Clay backed into Sketchy, causing Sketchy to spill the beer all over Clay.

My beer! Sketchy whined.

Clay grabbed Sketchy by his shirtfront. I told you to watch where youre going. Now youre going to pay. He pushed Sketchy away from him and grabbed a pool cue, intending to use it as a club.

Sketchy grabbed the cue, broke it across his knee and tossed it down. You know, Im tired of muscle-brained jerks like you jacking with me just because you think you can. Maybe youll beat my ass, but Ill give you the best Ive got. Outside, now. Sketchy turned and walked out the door, leaving a stunned crowd in his wake.

Clay followed, and then the crowd came pouring out, forming a circle around the two men. Alec looked as if he was going to intervene, but Original Cindy grabbed his arm and gave him a look. Let him do this, Alec. For his own self.

Clay and Sketchy circled each other as the bets began to go down. Clay launched himself at Sketchy, who quickly sidestepped out of the way. Infuriated, Clay came back and threw a punch at Sketchys head. Sketchy blocked the punch and countered with a quick jab to the face, knocking Clay back and causing his nose to bleed. Sketchy looked at his hand in amazement. Off guard, Clay tackled him and landed several punches to Sketchys face. Sketchy nonchalantly threw Clay off, jumped up, grabbed Clay, pulled him upright and began hitting him, his hands a blur of motion, until Clay collapsed in a heap in front of him. Sketchy turned and stared at his hands, stunned by what hed just done. Then he jumped in the air jubilantly. Yes! he yelled. It worked.

Alec grabbed Sketchys arm as the crowd milled around him. What worked? Alec yelled over the increasing din.

The juice, man...the juice! Sketchy said excitedly, high-fiving everyone around him as they began to pour back into Crash.

Asha arrived just as the crowd began to move. She sidestepped the action and headed to a quiet corner of the bar.

Alec walked in. Hi, Asha, he said, quickly brushing past her, much to her annoyance. He walked to the table where Original Cindy held court. OC, tell me whats going on. Its important.

Sketchy got himself some super juice and seems like it kicked in, Cindy replied, pointing to Sketchy at the bar as everyone bought him drinks.

Alec listened as Original Cindy gave him the scoop, a frown growing on his face. Thanks, Cindy. Ive gotta check this out.

He walked back to Asha. Im heading out. You want me to give you a lift?

Whatever, Alec, Asha sighed. She grabbed her bag and stalked out the door, followed closely by Alec.

 
Cale Mansion
A beat-up Aztek pulled into a wide, circular driveway hidden behind a broad hedge. The driveway was bordered by well-manicured lawns and an elaborately landscaped garden featuring a lighted fountain. The driveway led past the gardens to a traditional colonial mansion that stood majestically at the top of the hill. Strategically placed floodlights accentuated the buildings grandeur. 

The Aztek made its way up the hill and pulled over at the marble staircase that led to the entrance of the mansion. The car appeared out of place in that environment, its dirty and damaged exterior an affront to the pristine perfection of the place.

The doors of the car opened and Max and Logan stepped out. They paused for a moment, staring at the mansion.

Wow, Max said, letting out a low whistle of appreciation. I forgot about this place.

Logan shrugged uncomfortably and walked up the stairs to the door. He raised his hand to knock, then stopped and turned to Max.

Thanks for coming tonight. Logan smiled softly, catching Maxs eyes.

No big dealio, Max grinned. Im up for a dose of Cale lifestyle.

The siege has been lifted, so remind me again why were doing this... Logan asked, with obvious nervousness.

In answer, the door swung open and Margo appeared, flashing a thousand-watt smile.

Logan! she beamed, taking his hand and leading him into the hallway. Max followed them, eyeing the architecture with appreciation.

Aunt Margo... Logan smiled cautiously.

Look at you. Walking again. Its a miracle! Margo gushed.

Theres no such thing as miracles, Logan said matter-of-factly, drawing a concerned look from Max.

Aunt Margo, you remember Max, Logan said, ignoring Maxs look.

Why certainly. Aunt Margo turned to Max, but didnt reach out her hand. You are so lovely, my dear. I would never have known you were one of those...

Max fixed a toothy smile on her own face. Its a pleasure meeting you again. Turning her back on Margo, she flashed Logan an exasperated look. I had forgotten how lovely your home is, she said to the open room.

Why, thank you, dear, Margo beamed. Let me take you to the others.

She led them to the dining room, where Bennett and Marianne stood at the fireplace, drinking glasses of wine.

Dinner shall be served shortly, Margo said. May I offer you a glass of wine?

Just water for me, Logan replied, garnering another curious look from Max.

Margo handed a glass of water to Logan and a glass of wine to Max.

You dont know how happy I am to have you here, Logan, Margo smiled. You are so difficult to pin down.

Jonas and I tried for years to get these two to settle down. Margo looked at Logan and Bennett. As she turned to look at Marianne and Max, she smiled with exasperated amusement.

At least we were able to see Bennett happily married before I lost Jonas, she added with a hint of sadness.

Logan looked at Max for a moment, then his eyes drifted to his water glass.

Logan, Im afraid, Margo continued, regaining her cheeriness, is much less likely to settle down. And now that he has you, my dear, she said as she turned to Max, I doubt he ever will.

Thats such a shame, Max said as she tossed Margo a beaming smile, because when I grow up I hope to be just like you.

Thats so sweet, dear. Margo cast a benevolent glance on Max.

Excuse me for a moment, Max said sweetly. I need to go powder my nose.

Margo quickly turned her attention back to Logan and Bennett. Its so nice to see you two back together.

Mom, its not like this is the last time youll ever see Logan, Bennett interjected with embarrassment.

I havent seen him since the day your father died, Margo chided. So let me appreciate him while I can.

Bennett looked from his mother to Logan, frowning in confusion.

 
Upstairs bathroom, Cale Mansion
...snap her perfectly-coifed neck, Max snarled at her own reflection in the mirror, then yanked open the bathroom door to find Marianne standing in the doorway.

As your legal counsel, I dont recommend jeopardizing your new-found amnesty by committing murder, Marianne said with a deadpan look.

Both women broke into a raucous laugh.

 

Sector 9
Alec gunned his bike through Sector 9 with Asha holding on tightly behind him. He turned down a deserted side street and pulled over near a trash-filled alley.

Wait here. Ill be back in five, he directed Asha, then disappeared down the alley before she could protest. 

Asha gave the already-empty alley a poisonous glare, then looked at her watch, which read 9:17, and began to drum her fingers impatiently on the bikes handlebars.

Alec turned a corner down the alley and arrived at a hidden courtyard that was as full of garbage as the alley had been. At his arrival, four men wearing street colors appeared from behind an overflowing dumpster. They stood in a pool of light that shone down from a window a couple of stories above.

Heard I could score some pretty powerful juice here, Alec called out from the shadows.

You come to the right place, man, the largest of the four gang members called back. Itll cost you some scrilla, but you be leavin here feeling like supaman.

Ill take a hit. How much? Alec asked, stepping into the light.

Thatll be one hundred bucks, the hood said, fishing in his pocket for a vial of juice. He looked up at Alec and stared at him with a startled expression.

Anything else? Alec asked cautiously, handing over the cash.

Pleasure doin bisnez wid ya, the hood said, handing the vial to Alec.

Alec tucked the vial in his pocket and turned to leave, but was suddenly hit by a jolt of electricity that sent tremors shooting through his body.

What the--! Alec cried out, flipping onto a dumpster to escape the Taser, only to have two other men holding Tasers jump out of a second-story window and land on the dumpster beside him. Alec instantly flipped off the dumpster, but couldnt shake the men who landed right behind him, pinning his arms behind his back and sending two more jolts of electricity knifing through him. Alec struggled furiously to pull his arms free.

Asha sat on the bike, drumming her fingers even more impatiently than before. She looked at her watch, which read 9:27.

Five minutes, my ass, she griped as she gunned the engine and headed down the alley where Alec had disappeared. 

Asha arrived at the courtyard thirty seconds later to see Alec being held and tased by two men. He writhed with pain as a third man hit him across the chest with a baseball bat.

Hey! Asha yelled in shock.

The men looked at her in surprise, loosening their hold on Alec for a split second and giving him the opening he needed to escape. Asha didnt see him run across the courtyard; she just felt his body land on the bike behind her. She gunned the engine and was halfway down the alley before she even heard him shout, Go!

 
Cale Mansion
Bennett and Logan walked into Jonas old study. Bennett walked around the study, idly picking up things that had belonged to his father. He smiled sadly as he picked up Jonas letter opener. 

I gave this to Dad for his birthday one year. He used it exclusively. He put the letter opener down on the desk and whirled to face Logan. 

Were you here the day my father was murdered?

Logan, surprised by Bennetts vehemence, crossed his arms in front of him before replying. Yes, I was here. I thought maybe Uncle Jonas could help me with a story I was doing.

Funny how you can always come for help, but never to be a member of the family, Bennett replied bitterly. What story...the hoverdrones? I want to know, did you feed Eyes Only information on my dad?

What makes you think that? asked Logan carefully.

Dont play games with me, Logan. I know you. I spent more time with you than my own family. Do you remember or even care? What did you feed Eyes Only? Bennetts fists were clenched at his side, anger in his voice.

And what if I did feed him information, Bennett? Six men were killed for the possibility of a profit! Logan retorted.

So you let my father get murdered. Bennett glared at Logan, his face a mask of anger.

It wasnt like that, Bennett, Logan answered, his voice flat. I had no idea his partners would resort to murder.

Oh, the high-and-mighty Logan Cale didnt mean to hurt anyone, Bennett spat. It wouldnt have stopped you, though, would it? Knowing you hurt someone? Bennetts voice dropped to a whisper and he had tears in his eyes as he looked at his cousin.

Is that what you think...that I deliberately set out to hurt Jonas and this family? Id never do that.

This family...not my family, but this family, Bennett replied bitterly. When did you stop being a member of this family, Logan? You set yourself up in that ivory tower of yours, dispensing justice with the wave of a pen. Never once did you come down to see the chaos left in your wake.

Were you happy to bring down Cale Industries? Did you bother to see what you left behind? People losing their jobs didnt bother you, did it, Logan? Bennett began to pace around the room. Hey, the story needed to get out there and what better way to stick a knife into the family? You could absolve yourself of the guilt of being rich and being a Cale. Funny thing about being rich, though--it just doesnt go away. No matter how much you want to play the genteel pauper.

Its not like that, Logan insisted. Was I supposed to sit around while killer hoverdrones were deployed? People have lost so much freedom as it is.

So that made it okay for you to become judge, jury, and executioner. He was my father and your uncle. Logan, did you even shed a tear? Wait...Oh, youre Logan Cale, above it all. No emotional connection for you. You didnt cry at your mothers funeral. Once again, Logan Cale leaves emotional carnage in his wake.

Leave my mother out of this! Logan retorted angrily. He walked over to where Bennett was standing. I had to do what I did. It was important. 

Nothing is so important that you would betray your family. Bennett faced Logan. At that moment the family resemblance became eerie. You still dont get it. Justifications to the end, its still all about you and your damnable pride.

Bennett left the room, leaving Logan to stare at his retreating back.

 

Ashas Apartment
Of all the stupid, idiotic things you could do! Alec yelled at Asha as they stomped down the hallway to her apartment. You never go into an alley alone!

Im stupid? Asha yelled back. Youre the one who cant keep your own rule! Asha jabbed her hand into her pocket and fumbled around for the key.

Look, I was just trying to... Alec said tiredly as he leaned against the wall beside Asha.

To what? Asha demanded as she wrestled the key into the lock. Make a quick buck? She gave the door a shove, but it wouldnt open. Run another scam? She kicked the door and tried the key again. Ive met self-centered, irresponsible people before, but you take the cake! Running from scam to scam, more interested in a quick payoff than helping the people around you. Dont you know theres more to life than fun and games? She gave the door another shove, sending it flying open. She stepped into the apartment and flicked on the light. Furious at Alecs lack of response, she turned to challenge him again.

Dont you have anything to say for your... She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw Alec.

He was slowly sliding down the wall, barely hanging onto consciousness. His arms were pressed against his chest as if he was trying desperately to hold himself together.

Hey... Asha said softly, concern completely replacing the irritation that had been in her voice just seconds before.

Cant breathe... Alec gasped, his voice barely a whisper.

Can you try and make it inside? Asha asked, putting an arm around Alec.

At his nod, she led him into the apartment and helped him sit on the sofa. She placed a couple of cushions against the armrest.

Can you lean back a bit? she encouraged Alec, who was hunched forward holding his chest. Itll be easier to breathe.

With a grimace of pain, Alec complied with her instructions, swinging his legs onto the sofa and easing back into a semi-sitting position. He took a shallow breath, his arms still placed protectively over his chest.

Better? Asha asked softly.

Alec nodded and closed his eyes, taking another breath.

You took a direct hit in the ribs. Probably cracked a few. Im concerned you might have punctured a lung, Asha said worriedly.

Alec opened his eyes at the intensity of Ashas voice. Hey! he said more forcefully, grimacing with pain. Im okay. No punctured lungs. Then a hint of a smirk appeared at the corners of his mouth. If that were the case, we wouldnt be here having this very nice conversation.

Asha couldnt help the smile that teased at the corners of her mouth as well. Get some rest, she said, rolling her eyes with mock indignation.

I think Ill take you up on that, Alec replied, closing his eyes and wincing again. 

Asha pulled up a tattered old armchair and sat down, hugging her knees to her chest. She watched him breathe until he fell asleep.

 
Terminal City, Perimeter Fence - Late Night
Max slowly walked toward Command, lost in thought, when she heard a loud clank. She turned toward the sound and saw a group of four or five kids trying to climb over a perimeter fence into Terminal City. They looked about fourteen or fifteen, old enough to make a dare, but not old enough to know when its stupid. 

Max started toward the kids just as two transgenics toting guns appeared from nowhere. As transgenics went, these were not two of the most ferocious. One was from the Arctic division and the other was an X5, but to the kids they were terrifying. 

Stop now or well take you down! Drop to the ground, hands in front of you. Now! said the Arctic soldier. Colin, inform Command there has been a breach in security.

Yes, sir, replied Colin, who started to leave when Max sauntered up.

Whats up, boys? Max asked, looking at the kids on the ground in front of the soldiers.

Maam, we found these intruders breaking into base. I was just about to inform Command, replied Colin.

Consider Command informed, said Max. She pointed to the kids and said, Get up. 

The kids got up and huddled together for safety. Dave, I told you this was a bad idea, said one of the girls. 

Which one of you is Dave? Max demanded. Are you the leader of this group?

A kid stepped forward. Im Dave and, yeah, we hang together, he said with an excess of bravado.

Max looked at him appraisingly, putting her hand on her hip. She tilted her head and said, So what are you doing trying to break in here? Havent you heard were killers and baby-snatchers? That about right, Colin, Mickey? She turned to them, giving them a quick wink.

Yes, maam. Thats right. We were thinking we could give them to Mole after were finished interrogating them, said Mickey, hiding a grin.

You cant do that...we dont know anything...it was just a dare...please. Some of the kids began to cry, then asked with trembling voices, Whos Mole?

I did this, Dave interjected. I told them to come with me. Let em go. I wanted to see these transgenics for myself. They only came because theyre my crew.

So, Dave, you like what you see? asked Max.

Dont know. Havent seen anything yet.

So...you want to see a transgenic in action, do you? Take a swing at me, Dave, Max said.

But youre a girl... Before he could finish his sentence, Max blurred behind him and put him in a chokehold, startling him.

You wanted a transgenic in action... Max let him go, then said, Run! Now!

Dave took off running toward the gate. He reached the gate and began climbing over. Max watched him until he reached the top. She ran after him and jumped the ten-foot fence easily. Landing lightly, she met him when he got to the ground. Going somewhere, kid? Dave looked shocked as Max turned him around and marched him back through the gate to the small group. The other kids were wide-eyed and stunned. They started murmuring among themselves, real fear in their eyes.

This isnt a game. You could have gotten yourselves killed by coming here, Max said to the group. Things are real tense right now. We dont want to hurt anyone, but accidents will happen...Im gonna let you go, but dont come back...until youre invited. Oh yeah...just so you dont think Im letting you off easy...

Colin, Mickey, take them and turn them over to Commander Clemente. Theyre out past curfew. Max walked away, shaking her head.

 

Crash
Sketchy stood at the bar. Did you see me take that guy out? It was so cool, man. Sketchy began to shadowbox at the bar. Left, right...wham, he was down before he landed a punch. More beer, Jake, he called to the bartender.

Sure, Sketchy, said Jake. Dont you think you should slow down a bit? Youre running up quite a tab.

No, man, Im fine. I dont feel a thing. Im cool...Its like I was a Shaolin master. I could see everything, but nothing could touch me. He brought his left leg up and held it, then began moving his arms in the best imitation of a Kung Fu master that he could muster.

Cooool, said Sky, deep in his cups. That wassh so coool, man. How did you do that?

Idiot, dont give him no ideas. Hell just start over with his Kung Fu dancing. And that is something Original Cindy dont need to see twice. She shrugged and took a drink of her beer.

Sketchy just turned back to the bar and began to tell his story again.

End Act III

Ashas Apartment - the next morning

Alec squeezed his eyes shut against the sunlight that forced him awake. He attempted to turn away from its unwelcome presence and groaned with pain. Moving more slowly, he pushed the blanket covering him aside and sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. He looked over and saw Asha asleep in the chair beside him, her legs pulled up against her chest and her head resting on her knees. A tattered old blanket was sliding off her shoulders.

Hey. Alec reached over and gave Asha a gentle nudge. At his touch, Asha instantly woke up.

Hey, yourself. She looked at him intensely.

Have you been sitting there all night? Alec asked softly, meeting her gaze.

How are you feeling? Asha asked, concern evident in her eyes.

Great! Alec grinned. Im a fortunate beneficiary of the amazing recuperative powers of the X-series.

Liar, Asha retorted. Let me get you something for the pain. She climbed out of the chair and stretched for a moment, then walked to the bathroom, returning with a bottle of pills that she then handed to Alec.

Pretty potent stuff, Alec whistled softly. Thats what Logans on.

Hows he doing? Asha asked.

Not good. He can barely stand on his own, Alec answered, concern clouding his face.

Silence fell upon the room as both Asha and Alec became absorbed in their own thoughts.

So, are you going to take a couple of those, or are you just going to contemplate the label for a few more hours? Asha asked, finally breaking the silence.

Ill pass. Alec set the bottle down and stood up, stretching stiffly. I just need to work the kinks out.

You sure? You dont have to play superhero to reassure this frail, human female. Asha stepped closer to Alec, her expression mischievous.

Frail, human females have proven to be very valuable, Alec grinned back. A guy doesnt have to fear for his life around them. And Ive discovered they have many talents.

Such as? Asha questioned, her eyes locking on Alecs.

My memory fails me, Alec replied with a glint in his eyes. But being one yourself, perhaps you could provide a demonstration.

I think I can accommodate, Asha answered, her face and voice deadpan. She reached out and pulled Alec toward her, kissing him softly on the lips. They leaned into each other, deepening the kiss, holding each other close. After several moments, they stepped back, soft smiles playing on their faces.

Id better head back. The troops get antsy without my entertaining presence. Alec gave Asha a sly smile, then headed for the door.

Dont pull any more stupid scams! Asha shouted after him.

Never in a million years. Alec winked at her before opening the door and disappearing down the hallway.

 
Roof of Command Center, Terminal City
Max stood by Joshuas flag, facing the crowd of transgenics that gathered on the roof of Terminal City. The spillover ran down the stairs and onto the courtyard below. Logan and Alec wove their way through the crowd, finally making it up the stairs and finding a place beside Joshua, near the flag. Logan caught Maxs eye, giving her a soft smile.

Max returned the smile, then turned to the crowd. Its been 24 hours, people. Ive been keeping in touch with Clemente out there. The siege is officially over.

The crowd stood silent for a moment, then broke into an exuberant cheer. Alec grabbed Logans hand, raising it in the air. Joshua wrapped his arms around Max, then turned to Alec and Logan, enveloping both in his arms. Logan strained to look over Joshuas shoulder, then caught Maxs eye and laughed out loud.

Max looked at Logan, a pleased grin on her face. Listen up, people! Max shouted above the crowd as Joshua released his grip on his friends. 

As the crowd quieted down, Maxs face sobered. I know we all want to celebrate our new-found freedom, but we need to stay in the game. Our local vigilantes are going to do everything they can to create trouble for us.

Stay in small groups. Dont call undue attention to yourselves. Stick to the main streets. No looking for fights in the back alleys. I dont care how good you are at kicking ass. The last thing I want is another Biggs. 

The mood sobered as the crowd nodded its reluctant agreement.

One final thing, Max said, turning to look at Joshuas flag again. Were finally here, people. We got what we wanted. Weve got our chance to stand in the light. Its not going to be easy, but I can promise you one thing. Its worth it.

Logan looked at Max once again, their eyes locking as he nodded in agreement.

 

Command Trailer, Outside the Gates of Terminal City - later that day
Another boisterous crowd had gathered at the gates of Terminal City. For the first time, though, the gates were open.

The police had managed to cordon off a ten-foot-wide path leading from the gates. A slow but steady stream of transgenics made its way down the path, heralded by the taunts and congratulatory cheers that alternately came from the crowd.

Some officers reached out their hands in a congratulatory gesture. Others stood back, aloof, coolly doing their jobs.

Bennett Cale took off his glasses and cleaned them where the incessant mist fogged them. Hed abandoned his car a few blocks back. It was impossible to move in the chaos surrounding Terminal City. Arriving at the Command Trailer, Bennett knocked on the door. 

A very harried Matt Sung flung the door open and looked at the well-dressed man before him. As you can see, we are very busy around here. Unless you have pressing business, I suggest you make an appointment downtown.

I...I need to see Logan Cale, Bennett quickly replied. I understand hes in there. Bennett pointed toward the perimeter fence surrounding Terminal City. I thought you might help me with a pass or whatever I needed.

We dont exactly hand out visitor passes to Terminal City. Sung directed Bennett into the crowded trailer. Exactly how do you know Logan Cale? Mister...

Cale. Logan is my cousin...It is important that I see him, came the reply.

Mr. Cale, in case you havent noticed, weve got a lot on our hands. Facilitating family reunions is not a priority right now. Matt glared at Bennett impatiently.

Look, Detective, I need to see my cousin. Are you going to help me or should I try other means? replied Bennett coolly.

Entering Terminal City without authorization is a punishable offense. Sung looked at Bennett, then turned and spoke softly into his phone. Moments later he looked back at Bennett and said, Ill walk you to the gate. After that, I cant promise you anything.

 
North Perimeter Fence, Terminal City
Joshua and Gem patrolled the north perimeter fence, watching the crowds as transgenics made their way out the entry gate. As they approached the gate, they noticed Cain and Regina walking towards them, carrying overloaded backpacks.

Cain, where you headed? Gem called out, as she and Joshua hurried to catch up.

Hey, Gem, Joshua. Cain stopped and smiled at them. Got myself a gig in the French bakery downtown. Seems theres a shortage of French pastry chefs in Seattle.

Thats great, Cain, Gem smiled, a hint of envy in her expression.

I knew that stint I did in Paris a couple of years back would pay off some day, Cain grinned.

You taking Reggie with you? Joshua asked.

Yep. Got us a little place not far from the shop. Reggie starts school on Monday. Its a tragic story, Cain added with a mischievous wink. We just moved up from Tacoma. Our parents were killed in a horrendous house fire. We lost everything. All our documents were destroyed, too. My boss was very understanding, helping us to get new IDs.

Are you sure youll be okay? Gem asked, caution in her voice.

Yeah. He knows. My boss, I mean. Hes cool with it, Cain added, sobering. Reggie and I are the only ones left from our unit. This is our chance to make a life.

Good luck, Joshua smiled. Youre free now.

Yeah, good luck, Gem added wistfully as Cain and Reggie joined the transgenics heading for the gate.

Gem, where will you go now that we are free? Joshua asked as they returned to patrol. They stopped for a moment to observe the police patrols on the other side of the fence.

I dont know, Joshua, Gem answered, her face creased with worry.

I have a house. Baby needs a house, a family, Joshua said thoughtfully. I can take care of you and Elfie.

I dont know, Joshua, Gem repeated. I dont know if it will be safe for us out there.

Its not, Mole interjected, joining them by the fence. No way this is real.

Its real, Joshua said quietly.

If its so real, why are we doubling patrols? Mole challenged.

Additional precaution due to the unexpected speed of resolution, Gem said matter-of-factly. Im not kidding myself--we cant all march out of here at once in a celebratory parade.

You got that right, Mole spat out. Doesnt matter if weve been granted amnesty or not. Well always be freaks. 

Im free, Joshua insisted.

Just look at yourself, Joshua. Look at me. Mole yanked his cigar out of his mouth. The only place well ever belong is in the sewers.

He stared at Joshua and Gem. Adding with a hint of sadness, Well never be free, he tossed the cigar on the ground and walked away.

 

 
Terminal City
Dix walked quickly across Terminal City, followed by a stunned-looking Bennett. They stopped in front of an old lab building. Hes on the second floor. Ill take you up. Dix walked Bennett to the door of Logans room before turning and quickly retreating downstairs.

Bennett stared after Dix for a few seconds, then raised his hand to knock, only to have the door open. Logan stood there. 

What are you doing here, Bennett? Logan turned, walked back into the room and looked out the window. He whirled to face Bennett. Didnt you say enough at the house, or did you find a few more bricks to hurl?

Logan...look...I said some things...I didnt... Bennett came to stand next to Logan. You and I were always partners in crime as kids. But its more than that. We have a connection. Thats why I asked you to be my best man, even though it really pissed off Dad. 

Logan stood silent, turning back to the window and fixing his eyes on the broken pavement three stories below.

We did some wild things together. Do you remember when you were ten and you hacked into Dads computer? He had Bennett loves Lucy scrolling across the bottom of his screen for days. I thought he was going to kill you. I thought I was going to kill you. Bennett laughed out loud. Your dad thought it was hilarious, but he grounded you for three months anyway and you just accepted it. It was like, I did it and this is my punishment. He turned to Logan, sobering a bit.

Logan stifled a small laugh, still staring out the window. Bennett, why are you bringing this up now?

I never completely understood you...I think I might finally be getting a picture of what makes you tick... Bennett said softly. Logan, Dads death was not your fault. 

Logan didnt say anything.

If anything, Im more responsible. I worked for the company. I should have known what was going on, Bennett added more emphatically.

You didnt expose him, Bennett. I did, Logan said to the window, unable to face his cousin, his voice thick with emotion.

The Cales are very good at causing each other pain. Were masters of the art, but, Logan, Im not letting you run away from our family. Bennett put his hand on Logans shoulder. You may not want it right now, but you are a member of my family.

Bennett... began Logan, finally looking at Bennett, his eyes reflecting a grief from deep within him. 

Logan, dont say anything right now...just think about what Ive said... Bennett held Logans gaze, his eyes revealing a similar sadness. He looked away and walked toward the door. As he turned the doorknob, he felt a hand on his arm.

Ill walk you back to the gate, said Logan. Together they walked down the stairs.

 

Crash - that night
Max stood with her back to the bar, watching with a half-smile as the crowd celebrated. The Jam Pony crew was partying hard with Trig, Glory and several other transgenics from Terminal City. 

Alec, with a beer in hand, walked up and leaned on the bar beside her.

You did a good thing, Max, Alec said quietly, keeping his eyes on the crowd.

Huh? Max turned and looked at Alec with confusion.

Letting them come here. Alec raised his beer toward the crowd.

Im not a prison warden, Max shrugged.

Yeah, but if you hadnt given the okay, they wouldnt have come, Alec insisted. They listen to you, Max.

They deserve some freedom,. Max looked at Alec with concern. I dont know if I can keep them safe. I get this feeling that something is going on.

Speaking of something going on, the weirdest thing happened to me last night. Alec looked at Max, his expression suddenly serious.

Let me guess, you met a girl, Max said sarcastically, then looked at Alec sternly. More likely you decided to head out on your own and had to do some impromptu ass-kicking with our vigilante friends.

I wasnt exactly alone, Alec covered.

Whatever that means. Max rolled her eyes.

I was checking on this lead Sketchy tipped me on, the latest super juice. Makes andy look like sugar pills. He pulled a vial out of his pocket and handed it to Max. It was weird, though. It was like the dealers recognized me. The moment they saw my face, they forgot about making the sale. They were after me, Max. They were prepared. I barely got out of there.

What? Max looked at Alec in shock.

Theres something going on, Max, Alec said intently.

Ill check into it, Max said with a worried expression. Keep them together. When theyre done here, everyone goes back to Terminal City. No solo sightseeing trips tonight.

You got it, Max, Alec nodded.

Im heading out, Max said. Take care of yourself.

You too, Max, Alec shot back.

Sketchy bounded into Crash as Max headed out. He ran down the stairs to where Original Cindy and the other riders congregated. Original Cindy looked him up and down. 

Well, lookie here, if it aint Superboy. Wheres your cape, sugah? she said, grinning at him.

Dudes, you wouldnt believe today--no hangover. Its like I didnt drink at all. I delivered all my packages and had plenty of time to fulfill my extracurricular activities. You know, chasing down leads and stuff. I am on my way from the hell that is Jam Pony. Hey, Ill get the next pitcher of beer. Sketchy bounded off to the bar.

Now I know that boys sick. Sketchy offering to buy beer. I have officially seen everything. Original Cindy turned back to the table.

Yeah, well, Ill believe it when I see it, Sky mumbled, slightly jealous. Maybe Ill get some of that juice.

Dont make Original Cindy slap you upside your bald head, fool. You dont have no idea what you may be asking for. Cindy looked up at Sketchy with a worried expression.

Sketchy was telling his story yet again to anyone who would listen. And then I used a right-left combo...

Mac, a guy with a high tattoo-to-teeth ratio sitting at the bar, said, Shut up, man. I am so sick of that story...so you got in a few lucky punches...big frickin deal. 

Are you dissin on me, man? 'Cause we can take care of this right now. Sketchy assumed a pugnacious pose, ready to try out his skills on another victim.

Sketchy, you fool, dont go makin no trouble! Original Cindy called as she tried to intervene.

Sketchy ignored her and headed out the door, followed closely by Mac. Sketchy turned, only to be met by Mac hitting him square in the jaw. Sketchy staggered back, then quickly assumed a defensive position. He danced around, saw an opening and threw a punch at Macs ample midsection. The punch never landed as Sketchys face was met one more time by Macs fist. Sketchy folded up and collapsed onto the ground. 

I dont want to hear anything more about your fight, weasel...got it? Mac looked at Sketchy in disgust and left.

Original Cindy ran to Sketchys side. Sketchy, you okay? she said as she knelt down beside him.

I knew that stuff was too good to be true. Sketchy looked at Original Cindy through unfocused eyes. I wish something would be what it seemed for once. He wiped his bloody nose, got up and staggered off with his head down, not looking back.

 
Committee Headquarters
Rex Selkirk walked down the hall to the large, well-appointed conference room. He smiled as he entered, nodding to the group of well-dressed people waiting.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think we can bring this meeting to order. We have a lot to cover. I have received very useful information from Agent Martin. He planned to join us today, but unfortunately he was detained by an ongoing investigation, Selkirk said.

The people at the table began to murmur expectantly. Exactly what might that information be, Rex? said an older man with a badly broken nose.

First things first, Matthew, I will get to that...As you well know, the bringing down of this arm of Manticore hurt us and set back our plans by several years. We are slowly beginning to rebuild our genetics program, but it will take several years to implement fully. To that end, it is necessary to recapture as many transgenics as possible. We need the genetic information they hold, and they can be quite profitable as well. Selkirk smiled in a predatory fashion.

Precisely how do you plan to do that, Rex? asked Kathryn Birman. The siege has the transgenics effectively protected, even though the police would believe otherwise.

Ahh, well, this is part of the good news. I have spoken with our fine governor and she has seen fit to lift the siege for humanitarian reasons. Soon the transgenics will wander into the wide world, making them easy pickings for our people.

I wouldnt exactly call a transgenic 'easy pickings', Rex, another member of the Committee said dryly.

You have a point, Harriet, but they are more vulnerable alone than in a group. We do have specific targets in mind. It is imperative we recapture 452, 494, and if we knew the location of 599, we would take him as well. These are the best and most important genetic sequences we have. All the others are bonuses, replied Selkirk. 

What about Lydecker? Is he a viable option for us? He seemed to control the transgenics well and has invaluable knowledge we could use, wondered Harriet Short.

Im afraid Colonel Lydecker is lost to us, Harriet, sighed Kathryn Birman. All my research indicates he is putting together an elite strike force of transgenics. He has several recruits from the escapees and it seems he has been able to elicit the cooperation of several of the 09 escapees as well. He was bitten once and it is unlikely he would make the same mistake twice. Too bad--we could have used him, even though he cost us dearly when he helped 452 in her little adventure.

What about the Familiar threat? asked Matthew. Are they contained?

It appears that Colonel Lydecker has been of significant assistance on that front. But well have to keep an eye on the dear Colonel. Selkirk paused for a moment, smiling. I have one more thing to tell you. We have an important new weapon to use against 452. 

What would that be? asked Kathryn.

Our informant inside Terminal City tells us that 452 is in love with a human. We now know who that is. With a flourish, Rex Selkirk threw a picture of Logan Cale on the table. 

 
South King Street, Sector 7
Max gunned her bike down South King Street, her hair whipping in the wind of the rare rainless November night. Suddenly, a flash of movement in an alley stopped her in her tracks. Almost by instinct, she turned the bike and headed down the alley. Two hundred feet ahead she saw a teenaged girl with her hands cuffed behind her back, struggling furiously with two men who were trying to stuff her into the trunk of a brown sedan.

Gentleman, it looks like the lady doesnt need a ride tonight, Max said as she skidded in, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

In answer, two Taser probes shot out from the car and embedded themselves in her chest, sending painful electricity coursing through her body. She allowed herself to fall off the bike, using it to break the connection. A split second later she was up again, somersaulting over the bike. A half-second more and she had the drivers door open and the drivers face slammed into the steering wheel. Ducking the Taser probes fired at her from behind, she pulled the driver out of the car, yanked his weapon out of his hand and the keys from the ignition. She flipped the lock, slammed the door and hurled the keys onto the roof of a building down the alley.

Guess weve got a little problem getting home, she snarled as the man behind her tossed his spent Taser to the ground and lunged at her, his fists flying. She blocked his blows, flipping quickly onto the roof of the car to gain a vantage point. With surprising speed he followed her onto the roof, shadowing her moves. They fought intensely, trading punches and kicks, each blocking the others blows.

Seeing that she had reinforcements, the teenager made another effort to free herself, kicking off from the trunk of the car and flipping behind her captors. She fell quickly to the floor, sweeping the legs out from one of the men. The other avoided her maneuver and brought a foot crashing into her chest, leaving her gasping for breath on the pavement. 

Max continued throwing punches and kicks, unable to break through her adversarys defenses. Suddenly, his punch broke through, landing on her cheek and snapping her head back. He came at her again, intending to capitalize on his advantage. In a fury, she charged toward him, landing a boot on his ribs. The momentum sent him flying off the car and crashing into the wall of the building. 

The teenagers attacker pulled her up by the hair, yanking her to her feet. You try that again, youre dead, he whispered menacingly into her ear. She responded by throwing her head back into his face, forcing him to step back. She jumped into the air, swinging her arms under her feet and bringing her still handcuffed hands in front of her. As her attacker stepped forward, she slipped behind him, bringing her arms over his head and cutting off his airway with the cuffs. He fought furiously, trying to shake her off, but she held on with everything she had. 

As he began to collapse, his partner stood up and ran toward them, ready to rip her away, only to have Max intercept him with a vicious kick to the face. He too fell to his knees, holding his hand over his mouth, which was gushing blood.

Max flashed a quick hand signal to the girl, who an instant later was seated behind her on the bike.

Im sorry, Max, she shouted into the wind as they peeled out. I got separated from my group.

Howd you get mixed up with these guys? Max asked.

They came out of nowhere, she added contritely. I tried to get away, but they got the jump on me with a Taser. They were really good, Max.

A little too good, Max said thoughtfully.

 

Alley Near 4th Street, Sector 7

Wow, I didnt realize how big Seattle was, said Lynn, turning to the X6s walking with her. Listen, I know you guys want to explore, but I want to go back. You go on without me. I can get back by myself.

Max said we should stick together. Ill go back with you, replied Peter with obvious disappointment.

No, Peter, go on. Ill be fine. Im an X6--I can take care of myself.

Peter looked at Lynn and then the rest of the group. Okay then, be careful, he called over his shoulder as he ran to catch up with the others.

Lynn turned down the alley, walking quickly, avoiding puddles and potholes.

Hey, pretty girl, where you going in such a hurry? A drunk came out of the shadows, lurching toward her, all fetid breath and bad teeth. Lynn reacted instinctively by grabbing the man and tossing him easily away from her. She ran down the street, not noticing another man who quickly pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. 

Weve got one heading west toward 4th Street...move! He followed Lynn at a safe distance.

Lynn was walking quickly when, suddenly, a brown sedan cut in front of her. Two men jumped out, and before she could turn to run, they pulled out Tasers and began using them to subdue her. The jolts of electricity ran through her body, allowing the men to place handcuffs on her wrists and throw her into the trunk. 

She didnt know where they were taking her because the car kept driving around in circles. Lynn was completely disoriented by the time she reached their destination. Unceremoniously, they dragged her from the car and into a large, nondescript industrial building. Inside, she was dragged to an examination room. There, she was stripped of her clothes. A cold voice came from the shadows. Designation.

X6-713, Lynn replied, trying to cover her nakedness, embarrassed.

A tall, predatory man came out of the shadows and leered at her. Dont worry about the clothes, 713. We will provide you with all you need in your new home.

Ave, examine her, make sure shes healthy. Oh, and get rid of the hair. She wont need it here. The man turned and walked from the room. 

What is... 

Be quiet. Do not speak unless spoken to. Understand? The woman with a red burr and dead eyes indicated to Lynn to sit on the table. She quickly and efficiently examined Lynn, taking blood samples as needed. She never spoke or looked directly at Lynn. When she finished, she gave Lynn a pair of gray hospital scrubs. She then shaved Lynns head. 

Lynn looked at the long, dark hair lying on the floor and began to cry. She was led away into another room with large steel cages and just enough room to stand or lie down. The door of the nearest cage was opened and Lynn walked into hell.

End Act IV

Logans Quarters, Terminal City - November 11

The document on the computer screen in the panic room read The Efficacy of Stem Cell Therapies in Nerve Regeneration. Logan stared intently at the screen, his eyes darting back and forth as he read. A short while later, he sighed and turned off the screen. He pulled his glasses off and tossed them on the counter beside him. He winced with pain as he rubbed his temples, then buried his head in his hands with an even deeper sigh that seemed to come from the core of his being. He didnt bother to look up when the door of the panic room clicked open.

Max stepped into the room and looked around. One of the lower bunks appeared rumpled as if it had been recently used. The exoskeleton stood propped up against it. Logan was at the computer console with his head in his hands, seemingly oblivious to anything around him.

Hey, Max said softly.

Hey, Max. At the sound of her voice, Logan slowly swiveled his battered desk chair around to face her.

Missed you at Crash, Max said tentatively. Her eyes searched his face, which appeared drawn and pinched.

Sorry, Im exhausted. I was just about to turn in, Logan replied. Howd it go?

Most are still there, celebrating our new-found freedom, Max said with a wry smile.

Kudos to them. Logan returned the smile, then noticed a faint bruise on her cheek. You okay? he asked softly.

Had a little mix-up with our latest group of friendly vigilantes, Max shrugged, stepping closer to him. Stand up for a sec, would you? She looked at him intensely.

What for? he asked, instantly suspicious.

Just do it. Max stepped to within a pace of Logan, one hand firmly entrenched on her hip and the other behind her back. Her expression left no room for argument. 

Whatever... Logan sighed. He placed one hand on the counter, the other on the back of the chair and heaved himself up. He stood barely a breath away from Max, staring intensely into her eyes.

Close your eyes, Max said more gently. A mischievous spark glinted in her eyes.

Logan gave her a questioning smile and complied. He instantly began to tip forward. He snapped his eyes open just as Max reached out a hand to steady him.

Whoa! Dont keel over on me. You werent kidding when you said you were exhausted, Max said with concern.

Im sorry, Max, Logan said, a deep sadness resonating in his eyes and voice.

No big dealio, Max shrugged nonchalantly, then broke into a grin. Just came to wish you happy birthday. She pulled her hand from behind her back and held out a grapefruit.

For a moment the sadness seemed to overwhelm Logan, then a spark entered his eyes. 

Thanks, he smiled softly.

Im gonna blaze, Max said tentatively, backing up a step, but still searching Logans eyes. Let you get some rest.

Okay. Logan met her gaze, then followed her with his eyes as she walked toward the door.

Max... he called out just as she placed her hand on the knob. She turned and looked at him questioningly.

Good night, he said quietly, the sadness momentarily returning to his eyes.

Night, Logan, Max replied, her eyes searching his, but not finding what she was looking for. She turned and stepped out the door.

 

Space Needle
Max stood at the edge of the Space Needle, staring out at the city below.

Its been months since Ive been up here. I spent much of that time wondering if Id ever make it back. Funny, Seattle still looks the same from up here, but scratch the surface a bit and its a whole different place. Same thing goes for my weird little life. Im getting my crib and my job back, and we can finally get Logan out of the Terminal City cesspit and back to his digs.

Max took a deep breath, wrapping her arms around herself.

Everythings going back to normal, right?

END OF EPISODE 3.12

