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PROLOGUE

Jam Pony, Seattle  November 27, 2021, 4:45PM  

Max pushed her bike down the ramp into Jam Pony, frowning at the noisy group of messengers crowding around the television set in the corner.  "What's up with them?" she asked, as she wheeled the bike up to the counter where Normal was standing. 

"Just the usual morons doing their usual moron thing," Normal muttered, sorting through the morning packages.  "Some new game show designed to brainwash idiots like them into thinking they can make a bundle, despite being lazy and good-for-nothing."  

"Well, hey, you did it, so let 'em dream, why don't you?" Max retorted, rolling her eyes and pushing away from the counter.  She went over to her locker, meeting Original Cindy, who was just walking away from the crowd. "What's up, homegirl?" Max asked her.  "Sorry I didn't wait for you this morning; had to make a pit stop to check on things back at the Fatherland  you know how it goes."  

"Yeah. So they really leavin' the place?  Seems like they'd wanna stay holed up  strength in numbers and all that jazz.  Even you and Alec are having trouble out on the street, and you two are better than average-looking," Original Cindy said, giving Max a sassy grin.  

"Well, nobody's standing guard to protect them in Terminal City, either, so they figure if the choice is between fighting in a nasty hellhole and fighting out in the real world, they'll take their chances."  Max sighed, then nodded toward the television screen, which showed a girl playing the piano.  "What's up with Liberace?"  

Original Cindy made a face.  "That's Trudie  messenger that came on after you left.  She got picked to be on this new game show, Seattle Superstar.  These fools gotta pay 'em through the nose to do some whack talent number, and the winner gets a payoff you can live large on.  Other two just go home broke."  

Max slammed her locker shut.  "Kickin' ass count as a talent?"  She smiled at Original Cindy.  "Didn't think so. Guess I'll have to be Normal's slave a little longer."  She stopped and glanced back at Original Cindy, and they both burst out laughing.  

"I did not just say that," Max said when she recovered.  "Hey, do me a favor  try to keep Alec from finding out about this thing.  Last thing we need is another appearance from Monty Cora" The sound of her beeper made her stop, and she pulled it out and looked at it, then back up at Original Cindy.  

"Original Cindy knows only one name poppin' up that could get that look outta my girl.  Catch ya later, boo."    

END OF PROLOGUE

Fogle Towers 

Logan sat in his wheelchair in front of the television screen in his office, watching the same game show as had been playing at Jam Pony.  Suddenly he glanced at his watch and then toward the front hallway, concern crossing his face.  He wheeled out of the room and around the corner, and set the brakes on the chair.  Stepping off the footrest onto the ground, he stood up slowly and, holding onto the wall for support, he carefully covered the few feet to his computer chair and heavily sat back down.  He leaned back, craning his neck to make sure the wheelchair was completely out of sight, then sighed as he heard the door click open.  

"In here," he called, and in a second, Max appeared in the doorway.  

"Contrary to popular opinion, not all of us are so rich we can sit around all day watching the boob tube," Max said, sarcasm dripping from every word.  "You got a reason for keeping me from making a livin', or what?"  

Logan gave her a questioning look.  "You never seemed to mind before..."  After a second, he smiled.  "Okay, not entirely true.  But my beeping you used to be par for the course."  No response, so he continued, a little look of confusion crossing his face.  "I was setting up some new scramblers on the Eyes Only equipment, and when I turned on the TV, I heard one of these contestants worked at Jam Pony."

"And...?"  

Logan continued to stare at her.  "Sorry.  Just thought you'd be interested. And...and I wanted to see you," he finished softly.  

Maxs look softened.  She pulled over a chair and sat down beside him.  They watched for a second, and she glanced at him a couple of times out of the corner of her eye.  "So...you got anything to...tell me?  'Cause I'm getting really good at listening these days."  

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, Original Cindy's been crying to me 'cause Ginger hasn't been coming over as much, making lame excuses.  Original Cindy's thinking maybe she's out and about, you know, sampling the goods."  

"Hmmm..." Logan mulled that over.  

"I told her, when you love someone, you have to trust them.  If Ginger really loves OC, she wouldn't lie about anything important.  And if she did lie, or kept something from her, then...they didn't have much worth worrying about to begin with...right?"  Max asked Logan pointedly.  

They locked eyes, and after a long pause, Logan began, "Max, I" 

Just then a loud roar came from the television screen, and they both automatically turned toward it.  The mood broken, Logan smiled weakly and said, "Looks like your friend won."  Onscreen, Trudie jumped up and down, hugging the show host, a tall, handsome man in a suit.  

"No friend of mine," Max replied shortly.  "She's new.  Anyway, she got lucky, but what about the other two?  They paid these show people a bunch of money and they got nothing for their trouble."  

Logan shrugged.  "Basic human nature, wanting a chance at fame and fortune  or even a chance at the afterlife.  I remember that before the Pulse, these TV evangelists would make millions when people would send them money, thinking they could win a ticket to heaven that way."

Max snorted.  "And they say we're the freaks."  

"I don't know...people just want hope, anywhere they can find it...everybody wants a better life," Logan murmured, as their gazes, but not their attention, wandered back to the closing minutes of the show.  

 

Joshua's House  next morning

"Joshua?"  Gem called from the top of the basement stairs.  

"Down here," he called as she gingerly stepped down the stairs, Elefteria propped on her hip.  

"I didn't know there was anything down here," she said once she was at the bottom.  

Joshua looked up from where he was sorting through his painting supplies.  Piano...books...paints...I keep stuff here," he told her.  He looked back at what he was doing, then back up at Gem.  "You're dressed up...are you going out there?"  he asked, pointing at the small basement window, through which the sun shone brightly.  

Gem nodded, almost apologetically.  "Thought I would try to see if I can get a job.  Covered up my barcode pretty well."  She hesitated.  "I was hoping you'd watch Elf for me while I'm gone."  

Joshua shrugged.  "Guess that's the only thing Joshua is good for.  Nothing's changed, even though we're free."  

"That's not true!" Gem argued, going over to him.  "I think you should definitely think about a  a career.  You're...you're a teacher, and an artist.  I bet you can find a way to make some money.  Even if I can find a job, I'm sure I won't be raking in the dough, so we're going to need anything we can get."  

"Maybe we should have stayed in Terminal City, or...you could have gone with someone...who's not different.  Someone who could go outside, could find work."

"No, Joshua, we did the right thing.  I wanted to bring Dalton with us, but Logan was right  he's better off with regular parents, at his age.  But you and me and Elfie  we're going to do great.  I just need you to stay with her today, while I go out looking.  Okay?"   

Joshua picked up some paints and examined them while he was thinking.  Then he looked up at her, determined.  "If Gem thinks we did the right thing, then Joshua does, too.  Go look for a job.  Elfie and I will stay here and cook dinner." 

Gem smiled.  "Thanks, Joshua."  They headed upstairs, and she handed the baby to Joshua, grabbed a jacket, and headed out.  

After a second, Joshua darted after her, throwing open the front door.  "Gem!  Be friendly, courteous, and kind!"


Jam Pony  6:55 PM 

"I don't know about you, but I'd never thought I'd be so glad to be working for minimum wage again," Alec said to Max as they came into Jam Pony after finishing their last run of the day.  "Being in a life-or-death situation is one thing; having to scrub toilets and play poker for six months with a guy who has X-ray vision is pure torture."

Max rolled her eyes.  "Dont come to me looking for sympathy, Alec.  I saw you make the guy keep his back toward you while you and Mole took his gullible ass for a ride."  

Alec laughed.  "Well, hey, we were trained to win, not to play fair, am I right?"  They approached the lockers, where Original Cindy and Sketchy were standing with concerned expressions on their faces. 

"Speaking of winning, is the game show chick back today?"  Alec asked them.  "I was hoping you could, uh, introduce us."  He winked at Sketchy, who did not return the smile. 

"Nah, man, somethings up with that."  Sketchy shot a look at Original Cindy.  "We stopped by her place at lunch, and her boyfriend said she never came home after the show.  She never even called him."  

Max frowned.  "So?  She won a ton of money and didn't want to share.  What's the big deal?"  

"She just made a big thing over how she and her boy was gonna take the money and go to Vegas, make even more," Original Cindy said.

Alec laughed.  "Sounds like our girl, Max, hit the nail on the head.  Lady wanted to start over  alone.  If I had the dough, I'd be out of here in a heartbeat, too.  So, who's up for a beer?"  

Max slammed her locker shut.  "Not me.  Promised Logan I'd stop by after work."  The other three immediately started making kissy noises, until she silenced them with a single look.  "I'm out of here."  

 

Fogle Towers  that evening

Logan was sitting at his desk when Max breezed into the computer room.  "Glad you're here," he told her.  "We've got a situation."

"You finally make some progress translating these new runes?"

"Uh, no...I'm working on that, but there are some new characters that are really unusual.  It's gonna take some time.  I called you over for an Eyes Only thing."  

"Let me guess.  A subterranean feline transgenic is terrorizing homeless people and cleaning up that pesky rat population in the sewers," Max said, propping a hip on Logan's desk.  

Logan glanced up at her with a crooked smile.  "I think you have transgenics on the brain.  No, this is more of the dead-body type of situation.  But if you don't think you have time to help out"

"I'm all about time," Max interrupted.  "Especially for something that keeps me as far away from Terminal City, or anything associated with it, as possible.  This fit the bill?"  

Logan nodded.  "Just came in over the Informant Net.  My guy says the cops pulled a dead body out of the river yesterday and are keeping it quiet.  Twenty-something female, shot once in the head, execution-style.  Rope attached to her foot  the cops think it was tied to something heavy so she'd sink, but she got loose somehow."  

"Looks like a slam-dunk mob hit to me," Max remarked, shrugging.  

"Mob's usually a little more discreet, though," Logan countered.  "While the cops were still on the scene, a second body surfaced.  And just a few hours ago, a fisherman on a pier hooked a third."  

"Yuck," Max said, shivering.  "So, what do you need me for?  I'm no PI."  

"I know.  I'm going to be talking to Matt about it.  Just wanted to let you know what was up, so if you hear something, you'll let me know.  And when I know something, then maybe you can make a move."  

"Whatever."  Max crossed her arms and smirked down at him.  "Well, usually by now you'd have invited me to dinner, or at the very least offered to let me raid your fridge."  

Logan adjusted his glasses nervously, and laughed a little.  "Yeah, well, I haven't made it down to the market lately, and my fridge is pretty empty.  I've been surviving on bread and water.  Sorry."  

"No big dealio.  Guess I'll just head to Crash and meet up with the gang.  Sketchy's all bummed 'cause that girl from Jam Pony who was on that lame show the other day  she never came back to work.  Just took the money and split.  I think Sketch was hoping he could talk his way into some of her winnings."  

"Hmmm...she never even went back to her house?"  Logan asked, his brow furrowing in typical concern.  "Sounds suspicious."  

Max snorted.  "Wake up and smell the reality, Logan.  She had a boyfriend, she wanted to dump him, she didn't have the guts to be honest with him.  So she took off.  Better than staying around and lying to his face...right?"  

Logan looked up upon hearing her unusually sharp tone.  "Yeah...right," he replied, leaning forward to pull out his wallet.  "Well, buy Sketchy a round on me.  I'm going to stay here, see if I can dig up anything else."  

"'K.  Catch ya later," Max said, taking the money from him and breezing out.  


END OF ACT I 

Fogle Towers- November 29, morning 

Logan fidgeted impatiently as the number he had called rang repeatedly on the other end.  Just as he was about to disconnect the call, the ringing stopped.

Sung here.

Matt, its Logan.

He was met by silence.

Matt, you still there?

Im here. Sungs voice was strictly professional. 

I need some help with an investigation for Eyes Only.

I wasnt sure you still worked for him. You havent seemed to care much about his stuff in the last couple of months. Not to mention that you havent bothered to call since I helped you out with the Terminal City crisis.  

Hey, Ive been kinda locked up away from it all, you know. Logans voice took on a persuasive tone. "Matt, this is important. Innocent people may be dying.

Dont you mean innocent transgenics? There was a definite edge to Sungs voice.

Innocent people, Matt. Ordinary, normal, everyday people on the streets. Logan sighed. Look, Matt, I know you have questions for me. Do this thing for me and then, if you want, we can get together and Ill answer what I can. Please.

Matts hesitation was noticeable, What do you need, Logan?

I understand that thereve been eight bodies found in, or on the shores of, Elliott Bay recently. All of them shot in the back of the head. I was hoping you could get me the names of the victims.

Ill fax the list to you, Logan, but before I do anything more than that, we need to talk.

Thanks, Matt.

Sure, Logan.

Within minutes, Logans screen beeped to indicate an incoming fax. He quickly pulled it up on his monitor and scrolled through it. He shook his head and went through it again. On his third perusal, he gave an exclamation.

Splitting the screen, he pulled up a second list and looked at the two lists side-by-side. Using his cursor, he began to highlight pairs of names on the lists. Within minutes, both lists were completely highlighted.

Bingo.

Gambling again? 

Logan swiveled his chair, smiling as he met Maxs eyes. I wish you wouldnt sneak up on me like that.

Gotta keep the cat-burglar skills intact. Never know when Ill need to use them. She paused. Of course, now that you can walk again, you dont need me to be your legs anymore... She left the last sentence hanging, almost a question, and Logan quickly turned away from her eyes.

Take a look at this. He indicated the screen with the side-by-side lists, and Max walked over to join him. I hacked into the sector police database and found out there were five more bodies recently found in or near Elliott Bay, all killed by a bullet to the back of the head. Matt Sung was able to get me a list of the victims' names.

Max leaned over him, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder as she gazed at the screen. And this is...?

A comparison of the names of the victims to...

...the names of the winners of Seattle Superstar. Damn. They match. What the hell is going on?  She straightened up and leaned back against the desk, facing Logan.  He casually reached out and began to run his fingers softly over the back of the hand she had rested next to his keyboard. Max briefly glanced down at the contact, and smiled slightly, but refrained from comment. She made no attempt to pull her hand away.

Simple. The producers collect the prize money supplied by the sponsors, plus the money that the contestants pay to enter each week. Rather than paying off, they pocket the money and eliminate the winners. I figure theyve taken in close to half a million already.

Why havent the police made the connection? Max demanded.

The bodies have all turned up in different sectors.  With the state of the sector police these days, its obvious that no one has put the names together into one list, much less compared them to anything. 

Nah, theyre too busy hassling the transgens, and figuring out how to collect more bribes from the average Joe. Maxs tone was bitter.

Logan reached out and took her other hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Its still the same screwed-up world, Max.

Max looked down at their clasped hands. Yeah. Guess so. She looked like she wanted to say something but thought better of it. Gotta blaze. Just thought Id stop in to see if you needed anything, since my last run took me near here. She gently pulled her hand free, and with a wistful smile, she was gone, leaving Logan staring after her.


Maxs Crib- that evening

Girl, you gotta stop ruinin my work. Original Cindy scolded as she worked on Maxs fingernails with an emery board. Cant redo these every day.

Kinda hard to worry about your nails when youre havin to kick some idiots ass just to get through the day.

It aint gettin any better out there?

Max shrugged. Ya know how it is. Some greasy, unwashed creep wants to show his buds how macho he is by kickin a transgen's ass. Too many of em know my face, is the problem. But hey, Ill deal. I always do. She gave Cindy a smile that didnt quite reach her eyes. 

Its more than that thats buggin' ya, boo. Original Cindy looked down at Maxs nails as she spoke.

Yeah. Maxs tone was low as she stared down at her hand. Ive been feeling kind of punk lately, sort of queasy. But thats probly just 'cause Im not used to eatin real food instead of the K-rations we were getting in TC. The runes showing up again havent helped.

Cindy studied her friend. I think theres one more thing you aint sayin. Its hot boy, aint it? She saw the quick flash of pain that crossed Maxs face. If hes givin ya grief, you say the word, and Ill kick his sorry ass. Is it the blonde hangin around him again?

Max laughed at that. No, Asha has other interests these days besides Logan.

So then whats the problem? You dont spend too many nights over there, and when you do, Original Cindy sure aint seein the look of a female whos been well and truly taken care of by her man. I thought ya said your boy had what it took in that department.

Max blushed slightly. He does. Its just that we dont...I mean we havent lately... she trailed off. 

Original Cindy stared at her in disbelief. Why in hell not? Aint you two done enough dancin around and wastin time? Is it the heat thing? You and him still aint freakin out over that?  

No. Its not that. I think...I think hes losing his legs again. Asha let something slip, and I started to put it all together. The transfusion from Joshua must be wearing off.

And hot boy dont wanna tell you. Damn. 

Its not like I care if he can walk, but hell never believe that. We were on the floor in his shower one night last week... She stopped at the look Original Cindy gave her.  It wasnt like that. I was showering and I kind of passed out, and when I came out of it, he was sitting next to me on the floor, holding me.  I dont know how he managed to get there, but he gave me some lame excuse about wiping down the shower and sent me out to the kitchen to get some food. When I got back, he was in bed. I just dont get why he wont tell me. Hes gotta know by now that his walking doesnt matter to me. It never has. 

Men. Original Cindy shook her head. The all-girl team just looks better and better, sugah.

I want him to trust me enough to tell me, OC. Is that too much to ask?

Nah. But hes as stubborn as you are. You might hafta hit him with it yourself. Original Cindy waited a beat, but when Max refused to answer, she continued gently, Thing is, boo, you two got a good thing. Dont let pride screw you up again. His or yours.

Yeah, maybe. Max looked around and picked up a bottle of nail polish. Here, use this one.

Bright red, sugah? You sure about that?

Damn sure. Cmon, finish up and lets hit Crash. I feel a need to kick some butt at foosball. Max flashed a bright smile, obviously closing the conversation.

Original Cindy sighed and set to work, shaking her head as she did.


Joshuas House - the next afternoon

The smell of paint and turpentine was strong in the basement, as Joshua happily wielded his brush on the canvas in front of him. Elfie gurgled behind him, but he was lost in his work and he paid no attention to her. 

The large canvas was a typical Joshua, bursting with color, with a unique texture that came from the objects he had found and used on it.

Maybe Rita will like this one, Elfie. Then maybe Joshua can buy you some toys, he murmured to the baby.

Gabbadabbadummmmm... Elfie babbled.

Joshua sighed. Wish I could take you outside, Elfie. But people are afraid of Joshua. They might hurt Elfie if they see her with me. 

Joshua finished with the painting, and used a brush to carefully sign it in the bottom left corner. He laid the brush down and turned to Elfie, and then let out a horrified gasp.

Joshua... Gems voice preceded her down the stairs. 

Joshua looked around in a panic, and stepped in front of Elfie.  Gem. Did you find a job?

No, not yet. No one wants to hire someone without any references or skills you can put on a resume. 'Trained assassin' wouldnt go over too well, she sighed. Wheres Elfie? 

Uh, shes here. Why dont you go up and get a drink, and Ill bring her. Joshua sidestepped as Gem began to move around him, looking for her baby.

Joshua? I want to see my baby girl.

Joshua stood there guiltily. Just then, Elfie crawled through his legs, heading straight for her mother.  Gem let out a horrified gasp, and Joshua cringed. 

The baby was covered from her head to her toes in a rainbow of paint colors. Red dripped from her tiny topknot and bright yellow covered her face. Streaks of blue, purple, and green covered her smock and continued down her arms and legs. 

Mamamamamamamaaaa, she chortled happily as she reached Gem.

Gem stood speechless as she took in the sight. Joshua waited in dread, but suddenly Gem began to giggle.

Oh, my God...Elfie... She dissolved into laughter as she scooped up the baby, heedless of the paint. Joshua stood there shamefaced, waiting for his punishment.  

Joshua, I should kill you... Gem managed to get out between laughs. But instead Im gonna let you clean her up. Here. Before Joshua could react, she had deposited Elfie in his arms.  Elfie reached up and put her hands on his face, leaving a trail of red and blue streaks. Gem laughed even harder.  Joshua stood there a minute, but then he began to laugh as well.  Elfie giggled in his arms, and the three shared a rare moment of mirth.


Cup a Joe Coffee Shop, Seattle

Logan sat and sipped his coffee as he waited for Matt Sung. He glanced around warily at the other patrons of the coffee shop, but none of them paid him any special attention. His face had been in the news, but not as much as Maxs had, since he wasnt a transgenic.

Logan. Matt Sung dropped into the chair facing him. His expression was unreadable, but there was little warmth in his tone. A waitress came over to take his order. Logan waited to begin until she had brought a cup of coffee and departed.

Matt. Its good to see you.

Matt just sipped his coffee and waited.

Im sorry for whatever it is that you think Ive done to you, Logan offered.

Whatever I think youve done to me? Matt said. Logan, do you have any idea of the position you put me in?

Im not sure what you mean. How did I put you in a position? What did I do exactly?

How about not being up front with me?  Why didnt you level with me about the transgenics and your involvement with them?

It wasnt my secret to reveal.

But it was okay to drag me into your secrets without my having a clue what was going on? Do you really think so little of me that you believed that Id turn out to be some kind of freak-hater if you were straight with me about Max and her friends?

Logan took a breath at the hurt and anger that were evident in Matts tone. That never even occurred to me. I didnt want to involve you. I thought youd be safer if you didnt know.

You didnt think I was capable of making my own decision about that? Logan, I found out about you from files that Agent White handed over to my boss. I found out that you and Max were more than friends from hoverdrone surveillance that Clemente dropped in my lap. Did it ever occur to you that maybe, if I knew ahead of time, I could have run interference for you? Or was it that you didnt trust me?

Logan was quiet as Matts accusations hit home. Youre the second person in a month to accuse me of a lack of trust in them, he observed after a few minutes.

Then maybe you ought to think about what youre doing, Logan. Matt wasnt giving in.

You sit in your ivory tower and think you can pull strings, as if people are your puppets. And then you justify it by saying youre protecting us. Maybe some of us dont need or want protecting. Maybe we want to feel like were doing our part to fix some of the crap that goes on around us every day. Why do you think I became a cop?

Matt was silent a moment, watching Logan. His tone softened as he continued, Did you ever think that you need to share things with your friends? Logan, I want to look out for you, as well as having you look out for me. Its a two-way street. Clemente was out for you, and it didnt help my credibility with him finding out what he did, the way he did. If Id known what was going on ahead of time, it would have been easier.

Im sorry, Matt. I was wrong.  Logans voice was low and he looked down at his coffee. There was a moment of silence between the two men.

Yeah,well, you scared the hell out of me when Clemente went on the warpath over you.

Logan looked up with a twinkle in his eyes. Cant say I didnt have a moment or two there as well. Especially when I was sitting in a bar on the verge of being arrested.

Damn, Logan, you did cut it close, didnt you?

Too close.

Matt laughed shortly. Cant say it doesnt serve you right. Howd you get out of that one, anyway?

Logan paused, then slowly answered, With help from some friends.

Matt nodded, and the two mens eyes met in shared understanding.

So anyway, Matt, I put together the common factor about the bodies. Every one of them was a grand-prize winner on Seattle Superstar.

The hell you say! Matt was clearly shocked at Logans revelation.

The only thing that puzzles me is why no one at the department put it together. Dont you guys look for patterns?

Seeing as how the victims were all transgenics, I guess no one really cared enough to bother.

What?! This time Logan was shocked.

They all had barcodes on the backs of their necks.

Matt, I know for a fact that at least one of them wasnt a transgenic. Ill bet the others werent either. Logan thought a moment, then laughed bitterly. Pretty smart move. Make the victims someone that the authorities wont give a damn about. Good way to derail any investigation before it even starts.

It was Matts turn to look ashamed. Logan, Im sorry. None of them were in my jurisdiction, or I wouldve looked into it. You know I dont feel that way.

Well, I guess I cant hold a grudge, since Ive made my own share of mistakes.

Ill see what I can do to get an investigation going, but unless you can prove they werent transgenics, Im not going to get much support from the department.

Do what you can. Im going to give this information to our mutual friend; maybe he can do something with it.

Be careful, Logan. These guys are playing rough.

Just like old times. 

Matt smiled at that, and the two shook hands before heading off.


Fogle Towers- that night

Max was pacing restlessly back and forth across Logans living room, as he watched calmly from the couch.

Its not fair, Logan. I could do this thing.  Or Alec could.  Itd be a piece of cake for one of us to win that stupid show.

Its not going to work, Max. You and Alec are too well known, what with your faces being plastered all over the news for months. Theyd make you in minutes.

Max continued to pace, and Logan smiled at her energy.

Do you want a drink?  He rose from the couch to go to the kitchen. Max looked at the exoskeleton, which was visible over his shoes, and frowned.

How come youre wearing that now? Expecting some bad guys to break in and try to take us out? Her tone was sarcastic.

Logan flushed and shrugged his shoulders. I was, um, adjusting it earlier, and didnt have a chance to take it off before you got here. Max looked at him but didnt respond. Do you want that drink? he continued, trying to pretend that the sudden tension between them wasnt there.

Yeah, sure.

Logan returned in a few moments with two glasses of wine, and the bottle under his arm. He placed the bottle on the table and handed a glass to Max. 

Heres to old times - you, me, and an Eyes Only investigation. Logan held his glass up in a toast.

Max smiled at him in spite of herself, as she raised her glass to meet his. She took a sip of wine, then said, Except, in old times, Id be the one going on that show to get the goods on the bad guys. Who do we use now?

We need someone we can trust who already knows the deal with Eyes Only. That list is just about nonexistent. Logan sat back down, brow furrowed in thought.

Max hesitated, then said, There is one person.

Logans eyes snapped to hers.

Original Cindy figured out you were Eyes Only when I came back from Manticore with the virus.

Youre kidding. 

She knew about us and she knew about Manticore, Logan. It wasnt too hard for her to put two and two together, especially given the way Eyes Only was out for Manticores blood after I was killed.

I never thought about it.  He paused to consider this new information. So youre saying we could use Original Cindy? Itd be dangerous.  

They killed one of her friends from Jam Pony, Logan. I think shed want to do it.

But should we let her? 

Logan, shes a big girl. Its her decision. 

Logan started to argue, but then stopped. Someone else said something like that to me today.

We can protect her.

Logan thought a moment, and then nodded. I suppose I could wire her, and you could sneak in and wait backstage during the show. When she wins, we follow her and we catch them in the act...

Oh, Max exclaimed, and Logan looked at her with a question in his eyes. Its a talent show. How do we make sure she wins it?

Logan smiled. The voting is done by the audience pushing buttons on the arms of their seats. The responses feed directly into a computer, which collates the votes, and then displays them on a screen on the stage.

So you use your amazing hacking skills and rig the results. Max was grinning at Logan, who gave her an answering grin in return.

You bet. The two stared at each other, and Logan patted the couch next to him. My hacking skills arent all that are amazing... he said with a smile. 

Max gave him a sidelong look. That wouldnt be in the nature of you making a pass at me, would it? I thought this was a working evening?

All work and no play makes Max a dull, dull girl, Logan quipped. Come here. When she hesitated, he added in a tone of command, Now.

Maxs eyes widened in surprise, but after a gazing at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, she answered in a voice oozing with sweetness, I just love when you go all macho on me.

With that, she sauntered over to the couch and sat down next to him, placing her wine glass on the table next to his. Logan dropped an arm lightly around her shoulders and she looked up at him with a challenge in her eyes.  He slowly lowered his head to hers and their lips met. After a few minutes, Logan broke the kiss and reached out for their glasses, pouring them each more wine.

They sipped their wine companionably, but Max seemed distracted. Finally she turned to Logan with a puzzled look. One thing still bugs me about all this. Why havent the police connected the victims with the show? Even given how stupid our wonderful cops generally are, it seems pretty obvious.

Logan hesitated before answering. They didnt bother. Guess they had more pressing things on their plate.

Bodies are washing up daily and the cops dont care that they might have a serial killer on their hands? What arent you telling me, Logan? 

Logan met her eyes and then slowly answered. The bodies all had barcodes on their necks.

Max jumped up, eyes blazing with anger. So the cops didnt give a damn. Someone was offing transgenics for them and saving them the trouble.

Max.

You know its true, Logan.

Max, its gonna take time. You know that.

I gotta go. I need some air. She started toward the door.

Max. His eyes were pleading with her. 

She relented, and returned to stand over him as he sat on the couch. I really do need to get some air and clear my head. Do you wanna come for a ride on my baby with me?"

Logan looked at her wistfully. Not tonight. He started to say something, stopped, and finally continued, Be careful. There are a lot of people out there who dont like transgenics very much, and your face is too well known.

I cant say Im averse to kickin some butt right now. Max looked at him and pushed him a bit more. Unless you can think of a way to work off my excess energy without goin' out? She slowly looked him up and down, making sure he couldn't mistake her meaning.

Their eyes locked, and she held her breath as she waited for his answer. Her face fell as he hesitated and then finally said, How about doing some B&E tomorrow night? We need to know how they pick their contestants so we can get Original Cindy on the show.

Max sighed, clearly disappointed at his response, but she didnt comment further. You got it. Night.

She leaned in and gave him a swift kiss before striding from the room.  Logan sat looking after her with a mixture of sadness and longing evident on his features. 

Matt Sungs earlier words echoed in Logans head as he rested his hands on his legs. Did you ever think that you need to share things with your friends? ...Its a two-way street... 

Logan shook his head as if to clear it, and turned to stare out the window into the darkness.


Seattle Superstar Show Offices, Seattle  December 1, late evening

The building that housed the offices and studios for Seattle Superstar was dark. Max had been perched on the rooftop across the street for several hours, observing as the building shut down and the staff left for the night. She checked her watch, noting that it was now almost midnight.

Showtime, she whispered. 

She aimed a long, tubular device with a grappling hook protruding from the end at the rooftop of the opposite building. She squeezed the trigger mechanism and the grapple shot out, trailing a thin wire behind it. There was a faint clang as the grapple reached the other building, and Max gave the wire a tug. The wire gave for a moment, then stopped as the hook snagged on the low wall surrounding the other buildings roof.  Max pulled hard, making sure the grapple was well-seated, then secured her end of the wire to a chimney on her rooftop. When she finished, a tightrope stretched across the street between the two buildings.  She checked the street below, but there was no trace of any observers. She stepped lightly onto the wire and, with feline grace, made her way across. Once there, she located a door that gave access to the building, and in moments she had it open and was inside. 

Im in, she whispered.

The offices are on the fourth floor. Logans voice sounded in her ear. Find the casting office.

Im on it. Max made short work of the stairs and was soon peering out into the fourth-floor hallway.  She began checking offices, but none of them appeared to be what she was looking for. As she was about to step back out into the hallway, she heard faint footsteps. She ducked back into an office as a beam of light swept the hallway outside. 

Logan, I thought you said there was no inside security, she whispered.

Not supposed to be.

Tell that to the guard whos coming down the hallway. Max flattened herself against the wall next to the door as she saw the knob begin to turn.  The door opened and the watchman shone his light into the office. As he was about to swing it in Maxs direction, the radio on his belt crackled and came to life with a familiar voice.

...possible break-in attempt at rear door...it out...repeat check it...now... The guard muttered a curse, then turned and left. 

Damn, Logan, whyd you do that? I wanted some exercise, Max complained. 

The idea is not to let them know someones been snooping around, Max, she heard Logan chuckle in her ear. 

Spoilsport.

Find those files and get out. I dont know how long hell be gone and I cant pull that trick again. Ill hack the surveillance cameras and warn you if he heads back your way.

Right, boss. 

The next office Max went into proved to be the one she was looking for. Opening a file cabinet, she saw files labeled with names, and when she opened one, it contained an application to be on the show. The first one was stamped REJECTED, as were the next few she opened. Finally she found a drawer that contained files stamped APPROVED.

Got em. What am I looking for?

See if there are any notes in the files. How do they select contestants? 

Hang on while I read these. Max was silent as she swiftly perused one file after another.  

Max, get out of there now." Logans voice was urgent in her ear, and she didnt wait. She dropped the file she was holding back into the drawer and swiftly closed the cabinet. She started toward the door, but then she saw the light shining through the frosted glass pane next to it.  Turning, she ran to one of the windows of the office and quickly pushed it open.  When the guard opened the office door and played his light across the office, all was dark and quiet.  On the street below, a motorcycle roared to life. 

Max spoke into her throat mike as she sped through the dark streets.

I have it, Logan. Every one of the contestants they accepted checked off that they live alone, and didnt list any immediate family on their applications.

So theres no one to wonder when they suddenly vanish. I bet their employers get a letter of resignation saying they dont need to work anymore. Very neat.

Yeah. Hey, look, I gotta pay attention  dont want some sector pig grabbin my baby again. You need me for anything else tonight?  

There was a pause, and then Logan answered, Nah, its late. Think Ill get some sleep. Ill see you tomorrow. Night, Max.

Night, Logan, Max said, disappointment clear in her voice.

The Ninja roared off into the night.

END OF ACT II

Joshuas House - same evening

When Gem opened the door and entered the house, Joshuas head showed up in the doorframe to the bedroom, and he whispered, Elfie fell asleep. I sang her a good-night song and she fell asleep.

Good job, Joshua. Gem smiled tiredly and sat down in the big armchair.

Joshua nodded. Gotta make sure shes under the covers.

Gem watched him disappear into the bedroom again and leaned back, rubbing her eyes and her forehead with the palms of her hands, trying to relax a little. She looked up when there came a knock at the door. Alec appeared.

Hey, Gem!

Hey. Whats up? Finished work?

Alec took one of the chairs and straddled it backward. 

Dont talk about work with me. Normals been at his best and made us pedal all day. I asked for one of the motorbike messenger jobs, but he told me that at least I should be able to ride a bike.

Normal, prejudiced? Gem asked, surprised.

Nah, I think its more the pressure he gets from his customers," Alec explained.  "I wish I could just quit and work somewhere else, someplace without so much transgenic history.

Gem laughed sarcastically. Dont even think about it. Ive been doing nothing but try to find a job the last few days, but nobodys going to employ a single mother without professional experience and no proper education. Unless youre planning to join the Army, you should stay at Jam Pony.

Come on, Gem, it cant be that bad. Alec smiled at her, but his eyes gave away the fact that he was just trying to console her. Were strong, fast, clever...

Yeah, Alec, were strong, fast, most of the people out there think were dangerous, and ya know what? Theyre right. We were trained in undercover ops; we can go out there and spy and kill everybody without getting arrested, Gem shot back at him, then hesitated. Sorry, she apologized. Its not your fault.

Alec nodded, not sure what to say, especially since Joshua had come back and obviously heard Gems last sentences.

Still no job for Gem? he asked.

Gem shook her head and smiled sadly. No, Joshua, still no job for me.

But if youre good at undercover ops, why dont you find a job like that? 

His innocent question made even Alec smile, and he explained, Undercover ops at Manticore usually ended in killing somebody, big guy. Not a good thing to do.

But you dont have to kill somebody. I watch movies; there are always these men in trench coats, spying and investigating. They dont always kill.

Gem nodded. Private investigators. Yeah, Joshua, youre right. They exist and they dont kill unless they have to. But none of them is going to employ us. Were still transgenics, after all.

Alec nodded, deep in thought, until a huge smile showed on his face. 

So if nobodys going to employ us, why dont we get self-employed? he suggested with a grin.

Gem looked confused. Self-employed? Youre kidding. What do you wanna do? Make hamburgers for the freaks in Terminal City?

Cooking? Me? Wasnt on my schedule, but I think Joshua already had the right idea. We were trained at undercover ops, right? And you said that no private investigator would give us a job. So lets start our own PI agency.

Joshua got really excited. Great, Alec! he shouted, until he remembered sleeping Elfie and put his hand on his mouth.

Gem smiled too. Yeah, thats really a good idea. You can use all your charm to get us clients. We can work with freelance transgenics; I can organize the jobs and get the right people to do them. This could really work.

Not 'could', Gem, it will work, Alec stated.

Gem and Alec have new jobs, Joshua said. Joshuas gonna take care of Elfie.

 

Seattle Superstar Show Offices, Seattle  December 2, afternoon

Original Cindy made sure the small device Logan had given her was in place before she stepped in front of the reception desk.

Can I help you? the pretty, young woman asked.

Original Cindy nodded. Sure can, sistah. Im here for an interview for this show ya make. 

Seattle Superstar?

Yeah, that one.

The young woman nodded and checked a file. You must be Cynthia McEachin. The casting office is on the fourth floor. Second door on the right.

Original Cindy nodded and went toward the elevator. When the door opened, she stepped inside, sighing quietly, Logan, I really hope ya know what were doing here.

Original Cindy, I always know what Im doing, came Logans unexpected answer in her ear, and she jumped. Luckily, the elevator car was empty.

Boy, youre killing me. I remembered to check the bug on my shirt, but this thing in my ear is making me crazy. Im still not expecting you to be in my head, Original Cindy muttered.

The miracles of modern technology. Just make sure you dont forget what we told you. No friends, no family, you live on your own.

Yeah, I know. No prob. Logan, need to shut my mouth now, Original Cindy whispered. Im there. 

Were with you, Logan calmed her. Were parked just in front of the building, and if things go sideways, Max will be there.


In Logans car in front of the building

...Max will be there. Logan finished speaking into the comm unit and looked over to Max on the seat next to him. You sure shes gonna do a good job? he asked her.

OC? Max questioned disbelievingly. Logan, I believe she was an actress in a former life. Whats wrong with you?

Logan didnt answer, listening to the interview being transmitted from the casting office to a small speaker. Smith and Jones? he muttered. Those are the worst fake names I ever heard, he said to nobody specific, when he heard the casting people introduce themselves.

Max wasnt as fascinated by Original Cindys interview as Logan was and kept staring out the side window, until she got restless and turned to face him. Logan, shes doing great. Why are you so tense?

Logan couldnt stand the look on her face and looked away, staring out the windshield.  Only his fingers tapping on the steering wheel gave away his nervousness.

You remember when you promised you'd tell me if something was wrong? Max asked. Youre not really worried about Original Cindy, are you? 

Logan shrugged. I dont like putting her in danger.

In an interview? You put yourself in more danger than this every day. Not only in Terminal City, but all the time Ive known you. Even after the shooting, you didnt stop. Always worried about others, never about yourself.

Logan sighed. Max, myself is nothing to be worried about. Im fine, he said, still staring out of the car.

Yeah? So why do you wear the exo when youre just driving? Max asked, annoyed.

Because it might get dangerous and I might have to leave the car. See, I didnt even switch it on, Logan mumbled back, showing her the switch.

Max nodded, placed her hand behind his neck, and gently forced him to look at her. Is that why youre using the hand controls? she asked him as carefully as her temper allowed.

Stop it, okay? The exo is heavy when its switched off.  Makes it hard to drive, was Logans awkward explanation. 

Why dont you switch it on, then? Max suggested.

Logan groaned. Max, just dont. I dont wanna talk about the exo anymore, okay? 

Wahoo, back to square one, Max said, masking her disappointment at his response with sarcasm, as she returned to stare out  the window again. She sighed, her reflection in the window looking small and forlorn, belying her careless words.

 

Inside the Casting Office - same time

Original Cindy knocked and entered the room. Hey, names Original Cindy. Youre lookin at Seattles new superstar, she said, smiling, and the two men who had been waiting inside the office stood up to shake hands.

Original Cindy, nice to meet you.  I'm Robert Smith, and this is Michael Jones, the older man said with a greasy smile, introducing himself and the younger man next to him. Did you fill out the application form? 

The younger man, a guy in his early thirties, nodded. Yeah, she did. Ive got it here. It says your name is Cynthia McEachin, though.

Thats right, but my stage names Original Cindy.

Michael smiled. So youre planning on doing some stand-up comedy? When Original Cindy nodded, he continued, Could you give us a sample?

Original Cindy nodded. I could, but I dont think I will. Boy, youd know all the good jokes before the show. 

Both men laughed with her, and Robert said, Thats right. So no sample. Youre working at Jam Pony, is that right?

As right as Im standing here. But Id quit that sorry job as fast as nobody has ever quit a job before if I won on your show, she answered.

Already made plans for the money? Michael asked.

Plans? I almost already spent it all. See, I used to live with this friend of mine.  Turned out shes a transgenic. A minute later I had my stuff packed. Can ya believe she lied to me all this time? Now I got this new crib, but its really expensive...

I see, Robert nodded with understanding, making notes in the file Michael had handed him. Those transgenics are everywhere, arent they? Wish they were still holed up in Terminal City. Id feel a lot safer in this town.

Original Cindy shrugged and didnt say anything about the topic until Robert continued.

Looks like youre a good candidate for our show, but you understand that we have a lot of applicants for every show and cant tell you right away if youre going to be on it.

Original Cindy nodded as he kept talking.

The last thing, Original Cindy, is the entry fee. A show like this is expensive, so we have to charge our applicants in advance. Is that okay? Robert asked.

Yeah, I understand that. The application form said that you need $5,000?

Robert nodded. Unfortunately, yes. We hope that one day well be able to run this show without financial support.

Hey, five large is a lot of money, but Im plannin on winnin and gettin back much more, Original Cindy smiled, while she took the envelope Logan had given her out of her pocket. 

Robert took the money. Thanks a lot. I hope well meet again soon.

I hope so too, Original Cindy nodded. She shook both mens hands before she left the office.

Back in the elevator, she leaned against the mirror on the back wall and murmured, Thats it. Im coming back.

 

In Logans car in front of the building

Thats it. Im coming back, Original Cindys voice crackled through the speakers.

A minute later, the back door opened and Original Cindy climbed into the car. What happened? You can cut the tension in this car with a knife! she asked, watching Max and Logan in the front with a confused look. 

Nothing! Max and Logan shot back in unison.

 

Jam Pony

Max pushed her bike down the ramp at Jam Pony and leaned it against the wall. 

Hey, missy, ready for the next run? Normal shouted at her, but Max only waved her hand and went over to the tables. Max, there are packages to be delivered!

Finally she turned to Normal and shouted back, I know, Normal. But even a transgenic can only take so many insults in a day. Im on break.

Normal sighed, but he stopped shouting and answered the ringing telephone instead.

Max sat down next to Original Cindy and stretched out her arms.

So many insults? Original Cindy asked her.

Max grimaced. Dont talk about it. Have you heard from the casting committee?

Nah, not yet. Want a sandwich? Original Cindy offered. Before Max could answer, Normal shouted again.

Hey, Original Cindy! Theres somebody on the line, says he needs to talk to you. 

Original Cindy jumped up and went over to her boss, giving Max a meaningful look. Before Normal could start, she told him, Yeah, I know this is a business phone. Wont take long and Im on my lunch break anyway.

She grabbed the phone and said, Yeah?

Original Cindy? a male voice asked.

Whos this? 

This is Michael Jones from Seattle Superstar. I called to tell you that you made it.

I did? Original Cindy asked, surprised, waving Max to come closer.

Youll be on this weeks show. Just make sure that youre on time. The show starts at five, so make sure you show up no later than four, okay? 

Original Cindy smiled. Sure thing. Thanks for calling!

When she hung up, she turned to Max, who stood next to her.  Overheard? 

Max nodded. Yeah, so youre in?

Im in. You gonna call Logan?


Sector 5 - that afternoon 

Are you sure this is a good idea? Gem asked Alec, who was walking along the street next to her.

You got a better idea? We cant really afford to rent an office in the high-rise district, and I dont think we want to end up searching Seattles newspapers for offices to rent, cause we cant afford them either. Do you have a better idea than to walk around and look for a place to set up? If so, tell me.

Gem, who had stopped, groaned but sped up to stay next to him. She almost ran past him when he suddenly stopped.

What do you think about this place? Alec asked, gesturing toward the huge windows of an abandoned laundromat. 

You need to do the laundry? Gem asked, raising her eyebrows.

The perfect place, isnt it? Looks like a laundromat from the street, but Im sure this place has got an office in the back. Lets check it out! Alec didnt wait for Gems reaction, but went to the back of the building and picked the lock of the back door to let himself in. 

The room he stood in was indeed an office of some kind, or rather it used to be. There were some shelves and cabinets left, but most of the furniture had been destroyed. The table was broken, and files and papers were lying around. Alec stepped through the door on the other side--a pair of red swing doors with a round window in each one--and entered the room they had seen from the street. The washing machines had all seen better days, but most of them looked as if they could be repaired. When Alec flipped the light switch, green neon tubing flickered in the windows and made Gem, who had finally followed Alec, shiver. 

Huh, this light is horrible. And this place is a mess, she commented.

We made Terminal City livable, so we can do it with this place, too, Alec told her.

I have to admit that a laundromat has its advantages, Gem said. Think of all the transgenics who dont know where to wash their clothes. They can do it here while we work in the back office.

Alec grinned. I can already read it in the window: Wash your clothes for $2.50  10% discount for transgenics.

Gem aughed and nodded. Yeah, something like that. So what are we gonna call our little business? 

Aww, we can figure that out later, Alec answered. But does that mean were moving in? 

Gem smiled. Theres even a manhole out back. Joshua can use the manhole behind his house to come and visit. 

Yeah, Joshua come and visit. They heard a voice behind them and turned around to face the canine transhuman. 

Joshua?! Gem asked surprised. How did you get here?

Hiding in the shadows, he answered. Needed to know where youre going. I like this place.

Gem nodded. Its strange, but yeah, I like it too. So where are we going to start? she asked. We need to clean everything up, repair the things we need and throw away those we dont. But even though we can still use a lot of these things, Im afraid  there are investments to be made, and I dont have any money.

Joshuas face turned sad. Joshua doesnt have any money either. Then his face lightened. Maybe Alec can sell some of my paintings?

Alec shook his head and winked. Not necessary. I think I can provide up-front money. Ive been dying to exercise the old breaking-and-entering skillset.So, we gonna get started?

Gem and Joshua nodded, smiling in anticipation. 


Joshuas House- evening

Joshua sat in the armchair in his living room and tried to read a book, but his eyes were always searching the window. Finally he stood up and walked over to it, staring out until he saw Gem coming home. She was carrying two big bags.

He went to the door and opened it to let her in, making sure he couldnt be seen from the street.

Hey, he greeted her.

Hey, Joshua. Can you help me with these bags?

Whats in there? he asked.

Stuff for the agency. Alec sent me shopping, she smiled, handing Joshua one of the bags.

He took it and followed Gem to the kitchen, where he put the bag on the table and returned to the living room. Gem stayed in the kitchen for a moment, watching Joshua leave, then followed him out.

Joshua was sitting in the armchair again, staring into space.

Gem stepped beside him. What are you doing? she wanted to know.

Nothing, Joshua answered shortly.

Why? Gem continued asking. 

Because theres nothing for me to do. I tucked Elfie in and cleaned up the house.

So why dont you read a book, or paint? Gem suggested.

She stepped back when Joshua suddenly jumped up and gestured wildly. 

Because Im bored with painting. Its the only thing I can do. Take care of Elfie and paint. I want to do more, but its too dangerous out there. Moles right--itll always be the sewers for Joshua. Or the basement, he shouted angrily. 

But Joshua, its... Gem started, but her tall friend interrupted her.

No, stop it. Joshua wants a job like Gem and Alec. I want to help set up the agency; I want to be a private investigator, too. Not only a babysitter.

Gem waited patiently for Joshua to calm down, and finally he stood in front of the window again, looking sad.

She put her hand on his arm and spoke quietly. But its not the right time, Joshua. Not yet. Right now youre helping me so much with taking care of Elfie. I wouldnt know how to do anything else if you werent there, she assured her friend, who looked down at her. His look was still sad, but hope gleamed in his eyes.

You think that one day I wont have to hide anymore? 

Yeah, I believe that one day, transhumans will be equal members of American society, she said, smiling reassuringly. But until then, you have to be careful. I promise, though, that youll be our guest at the agency opening party.

A party? Joshua asked, surprised.

Yeah, were gonna have a party once everythings finished.

A smile crept up Joshuas face. Cool.

END OF ACT III

Television Studio

"Ready?" Logan asked Original Cindy, as he pulled the Aztek up to the door of the studio.  

"Be more ready if I was packin'," Original Cindy replied, shooting a pointed look at Max, who just smiled and shook her head.

"Chill, will ya?  I told you, there's no way you could get a piece through security.  You know I got your back. Now go, or you'll be late."  

Cindy jumped out of the backseat of the car and gave them a sassy wave before heading into the building. Logan put the car in gear and drove around to the back, stopping behind a dumpster.  "Your turn," he told Max. "I'll set up here."  

He stuck his hand in his shirt pocket and came up with two comm links, one of which he handed to Max.

Max glanced down at their hands as he passed her the link, and then looked up, catching him doing the same thing. Their eyes locked for a moment.

Max leaned against the desk in Logans computer room. Logan reached over and handed her a couple of comms. They held each other's hands for a moment.

"This will wait, right?" she asked, staring into his eyes.

"We have all the time in the world," he replied, smiling at her, his eyes promising her that and more.

Max shook herself free of the memory and took the comm from his hand, letting her fingers brush against his.

"Keep in touch," Logan said softly. 

"Always," she replied, giving him a quick kiss on the lips and hopping out.  She stuck the comm link in her ear and headed away from the car, already in stealth mode.  Keeping her eyes peeled, she headed to a steel door and tried the knob, but it was locked.  "Great," she muttered.  

"What?" Logan whispered in her ear through the comm.  

"My lock-picking skills are kind of rusty," she told him.  "Wasting time when I need to be in there, keeping an eye on things."  

Despite her complaint, she got the door open in just a few seconds and crept inside.  The door opened into a dark hallway, which she followed until she came to a large opening into the ventilation system.  "Okay, you in yet?" she whispered to Logan.  

"Yep.  I'm blocking the signals from their security cameras and heat sensors, so they won't be able to spot you.  Got a pretty fancy system for a TV show."  Logan looked at his laptop and watched the red blob that was Max appear on a diagram of the building.  "Okay, you can go in there, and I'll direct you to the backstage area. You should be able to come out on the catwalks there and stay hidden."  

"Why do you always get to stay in the car and I get to crawl around in the air ducts?" Max asked him as she lifted the vent cover and crawled in. 

 

The Green Room

Original Cindy was ushered into the guest waiting room by a surly man in a black suit, and she looked nervous until she caught sight of her fellow contestants.  Then her slightly anxious look turned to serious irritation. "What are you doin' here, fool?"

"OC!" Sketchy, caught off-guard, turned his look of surprise into a broad smile and hurried over to her.  "This is great!  Why didn't you tell us you were gonna be on the show?"  

"Me?  What about you?  You missin' a chance to try to impress the girls, something's gotta be up," Original Cindy snapped.

Sketchy grinned conspiratorially.  "Yeah, I wanted to tell, but I'm" he stopped and looked over his shoulder furtively, lowered his voice and continued, "undercover.  This is gonna be my big break.  Max was always keeping me from reporting on the transgenics, so I went to my editor and asked him to get me on this show to do an exclusive feature  you know, behind the scenes?  Show's so popular, I figured people would eat it up."  

Original Cindy rolled her eyes and sighed.  "And you just had to choose today, didn't you?"  

"This is so cool," Sketchy continued, oblivious to her exasperation.  "Hey, we gotta promise each other, we won't let this affect our friendship, okay?"  

Original Cindy snorted.  "Sketchy, look...just do me a favor  as soon as this is over, get the hell out of here, okay?"  

His smile faltered.  "Why?  Why are you here, anyway?  You freelancing too?  'Cause I know we're friends, but I can't let you steal my idea" 

"Don't tax your already-overburdened brain with the details," Original Cindy replied.  "Just try to pay attention.  You ain't gonna win, so soon as the confetti falls, make for the door and don't look back."  

"What do you mean, I'm not going to win?  You don't even know what my talent is," Sketchy said, sounding hurt.  

Original Cindy started to say something, then stopped and looked at him.  "Only talent you got is making a perfect 10 mess out of everything you get yourself into."  

 

Catwalk Above Backstage

Max quietly opened the metal grate covering the air duct and slid out onto the catwalk.  "Nice, Logan.  Just like you said," she whispered.  

"Did you expect anything less?" he answered distractedly, typing on the keyboard and staring at the laptop screen.  

"Everything set up for the hack?"  Max asked.

"Leave it to me," Logan told her with assurance.  "Just cover Original Cindy."

"Piece of cake," Max told him.  She looked around, trying to get her bearings.  She was backstage, but she could see the stage from her vantage point above the ground.  Max crept along the metal walkway, trying to stay inconspicuous.  She found a dark corner to stand in, and crossed her arms, trying to get comfortable.

 

Main Stage

The contestants were led onto the stage fifteen minutes after Max arrived.  She watched first the preparation, then the show as it unfolded. She stifled a yawn more than once as the host droned on and on, but perked up when the contestants began their talent routines.  The first contestant was a pretty, young, Asian woman who sang a peppy pop tune while wearing a skimpy, sequined dress.  Max watched Original Cindy roll her eyes, and laughed silently.  

Next, Original Cindy was up.  Max watched with glee as her friend sauntered up to the microphone and started cracking jokes.  It took a few seconds to get the audience warmed up, but soon they were laughing and clapping after every few words.  

"So why y'all think most women have such low self-esteem, and men think they the bomb, even though they ugly enough to make a dog keel over from a heart attack?  Well, I'll tell you.  It's 'cause all little girls play with Barbie.  I mean, if this chick was real, she'd be seven feet tall and weigh 92 pounds.  And 53 pounds of that would be her rack!"  The audience cracked up, men hooting and women laughing in agreement.  

"No wonder most women think animal control gonna throw a net over 'em and haul 'em off to the pound any minute.  Meanwhile, little boys are playing with these tough-guy superheroes.  I remember my brother had one that was half-man, half-bug, right?  Okay, totally hideous, but he's kickin' some bad-guy butt, so he's cool. You can bet yo' ass he's not saying to the other bug guys, 'You think these wings make my hips look too big?'" 

Max started to laugh, but stifled it as a stagehand walked right underneath her.  He stopped and looked up, but he didn't see her in the shadows and kept going. 

When Max turned her attention back to the stage, Original Cindy was still going strong.  "My friend Herbal Thought used to have this expression  'It's all good, all the time.'  I'm tellin' you, didn't matter if he got fired, or his woman cheated on him, or one of his friends was trapped inside a hotel, being held hostage by a madman. It was 'all good, all the time.'  But see, my man was a bit of a pothead.  You eat enough of those 'magic' brownies, and sure enough, things look 'all good,' you know what I'm saying?" she asked with an exaggerated wink at the audience.

"...Well, we got some good news and some bad news the other day.  The good news is, Congress says they only gonna raise taxes on the rich folks.  Bad news is, they tellin' us now we all rich!"  The crowd tittered. "Well, damn!  Wish they'd 'a told me I was rich!  Here I thought I was livin' in a condemned building 'cause I couldn't afford to pay rent.  Come to find out, these suckers in Congress think all us squatters are 'ghetto chic.' Know what?  I think they been eatin' too many of my man Herbal's magic brownies!"  

The bell sounded, signaling that time was up, and Original Cindy took a bow while the audience roared with laughter and clapped loudly.  She passed Sketchy on the way back, and smiled at him. "Top that, sucka."

Max's eyes grew wide as she watched Sketchy open a large instrument case and pull out a beautifully shined and obviously expensive cello.  He sat on a chair that they had brought out and began playing a haunting classical melody.  Max watched Original Cindy's mouth drop open in shock, and they both listened, dumbfounded, to Sketchy's flawless performance.  

When it was over, the audience went wild. It was obvious that Sketchy was the favorite.  Max muttered to herself, "Hope Logan knows what he's doing."  In preparation, she started to move into position so she'd be ready for anything once the show was over.  She found a ladder in a corner and started climbing down.  Once at the edge of the stage, she slipped behind a curtain and kept her ears alert.  

The audience voted, and after a few minutes, the host announced the winner.  "Mr. Calvin Theodore, for his bravura performance on the cello!  You're our grand-prize winner!"  

Behind the curtain, Max's mouth dropped open in shock.  "Logan!" she whispered furiously.  No response.  She tapped the comm. "Logan!" she hissed again, more loudly this time.  

Suddenly the curtain was yanked back, and Max found herself face-to-face with one of the burly stagehands, a goateed, muscled man in a black tee shirt.  "What are you doing?" he asked angrily.  The noise of the audience and the show's ending music drowned him out.  

Max smiled winningly.  "Uh, sorry, guess I got lost on the way to the bathroom," she stammered.  

"No audience is allowed backstage," he growled, and grabbed her arm.  

Max looked over toward the stage, then back at the stagehand.  "Sorry, buddy, I can't go with you.  I got my homegirl's back, you know?"  She forcibly removed his arm from hers, then elbowed him in the mouth.  She started to move toward the stage, but she was soon surrounded by several more goons.  Sighing, she began kicking and fighting. 

When the last goon fell, Max looked around and saw Original Cindy running over to her.  "Come on, girl, we gotta go.  Sketchy's gone."  

"Damn it," Max swore.  "Which way did they go?"  

 

Back Entrance

Logan sat cursing his computer.  "Max?" he spoke into the comm, with no response.  He brought up another screen, filled with a wavy green line, similar to a heart monitor.  "Their transmissions are blocking our comm frequency," he muttered. 

He continued to type furiously, but nothing seemed to be working.  He exhaled impatiently, then looked up as he saw a door open.  He peered more closely through the dim glow of a single streetlight and saw three big guys in black tee shirts hurry a fourth person out of the building.  "What the hell..." he breathed, as Sketchy's face came into view.  The men quickly shoved Sketchy into the back of a black van.

"Max?"  Logan repeated, but again there was only silence.  He looked around for a second, trying to make up his mind.  As the van pulled away, he put the Aztek in gear, following at a safe distance.

 

Sector 8, near the docks

Logan followed the van to a section of Seattle near the waterfront. The broken-down warehouses looked almost as derelict as Terminal City, although the area was not fenced off or restricted.

The van turned sharply and vanished into one of the buildings. Logan pulled into an alley and parked the Aztek in the shadows. He made sure the exoskeleton was securely in place, then reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a gun.

Max? He tried to reach Max over his comm, but was met by silence. Leaving the transmit button turned on, he checked to be sure his gun was loaded, with the safety off, and began to make his way to the spot where he had seen the van vanish. There was a scuttling noise, and Logan looked down to see a rat nearly the size of a housecat run across his foot. The creature paused and looked at him with beady, glinting eyes, but when he made a shooing motion in its direction, it quickly disappeared into the shadows. 

The ground was littered with trash and Logan walked carefully, keeping to the shadows of the buildings, trying to avoid stepping on anything that might give away his presence.  When he reached the building into which the van had driven, he cautiously peered around the front of it.

There were no guards in sight, and he slowly slid around the corner, hugging the wall, until he reached the opening.  There was no door remaining, and the opening to the building was a gaping black hole.

Max? Logan whispered once more, only to be met with silence. He tightened his grip on his gun and entered the warehouse, staying close to the walls, making his way by feeling along the wall with his free hand. 

Logan? Where are you? Maxs voice came across the comm. What happened?

The broadcast blocked my transmissions and stopped me from hacking the show. I saw three goons come out with Sketchy and throw him into a van, so I followed them to a warehouse about two blocks from the water in Sector 8. Its off Elliott Avenue near the docks around 15th Avenue.

Ill get there as fast as I can. Max paused. Logan, be careful. Dont take any chances.

I wont. As they were speaking, Logan had made his way to the back of the warehouse. There was a wooden partition in front of him and he could hear voices on the other side.

What are we waiting for? Why not just waste him already?

Morrie thought he saw a car behind us as we pulled in here. I sent him out to check.

There was a soft click, and Logan felt the barrel of a gun pressed against his back.

Drop your piece, hands up, and walk straight ahead, buddy. The voice was a growl in his ear.  Logan complied and his unseen captor pushed him forward around the partition. Sketchy was slumped in a chair, hands and legs bound, with a blindfold over his eyes.

Two men stood nearby.

 

Alley, Outside the Broadcast Studios

Drop your piece, hands up, and walk straight ahead, buddy.

Max cursed silently as she heard Logans captors voice come over her comm. OC, I gotta blaze...can you find a ride home?

Sure thing, sugah.

Max was gone before the words were out of Original Cindys mouth, running in a blur down the alley. She reached the main street and spotted what was clearly a biker bar, with about twenty Harleys parked outside. Within moments, she had one hotwired and she peeled out, sending the bike roaring across Seattle. When a sector checkpoint loomed in front of her, she simply ignored it and kept going, giving the officers on duty no time to do more than run out and stare after her smoking exhaust trail. 

When she reached the location Logan had given her, Max leaned the bike she had liberated against the alley wall beside the Aztek. She focused her night vision and ran down the block to the warehouse that seemed like the most likely candidate, based on Logans description. In the growing dark, her speed, combined with her black catsuit, made her nearly invisible to any watching eyes. When she reached the warehouse, she stopped and cautiously looked into the opening. 

 

Warehouse in Sector 8

Told ya we was followed, Logans captor growled.

Who is he?

Undercover cop, maybe?  The three looked Logan over.  One of them gave him a cursory pat-down, being careful not to get in the way of the gun his partner was holding on Logan.  

Hes clean. Except for this. He yanked the comm out of Logans ear and threw it on the floor, grinding it underneath his boot.

The one who seemed to be in charge looked him up and down. Damn. Wonder who he was wired to.

What do we do, Rennie? the third man spoke. Waste him along with the other one?

Probably, but I gotta check in with the boss first. Rennie turned and spoke directly to Logan. Who you working with? Sector pigs? Feds?

Logan just stared at him, refusing to answer. His captor grunted in disgust, and pulled out a cell phone as he walked to the far corner. Sketchy remained slumped in the chair, apparently unconscious.

After a few minutes, Rennie returned. Gil says to waste him. We got friends in the cops and there aint no investigation goin on. So it dont matter who he was talking to. Hell just be another dead freak. Bring the tattoo gun. 

Logan noticed that Sketchys neck bore a distinct barcode. Two of the men grabbed Logan's arms and pulled them behind him, snapping on a pair of cuffs. They pushed him roughly to his knees, and one pushed his head down, baring the back of his neck. 

Logan braced for the feel of the laser-powered tattoo gun on his neck, but there was silence.  

Morrie let out a string of curses. Batteries are dead. Now what do we do?

Theres another one in the van, charged. Get it, Morrie. Get some extra weights for the body as well. 

Morrie ambled off to get the equipment, leaving Logan kneeling on the floor. 

He returned quickly, carrying a sack in one hand and the tattoo gun in the other. Got it, he said, dropping the sack and holding up the gun.

Takes about two minutes to warm up, then we take care of this clown, shoot them both and dump them in the bay.  Sally, bring the other one down to the water while we give this one his tattoo. Well be along in a minute.

Should I shoot im or wait for you?

Wait. Well take care of em both at once.

Sally lifted Sketchy and tossed his unconscious body over his shoulder, then headed out a rear door.

That should be ready. Give our friend his beauty mark, Rennie directed Morrie, who began to lower the tattoo gun to Logans neck.

Ooh, can I join the party? Maxs voice rang out.  The two men turned to stare at her as she stood there, hands on hips, smiling at them. Morrie pulled a 9 mm and held it on Logan.

Who the hell are you, babe? Rennie demanded.

Im Max. Max sauntered forward provocatively, keeping the mens eyes glued to her every move.  

Well, Max, if you want some fun and games, wed be happy to oblige, but we gotta take care of our friend first. Rennie ran his eyes over her body and leered.

Whatcha doing to him? Max moved closer, working the obvious lust in the mens eyes.

Hes gettin one a them barcodes like the freaks got, Morrie informed her.

You mean like this one? With that, Max turned and whipped her hair up, exposing her barcode. Before the men could react, she continued in the turn, kicking out and sending the gun flying from Morries hand.  Rennie had his own gun out, but Max jumped in the air and simultaneously somersaulted as she flew over their heads. She landed behind their backs, facing them, standing between them and Logan, who had scrambled to his feet. 

Stay back, Logan, she hissed, as she threw herself into a forward handspring. The two thugs were just turning to face her as she came down, and she caught both of them in the face with her feet, sending them flying backward into the wall.  They hit, slid down, and stayed down, slumped in heaps against the partition.

Keeping a wary eye on the two, Max went to Logan and, with a snap, broke the cuffs holding his wrists. Piece of cheap junk. She threw them aside in disgust.  Logan scooped up the guns the goons had dropped, and followed her to the wall. 

Moe and Larryll keep a minute. Seen any rope around here? she asked.

They might have more cuffs in the van. They seem to be well supplied. Let me look. Within moments, Logan was back with two pairs of handcuffs.  Max had dragged the two men to a support pillar, and she and Logan quickly cuffed them together around it. 

That oughta hold em until the sector police arrive. I alerted Matt Sung on my way here, Logan told her. 

Good thing you didnt count on them being in time for the rescue, Max observed. Wheres Sketchy? 

The third Stooge took him outside to wait.  

Ill get him. Did Sketchy see you?

No, he was blindfolded and unconscious.

Good. Dont want him connecting you and our omniscient friend when this all comes out. She winked at him.

The sound of approaching sirens intruded on the silence of the warehouse.

Sounds like Matts almost here. Why dont I head out to the Aztek while you take care of Curly out back? 

In a sec. Max walked over and smacked Logan on the chest. I told you to be careful. What the hell were you thinking? 

Logan stared down at her, then grinned. Same thing youre thinking when you go charging into trouble? Max just glared at him. The sirens were right outside, their wails growing louder. Logan met her stare straight on, then leaned down, taking her by surprise, and kissed her, hard.

Thanks, Max.  He took a deep breath and then said, Max, theres something I need to talk to you about...

A car door slammed, and they heard voices and footsteps coming closer.

Police, Matts voice called out, echoing in the empty warehouse. They could see a flashlight beam through cracks in the partition.

Cmon, Logan, we gotta blaze. Neither one of us needs to be seen here. Max pulled him after her, out the rear door. Meet you at the car in five minutes. 

She was gone in a blur, toward the water, and Logan quickly headed back to the Aztek.

 

Laundromat, Sector 5 - December 4th, evening

The chaotic office behind the laundromat had been turned into a clean and neat one. The walls had been painted and the broken shelves had been repaired. Two new desks, each with a computer and a telephone, had replaced the old one. On a cabinet in the back stood a TV.

Gem put some bottles and glasses on a desk and grabbed a bag to pull out some crackers.  When Alec entered the office through the swing doors, he asked, Everything ready?

Did you put up the sign? she wanted to know, looking over behind the desk where Elfie lay  in an old baby-carriage. Saying this is a private investigation agency? 

Alec nodded. Yeah, above this door, as we planned it, he confirmed. Were gonna put up a sign at the front window when the laundromat is running again, and we've figured out a name for the agency."

Yep, Gem nodded. So were ready for the party, she concluded, and opened the back door.

Startled, she jumped back in and went into alarm mode, only to realize that Joshua must have been waiting in front of the door. 

Hey, Joshua. she greeted him, breathing deeply.

Hey, Gem.  Hey, Alec. Joshua said, and entered. Looks much better than the last time Joshua was here.

The doors on the other side swung open and Original Cindy and Sketchy entered. Original Cindy hugged Gem and said, This place is really cool. I cant believe youre starting your own business.

Better than being a bike messenger, right, Sketchy? Alec asked, and Sketchy nodded.

So much better. Hey, listen, if you ever need help from a journalist... he started, but he was interrupted by Max, who entered hand-in-hand with Logan.

...theyll both know better than to call you, she laughed and hugged everyone. Props on getting your own agency, she told Gem and Alec. Did you two know that this used to be a private investigation agency before? I can't believe you ended up here, of all places..." she said.

Alec looked surprised. Really? How do you know?

Max shrugged and looked at Logan. Had some dealings with the old tenant.

Gem whistled. Now I know what all those files were for. What happened to the guy?

Max shrugged and said, Not the right topic for a party. Crossed the wrong people. But you can be sure that he wont come here lookin to get his place back.

His place back? somebody repeated from the doorframe. Turning , the group saw Ginger standing there. She stepped toward Original Cindy and tried a weak smile. 

A moment of hesitation passed before Original Cindy answered, Hey, and gave her a quick kiss. 

Okay, so lets start the party and have a drink, Gem suggested, handing Alec a bottle of champagne. 

Is everybody here? Alec asked.  He smiled when the door opened again. Hey, Asha.

Hey, everyone, she greeted back, smiling when Alec came to hug her. 

He started to open the bottle. Just as the cork popped up and flew against the ceiling, the door opened again and Matt Sung entered. He stopped when he saw Joshua, but Logan came over to him and smiled. Hey, Matt. Glad you could make it.

Hey, Logan. Max, Alec, Gem, Joshua, he greeted everybody he knew. Hey, Original Cindy.

Logan introduced him to the rest. This is Asha and Ginger. Oh, and the baby in the carriage is Elfie.  

Alec handed everybody a glass of champagne and said, Thanks to Logan for doing all the paperwork for us, and Matt for helping us with the PI license. Without them, we wouldnt get started for a year. The officials in this town are still no big fans of the transgenic species.

Matt shrugged. Theyre no big fans of anybody who isnt as corrupt as they are.

Max raised her glass and said, To Gem and Alec, and their agency. We wish you lots of clients with loads of money.

To Gem and Alec! everybody said, and they clinked their glasses.

Seconds later, the program on the TV that had been quietly running all the time, changed to the red, white and blue of Eyes Only.  Alec turned up the volume.

This is a Streaming Freedom Video Bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city. Games that hold the possibility of winning money have always fascinated people. The latest version of this promising game is Seattle Superstar. With a grand prize of $100,000, it attracts people trying to break out of poverty. Instead of giving them the chance to win money, the producers of this show take cash from them as an entry fee and then kill the winners. They promise hope and the chance of a better life, but they bring death to the helpless. Stay away from them. This has been a Streaming Freedom Video Bulletin from the Eyes Only informant net. Peace. Out. 

Max looked at Logan, surprised. When did you do that? she murmured.

Before I picked you up. Programmed it to start while we were here, he whispered back, smiling. 

Hey, thats so cool, Sketchy shouted over to them. I thought my end was near when those guys kidnapped me. Good thing Eyes Only is the man to tell the truth. Wonder how he knew.

Matt nodded. Yeah, I often wonder that too. This guy should call himself Ears Only. He seems to have his ears everywhere. 

The look Matt shot at him made Logan wrap his arm even tighter around Max and nod. Yeah, maybe he should. 

But you were so good at playing the cello, Sketchy, Original Cindy laughed, changing the topic that was obviously making Logan uncomfortable.

Yeah, thats me, Sketchy  man of many talents, he said, dodging the crackers Max and Original Cindy began throwing at him.

END OF ACT IV

Space Needle

Max sat on the edge of the Space Needle, staring at the city below.

Looks like I got what I wanted  my strange little life back. Not to mention all the things I had completely forgotten about that go with it. Logan being lost in his Eyes Only work and me doing his legwork. Him going out and trying to save Sketchy, risking his own life for him, even though he depends on the exo to walk. 

I don't know how much worse his legs've already gotten, but I know I could be there to help him . If he'd let me. If he'd only talk to me. It seemed like he was going to, but them the cops came. Maybe he wasn't going to tell me anyway. 

Its like were back at square one, but this time theres more to it.  This time he should know that I love him and that were in it together.  Thing is, Im not sure he does know, and I dont wanna ask him. I want him to tell me.  Isnt that whats supposed to happen?  Or maybe Ive just been watchin too many of his pre-Pulse sappy movies...

END OF EPISODE 3.14

