s03e15_Hot run for mars and venus

PROLOGUE

Fogle Towers  Monday, December 6, 2021, early morning

Logan was sitting on the training table, lifting weights, when his cell phone rang.  After setting down the dumbbells and drying his face with a towel, he reached down carefully and picked up the phone from the seat of his wheelchair nearby.  He glanced at the caller ID before answering.  Hey, Max.

Hey, Max said with a smile in her voice.  Logan could hear her Ninja idling in the background.  Me hittin you back.

I was hoping you could stop by on your way to work.  Got some dastardly deeds to discuss.

She laughed.  It never ends, does it?  So whats on the mighty Eyes Onlys plate today?

Im looking into some corruption.  You know  same old, same old, he joked.

Im on my way to Terminal City right now to pick somethin up, Max said, but Ill swing by afterward.

Sounds good.

Cool.  See ya later.

Max closed her phone and tucked it into her pocket. She revved the engine, put the Ninja into gear, and began flying down the road.

Its been a week and Logan and I still havent had that talk he mentioned.  Sure, Normals been ridin my ass and givin me extra overtime, but thats not the only reason.  Logan keeps sayin its not a good time.  Its gotta be about his legs, but every time he stalls, I cant help wondering whats holding him back.  Not like it would kill him to show a little more respect for me, and tell me the truth.  But I guess thats Logan  everything has to be just so before hell make his move.  Only one of these days its gonna come back and bite him in the ass.

 

Detective Agency/Laundromat

Picked up the supplies for our little P.I. business, Alec declared, plopping two bags on the desk. And the extra money will be nice if we can get those washers out there to start working again. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. The Alec and Gem Detective Agency.

Gems head shot up from where she sat behind the desk, cradling Elfie in her arms. I was thinking the Gem and Alec Detective Agency.

Alec shrugged. Hey, I was just trying to keep it in alphabetical order...makes it easier for the public to remember, he said. Plus, I already put it on the sign out front.

Gem rolled her eyes. What, that piece of cardboard thats gonna fall down at the first rain? Which will probably be in, what?  Five minutes?

Alec huffed, pretending to be annoyed. 

We could combine our names, she offered.

Hmm, lets see... Alec tapped his chin, feigning deep thought. Gemalec? Lameceg? Acemelg? Legacem?

Gem started laughing. No, youre right...we should keep it Gem and Alec Detective Agency.

You mean Alec and Gem.

No, I meant... Gem trailed off as Alec began unloading the bags. Alec, that isnt the stuff I got for us! she exclaimed. What happened to the stapler, the hole punch, the paper?

Ah, we can go back and pick those up at Joshuas later. For now, I was thinking we could blow off some steam and relax, he said casually. Grinning, he produced a dartboard from the first bag, modeling it with flair for her approval. 

Gem groaned in response. I can see this is going to be a 60/40 arrangement, huh?

Thats right. 60 percent fun and 40 percent work, Alec replied, positioning the board on the wall. He turned to look at her. Aww, come on, Gem. Lets just get everything set up today and then we can start actually working tomorrow. Deal?

Gem eyed him and then looked down at Elfie sleeping peacefully in her arms. She sighed. Turning up one corner of her mouth, she said, Okay. Three outta five wins.

Thats my girl. Alec grinned. Now why dont?

Alec was interrupted by a loud banging from the front of the laundromat. Gem looked at him, alarmed. 

You stay here with Elfie, Alec said. Ill go check it out.

END OF PROLOGUE

Basketball Court, Terminal City

The streets of Terminal City were almost empty. Max passed a few transgenics here and there as they walked by, intent on their business, but the bustle that had become commonplace by the end of the siege was missing.  She picked up the fancy lunch Ginger had asked her to deliver to Original Cindy at work, and then wandered by the basketball court on her way out of the complex.  The court was intact, but no transgenics were shooting hoops on it; instead, about thirty were using it as a military training ground.

Max stopped in her tracks and watched from the cover of the building she had just rounded.

Children lined up, heads shaved, standing stock-still, with their eyes forward. They held the barrels of their guns with the butt ends resting on the ground.  The drill sergeant shouted as he walked down the line, putting the young X5s through the same exercises that the transgenics on the basketball court were performing.  Calluses had formed on Maxs eight-year-old hands from the hours of work.  The whole unit was forced to repeat the drills from the beginning whenever she failed to perform fast enough.  The voice of the drill sergeant echoed in her ears. 

Lydecker stood nearby, and young Max glanced over at him with the slightest flick of her eyes.  His face was emotionless during exercises, never changing even when one of the children dropped from exhaustion or a seizure.  He simply indicated to the drill sergeant that the rest of the kids should work even harder.  Then Maxs eyes were forced front again.

The transgenics in front of her now were as focused on the exercises as Lydecker had been.  Disturbed, Max began to step into the open area surrounding the basketball court, only to stop when she noticed Mole and Zeri watching the proceedings and conversing.  She remained hidden and listened in.

Feels good to be soldiers again, doesnt it? Zeri observed.

You got that right.  Sitting on our asses and waiting to be jumped was a waste of talent, Mole said around the cigar anchored between his teeth.  Youre sure Lydeckers got a place for us in his new X-corps? I heard he wasnt too keen on the freaks.

Talked to him myself, Mole, Zeri reassured him. He says hes got room for any soldier willing to obey orders. Personally, I never saw him do anything against the freaks. He was always too busy chasing the rogues from 09.  She snorted and crossed her arms, never taking her eyes off the transgenics on the court.  I never did see what was so special about civilian life.

Alec and Max made it seem glamorous. Thats why most of the X-series left, especially the ones who came here straight from hiding. They never saw the outside world firsthand. Max and her boyfriend got em all hyped up on freedom and being normal. Hah.  Mole laughed bitterly.  None of us will ever be normal, no matter what we look like. Not even Max.

Theyll find out, and theyll be back, wanting to do what they were made to do. You wait and see.

The conversation ended as Mole and Zeri joined the sergeant who was training the soldiers.  

Neither one saw Max.  She stood there for a moment, lowered her eyes in contemplation, and then turned and left the way she had come.

 

Detective Agency/Laundromat

Alec walked through the swinging doors that led from the office to the laundromat. Walking past the rows of washers, he approached the front of the store and saw a woman peering through the large windows. 

Were not open! he yelled to her through the glass. 

Oh, please, I just wanted to come in for a quick load! Are you sure you cant open it, just for me? the lady asked, batting her eyelashes and pressing her body flat against the glass. 

Alec raised his eyebrows. The woman, in her early thirties, was attractive, with big brown eyes and shoulder-length, dark brown hair. 

I dunno, lady...youre gonna have to give me a good reason, he replied.

She pointed to his crooked sign. I have a job for you, she said.

Alec broke out in a wide smile. In that case, come right in, he said, unlocking the door and ushering her in. Let me show you to the office.

The woman followed Alec to the back room. He burst through the doors, startling Elfie into waking up. She let out a loud wail, and Gem rocked her, attempting to calm the baby. 

Gem, we have our first client, he said proudly. This is, uh...

Im Teresa Buckland, the woman filled in, extending her hand to Gem. But everyone calls me Teeny, she said, flashing a coy smile at Alec. 

Hi, Im Gem, and thats Alec. Gem glanced at Alec, puzzled.

Alec ushered Teeny to one of the chairs. Ms. Buckland, here, take a seat, tell us all about it.

Oh, please, honey, call me Teeny, she said flirtatiously. Gem raised an eyebrow in amusement as Teeny raked her eyes over Alec. Shrugging off her coat, Teeny sat down, suddenly becoming very quiet. Her eyes filled with tears, and she whispered, I think my husband is cheating on me. Im so ashamed, and I dont know what to do.

Alec knelt beside her. Dont worry about it. Hes a bastard for cheating on a beautiful woman like you. Gem looked over Teenys head and caught Alecs glance, rolling her eyes. Alec continued. What do you want us to do for you? 

Umm...uhh. Teeny began to squirm. Its kind of embarrassing to talk about, especially with, uh... she trailed off, glancing quickly at Gem. With your wife here and all. 

Alec snorted. Gem isnt my wife, shes my partner. You can tell us. Its okay, he soothed.

Elfie took the opportunity to once again let her presence be known, and began crying in earnest. Gem sighed. Its time to feed her. Casting a glance at Teeny, she said, Im gonna step in the other room. Alec will fill me in later, but dont worry, well get the job done for you.

Teeny flashed Gem an appreciative smile. Once the door shut behind Gem, Teeny turned her full attention to Alec and adopted a seductive demeanor. Licking her lips, she leaned into him, whispering in his ear. Looks like its just you and me now.

Surprised, Alec jumped up and looked at her. Uh, yeah. Now what exactly do you want us to do? Tail him, beat him up, what?

Teeny rose from the chair, walking slowly toward Alec, her hips swaying, until she had him backed up against the desk. Grinning, she trailed her finger down the front of his shirt. Why dont I just show you what I want you to do? she suggested. 

Alec gulped. Before he could respond, she shoved him back onto the desk, and swung her legs up and straddled him. The lamp clattered to the floor, and Alec managed to squeak, Hey, thats the only one we have!

Teeny ignored him, frantically trying to pull his shirt out of his pants. She was breathing heavily and giggling, and Alec could only make out fragments of what she was saying. ...Such a stud...

Emerging from his daze, Alec grasped both her arms, pushed up and stood, keeping her at arms length. Why dont we just take a moment here. You can catch your breath,  hopefully regain your sanity, and Ill just appreciate how bizarre this is. 

Teeny responded by launching herself at his neck. Ill pay you, sweetie. You just name your price, she purred.

Suddenly, the back door swung open with a bang, catching her off guard. She turned to look at the intruder with a glare. He was in his early twenties, with sandy blond hair and a well-built body.

Alec pulled away from Teeny and turned to look at the man in wide-eyed shock. What the hell! Where are you people coming from? 

The intruder responded tersely. Im looking for X5-238.

You mean Gem? 

If thats what X5-238 is callin herself, then yeah. Where is she? the intruder asked. 

Alec crossed his arms. Why dont you tell me your name, and Ill decide if I want to tell you that information?

Teeny, perturbed at being ignored, gathered up her coat. Ill let you boys work out your testosterone issues without me. She brushed closely past Alec on her way to the door. Ill catch up with you later, sugar, she demurred, sashaying out.

Alec shook his head after her. Turning his attention back to the intruder, he asked again. So, pal, who are you?

X5-739, the intruder responded.

Alec raised his eyebrow. X5 huh? Manticores gone...what do you call yourself now?

Names Cody. 

Cody, huh?

The man shrugged. Well, its Cody Avenue East, actually...thats where I happened to be when I realized I needed a civilian name.  

Lucky you werent on a rural route, Alec snorted.  What are you doing looking for Gem?

Just thought Id come back and check on my kid. Heard all the transgenics got out of Terminal City.

Alec couldnt hide his shocked look. You were Gems breeding partner at Manticore?

Yeah, thats me, the one and only. And I want to see my kid. Can you tell me where she is?

Sorry, pal, Alec told him. Cant do that. I dont want Gem kicking my ass for tellin you. You didnt see her in labor...shes got a mean right hook.

Fine, Cody said, clearly frustrated. Ill keep tracking her down. I got this far, didnt I? Cody turned and stomped out, slamming the door behind him. The force rattled the walls of the small office, sending the dartboard crashing to the floor.

Dammit, Alec said to the empty room. So much for 60 percent fun.

He turned and saw Gem coming back into the office from the outer room. 

What was all that noise? she asked.

Alec paused, unsure whether to tell her about Cody.  Ah, he said, Teeny just stormed out when I refused her offer of sex.

Gems eyes widened, and she started laughing. On that note, Im taking Elfie home so Joshua can look after her. Ill be back in half an hour.

Alec grinned. Catch ya later. 

Gem strapped Elfie into her stroller and headed out the back door. Reaching the threshold, she turned back to Alec. 

Sublime P.I., she said.

Alec cocked his head. You know, that could work.

 

Fogle Towers

Max, wearing her Jam Pony work clothes and backpack, let herself in and wove around the translucent walls of the penthouse.  She came to a dead stop when she entered the computer room and saw Logan sitting at the computer in his desk chair.  He had obviously just come from the shower.  His hair was wet, and the excess water dripped onto his glasses while he cleaned them; his T-shirt was a little damp as well.  Max was entranced by the sight.

Feeling her stare, Logan smiled and greeted her without looking up.  Hey.  Glad you could stop by.

Yeah.  Me too, she murmured as one side of her mouth curved into a smile.  Lookin good.

He raised his head at that.  Blinking, he put on his glasses and looked at her a second time.  You got your hair cut.

Yeah, well... she responded jauntily, seeming to wake from her daze, I figured it wouldnt hurt to lose a few inches and get Original Cindy off my back.  She said now that Im a free woman, I should be doing somethin with it besides lettin it just hang there.  She rolled her eyes.  Her words.

Well, it looks good, Logan said softly, reaching up to play with the ends of Maxs hair where it grazed her shoulders.  His fingers lightly traced the gentle, soft waves.

Max smiled, enjoying his touch.  She rested her own hand on top of his.  I came straight from Terminal City.  Not too many people stuck around.

Everybodys ready for their own lives, Logan commented, turning to his computer and pulling up some files.

Apparently not everybody.  Would you believe Mole and the gang were doing maneuvers on the basketball court?

Didnt know Mole played basketball, Logan said, distracted. He began to focus on the task in front of him.

This wasnt dribblin and passin.  These were military maneuvers, Max snorted. She stuck her hands in her back pockets and leaned against the desk with one hip.  Heard him talkin about hooking up with Lydecker and going to work for him.  Can you believe it?  He and the others dont even realize they got a chance to live their own lives.  Its like we spent seven months fighting for nothing.

She paused to ponder for a moment.  One of these days Im going to

Look at this, Logan said at the same time, having taken her pause to mean she was done.

Startled, they looked at each other for a minute and smiled.

Logan decided to speak first, nodding his head at the computer screen.  List of charities in the area thatre supposed to be receiving food shipments.  Most of them havent been getting much of anything for months now.  He sighed.  Trucks are being diverted at sector checkpoints.  Somebodys sending the cargo to the black market instead, and the sector police have been looking the other way.

Bastards as usual, Max tossed off flippantly.

Ive tracked most of the divergent activity to a few main checkpoints.  Im checking on some leads, and then Ill need to get proof.

I take it thats where me and my skills come in? Max said, leaning down to peer more closely at the map on Logans computer screen.  Her hands were still in her back pockets, and the way she leaned over gave Logan a clear view of her rear end when he turned his head.

Nobody else compares, he confirmed appreciatively.  Max smiled, standing up.  Then she noticed where his eyes had been and grinned even more widely.

Thanks for the affirmation, she said with a twinkle in her eye.  She wandered out to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door.  Feel like making breakfast?  This female is starving.

Uh...I cant.  Im pretty involved in this investigation and I want to keep my momentum going, Logan covered, discreetly rubbing a hand on his knee while Max was out of viewing range.  Unable to think of a decent excuse to wear the exoskeleton in her presence, hed been forced to leave it off.

Your loss.  I was going to entertain you with the uncut version of Original Cindys standup routine, Max said, reaching to the back of a lower shelf.

You can come over tonight for dinner, if you want.  Logan pushed on the desk to swivel the chair so that he faced the kitchen.  Max pulled out a can of soda and headed back to the computer room.  We need to talk then, anyway.

Tonights no good, she said, shaking her head good-naturedly and slurping on the can.  How bout now?  I got a few minutes before I need to be at work.

Whats wrong with tonight? he asked, ignoring her suggestion.

Im workin late.  Whats wrong with now?

Im waiting for a phone call.  As soon as I hear from this source, I can get moving on this Eyes Only thing.

Fine, Max said, frustrated.  Ill just leave and get out of your way, then.

Logan sighed.  Youre not in the way.  I just cant have a long discussion now.

So bring your cell and walk me down to my bike.  Wont take long.

Cant do that either, Max.

You cant even come downstairs with me for two seconds?  Why the hell not?

I cant walk you downstairs because I cant walk! Logan burst out, slamming a hand down on the edge of the desk in frustration.  That a good enough reason?

He ran a hand through his hair.  For her part, Max stood silently, surprised that hed finally said it and not quite sure how to respond.  She softly set the can down on the desk.

Logan sighed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.  He spoke more quietly.  Damn it, thats not how I wanted to tell you.

But you were gonna tell me, right? Max asked gently, walking over to him and sitting on top of the desk.  She reached for his hand and squeezed it.

Yeah.  Tonight.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.  Logan, elbows on spread knees, stroked Maxs fingers with his thumb.  Max crossed her ankles and swung her feet back and forth.

How longs this been goin on? she finally asked, curious.

He raised his eyebrows briefly and tipped his head to the side.  Found out a couple months ago.  Kept tripping over my own feet.

And youre just now deciding I had a right to know.

Maxs comment made Logan look up into her eyes.  He saw some of the anger he was expecting, but he also saw hurt.  Im sorry, Max, he said.  You didnt need this on your plate during the siege.

So you thought it was better to lie to me than to let me decide, she said, her eyes narrowing.  The man who says he loves me wouldnt tell me what he was going through.  Says a lot about his trust in me, doesnt it?

Its not a question of trust, Max.

Yeah?  I think it is.  Last time, you blew me off to sneak out to see Vertes, and for all I know, you never would have told me at all if I hadnt caught you.  Seems to me like nothings changed.

A lots changed since then. Logan was now growing indignant as well.  And you know it.

Yeah, well, Im not so sure, Max retorted.  Im not even sure you have any kind of faith in me at all.  Do you even realize how much this hurts?

Logan was silenced by the uncharacteristic admission.  Tears brimmed in Maxs eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Her grip on his hand suddenly tightened.  Taking that as a sign of anger, Logan grew more resolute.  I was making my own decision, too, you know.  I had a chance to avoid this.  But it would have meant leaving you in Terminal City, for God knows how long, and I wasnt about to  Max, I know youre upset, but is crushing my hand really necessary?  Her grip had been increasing the whole time he was talking.

Letting go of his hand, Max slid off the desk, wavering a little as she stood up.  I gotta blaze.  Her voice was as unsteady as her balance.  She started to raise a hand to her stomach, but she caught herself and lowered it.

Max?  Whats wrong?  Logans brow furrowed as he noticed her turning pale.

She turned away from him and swallowed hard.  It was a few seconds before she could respond.  What you dont get is that you did leave me, by lying and pulling away.  All this time I thought the problem was me, but it turns out you didnt trust me enough to tell me what was going on.  Thats whats wrong.  Give me a call when you can show me some respect.

Then Max walked out of the apartment, leaving Logan to stare after her.

When the elevator arrived, she got in and frantically punched the buttons.  She waited until she arrived in the lobby, then grabbed a nearby wastebasket and started throwing up.

 

Detective Agency

Gem called out as she entered the office. Alec, I brought the other supplies that you left She broke off in surprise when she saw a young man standing at the desk next to Alec. Her smile faded, and her face lost all sign of emotion.

He came here looking for you, Alec explained.  I kicked him out, but 

 I knew youd eventually return here, Cody interrupted him, looking at Gem.

What do you want? Gem asked coolly, setting the bag of supplies on her desk.

Cody ignored her question.  Howve you been doing, 238?  He followed her to the desk, looking around at the walls of the agency.

Gem glanced up at him briefly, as if making a decision.  Names Gem now.  Use it.  Then she dropped her head again, shuffling some papers and stapling a few.

Gem, huh?  Whats the babys name, Pearl?

She looked up suddenly to give him a withering look.

Bad joke, he admitted.  Sorry.

You came here for something? she asked briskly.  Other than insulting me and my daughter?

His brow knitted in confusion.  Insulting?  Whos insulting?  Whatd I say?

Try reading a book sometime, she answered without looking at him.  Friend of mine has quite a library.  Im sure he wouldnt mind lending out his Hawthorne.

Cody stood there for a moment, trying to decide what to say.  The reference was clearly lost on him.  Gem said nothing as she moved about the room.  Alec, who had been watching this exchange in silence, broke in.  Look, Gem, I dont know what that was all about, but

Dont worry about it.  It just reminded me of something, Gem told him.  Then she turned back to Cody briefly.  Just dont call her Pearl.

I wont, he promised.  Look, I came here to see you.  Ive been wondering how youve been.

It took you a year and a half to care? she said.  You couldnt have been too curious.  Not like there was any reason for you to remember it anyway.

Thats not true, he said.  We had a daughter.  I want to see her.

We had a daughter?  Gems tone became incredulous as she turned to face him.Thats a load of bull.  You had a Manticore-endorsed lay.  I had a daughter.  Theres a distinct difference.

Look, I didnt know.   He raised his hands in defense.  Manticore burned down right afterwards and I spent the next year and a half undercover.  How was I supposed to know you gave birth?

Gem stood there for a minute, considering.  Then she seemed to relent.

Her names Elefteria.  You really came to see her?  He nodded.  Fine.  Ill take you by the house tomorrow.  But dont plan on staying there.  Cant say I like being reminded of that week at Manticore.

Dont worry, I wont be staying long anyway.  Im hooking up with Lydecker.

Youre kidding, right? Alec asked.  You want to work for him?  I mean, I never spent a lot of time with the guy, but Ive heard horror stories thatll curl your hair.

You still want to be a soldier? Gem asked after a moment.  After everything they made us do?

Cody shrugged.  Its a living.

 

A Street in Sector 2  late that afternoon

Logan walked with a folded newspaper under his arm through an especially run-down part of town.  Litter lined the streets.  Stray newspapers rustled in the wind; now and then a homeless person would grab one and add it to the barrel fire he was using to keep warm.  A woman caught Logans eye and smiled as he passed by.  He nodded and smiled back.

He entered a cafe with a sign in the window that announced WE HAVE SUGAR and purchased a cup of coffee.  The voices of the patrons on the first floor echoed in the narrow stairway as Logan ascended to the upstairs seating area.  He shivered briefly, realizing the second-floor radiator must be broken, and glanced around.

At a table in the rear corner sat a man with a dark goatee.  He looked to be in his forties, and he was obviously very nervous.  Logan ambled over to the table and sat down, placing his coffee and newspaper on it.

Logan Cale, he said, offering his hand.  Eyes Only sent me, he added in a quieter voice.

As soon as Logan mentioned Eyes Only, the mans eyes widened and he looked around in fear.  Shhh!  Do you have to say...  He trailed off, seeing that none of the other patrons had heard Logans words.  Finally the man calmed down, though still nervous, and shook Logans hand.  Just call me Bob.

You said you had some information? Logan inquired, flapping a tiny packet back and forth in his right hand to settle the sugar inside.  He opened the packet and poured the sugar into his coffee.

Yeah.  Listen, you can not tell anybody you saw me

Its okay.  Ive done this hundreds of times.  Once I pass it on to Eyes Only, my lips are sealed.

All right.  Bob nervously sipped his own coffee, holding the mug in both hands.  He set it down on the table and leaned over it to talk to Logan, as if shielding his words from the ears of the other patrons.  I know whos running the operation to send charity food to the black market.

Logan listened patiently, leaning forward as well to indicate his concern.  He wrapped his hands around his own mug, gleaning warmth from it.

The sector cops are acting on orders from John Milham.  Hes a sector-police captain, in charge of the west end of the city.

Ive heard of him, Logan said, nodding.  How do you know this?

The other man seemed surprised.  Im a sector cop myself, mostly based in sector 8.  Didnt Eyes Only tell you?

Boss keeps information to a minimum.  It keeps the informant net safe.

Yeah, well, good.  Cause I shouldnt even be talking about this.  If they found out, Id lose my job, and maybe my head.  But I couldnt let this keep going on.  People are starving.

Logan nodded again.  I appreciate your coming forward.

Milhams reinforcing the orders with cash, Bob continued.  The sector cops dont mind going along with the plan cause it lines their pockets.

Same old story, Logan commented.  Money talks, so people dont.

He offered me a cut, too.  I took it, Bob said, dropping his head guiltily.  But I had to.  He wouldve been onto me otherwise.  He raised his head, looking determined.  I gave it to one of the charities that got stiffed.  Anonymously.

Theyd thank you if they knew.

Bob fell silent, swirling his coffee to distribute the grounds.  He finished it off with one swig.

Listen, Logan said, putting his elbows on the table and leaning farther forward.  Do you know where hes sending the food?

To a warehouse outside of town.  After that, I dont know where it goes or who gets it there.

Can you tell me where the warehouse is?

Yeah, its  Bob stopped in mid-sentence, hearing voices from downstairs.  His eyes widened in panic.

Logan heard a man and a woman loudly joking to each other, apparently while they waited in line.  The woman suggested to the man that they sit upstairs when they got their coffee.  The voices seemed innocuous enough to Logan.  He turned to his informant with questioning eyes, as if to ask what the problem was.

I work with them, Bob whispered, the color draining from his face.  I told them and my sergeant that I was going out of town this week.  They cant see me here!

Okay.  Calm down.  Well figure something out.

Logan looked around for a means of escape.  His eyes landed on the exit door.  

Theres a patio out back.  Follow me, Logan said quietly, standing up.  Quickly.

He and Bob slipped out a door and stepped onto the patio.  Built to accommodate private parties, it held a long table and several chairs.  The space between the cafe and the building behind it narrowed to about five feet at that point. Logan looked down and saw a narrow alleyway below; it appeared to be deserted.

Okay, we need to get you across, he told the other man.

I cant jump that far! Bob exclaimed, panic in his eyes.

You wont have to.  Lets get this table turned over.

As quickly and as quietly as they could, they moved the chairs away from the table and flipped it over.  Logan and Bob set the flat edge on the low wall edging the roof and pushed the table across the space between the buildings.  They kept the far end of the heavy table from dropping below roof level by holding onto the table legs at the near end.  Soon the table rested on the other roofs low wall, forming a footbridge across the alley.

Go, Logan whispered urgently.  Now.

The other man stepped onto the table and hurried across.  As soon as Bob stepped off the table, Logan yanked on the table legs at his end and pulled the table back onto the roof of the cafe.

Use the fire escape to get down, he instructed his informant, while righting the table and replacing the chairs.

Bob paused, relieved.  Thanks.

Thank you.  Eyes Only and the people who need that food will be grateful for your help.  Now go.

Moments later, the informants fellow sector cops climbed the stairs and reached the second story.  They sat down at a table, chatting over their coffee.  Neither one gave so much as a glance to the man with glasses reading a newspaper in the corner.

End of Act I

Lydeckers HQ  Tuesday, December 7, 2021, early morning

About an hour before sunrise, Colonel Lydecker emerged from the Command Post tent.  He stood under the awning, next to a heavy table.  The early morning air was clean and crisp; Lydecker could see his breath.  He blew on his hands to warm them, and zipped up his M-65 field jacket.  He pressed a button on the side of his chronograph wristwatch, tilting the dial up to his face.  Dont do that, said a voice, and Zack emerged from the shadows.  Youll illuminate your face.

Zack was dressed in woodland camouflage, trousers and a T-shirt. Hed left his parka back in his tent.  Despite the cold, he didnt need it, and he wasnt trying to pass for human.  In camp, in the wilderness, there was no one to impress. 

When Zack didnt continue, Lydecker asked, Is there something I should know?

Who knows what you should or shouldnt know? Zack shot back.

Lydecker squinted in the darkness.  While the X5's military bearing was ingrained, his attitude  although not hostile enough to be a direct challenge to the colonels authority  was something short of respectful.  What happened to our agreement? he asked Zack.

What agreement? said Zack, glancing over his shoulder.  He was scanning the tree line with his enhanced night vision.  He turned his attention back to Lydecker. "The one where you say Jump, and I say, How High?"

Yes, said Lydecker, with a precise nod.  That agreement.

Im doing exactly what I said I would.  Im drilling your commandos.

Youre being insubordinate, Lydecker said.

Court-martial me, said Zack.  Or maybe you could poke me with a cattle prod.

 Lydecker sighed, and rubbed the rough stubble on his chin.  Im putting together a battalion, he began. 

Youre putting together your own private army, Zack corrected.

Im offering structure to soldiers who desperately need it, said Lydecker.  The others...they look at you

What do you want from me? Zack snapped. 

Son, Lydecker said, sighing,  For a long time, you were a thorn in my side

Dont call me 'son,' Zack interrupted, sounding dangerous.  

Lydecker blew out a vaporous breath.  That wasnt what I meant to say, he said carefully. I wanted to tell you that you were always one of the best.  While you were unquestionably one of Manticores biggest failures, you were also one of its greatest successes.

Zack crossed his arms over his chest, looking bored.  Im not here for a pep talk, he said.  Or to reminisce about old times.  In fact, your personal safety is less at risk if you dont bring up old times at all.

Duly noted, Lydecker said.  Lets talk about new times.  Lets talk about whats going on right now in this country, and whats coming.

Im listening, Zack said.

 

Outside Jam Pony

Locking up her bike, Max became aware of the woman before she actually approached.  Her scent wafted Maxs way on a light current of air.  Max tilted back her head, her nostrils flaring.  She smelled perfume  very expensive perfume.  A moment later, a timid but cultured voice said, Excuse me? 

Yeah? Max looked up and saw a trim, elegant woman.  She had reddish-blonde hair pulled back into a sleek chignon.  She was wearing a long camel coat, over a green silk dress.  The woman opened and closed her mouth.  Max raised an eyebrow.  What can I do for you?

Still, the woman hesitated.  She pulled her coat closed, gripping the collar with a manicured hand.   When she finally spoke, the words came out in a rush. Is this Jam Pony X-press?

Thats what the sign says, Max replied.  She picked her backpack up off the ground, and held it by the strap. You got a package?  When the woman didnt respond, Max tried again.  You picking up a package?

Is this where all the transgenics are?  The woman seemed nervous.

Max was immediately suspicious.  Nope, she said, slinging the backpack over her shoulder.  No transgenics here.  Not a one.

The woman bit her lip, peering at Maxs face.  I know you.  Her voice was breathy.  Youre one of them!

What do you want, lady? Max said impatiently.  I gotta get to work.

Im looking for some of your brethren, the woman said stiffly.

Some of my brethren? Max said, uneasily shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Yes, said the woman.  Some of your  you know  male brethren.

My male brethren, Max repeated, her forehead wrinkling.  What for? 

That would be between me and them.  The woman flushed.  Or me and him...when I find him.

Him, who? said Max.

Whichever one I find, the woman said vaguely.  Whoever is the most likely candidate.

Candidate for what? Max asked.

Oh, said the woman, sounding embarrassed.  Nothing.  So, are there any male transgenics working here?

I already told you, no, Max said.  What do you want?

Its complicated, said the woman.

All right, Max said, rolling her eyes.  Nice talking to you.  She went inside the building.

 

Jam Pony

Jam Pony was loud and busy.  The television was blaring, as were two radios tuned to different stations.  Normal was in the cage, sorting parcels and answering the phone. Messengers picked up and dropped off packages.  Max met Original Cindy by the counter.  Original Cindy made a gesture, and Max turned in a circle so her friend could see her new 'do.  Much better, Original Cindy said approvingly.

Thanks, said Max.

For a change.

Thanks a lot! Max said, laughing.  

Sketchy wheeled his bike between the girls, saying, Beep, beep. 

Excuse you, said Max, stepping out of the way.

Thank you very much.  Sketchy emptied his pouch on the counter.  Max, theres a wicked hottie out front asking everybody if theyre a transgenic.

I know, Max said.  I had a thoroughly unsatisfactory conversation with her.  I couldnt figure out what the hell she wanted.

Ill tell you what she wanted, said Sketchy, turning the bill of his cap to the side.  Leaning forward, he stage-whispered, She made me an indecent proposal.

Max and Original Cindy both laughed.

That's the Gods honest truth! said Sketchy, sounding hurt.  Then, when I told her I wasnt a transgenic, she moved on to someone else. He tapped his temple with his forefinger.  Shes crazy.  He balanced his bike on its rear tire, and wheeled it away.

Huh, said Max.

A lady takes care of her personal appearance, Original Cindy said, seizing the opportunity to return to their initial conversation.  Even if she has to be all the time saving the world.

What? asked Max, distracted.  She turned back to her friend, and smiled affectionately.  So true.  Its one of the burdens of womanhood.  We have to save the world, but we still have to look good doing it.

Dont your head feel lighter? asked Original Cindy.  You must feel better like this.

Not so much, said Max, as she was swept by a wave of nausea.  She rocked unsteadily.  Oof! she exclaimed. 

Whats the matter, boo? Original Cindy asked, catching Max around the waist.

Leaning heavily on Original Cindy, Max put a hand to her forehead.  That's strange, she said.  I almost lost my balance.

Normal popped up from behind his counter, his headset dangling around his neck.  Break it up, you two! he snapped.  This is a place of business, not one of your Sapphic sex shows!

Original Cindy made a face.  Sapphic sex show? she repeated.  In the background, the phone rang.

Max groaned again.  I feel sick to my stomach.

Suddenly, so do I, Original Cindy said.

Normal pursed his lips.  Hmm, he said.  On second thought . . .

Dont say it! Original Cindy snapped.

As you were, Normal said sweetly.  He turned away to answer the phone.

What did he just say? Max asked.  My head is spinning.

If there are Sapphic sex shows, OC groused, I would like to know about it.

Im really not feeling well here, Max told her friend.

Come on, Original Cindy said, getting a better grip on Max.  The further you are from Normal, the better youll feel.  They shuffled to the lounge area.  Max dropped onto one of the worn sofas with a grateful sigh.  She wrapped her arms around herself, and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths.  Original Cindy settled down beside her, and gave her a wise, speculative look.  Feelin sick? she asked.  Got a tummy ache?

Yeah, said Max unhappily.  I wish I knew what was wrong with me. 

Original Cindy touched Max lightly on the knee.  She said, I dont suppose youve given any thought to starting a family?

What? said Max, startled.  No!  Why do you ask?

Original Cindy smiled.  Boo, she said gently.  You and Logan.  You told me that the two of you . . .

But I cant, said Max.

I know transgenics can get pregnant, Original Cindy said.  I delivered a transgenic baby right upstairs.  She shrugged.  I helped, anyways.

Transgenics can get pregnant, said Max, frowning.  Of course they can.

Cant you get pregnant by humans?

Of course, said Max.  Jace did.  She looked away.  And Tinga.  She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

See? Original Cindy said.  Youre all hormonal.

No, said Max, in a small voice.  Just thinking about sad things.

If youre pregnant...would it be a happy thing? Original Cindy asked.  Her tone was very delicate.  Or a sad thing? 

Max put a finger to Original Cindys lips.  Shush, she said.  Its not true.  It cant be.

What do you mean? said Original Cindy.  Didnt they teach you anything at the Manticore?  Nothin's for sure, except not doing it at all.

No, Max said, sighing harshly.  She stared off into the distance, her eyes cloudy.  Its not that.  Its me.  I cant.

 

Advanced Recombinant Genetics Laboratory, Terminal City  July 1, 2021

We must get started, Sandeman said urgently, standing up.  Joshua, please go on ahead to the infirmary and have Aveta prepare blood collection equipment.  Well be along shortly.  Joshua, with a curious look, turned and left to do as he was asked.  Sandeman gathered up some papers and started to follow him out the door.

Hold up, Max said hotly.  What is it about my blood thats gonna save the world?

Youre going to share your immunity, Sandeman answered with a smile.  This is your bodys primary function.  Itll stop anything that gets in the way. Any infection, any cell, anything.  He laid a hand on her shoulder.  You were meant to be unique, Max.  Therell never be another like you.

 

Jam Pony  present day

Max was brought out of her reverie by the sound of explosive laughter.  There was a crowd of messengers in the doorway.  They were talking excitedly, making ribald comments.  Normal, yelled one of the guys.  Can I borrow your stamp pad?

Hey, boo, Original Cindy said over the noise.  Whatcha thinkin?  You spaced on me."

There will be no stamping, Normal shouted from the cage.

Oh, Max said, in response to Original Cindys question.  I guess I was thinking...Im just a mule.

Not on your necks, Normal cried.  Not on any portion of your anatomies!

Original Cindy flashed an irritated look at Normal, and turned back to Max.  Aint we all?  She waved a hand, indicating their surroundings.  Regular pack mules.

From the cage, Normal barked, The last time someone borrowed my stamp pad, I almost had to shoot him! 

Is that a no?" another messenger asked, sounding very disappointed.  Because we have a chance with some high-class honeys, here.

Max tried to focus on Original Cindy.  I mean me, she said.  Im...Im sterile.

What? said Original Cindy, sounding shocked.  How do you know that?

Sandeman made this comment . . . Max told her friend what the old man had said.  It didnt mean much to me at the time, but I think I get it now.  I wasnt built to reproduce.

Thats sick! said Original Cindy hotly.  And mean, too!  It makes no sense!

Theres so much about Sandeman that never made sense.  Max drew up a leg and rested her forehead against her knee.  Maybe it was just that he worked so much in secret...I dont know.  She broke off, thinking.  When she continued, her voice was contemplative.  Everything had to be a hint, or a riddle...like the runes.  He couldnt just come out and tell me about my screwed-up genes.

Original Cindy shook her head in frustration.  He went to a lot of trouble to make you.  Having you be a one-shot deal...well, you never said Sandeman was stupid.

What do you mean? asked Max.  There was more excited commentary from the doorway, and Max looked up, irritated.  Oh, brother, she said.  What now?

Sketchy approached the girls, wheeling his bike.  Its that woman I told you about, Max.  The crazy lady.

She didnt look crazy to me, Max said.  Well, maybe a little.  She was weird, but she just seemed like another rich lady.  You know the type.

There are some other ones outside now, too, he said, grinning.  And theyre all-American Grade-A babes.  He gave a big thumbs-up.  Every single one gets two of these from Inspector Sketch Master.

What the hell is going on? demanded Max.

Theyre offering money for...sex.  To have sex with transgenics.  

Maxs jaw dropped.  Excuse me? she said.  Her eyes were huge.

Whoa, said Original Cindy, throwing up her hands.  To each her own, but Original Cindy draws the line at paying for a good time.

What are they? Max said disgustedly.  Groupies?

Sketchys face became thoughtful.

You are much too sickly to be a transgenic, Original Cindy pointed out.

Thanks, Sketchy said sourly.  He wheeled his bike away.

And ugly! Original Cindy called after him.

That was harsh, Max said, biting back a smile.

Original Cindy was feeling like she had to nip that in the bud.

Yeah, Max said.  Maybe its just as well.

What are these silly sistahs after? Original Cindy said, scrunching up her nose.

Oh, man, said Max, as suddenly, she figured it out.  Unconsciously, she put a protective hand on her stomach.  Original Cindy saw the gesture, and smiled.   

Max was shaking her head, looking incredulous.  With a jolt, Original Cindy realized what Max was thinking, and her eyes widened.  No, she breathed.  Those women...they want the transgenics to knock them up?

After everything thats happened, Max said, after everything Ive done and seen, nothing much surprises me anymore.

Wow, said Original Cindy.  Make way for the super babies.

Could it really be that easy? Max said in wonderment.  After all the anger?  After all the propaganda and the fear?   Some crazy women decide to practice amateur eugenics, and suddenly transgenics are the new fad in Seattle?

You gonna tell the others? Original Cindy asked.  Issue a general alert?

Max began to laugh.  Oh, God, she said.  Nobody have sex!  Everybody keep your pants zipped!

Original Cindy was laughing too.  Theyll figure it out, she managed to gasp.

 

Fogle Towers

Logan was at his workstation, deep in thought.  He was staring at the computer monitor, his chin resting in the palm of his hand.  Gradually, he became aware of a shadowy presence behind him.  He wheeled around, saying, How long have you been standing there?

You rang? Alec grinned.

Yeah, Logan said, flexing his shoulders.  He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.  I was hoping you could give me a hand with something.  Eyes Only business.

Wheres your girlfriend? Alec asked.  She likes to play super hero.  The expression on Logans face made him pause.  Something youre not telling me?

Sighing, Logan looked away.  Like, that Max and I had a disagreement over me playing my cards too close to my vest?  No, nothing like that.

Alec made a face.  Your legs?  

Logan nodded, looking unhappy.  His hands slid down to the rims of his wheels.  

Its not a secret anymore? Alec asked.

Its not a secret anymore, Logan confirmed.  He rolled his wheelchair slightly forward.

Alec shrugged.  At least you can look forward to the make-up sex.

Despite himself, Logan smiled.  Trust you to find the silver lining. 

So, Im just here to pinch hit for Max.  You know, Im very busy these days. Acting put upon, Alec turned away and went to stand by the window.  Over his shoulder, he said,  I have a business to run.

Logans upper lip twitched.  I know.  He cleaned his glasses on his sweater.  Hows the glamorous world of detection treating you?

Alec looked out the window.  Fine, he said defensively, his breath fogging the glass.  Amazing.  We just got a new client.

Great, said Logan.  Good for you.

Alec huffed on the glass.  In the resulting cloudy patch, he wrote his name with the tip of his finger.  Ah, he said irritably.  Who am I trying to kid?  She was a crackpot.

Thats gonna happen, Logan said, amused.  What did she want?

Sex, Alec said.  He used his sleeve to wipe away his name.

Logan laughed.

Seriously, Alec said.  She wanted to pay me do it, right there on the desk. Again, he breathed on the glass.  This time, he wrote, Alec is the coolest. 

Huh, said Logan.  Well, that sounds like it would be right up your alley.

Hey! Alec protested.  I am a serious detective.  He drew an exclamation point after Alec is the coolest.

Clean that off, Logan said, nodding at the window.

Alec laughed.  What if Max thinks you wrote it?  Then youll really have something to fight about. 

Logan raised an eyebrow, and Alec grudgingly complied.  Thank you, Logan said.  He put his hands on his knees.  Look, I dont want to rain on your parade or anything . . .

Then dont, Alec said.

Starting up a business is hard work.

I can work hard, Alec said peevishly.  You just havent seen me do it yet.  With one hand, he picked up a chair, and brought it over to Logan.  He sat, propping a foot on the corner of the desk.

If you say so, said Logan, and it was his turn to grin.  He turned back to his computer.  I was hoping you could do a little, ah, leg work for me.

Uncharacteristically, Alec held his tongue.  His brow furrowed, he glanced at Logans wheelchair. He looked away without commenting. 

This is detective work, Logan said lightly, before the silence became too thick.  Tapping at the keyboard, he brought up the schematics of a waterfront warehouse.  How bout I hire you?

Now youre talking.  Alec sat up, attentive.  He leaned over Logans shoulder, staring at the monitor.  Whats the story?

Remember the tip about the stolen food supplies? Logan asked. 

No, said Alec.  Oh, wait...the stuff for the charities? 

Thats it, said Logan.  Its being diverted to the black market, and sold at jacked-up prices.  An informant gave up the guy behind the scam.  Hes a captain in the sector police.

"So, expose him, Alec said.  What do you need me for?

Logan shot him a look.  Proof, he said.

Oh, that, said Alec.  Gotcha.

Logan pointed at the computer screen.  Ive managed to track down the warehouse where the supplies are being stored, but I need hard evidence.  Footage of the bad guys in action.  Ill broadcast the info and blow the lid off the whole scheme.

And that will be your good deed for the week.  Alec shrugged.  I guess I can swing it.

You just have to break into the warehouse, and plant some cameras for me.

Cool, Alec said.  I mean, the breaking in part.  Thats always a good time.

This will be a piece of cake for you, Logan said.  I dont see how it can go sour.  Youre in.  Youre out.

Wham, bam, thank you, maam, Alec said.  He leaned back and put his hands behind his head.

Casually, Logan asked, So, did you take the money?

I thought about it, Alec said, staring up at the ceiling.  But heres the thing.  She wasnt the only one.

What do you mean?  Logan turned to look at him. 

Ah, said Alec, I think theres something in the water.

Theres a lot of stuff in the water, Logan said.

No, said Alec.  He sat up so that he could look Logan in the eye.  I was approached before.  By some other dames.

Dames?

Im a detective now, Alec said.

Oh, right, said Logan.  

Wealthy types.  Offering me money for my services.  He seemed honestly bewildered.  Whats up with that?

Thats odd, Logan said.  When did this start?

Over the last week, or so.

Well, said Logan.  I guess I can look into it.

Its just strange, is all, Alec said.  First, I was screwed because I was a transgenic pariah. Now, they just want to screw me.

Ill ask around, Logan said.  But, to be frank, Im not sure what youre complaining about. 

End Act II

Lydeckers HQ  later that morning

Under the awning, in front of the Command Post tent, Zack and Lydecker talked quietly.  The camp had woken around them.  Recruits were drilling and carrying out their assignments.  Occasionally, at the sound of flesh on flesh, or the sharp bark of a squad leader, the colonel would lift his head, observing, the expression on his face opaque.  Finally, he said to Zack, Do you understand what Im telling you?

Im not stupid.  Zack sighed, sounding tired.

I need your wholehearted cooperation, Lydecker said.  We can come out on top.  This is what is known as opportunity.

No, said Zack.  This is just more dying.  With his thumb, he gestured over his shoulder.  And youre setting them up to be cannon fodder.

Theyre soldiers, the colonel said simply.  They want to do the job they were trained to do.

You mean the job they were manufactured to do, Zack said.  Youre not exactly being forthcoming with the information.  Youre not telling them what theyre drilling for.

Zack, Lydecker said.  I dole out information on a need-to-know basis in general.  And in general, they don't need to know.

Swell, Zack said, sounding disgusted.

Theyre an elite fighting force, Lydecker said.  An expensive elite fighting force.  I cant have them pissing their lives away working as bike messengers and

Shut up, Zack snapped.

This is what they trained for, Lydecker said.

Shut up! Zack hissed, holding up his hand.  A second later, Jondy emerged from the tree line.  Unlike Zack, she was wearing her parka.  She had thrown back the hood.  The sun caught her hair, and made a gleaming halo around her head.  Zack raised an eyebrow.

Yeah, she said, grinning.  Someones out there.

Zack looked at the colonel, and a slow smile spread across his face.  Whos gunning for you now, Lydecker?

What day is it? Lydecker asked.

You might want to think about taking cover, Jondy said.

Or, he could continue to stand out here in the open, Zack offered.

What did he look like? Lydecker asked, frowning at Zack.

Jondy shrugged.  He looked like a guy with a high-powered rifle trained on your position.

Zack snickered.

Where is he? Lydecker said.

How about taking cover, now? suggested Jondy.  There was a muffled pop. Jondy upended the table, and shoved Lydecker behind it.  She crouched beside him.  

Almost lazily, Zack joined them.  Is there something I should know? he said, sounding amused.  There was another pop and a small flurry of splinters as the bullet grazed the table.

Lydecker looked at his wristwatch.  Hell, he said.  I lost track of time.

Who is it? said Zack.

I needed to arm you kids.  Lydecker shrugged.  I had until the 6th to come up with the cash.

Its your weapons dealer? Jondy said incredulously.  How does he think youll pay him, if youre dead?  

Hes strictly small time, Lydecker said dismissively.

Ive been meaning to talk to you about the quality of the arsenal, Zack said.  A bullet smacked the ground near his leg, sending up a little puff of dirt.

In the regular army, Lydecker said, the hardware is expensive and the troops are expendable.

Whatever, said Zack.  You want me to take care of this?

Its not your problem, Lydecker said.

Hes sort of shooting at me, too, Zack said.

Another shot hit the table.  This guy really is an idiot, Jondy said. 

Ill be back in a second, Zack told Jondy.  He jabbed a finger in the direction of the colonel.  Whatever he says, just tune him out.

That is also insubordination, Lydecker pointed out.

Its all so much white noise, Jondy said to Zack.

Zack departed in the opposite direction from the snipers position.  Thats a big circle, Lydecker remarked.

Hmm, said Jondy, drumming her fingers on her knee.  Hell come up from behind.

I know, said Lydecker.

I know you know, she said.

Im just making conversation, Lydecker said.  To pass the time.  One of the snipers shots went wildly skyward, and tree branches cracked.  

Hang on.  Jondy tilted her head to the side, listening.  They were both able to hear a high, wailing scream.  It was suddenly cut short, and there was only early morning birdsong.  That guy, she said.  I noticed he had a state-of-the-art rifle.  Scope, tripod.  The works.

Well add it to our arsenal, the colonel said absently. Jondy turned and leaned back against the table.  She stretched out her legs, crossing them at the ankles.  She laced her fingers, resting her hands on her stomach.  Looking across the compound, she laughed.  Out of the line of fire, the other soldiers were watching impassively.  

Jondy smiled and gave them a friendly little wave.  Hey, she said to Lydecker.  The colonel turned to look at her.  Indicating the others, she said, Theyre not exactly falling over their feet to jump in front of you.

So I see, Lydecker said grimly.

Just making conversation, said Jondy.  To pass the time.

 

Joshuas House  afternoon

Ah, Cody said tentatively.  Nice baby?  He was holding Elfie under her arms.Shes not gonna puke on me, is she?

Joshua looked alarmed.  He took a hasty step forward.  She might, he said.  Youre holding her wrong. 

Shes Manticore, Cody said simply.  I bet I could drop her on her head and shed be fine.

Joshua bared his teeth, growling.  Give her to me, Gem said quickly.  Give her back.

Cody hung onto Elfie a moment more, staring into her tiny face.  He passed her off to Gem.  Gem curled a protective arm around her child.  Shes not Manticore, she said defiantly.  Why would you say such a thing?

Manticore burned, Joshua said.  Finished.

Cody shrugged.  Maybe so, he said.  But that doesnt change who we are.  And by we, I mean me and you.  He pointed to himself and Gem.  You, he said, pointing at Joshua, I dont know what the hell youre supposed to be.

Cody, Gem said, twin spots of color flaring in her cheeks, get out of here.  I dont know why you came.

Wait! Cody held up his hands.  I really did want to see you.  And my...my kid.  I want to see her again.

No, you dont, Gem said.  She turned away, hugging Elfie to her breast. 

I want to come back, said Cody.  Please.  Can I come back?

Gem and Joshua exchanged a glance.  I dont know, Gem said.  Well see.  Call me at work.

Cody smiled.  Okay.  Thats great.  Ill do that.  With a final look around, he left.

Gem, Joshua said.  I dont like him.

Tell me about it, she said.  I never liked him.  She looked down at Elfie and smiled a sad little smile.  But if it wasnt for him, I wouldnt have her.  I dont know what to think.

I dont want him to come back, Joshua said, looking troubled.

Maybe he just wants to see Elfie, Gem said.  Maybe hes learning what its like to be a real person.  She nuzzled Elfies nose.  Maybe hes not all bad.

Joshua took a hesitant step toward her.  Worriedly, he wrung his big hands.  Gem, he said.  Now that Elfies father is back"

Hes not her father, Gem snapped.  She looked up at Joshua.  When she spoke again, her voice was soft.  Joshua, she said.  With him...I never had a choice.  I got an order from Manticore, and I followed it.

I know, he said.

But you...I chose to be with you.

 

On the street near Joshuas House

Cody rounded the corner and got out his cell phone.  He hit a preprogrammed button and waited for his call to be picked up.  Sir! he said suddenly.  Even though there was no one to see, he snapped to attention.  He listened for a moment.  Yes, sir, he said.  I saw the child.  No, sir.  I was unable to achieve my objective.  X5-238 has some sort of monster guarding it.  

He listened.  When he spoke again, his voice was pained.  Sir, he said.  Its been so long.  Im ready to come in from the cold.  The child...cant I make you a new child?  I can 

Cody listened again.  Sir, cant I return to base now? he said, frustrated.  He was silent while the phone buzzed in his ear.  Sir, yes, sir, he said, his voice heavy.  Ill find a way.

 

Industrial Refrigerated Warehouse  Outskirts of Seattle, that night

Alec secreted cameras around the cavernous refrigerated warehouse.  He was dressed in black, and wearing a backpack full of cat burglar gear.  He had installed cameras in the office, and at all four entrances, with clear views of the loading bays.  There was a large walk-in freezer, and hed hidden another camera there.  Due the cold, he was concerned about condensation on the lens, so hed left the freezer door propped open to remind himself to double-check the camera before he left.

He was high on the catwalk, partially hidden behind a refrigeration unit and checking the circuit on his last camera, when the sharp click of stiletto heels on concrete alerted him to the presence of another person.  With one arm looped around a support beam, he leaned over and watched as Teeny Buckland came into view.  He sighed.  This is out of control, he said. 

Where are you? Teeny Buckland called, her voice echoing.  She had a large handbag tucked under her arm.  In her other hand she was gripping a Browning M-1911.  I know youre here!  I saw you come in!

Mrs. Buckland, Alec said.  Nice to see you again.

At the sound of his voice, Teeny Buckland jumped.  She trained her weapon on him.  I didnt expect you to be on the ceiling! she said.  

Im busy just now, Alec called.  Why dont you drop by the office tomorrow?  Oh, and leave your gun at home.

Teeny Buckland gestured with her pistol.  Get down here, she said.

Im actually really comfortable where I am, Alec replied.

Get down here! she demanded, sounding very frustrated.  Get down here and take off your clothes!

As tempting as that offer is Alec left the thought unfinished.

Dont you find me attractive? she said.

Oh, yeah, Alec said.  The part Im not liking is where you take something from me at gunpoint.

I asked you nicely the first time, she pouted.  And that got me nowhere.

Im not in the mood, he argued.

Teeny Buckland waved her gun.  This is bothering you?  Think of it as really kinky foreplay.

No, said Alec, shaking his head.  Im still not feeling it.

My husband and I pay our taxes.

Uh, okay, said Alec.

You were paid for with tax dollars, she said.  Our tax dollars.  I just want part of my investment back.

Alec was beginning to get worried.  From this distance, even he couldnt tell if she had the safety on or off.  Teeny Buckland was striking him as more than a little looney.  She might discharge her weapon, either accidentally or on purpose, and the warehouse was threaded with a network of cables, both electrical, and for the refrigeration system.  Mrs. Buckland, he called.  Ill come down if you put your gun away.

Oh, no, she said, shaking her head.  You get down here, first.

He sighed.  Just tell me what you want, okay?

I want some of your supercharged DNA, she said.  Youre going to make me pregnant.

Alec was so surprised he laughed out loud.  Lady, he said.  My DNA is so screwed up, if I made you pregnant, you could end up having kittens.  Is that what you want?  Fuzzy, little cat babies?

You look perfectly fine, she said.  Of all the photos my detective showed me, you were the nicest one.  I picked you especially.

Your detective? Alec said.  I thought I was your detective.

Thats rich, she said, laughing.  You didnt even notice I was following you.

I wasnt looking! Alec said.  Normally Id notice.  I used to be Black Ops.  Im very good at noticing things.

Hurry up! she whined.  My arm is getting tired!

Then put the gun down! he snapped.

Im going to shoot you, she said.  She closed one eye, peering down the rear sight.  I bet you could still do it, even after I shoot you.

I bet I could, too, Alec said under his breath.  Aloud, he said.  Take your finger off the trigger!  Put it outside the trigger guard!

Stop telling me what to do! she shrieked, and discharged her weapon.  The bullet tore through one of the coolant cables.  There were sparks.  Oh-oh, she said.

Oh, jeez, Alec moaned. Get the hell out of here!  Go!

Teeny Buckland turned on her heel and ran, just ahead of a small explosion.  Under Alec, the catwalk shuddered.  He threw out his arms for balance.  You are not going to collapse! he told the catwalk.  The first explosion set off a second.  Flames began to creep up the walls.  An alarm blared.  Oh, great, Alec said.  Thats just super.  

He pulled a modified crossbow out of his backpack, took aim, and fired.  A long cable played out.  Far below the crossbow bolt sank into the wall near the walk-in freezer.  Alec used a carabiner to secure his end of the line to the support strut.  He fit a pulley with a handgrip onto the cable.  Climbing over the catwalk railing, he took hold of the handgrip with both hands, and stepped off.  His own weight carried him down the zip line.  He was almost down when another explosion shook the catwalk.  He let go of the handgrip and dropped, rolling right into the freezer.  

Any port in a storm, Alec said, happy that he was down, and in one piece.  He was picking himself up when there was an enormous crash.  The catwalk collapsed, falling against the freezer door, wedging it shut.  

You gotta be kidding me! he said.  He tried the door.  It wouldnt open; it was completely blocked by debris.  He scraped away a layer of frost from the little window, and peered out.  There were flames everywhere. As he watched, another coolant line erupted in a shower of sparks. 

In his frustration, he spun into a roundhouse kick.  The freezer door didnt budge.  Dammit! he yelled.  And  ouch!  He jumped up and down, his entire leg aching.  He leaned against the chilly wall, under a worn and faded sign that read, Proud Member of the International Association of Refrigerated Warehouses!

Okay, Smart Alec, he said aloud.  Get yourself out of this one.

 

Terminal City

At this hour of the night, Terminal City was quiet.  On her way down the dark hall to the infirmary, Max passed two X5s whose names she had forgotten.  In her preoccupation, she forgot to nod hello.  The soldiers, deeply engrossed in conversation, didnt notice the slight.  And then she offered to pay me cash money, the first soldier was saying.  He was tall and well built, with dark skin and very broad shoulders. 

You should have taken it, the second soldier said seriously.  He was a little shorter than his comrade, with pale blonde hair and wide-set eyes.  So she wanted an exotic lay.  Thats not a crime.

Im not so sure, replied the first soldier.  I think paying for it is.  Or selling it.  One of those.  I get confused.

The ordinaries are very confusing, the second soldier agreed.

Max made a face.  She had a hand up to open the infirmary door, when it was abruptly opened from the other side, and Aveta was there.  Max, she said pleasantly.  Are you looking for me?  Aveta tilted her head to side, a quizzical expression on her face.  She seemed to be listening to something.  Something very soft.

I dont know, Max told Aveta.  She was feeling queasy and anxious.  Having come this far, she wasnt sure how to proceed.  Her cell phone rang.  Stalling, Max fished the phone out of her jacket pocket, and glanced at the display.  She saw that it was just Alec, so she hung up.

Come in, Aveta said, holding open the door.  We can talk.

Maxs phone rang again, and she sighed in exasperation.  She checked the display; it was still Alec.  Hang on, she told Aveta.  She pressed the button, saying, Yeah?

Alecs voice crackled over a static-filled line.  Hey, Max.  How are you?  In the background, Max could hear an alarm, and something that was suspiciously similar to the sound of very heavy things crashing to the ground.

Alec, Max said.  Im kinda busy here.

Wait! he said.  Dont hang up!

Listening to Alecs tale of woe, Max groaned.  That is so like you!  She listened a few moments longer.  Fine, she said into the phone.  Im on my way.  She hung up, and turned to Aveta.  Ill have to catch you later, she told the medic. 

Aveta leaned against the doorframe, watching Max depart.  You do that, she said, softly.

End Act III

Industrial Refrigerated Warehouse

Logan, can you hear me? Alec asked, panting slightly from the cold. 

I got you Alec, finally. Had some trouble connecting the comms. And Im only getting feed from three of the cameras. 

Alec grimaced when he heard Logan gasp and start typing furiously on his keyboard.

What the hell happened? Alec, where are you? All I can see is flames! Logan exclaimed. How did you manage to start a fire?

I didnt! Alec protested. Im trapped in a meat locker because of that sex-crazed maniac whos been after me all week. A slight chuckle from Logan drifted over the earpiece, and Alec continued. She went crazy...told me she wanted my transgenic DNA. Wants a super-charged baby or something. Starts shooting at me...ya know, classic foreplay. Only she couldnt shoot the broad side of a barn.  So she sets off a chain reaction that included a fire and my ass in a freezer.

That woman cant give up, can she? Logan replied, sounding amused. Turning serious, he asked, Alec, how are you going to get out of there? Those guys are gonna be coming soon once the word gets out their stash is up in flames.

I called your girl to come and get me before I turn into a frozen Alec popsicle! Alec exclaimed. 

You called Max for backup? Logan asked worriedly. 

Alec furrowed his brow. Yeah, who else was I gonna call? Teeny shot at me, I got trapped, and I called Max. Seemed logical to me.

Logan interrupted. Alec, I see movement outside the warehouse. Looks like Max. 

******************

Max stealthily crept around the corner of the warehouse. She could see flames licking along the walls. Sighing, she muttered to herself.

Once again, saving Alecs sorry ass.

A window above her head shattered against the pressure of the fire, showering glass all over her. Shaking off the debris, she swung up over the ledge and carefully lowered herself into the building.  The sprinkler system kicked in at full force at that moment, and immediately she was drenched.  Blowing her wet curls out of her face, she maneuvered quickly through the building, scanning for signs of Alec and the freezer. 

Narrowing her eyes, she peered through the dark, and across the room, she could see Alec shivering slightly, gazing at her through a frost-laden window. She shook her head, and swiftly crossed the room, avoiding falling debris. She stopped in front of the door of the large freezer and crossed her arms. 

So, you just couldnt handle all the excitement and wanted to drag me into this too, huh? 

Alec raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Hey, I cant help it if the whole female population of Seattle is suddenly attracted to me, he replied jauntily.

What the hell are you doing here in the first place, Alec?

Im beginning to ask myself that same question, Max, he replied, emphasizing her name with a slight growl. In a moment of weakness, I agreed to help your boyfriend out on a mission. I shoulda known itd end up in disaster.  He heard a muffled sigh in his ear.

Max raised her eyebrows in surprise. Youre on an Eyes Only mission? she asked. 

Yeah, on behalf of Sublime P.I.  Would have gone smoothly, too, if that hormonally charged crazy lady hadnt shown up.

Max silently laughed to herself. Digging through the debris, she hefted the beams of the catwalk blocking the door out of the way, pushing it over until it fell with a thud behind her. Grabbing the handle, she jerked open the door. Alec strolled out, grinning at her. 

Thanks, he said. Leaning over, he began to breathe deeply, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to warm up.

Max merely shook her head in amusement. Sublime P.I., huh? she asked. I like it. 

Alec grinned at her, then straightened up and looked around, surveying the damage. The sprinklers had shut down, and the fire was out, leaving smoke hanging heavily in the air. He looked around in relief to see that despite the fallen catwalk, there was very little damage to the stolen food supplies.  

Logan, he said, We gotta readjust the cameras. Dont wanna disappoint you, do we? he teased. 

Maxs head snapped up. You got Logan on comms? she asked. Alec nodded his affirmation. Max turned around, growing silent.  

Alec groaned. Aww, come on, Maxie. Dont go all pouty on me just because Logan asked me to do this and not you.

Max jerked her head toward him. Just go check the cameras, she grumbled.

Working their way around the warehouse, they inspected the cameras. Amazingly, only one had sustained any real water damage. Alec readjusted the remaining cameras to strategically point at the doors and the back of the warehouse. 

Great, Alec, Logan said. At last! Ive got visual on the doors and most of the floor of the warehouse. Plus the office and freezer.

Excellent. Alec grinned, wiping his hands. Lets get outta here. Stretching his arms over his head, he suddenly winced in pain, a slow hiss escaping his lips. 

Max came up beside him, placing a hand on his forehead. Youre still cold, she remarked, dropping her hand. 

Yeah, well, you took your sweet time getting here while I was cryogenically preserving myself, he responded. And I think I might have broken some ribs when I...uh...jumped off the catwalk.

Millions of dollars of research, and youre still a klutz, Max teased.

Alec just shook his head in response, walking ahead of her to lead them out of the building, nursing his bruised side.   

Time to go debrief the great Eyes Only, he said, throwing a grin over his shoulder.  He heard Logan snort into his earpiece.

As they neared the door, it swung open and three large men came barreling in. Max and Alec barely had time to duck behind some of the fallen debris before powerful flashlights illuminated the burnt ruins of the warehouse. 

Great, Alec hissed softly through his mounting pain. Word got out fast.

The men began cursing as they stomped further into the building. 

The boss is definitely not going to be happy about this, the first one said. 

We need to check out the shipment, another one said, sweeping his flashlight to get a better view of the damage.

Behind the crate where they were hiding, Max tilted her head and silently signaled to Alec. When he responded in the affirmative, she swung into action. Shoving the crate over, she shot straight into the air, landing directly behind the first goon. 

Were you looking for something, big boy? she jeered. 

Before he could turn around, she kicked her leg out, connecting with his back and sending him sprawling across the floor, his flashlight clattering on the ground. 

The second man pulled out a gun and pointed it at Max. Alec ran swiftly toward him, blurring past his outstretched hand, twisting it up and around the mans back, and leveled a blow between the mans shoulder blades. The man fell with a grunt, and Alec again hissed in pain, his ribs aching. 

Behind him, the third man began shooting. Alec swiveled around in time to see Max jump toward him, kicking the gun out of his hand. The man staggered to the side, but quickly recovered and lunged at Max, thrusting out a hand to punch her. He struck her squarely in the chest, and she stumbled backward, sluggishly waving her arms behind her in attempt to break her fall. Tumbling over a fallen rafter, she landed on her back, rolling over and clutching her side. Alec tackled the man, knocking him out with a blow to the head. 

He turned around in time to see the first man stagger to his feet, and found himself in a face-off. Alec was breathing heavily now, the burn in his side intensifying and his arms beginning to ache from having been in the cold of the freezer for so long. He heard Logans voice crackle over the comm. Max! 

Out of his other ear, Alec heard Max moaning, followed by a retching sound as she began to throw up. Using the remaining strength he had, Alec concentrated on the man in front of him. The man lurched forward, and Alec threw up in hands in defense. The mans fist made contact with his stomach and he winced in pain at the impact. Alec swung an upper cut, landing squarely on the mans jaw, jerking his head back. Spinning around, he shot his leg out, kicking the man in the gut. He breathed a sigh of relief as the man fell in a heap on the ground. 

Alec ran toward Max.  Come on, we need to get outta here.  Now, he said, helping her to her feet. 

Max shrugged off his help. Im fine.  Lets go, she muttered.  

That doesnt look like fine, Alec responded, jerking his thumb in the direction where she had been lying.

Lets just go, Alec! Max said, her voice raised in frustration.

Alec stormed ahead of her out of the building. Max followed, rubbing the heel of her palm against her temple. When they reached the motorcycles, Alec swung one leg over his, straddling the bike and leaning back to take a deep breath.  

What the hell happened to you back there?

Max cocked her head to the side. Guy just got a lucky blow, thats all.

Looked like more than that, Max. What kind of backup is that? The guy hits you once and you start hurling your lunch all over the place?

Max narrowed her eyes. Backup? You get yourself locked in a freezer and I come save your ass, and youre gonna ride me about backup? 

Im just sayin you went down quick.  Nasty sight for a transgenic, Alec said. 

The guysre out now, whats the difference? she countered.

Alec threw his hands up in defeat. So you and Logan have a fight, and I get to be the punching bag? he asked.  You could have used them, he said, jerking his thumb toward the goons in the warehouse.

Shaking her head, Max eased onto her bike. I just dont feel good, she said. As an afterthought, she asked, Howre the ribs?

Alec shrugged. Ill get Aveta to check them out later.  Seriously, Max, whats wrong with you?

Max snapped her head up. None of your damn business! She started the bike, gunned it, and rode off before he could respond. 

Alec stared at her retreating back. Women! he muttered, shaking his head in confusion.

Tell me about it, a voice resounded in his ear.

 

Fogle Towers

Max slumped against the elevator doors, determined to ride out the latest wave of nausea. Just give me a decent nights sleep, she thought. Cant even deal with talking to Logan about this whole spinal cord thing. So he didnt give me the heads up. Now I know, end of story. No big dealio.  Hes stubborn as ever. That thought brought a slight smile to her lips, which quickly turned into a grimace as her stomach rolled over yet again.

This cant be happening, she thought. Hell, this is not happening...Sandeman told me himself. Im strung out, she said aloud, relieved when the elevator made it to the penthouse floor. Hesitating a moment outside Logans door, she took a breath and sauntered into the apartment. Crossing into the living room, she dropped onto the couch as Logan emerged from the office.

Hey, she said, looking at Logan, who was sitting in his wheelchair. 

Hey yourself, Logan responded warily. 

So ya called Alec for some leg work, huh? 

Thought you might need a break, Logan responded quietly.

Max stretched out on the couch, resting her hands across her abdomen. Logan wheeled up and stopped in front of her, leaning his elbows on his knees. 

She closed her eyes before speaking. So I guess you know what went down tonight.

Yeah, I do, Logan replied softly, pressing the back of his hand against her forehead. You dont have a fever, he commented, caressing her hair and twirling a curl around his forefinger. 

Max shrugged. Its stress, ya know? Its all good. So I got a little sick on a mission? No big dealio.

You need to take some time off, Max. Youve worn yourself down. Logan traced his fingers down her cheek, lightly stroking her skin. Max opened her eyes and found Logan leaning over her, his lips brushing against hers. Got room for me on that couch? 

Max slid down the couch and waited for Logan to settle in before laying her head against his chest. He laced his arms tightly around her. Max, Logan began, Im sorry I didnt tell you about...my condition. But its not what you think...I do trust you. And I respect you more than anyone. I just...

Max shook her head against him. Doesnt matter, Logan. Can we just deal with this tomorrow? Cuz right now Im pretty beat. She looked up at him, her eyes dark and drained. 

Logan tilted his head toward her and softly captured her lips. His fingers splayed against her back, running lightly under her shirt. Max deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing into him, her breath quickening. She trailed kisses across his jaw and lightly nipped his ear. Lets go to bed, she whispered. 

Dont you want a bath? Or something to eat? Logan teased. 

Max shook her head, stood up, and walked back to the bedroom. By the time Logan got there, she was under the covers, curled up in the middle of the bed. 

Max, I worked on translating part of those new runes tonight, Logan whispered, moving onto the bed and wrapping his body around hers. 

She nuzzled her face into his neck and twined her legs with his. Did you find out tomorrows winning lottery numbers? she joked. 

Logan smiled, letting his fingers wander over her hip, up her back, finally weaving into her hair. Yeah. 4-5-2. 

Max let out a small laugh and then grew serious, looking up into his eyes. What do they mean?

They appear to be directions of some kind. Im not totally sure, but I think its some kind of guide for reconstructing DNA, he answered.  

Max scrunched her nose in confusion. What the hell is it for? Not like my DNA can get much more screwed up.

Well figure it out, Max. I promise, Logan said, kissing her forehead.

Max ran her hand up his arm, stopping to cup his cheek, and kissed him firmly on the lips. I love you, Logan.

Love you too, he replied, waiting until she had fallen asleep before he would allow himself to close his eyes. 

 

Infirmary, Terminal City  Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Max slowly walked into Avetas office, softly closing the door behind her. Aveta looked up from her desk and smiled. 

Hey, Max, she said warmly. Get everything taken care of yesterday?

Yeah, Max replied. Pulled Alec out of the frying pan and the fire, as usual. 

Aveta nodded. Weve missed you around here.

Yeah, well, can't say as I've missed the place that much myself. Great place to visit and all that jazz. But it is good to see you guys every now and again. Max grinned.

Aveta was silent, and Max began to fidget with the zipper of her jacket. So, uh, looks like you still have everything up and running here.

Nodding, Aveta responded, I wanted to keep it open for the ones who have stayed. She paused, looking at Max. Is there something on your mind, Max?

Figured I need a checkup. Ive been getting sick lately. Nothing too serious, but I figure I cant afford to go invalid.

Aveta motioned for Max to sit on the examining table. Tossing her jacket in a nearby chair, Max slid onto the table. She sat silently as Aveta gently pressed her hands into Max's abdomen.

Vomiting? Aveta questioned. Tired, weak? 

Max nodded. Thought it might be the flu?

How far along do you think you are? Aveta asked.

What? Max jerked her head up. Youre shittin me! she gasped. I cant...its not...well, its not possible, she protested.

Are you not sexually active? Aveta prodded, somewhat amused.

Max blushed slightly. Yeah, but...I cant get pregnant. I mean, Im not supposed to.

Why is that? Aveta asked. 

Long story, but lets just say its another hazard of being the freakin savior of the world. A side effect courtesy of Sandeman, Max replied sarcastically.

Max, Im 100 percent sure youre pregnant.

Max shook her head in disbelief. Can you run a blood test or something? Just to make sure? she asked.

Aveta nodded, walking over to the supply cabinet to retrieve a syringe.

Max turned and lay back on the table, sticking out her arm. Lets get this bitch over with.

End Act IV

EPILOGUE

Crash - that night

Max sat with Original Cindy, Sketchy, Alec, and Sky at a table.  Empty glasses and a nearly empty pitcher of beer littered the table as Sketchy drained his own glass.

People still chasin you around? Original Cindy asked Alec, crossing her arms and leaning them on the table.

Yeah, its weird.  Never thought Id think being propositioned at every turn was a bad thing.  He took a sip of his own beer.

Sketchy put his now-empty glass down on the table, the glass slamming against the wood in his haste.  Hey, I was almost tempted to sneak behind Normals back and grab that stamp pad myself.

Ooh, Sketch, trust me  not worth it.

You okay, sugah? Original Cindy asked Max, nodding at the empty space on the table in front of her.  You havent had a thing all night.

Yeah, Im fine.  Max smiled, reaching into her pocket and dropping a bill on the table as she stood up.  I gotta jet.  Next rounds on me.

More beer, Sketchy grunted as he took the money and the empty pitcher up to the bar.  Max wasnt far behind, heading for the stairs.  The TV behind the bar fritzed into an Eyes Only hack, and Sketchy watched in admiration.  Max paused as well.

Do not attempt to adjust your set.  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 Seattle.  Inevitably, in life, one must make the choice between withholding information and coming forward with the truth.  This week, one man made the right choice.  This footage shows you where your donations have gone--not to the hungry, but to the pockets of the police at our borders.  John Milham has been cheating those who can least afford it.  Now the truth is out.  This has been a Streaming Freedom Video Bulletin from the Eyes Only informant net.  Peace.  Out.

Eyes Only does it again, Sketchy grinned, handing the pitcher to the bartender to refill.  At the top of the stairs, a patron entered the bar, and the sound of a revving motorcycle engine followed her inside.

Space Needle

Max stood on the roof of the observation deck, looking out over the city and smiling.

Logan talks a good game  admitting the truth and all  but it took him long enough to finally play it.  Oh, well.  At least he did.  Now it looks like its my turn.  A city full of loonies chasin sires out there, and Im the one who ends up pregnant.  For a while there I wasnt sure Logan and I would ever get to this point.  Guess we have, though.  If youd told me about this a couple years ago, Id have laughed.  I mean, me, a mom?  But hey...stranger things have happened. 

END OF EPISODE 3.15

