s03e20_THE TROUBLE WITH MAX

The Penthouse  February 15, 9:00 AM 

The announcer on Channel Three broke into the regularly scheduled program.

This is a Channel Three News special. Stand by for an announcement from the State House in Olympia. 

The television on top of the wine rack crackled, causing Logan to look up from the banks of computers. He had been putting the finishing touches on an Eyes Only broadcast about federal excess and the public sentiment against the government because of it. The man in the street was shouting for secession louder and louder. Logan wheeled himself into the dining room so he could see the TV.

The scene shifted to a podium in front of the State House. Governor Savidge, the lieutenant governor, and several other state notables stood behind the podium. The governor, her eyes darting from side to side as if she were looking for something, began to speak.

Today, I have asked the State Legislature to pass a bill making National Guard service mandatory by all citizens of Washington State between the ages of 18 and 45, effective immediately. This conscription bill will greatly enhance the number of soldiers available to defend our borders. I ask that all citizens of Washington State cooperate once this bill passes. Thank you.

Jane Savidge abruptly turned her back on the cameras and strode off, followed by her entourage.

Logan turned down the sound on the television and went back to the computer, this time bringing up all the information he could find on Jane Savidge. He scratched his head, and a puzzled expression formed on his face as the data scrolled. After extracting the piece of information he was looking for, he reached for the phone.

Hello, Alec? Logan. Ive got a job for you. You just saw Governor Savidges announcement?

The voice on the other end of the line acknowledged that he had.

Well, dont you think its odd that the governor is calling for compulsory service when she has a twenty-year-old daughter who would be immediately conscripted?

Yeah, I guess so, Alec replied, On the other hand, maybe shes a really patriotic citizen who believes in military service. Or maybe her daughter wants to join up.

Trust me, Alec. My family has known her family socially for years. None of them are hawks, Jane Savidge especially. No, somethings going on. I know it. Logan looked back at the computer screen and scrolled down a page.

Okay, so we trust your instincts. Now what? Alec asked.

Well, heres what I want you to do. Get down to Olympia as soon as possible and look around. I suspect the governors being coerced into making that announcement. She looked very nervous during that speech, and Ive never known her to be nervous. If you find anything, call me. In the meantime, keep an eye on her. Ill investigate further to see if I can find out whats going on and whos influencing her. Think you can track down the daughter?

No sweat, Alec replied. Should I stop by your place for anything on the way to Olympia?

No, I dont think so. As long as youve got a weapon and a cell phone, I think youre equipped. Keep in touch. Logan hung up the phone and went back to hacking into Governor Savidges records, searching for clues to her sudden desire to strengthen Washingtons military. 

The Committees conference room  9:15 AM

After the news report, Kathryn Birman turned off the television in the elegant conference room. Her fellow Committee members leaned back in their chairs in satisfaction. She sat down at the head of the table, a smug smile on her face. 

Gentlemen, the governor has taken our...suggestion, as you see.

Too bad she needed more persuasion than the governor of California, Rex Selkirk said.

Well, at least she did what we  suggested. Our plan is proceeding... General McKenzie agreed.

Yes, its right on schedule...As long as Eyes Only doesnt wreck it  again, Kathryn grumbled.

We have to...do something about him. Hes caused too much trouble already  exposing Project Manticore...

Revealing Stevensons death  We had to really hustle to limit the damage on that one  and delaying the Healthcorp deal...

Yes, hes not only costing us time, hes costing us money, Kathryn stated. We need to neutralize him as soon as possible.

Well, we had X5-452s motorcycle fitted with a tracking device so shed lead us to Eyes Only. She seems to know him very well. Rex Selkirk said. 

Any luck with that? asked Kathryn.

Unfortunately, no. She apparently discovered the device. But well keep monitoring her in other ways until she leads us to Eyes Only.

Kathryn looked at him out of the corner of her eye. And how long do you think that will take? Weve got a schedule to meet, you know, and we dont need that interfering pain-in-the-ass crusader throwing a monkey wrench in the works. This needs to be resolved quickly.

Yes, Kathryn, it will be, Harriet Short sighed. It will be.

Kathryn got up from the table. It better. She turned on her heel, and left the room.

END OF PROLOGUE

The Penthouse, 1:15 PM

The clock on the wall ticked along as the tapping of keys echoed through the apartment. Logans attention was focused on his computer screen as he opened file after file, reading reports from Olympia as well as from Austin, Sacramento, and Washington, D.C. He jotted down an occasional note on a pad sitting by his keyboard.

Finally he lifted his head, stretched a bit, and checked the clock.

The clock on the wall said quarter to eight as Max gathered up her backpack and her Jam Pony cap. She walked into the computer room where Logan was working on the exoskeleton. That things still not fixed? she asked. I thought youd have it up and runnin in no time, like you usually do.

So did I, he responded, his voice indicating his annoyance at the broken device. That whack on the pavement screwed it up more than I thought it had. I finally found a replacement for the damaged actuator, got the wiring in place, went to repair some circuit boards...and ran out of solder. Havent been able to get my hands on any yet.

Economic breakdown strikes again, Max commented, giving Logan a kiss and leaving the room. Gotta jet.

Okay, came his reply as he tightened some screws. Hey, come back here for a second.

Cant. Dont wanna be late today.

Logan raised an eyebrow at that. He set down the screwdriver he was holding and wheeled out to the door, where Max was headed with her mountain bike. Since when are you worried about getting to work on time?

Hey, it happens now and then, you know, she shrugged. She flashed him a lopsided smile. Girls gotta get paid.

He smiled back. She opened the door and was about to take a step when he playfully grabbed the rear wheel of her bike, halting her progress. Max looked at him with curiosity.

You havent had lunch here in a while, he told her. How about it today? Ill make those sandwiches you like and we can just hang out.

She paused, looking slightly uncomfortable, then smiled again. Is that all you have in mind? she asked, eyebrow cocked.

Well...I could be convinced otherwise...

Max laughed. Ill bet. She tugged her bike out of his grasp and started walking it out the door. Okay. See ya at noon, assuming Normal doesnt send me across town at ten to.

Lets hope not. See ya. Logan closed the door after her and then turned to answer his ringing cell phone. It wasnt long before he was buried nose-deep in Eyes Only business.

Logan had lost track of time. The hour hand was well past the one now.

Max? Logan called. He turned to go look for her. He checked the whole apartment, in case she had sneaked in from a late lunchtime run while hed been engrossed in work. He checked the kitchen first, then the living room, then the rest of the apartment, but she was nowhere to be found.

Logan picked up the phone and dialed her cell phone. It rang and rang with no answer, so he paged her instead and went back to work.

 

Jam Pony  1:30 PM

All right, you bums! Normal shouted as he walked through Jam Pony, carrying his clipboard and a package under his arm. Get to work! You, he said to Sketchy, who was entering the building, get this package to 3187 Arlington. The client wants it there in twenty minutes.

No can do, Sketchy told him, walking right past the outstretched package and digging into his bag. I just got back from Sector 11. Riders get ten minutes between long runs.

Yeah, and customers get their packages on time, Normal shot back, irritated. The customers? Remember them? The ones who hire us and keep us in business?

The ones who call up four hours after a delivery and ask for a pickup? Sketchy countered, pulling a large padded envelope out of his bag and waving it at Normal as a told-you-so.

Normal ignored it. Yes, those customers. Put the envelope down and take this to Sector 6.

Break time. Sketchy made a big show of putting his watch in front of his eyes and checking the time. Guess youll just have to find someone else.

Normal rolled his eyes and sighed.

Sketchy dropped the padded envelope onto Normals counter. Thats for Max, he said, pointing to it as he walked away. The pickup from Sector 11.

That slacker can get it when she comes back from her run...or whatever it is shes off doing, Normal grumbled. He left the envelope on the counter and went to find an available messenger.

 

The Penthouse  2:15 PM

It was quarter after two when Logan put down his work, unable to wait any longer for Max to return his page. He picked up the phone and dialed her old apartment number.

You got the one and only Original Cindy. Im not home, so leave a message  

Logan hung up and dialed again.

Jam Pony, how can I help you? said a harried but agreeable voice on the other end. Normal was speaking into his headset while handing out packages and shooing talkative messengers away from the time clock.

Logan Cale. Is Max there?

Well, I guess you were about due for a phone call, werent you? Havent heard from you in quite a while. Normal bent underneath the counter to retrieve a form for a messenger. He resumed speaking when he straightened up. No, shes not here.

Logan sighed and checked his watch. When was she there last?

She hasnt been back here since her first run this morning. Big surprise. This isnt the first time shes run off and left our customers in the lurch.

Be careful out there, Logan told Max as she climbed out of the car.

You know I will, she agreed, closing the door and leaning through the window to grin at him. I gotta get back to work in one piece, cause you know Im Normals star messenger.

Is he aware of that? Logan joked.

Normal wouldnt be aware of a snapping turtle if it bit him in the ass, Max said, rolling her eyes. She flashed Logan a quick smile, then turned to complete the mission, her backpack-clad figure quickly disappearing into the crowd. 

All right, Logan told Normal. Thanks anyway.

 

Sublime P.I.  2:30 PM

Cody reached for the door. Entering the laundromat at the front of Sublime P.I., he spied Gem at a table near the back. She had two washers going, and seemed to be in the process of sorting a pile of whites from colors. Elfie was nearby, snoozing in her stroller. Quietly, Cody locked the door behind him. He called out, Is that your underwear? Playfully, he covered his eyes with his hands. Im not looking!

Cody! Gem jumped, startled. I didnt hear you come in!

Business is booming, I see. Cody sauntered down the row of machines. He passed a couple of laundry carts on casters. A few more steps took him past a bucket and mop. Overhead, one of the fluorescent lights flickered, and went out.

Shoot. Gem looked up. Those are hard to replace.

I thought your boyfriend was good at scrounging things.

My what? Gems forehead creased. Alec? God, hes not my boyfriend.

Ah, said Cody. So, thats not his laundry.

Good grief, Gem laughed. Thats all for Elfie. She pointed at a washing machine. And that. She pointed at another. And that. A girl could lose her mind.

Where is he? Cody put his hands in his pockets. He leaned back against a dryer. Alec, I mean. Is he around?

No. Gem turned back to her sorting. In a minute Im gonna tell you to hold your breath, she said. And when I say so, do it, because Ill be putting these dirty diapers in to wash. With her foot, she indicated a garbage bag under the table.

Roger that, Cody said agreeably. So  Alec?

Hes on a job, said Gem.

And the dog that walks like a man? He around?

Gems shoulders got stiff. No  and youre lucky, because if you insult him to his face again, I wont be very happy about it. You know his name. Its Joshua. She looked up at Cody, all of her freckles standing out against her fair skin. Here are your options. Refer to him by name, or get the hell out.

Cody snorted. You know what, Gem? Youre really kind of bossy.

Gem was taken aback. Excuse me?

Thats right, Cody said. And I dont like it. I dont like it at all.

Gem shook her head in disbelief. Well, she said, pointing, theres the door. 

Fine. Cody turned as if to go. Out of the blue, he hit her sharply with a backward elbow strike. Gem staggered back against the table.

What the hell? Gem sputtered. Why did you do that? Get away from me! She pushed off from the table and charged him with a running kick. Cody moved forward to meet her, deflecting the kick with an inside block. He captured her kicking leg, and raised it upward, flipping her over backward. Gem landed on the table. She scuttled sideways, out of his reach, and fell on the floor. She rolled onto her back, and did a kip up. She advanced again, hitting him in the face with a palm heel strike to the nose. She followed that with a right hook. It was Codys turn to stagger.

Gem darted around him, to get some distance from the wall. Now her back was to the front door. She threw a worried glance at Elfie, dancing back to avoid Cody as he spun, throwing a punch. Gem took a step to the side, pivoting, and executed a double kick. Cody threw up his forearm, blocking the first thrust, and the second. He laughed. Is that all youve got, 238?

I knew it! Gem snarled. I knew you couldnt be a civilian! Angrily, she threw a straight punch. Cody ducked and grabbed Gems arm, pulling her to him. He bent her hand back in a submission hold. Gem groaned, straining. Cody landed a full punch to her face, and immediately struck again, targeting her gut. He let go of her arm and the force of the blow carried Gem back a few steps. Cody whirled into a roundhouse, striking Gem in the chest. She flew into the air, and hit the floor hard. Cody strode forward. Coughing, Gem got to her hands and knees. Before she could get to her feet, Cody drew back his leg and kicked her. He kicked her again, and she fell on her stomach, wheezing.

Cautiously, Gem got to her knees. She hugged her stomach, and looked up at Cody. Why are you doing this? What the hell is wrong with you?

Cody threw up his hands. You work in a laundromat! Youre better than that!

I do not work in a laundromat! Gem said hotly. The laundromat is extra!

Cody made a dismissive gesture. Oh...I cant talk to you! He turned away, snatching up the mop. He broke the mop handle over his knee.

Gem got to her feet in a hurry, but not quickly enough. Cody came at her, swinging, and that was the last thing she saw.

 

The Penthouse  2:45 PM

Logan turned back to his work, trying to concentrate despite his growing worry. Max hadnt stopped home as promised, wasnt at her old place, hadnt been seen at work since her first run, and hadnt answered his phone calls or his page.

Still havent heard from her, huh? Bling asked. Max can take care of herself.

Didnt ease my mind before, and it isnt working now, either, Logan muttered. His usual rapid jump from file to file had slowed to a distracted crawl.

A few minutes after Logan had left Dr. Vertes examination room, while he was gathering his stuff and arranging his next appointment, he heard the sound of crashing glass from the other room. He made his way back to the door, opened it a crack, and peered through. Max was on the ground, holding an attackers knife inches from her own face.

Logan shook his head to clear the memory, but another soon replaced it. 

The Aztek roared into the parking garage. Max was fighting the Reds, who were beginning to overpower her. 

Logan shot at them, giving her an opportunity to run for the car and dive into the back seat. Later he looked at her burned shoulder and cut lip, and wondered what would have happened if he hadnt made it there in time.

That did it. Logan shut off the computer, grabbed his keys and his gun, and wheeled out the door.




END OF ACT I

Jam Pony  3:15 PM

Logan, wet from the rain that had started to fall, came down the ramp and approached the counter. Normal barely glanced up from the envelopes he was sorting. I told you shes not here. What, you had to come and see for yourself?

Maybe, Logan said defensively. She hasnt shown up yet?

No. Imagine that. Got her check, took her first run, and hasnt been seen since. Normal handed a paycheck envelope to Sky as he passed by. Here. Dont let me catch you faking signatures again or youll be missing more than a few hours of pay.

Ignoring Normal, Sky moved across the room to greet Sketchy. They began playing hacky-sack as Logan turned back to Normal. Where was her last run to? Maybe I can track her down.

Thats confidential. Customers trust that we dont give out their information.

Im just looking for Max. Tell me where to look.

Normal gave him a sideways glance and sighed. He turned around to check some papers on a clipboard. Logan glanced briefly to the side and saw the hacky-sack game moving closer to the counter.

Still facing the rear wall, Normal read from the clipboard. 833 Hamlin. Sector elev  Hey! Normal had turned around and finally noticed the game. No games inside! This is a place of business, not a park!

Come on, Normal, were going for a record here, Sketchy protested, concentrating on the beanbag. He and Sky kept kicking it back and forth.

Logan pulled a notepad out of his pocket and jotted down the address Normal had given him.

Normal charged out from behind the counter. Do I have to get in the middle of this again? You slackers dont even know the difference between break time and work time. Gimme that! He reached for the beanbag. Sketchy and the other messenger managed to play keep-away with it, grinning mischievously as Normal ducked this way and that in his effort to snatch the beanbag away.

I told you, Normal, the record wont be brok  AAH! Sketchy tripped over one of his trailing shoelaces and fell headfirst. Arms flailing for balance, he accidentally knocked a huge stack of papers off of the counter as he went down. Sketchy crashed to the floor, and the papers floated off the counter like falling leaves. The wind from the rainstorm outside blew them farther around, sending some of them gliding across the room.

You idiot! Normal cried, stooping to grab some papers from the floor. If any of these delivery slips get lost, its coming out of your pay!

 

Sublime P.I.  3:25 PM

When Gem came to, Cody was on his cell phone. Yes, sir, she heard him say. Hanging up, he turned, and seemed surprised to find her awake. Rats. I should have hit you twice. 

Gem sat up. Cody was lifting Elfie out of her stroller. Cody, no!

Stay back, he warned. If you think I wont hurt her  youre nuts.

What are you doing? Helplessly, Gem put her hands on her thighs. Leave her alone!

Im taking her with me, Cody said grimly. And youre going to do exactly what I say. He balanced the baby on one hip, and reached into his pocket with his other hand. He extracted a pair of handcuffs.

Oh. Gems voice was tight. Oh, God.

Cody threw the cuffs at her. They bounced off her knee, and landed on the floor with a metallic thud. Pick them up.

Tentatively, Gem reached for the cuffs. Why are you doing this?

Shut up! he shouted. Dont make me kill you! Do you think I want to kill the mother of my baby?

What are you going to do with her? demanded Gem.

Cody looked down at Elfie and broke into a smile. Shes my ticket  back to a real life, the life Im supposed to have.

Youre insane, Gem breathed. Youre going to sell her!

Its more of a trade, he clarified with a shrug. I give her back, and I get what I want. Its as simple as that.

Please dont do this, Gem begged. Shes just a baby.

Get up. Cody shifted his weight, watching her. Cautiously, Gem got to her feet, still holding the handcuffs. Slow! he snapped, and Gem froze. Stiffly, she held up her hands. Handcuff yourself to the radiator.

Cody  Gem started, but he cut her off.

Do it! And be glad Im not taking you back, too.

Screw you! she said angrily.

Cody grinned. You already did.

No, Gem said. I mean  screw you!  She threw the handcuffs at his head, and Cody batted them away. Gem ran forward. Dropping to the ground, she swept his leg. Cody fell, swearing, and Elfie started to cry. Scrambling, Gem pulled the baby out of his arms. Cody grabbed Gems leg, and she kicked at him. He made an angry noise. Gem bounced to her feet and took off for the exit. She snagged a laundry cart, pulling it alongside her as she ran. Cody was up almost immediately, right behind her.

Gem plopped Elfie into the cart just as Cody reached out. Cody grabbed Gem from behind, circling her waist. She twisted, kicking, and sent Elfie spinning back across the room, past the long row of washers and dryers. The laundry cart ended up in the far corner, next to the rectangular table and the bag of dirty diapers. Elfie peered over the side, her eyes huge.

Cody picked Gem up, and she gasped. Crafty, he whispered in her ear. But now Im going to have to mess you up.

Gem twisted in his arms, struggling. She brought her own arms down, and broke his hold. She landed on her feet, in a crouch. Someones gonna get messed up, she panted.  Cody threw a punch, and she blocked him. She drew her leg back sharply, and kneed him in the groin.

Oh, jeez.  His face turned red.

Thats right! Gem pivoted on her back foot. She kicked. Codys eyes were wide with shock, his mouth hanging open. Flailing, he fell back against the edge of the washing machine.

 

Jam Pony  3:30 PM

Gimme a break, Normal, I tripped, Sketchy muttered, shaking his head and climbing back to his feet.

Yeah, well, if youd learn how to tie your shoes like any kindergartner can, you wouldnt have to worry about it.

Despite his worry, Logan was watching the scene with amusement. As Normal bobbed at the waist, picking up the papers scattered across the floor, a padded envelope caught Logans eye. He moved forward slightly to get a better look, saw that it was addressed simply to Max, and leaned down to pick it up.

Normal spotted it just as Logan started to open it. Hey! He rushed over and snatched it out of Logans hands on his way back to the counter. Not for you!

Whos that from? Logan demanded, wheeling closer to the desk, attempting to look at the return address. There was none.

Dont know, dont care, Normal retorted, busy trying to reorganize the piles on the counter that had been disrupted by Sketchys fall. None of my business. And its none of yours, either.

Dont talk to me like that. Logan raised his voice. Im not one of your messengers.

Well, youre not a customer either, are you?

I could be. You never know, Logan said, inching closer to the envelope while Normal was distracted.

Yeah, right. The only pickup you ever come for is Max.

And this envelope, Logan announced as he grabbed it. Normal looked up and reached for it, but Logan backed up out of Normals reach and quickly resumed opening the envelope.

Normal stood there for a second, as if making a decision. Then he muttered, If the cops come asking about mail tampering, I had nothing to do with it.

You didnt, Logan murmured, reading the unsigned note he had pulled out of the envelope.

Eyes Only,

Your broadcasts have become inconvenient. You will cease to pursue your current topics and instead begin informing the populace as to the necessity of secession. To ensure your cooperation, we have taken Max. We recommend that you follow our instructions below if you do not wish to see her harmed.

Who sent this? Logan demanded again, looking up with renewed urgency. The worry in his voice was unmistakable.

Normal opened his mouth to refuse information again, but one look at Logans face made him change his mind. Sketchy, get over here!

Im between runs, Sketchy argued as he ambled over.

Talk to him. Hes the one who made the pickup, Normal told Logan, and walked away.

Logan held up the envelope so Sketchy could see it. Whered this come from?

It was a pickup on Hamlin, in Sector 11. Sketchy cocked his head and stepped closer to Logan. Is Max in trouble or something?

Dont know yet. Did you say  Hamlin? Logan repeated in disbelief. He pulled out the note he had written himself a few minutes earlier. 833 Hamlin?

Yeah, man, howd you know?

Never mind, Logan said, pocketing the notepad. If you hear from Max, have her give me a call.

Sure thing. Sketchy watched Logan leave, until he got hit on the back of the head with the beanbag. He turned back for another game. 

As soon as Logan got outside, he found a quiet, empty spot and reread the last sentences of the note. Dont believe we have her? Weve enclosed something that should make it obvious enough. Taking a deep breath, he turned the envelope upside-down and shook it until something fell into his waiting hand.

His gasp echoed through the alley.

 

Undisclosed Location  3:45 PM

Blearily, Max opened her eyes. She was staring up at a ceiling. She groaned, lifting her head. Where the hell am I?

She planted her palms on the hard cement floor. I was making a delivery. But  what happened? She shoved herself upright, gasping at the effort. Ugh. She put her head in her hands. When she spoke again, her voice, bouncing back at her off the cold concrete walls, was hollow. I feel terrible. 

She got up on her knees, and tried to stand. Her head swam, and the room tilted sharply. She was out before she hit the floor. 

END OF ACT II

Sector 11  4:00 PM

The city streets buzzed with activity as Seattles citizens went about their days. Homeless people milled about, chatting with each other as they flitted from trashcan fire to trashcan fire, seeking friendship as well as warmth on the cold February day. Messengers and businesspeople breathed on their hands as they waited in line at sector checkpoints. The exhaust from the recently reconditioned Aztek condensed immediately after exiting the tailpipe, forming a small cloud as the vehicle moved through the streets. Traffic thinned with distance from downtown, and eventually the Aztek slowed to a stop on a suburban street.

Inside the car, Logan double-checked the address on his notepad and looked out the windows at 833 Hamlin. Like all the buildings on its street, the house was unassuming but neatly kept. The concrete driveway had been swept, and rosebushes stood dormant along the front of the house. In front of the door was a small concrete porch, about four feet by four feet, with a couple of steps leading up to it on the side. Logan frowned.

After getting out of the car, he reached under the drivers seat and pulled out the umbrella he kept there, setting it on his lap. He headed up the driveway in the rain. Logan parked next to the steps and used the umbrella tip to reach over and ring the doorbell.

Mary Poppins, indeed, he muttered.

It wasnt long before a man of about fifty opened the heavy inner door. Can I help you? he asked from behind the screen, shivering in the cold air.

Im here from Jam Pony, tracking a package, Logan said, holding up the spare badge Max kept in the cars glove compartment for unexpected sector crossings. He kept his thumb over Maxs picture and tucked the badge back into his pocket before the man could get a good look at the name on it. You had a delivery and a pickup this morning? There was no return address on the pickup envelope, and they sent me to verify it with a signature for the record. Paperwork, you know, he added apologetically, giving his eyes a little roll.

Delivery? the man repeated in confusion, crinkling his face. Pickup? I havent called for any packages.

Youre sure? Maybe Ive got the wrong address, Logan asked, knowing full well he had the right one.

Must be. I just moved in this afternoon. Wasnt even here this morning.

For show, Logan craned his neck as if he were matching the faded wooden numbers posted on the house with the ones on his notepad. They both said 833. He raised an eyebrow and turned back to eye the man. The man had crossed his arms and was rubbing them in an effort to stay warm.

Ill have to go back and double-check my information. Mustve written it down wrong, Logan said conversationally. So, you just moved in, eh? Place looks good. I take it the previous tenant hasnt been gone long?

I wouldnt know. I got it from some leasing company thats going out of business. The man smiled. If theyre still around, you could always see if theyve still got anything to sell. Itd be a good chance to get some property dirt-cheap.

Yeah, Logan nodded. I think I might do that. Got their address handy?

Sure thing, the man said, eager to get away from the cold. He closed the door partway to block the wind and stepped away. Logan waited. When footsteps indicated the mans imminent return, Logans fingers closed around the handle of the 9mm located inside his jacket pocket.

Instead of presenting a threat, though, the man simply opened the door and proffered a note with a handwritten address. Here ya go. Tell em I sent ya, maybe theyll give me a bonus or something.

Thanks. Logan tucked the note into his pocket, next to the gun. He turned to leave and noticed that one of the rosebushes showed signs of wear. Several stems were broken, and old, brittle leaves and petals littered the frosty dirt below. What happened to your rosebushes? 

Rosebushes? I dunno, I dropped a coupla boxes moving in and maybe one of em hit the bushes. The man shrugged. Look, I gotta go. Hope you find the place youre lookin for.

Yeah, me too. Thanks a lot.

The door closed and Logan returned to his car. He checked his voice mail, but there was nothing from Max. With a worried sigh, he looked at the leasing groups address again, and drove away.  

 

Undisclosed Location  4:15 PM

Kathryn Birman, clad in an elegant pants suit and beautifully made, but sensible, shoes, sat behind the desk of an office that looked like it had seen better days. Boxes were stacked on the floor, as if the previous tenant hadnt had time to move out. Yellowing maps of campsites and trails hung precariously on the wall. The power seemed to be sporadic; periodically, the lights would flicker and the coffeemaker, on a rickety table in the corner of the office, would sputter.

Agent Roy Martin sat on the other side of the desk, casually rocking back on the rear legs of his chair, a cup of coffee in his hand. He had a self-satisfied expression on his face.

Youre sure the package got delivered? Kathryn asked.

Oh, yes, it was delivered. I handed it to the messenger myself. Even gave him a big tip to make sure.

So, why havent I heard anything yet? Eyes Only should have contacted me hours ago. She looked at her expensive, diamond-studded watch.

I dont know. All I know is that the package was delivered as planned. I followed the bike messenger  at a discreet distance... Martin held up his hand, stemming a comment from Kathryn. It was delivered to Jam Pony, right on time.

Something must have happened, Kathryn fretted.

Give it a little time, Kathryn. After all, the package was addressed to X5-452  Max  so the proprietor is probably waiting for her to return and fetch it...

Which, of course, she wont...

No, she wont. But, eventually, Eyes Only will. Martin declared confidently.

Kathryn got up from behind the desk and began to pace. How long do you think it will take? she demanded of Martin. I cant wait forever.

Patience, Kathryn. Whats a few more hours? After all, how long has the Committee been trying to smoke out Eyes Only? Martin replied, putting his feet up on the desk.

This has nothing to do with Committee! Kathryn snapped at him. Theyre too busy fomenting rebellion and selling their services to the highest bidder. This is personal.

Martin took his feet off the desk and stared at her. Personal? In what way?

In a way thats none of your business. You just follow orders. You dont ask questions. Now go find out if that package has been picked up!

Yes, maam! Martin responded. He stood up, almost clicking his heels, but instead merely walked out of the office.

 

Leasing Office, Sector 11  4:30 PM

Logan came through the door of the leasing office to find the place empty. Not one desk, not one phone, not one piece of paper was left. The only sound was that of a push broom brushing against the floor at the other end of the room.

You go on home, Max told Logan as he finished up his session with Dr. Vertes. Ill take it from here. She put on a white lab coat and began pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail.

Max, what are you doing? Logan asked, clearly expecting the black catsuit rather than the look of a medical assistant.

Max gave him a sideways glance, brow furrowed. Taking care of business. Go home. You dont need to be here if she comes.

How do I know youre not going to take Vertes out the first chance you get?

She stepped closer to him and stared him in the eyes. Listen to me. I said Id protect her and I will. But you might want to step back and let me do my job before I change my mind. With that, she grabbed a nearby broom and started sweeping. After a minute, she glanced at Logan with an expectant look on her face, waiting for him to leave. Reluctantly, he left the examination room, pausing in the office to listen through the closed door to the sound of the broom brushing against the floor.

Logan moved farther into the empty office and saw a uniformed man with gray hair stepping out of the next room, sweeping a small pile of dirt in front of him.

Excuse me, Logan said, and the man looked up at the unexpected voice. Im looking for Baker Leasing.

Sorry. Not here.

I can see that, Logan commented, looking around. Any idea how I can get in touch with them? 

The janitor leaned the push broom against the wall and picked up a smaller broom to sweep the corners. None at all. Sorry.

They didnt leave behind a forwarding address or a name to contact for tax purposes?

Look, buddy, I dont know where they went, the janitor said, now slightly irritated. He gestured with the broom handle. They took off and left me to sweep. Thats all I know.

In frustration, Logan squeezed one hand into a fist. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes in an effort to calm his rising panic.

Look at this, its all over, the janitor grumbled. I swept this place just the other day. So what do they do? Make another mess and blow out of here. What kind of leasing group tracks in all this stuff, anyway? Some kinda yellow gravel...Never seen that before...

Logans eyes snapped open, and he looked at the dirt pile. Listen, could you check the back for me? Just one time, to make sure. I really need to get hold of them.

The janitor grudgingly stepped out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Logan carefully reached down and scooped up a handful of the dirt. He looked around for a bit, at a loss for someplace to put it. Finally he removed his gun and poured the dirt into his pocket. He had just enough time to hide the gun before the janitor returned.

Sorry, nothin in there either.

Ah, thanks anyway, Logan told him. Thanks for your help. He turned and left the building, leaving the janitor to pick up his broom again and continue grumbling.

 

Undisclosed location  4:45 PM

Max huddled on the floor of the bare, cold room, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her head was still throbbing. She still had no idea what was going on. No one had come by to check on her; there seemed to be no people at all around, in fact. She looked around, trying to determine where she was. 

It appeared to be an underground storeroom, except there was little stored in it. A few bare metal shelves in the corner testified to its use in a previous life. A dim, naked light bulb was all that illuminated the room. She had no idea what time it was, since her watch had been taken from her. 

Her sensitive hearing caught the sound of footsteps approaching. A key turned in the lock. A few seconds later, a casually, but elegantly dressed woman of about 40, entered the room, flanked by two burly guards. 

About damn time somebody showed up, Max said, summoning up all the attitude she could muster with her teeth chattering. The room service around here sucks.

Were not here to provide room service, X5-452, Kathryn replied. Or any creature comforts, for that matter.

Well then, what the hell do you want from me? Max demanded, standing up 

You are feisty, arent you? Kathryn commented. I dont want anything from you  at least not right now. You are merely bait, for the time being.

Bait? What the hell are you talking about?

I dont care what happens to you. Im after your boyfriend, Eyes Only.


I still dont know what youre talking about, Max replied defiantly. 

Oh, come now, how long do you think you can get away with that innocent act? It wont work any more. Ive known you and Eyes Only were...related somehow since before Manticore went up in flames. There have been too many coincidences  and I dont believe in coincidences. 

Lady, youre not making any sense to me, Max said, looking up at her with a puzzled expression on her face. She tried to contain her shivering, but had little success.

Until recently, Eyes Only was merely annoying. But now, hes cost me a great deal of money and jeopardized my business transactions. 

So this is all about the Benjamins?

Oh, its about a lot more than money. My colleagues want a piece of Eyes Only, too, but so far have been unsuccessful in finding him. Their latest little fiasco... Kathryn broke off. 

The bug on my motorcycle, Max said, suddenly understanding.

They believe in playing by the gentlemans rules of warfare. Im not that nice. I want Eyes Only and I want him now. If I have to kill you to get to him, rest assured that I wont hesitate to do so.

Theres a distinct possibility, Max said, that you may have to... 

Well, before I do, Im going to have a little fun with you first. Some experiments. Kathryn smiled a feral smile.

Experiments? You gonna torture me? Im certainly not going to give him up. Another crazy bitch tried to make me do that. It didnt work for her either.

Kathryn slapped Max hard across the face. She was right. You are a pain in the ass!

Max lunged at her, but the headache shed been experiencing suddenly made her double over in pain. Then she straightened up, panting. You and Renfro must be related, Max continued. Youre both single-minded whack jobs.

Kathryn backhanded Max again, only harder. A trickle of blood appeared on her lip. Dont talk about her like that! Kathryn snarled.

Who?

Elizabeth Renfro. My sister. You killed her  you and Eyes Only.

Sorry, youve got the wrong girl, lady, Max said. She was shot by her own guys. She took a bullet meant for me.

Thats not what the guards said. They said the two of you struggled, you pulled her gun on her, and shot her.

I dont even do guns! Max protested.

Well, it wont matter shortly. When Eyes Only comes to your rescue, youll both get what you deserve. Its just a matter of time now. We wait until we hear from him.

Kathryn took a small syringe case out of her pocket. She filled the needle from a vial and tapped it to get the air bubble out. A nod of her head, and the guards strode past her to hold Max down. Max struggled, but she was weak, and was no match for them. Kathryn approached her and injected her in the arm. 

Max collapsed in a heap onto the cement floor.

 

The Penthouse  5:45 PM

Logan anxiously did his version of pacing, rolling side to side in front of the wall of windows in his living room. His cell phone lay silently in his lap. The bank of computers was on, but no programs were running, and the television on the wine rack was tuned to a news station. There had been reports of rioting and protests ever since Governor Savidges announcement that morning.

Logan wheeled over to his desk.  Once again, he looked at the message that he had taken from Jam Pony earlier that day. He had memorized the contact instructions. Logan glanced at his watch. He would give Matt Sungs guys another 15 minutes, then he would call the phone number on the sheet of paper.

The smoke detector wailed. Startled, Logan rolled out of the computer room, to be greeted by a cloud of smoke in the kitchen. Max was in front of the sink, desperately trying to put out the fire. She had the water turned on full blast and was fanning the smoke.

Max, whats going on? he asked as he wheeled into the kitchen.

Max turned around to face him, a sheepish expression on her face. Um, Im afraid I burned up your pot, Logan. She held up the ruined implement for his inspection.

My good saucepan! Logan cried out. Max, what were you doing with my good saucepan? 

Well, you were working so hard, and you looked so tired that I decided to make you some hot chocolate. I mean, how hard could it be? The recipes on the side of the container...

So what happened?

I guess I turned up the heat too high on the milk...Im not used to a stove that works, after all, Max explained. I turned away to look for the sugar and forgot about the pot on the stove. When I turned back the milk was all boiled away and well, you saw the smoke. 

 Logan just looked at Max, an amused expression on his face. 

I was only trying to be helpful. You looked like you needed a cup of hot chocolate. I was gonna bring you one and massage your neck. I thought youd like that, but if Im wrong... Max looked at him sideways, a tiny sparkle in her eyes.

That did it. Logan rolled over to her and put his arms around her waist. Well, its the thought that counts, I guess, he said to comfort her. I suppose I can find another saucepan, but youre unique, Max.

Just then, the phone rang, bringing Logan out of his reverie. Eagerly, he answered it.

Matt?

Hey, Logan, Matt said. Youre lucky the lab wasnt busy, but you owe me some bucks. I had to, ah, expedite the analysis.

No problem, Matt. Just let me know how much. What did they find?

Well, youre in luck, I guess. Not just ordinary dirt it seems.

Really?" Logan raised an eyebrow.

Yeah, sandstone, basalt, lots of ...cryptocrystalline silica  fossil wood.

Fossil wood? Logan asked, a frown on his face.

Several different traces of it, as a matter of fact. Sweet gum, laurel, swamp cypress, and ginkgo.

Weird. Those are warm climate trees. And if I remember my physical science, basalt is solidified lava. Thanks, Matt.

Wish I could have been more helpful, Matt said regretfully.

Oh, youve been a great help, Logan said. Hang on a minute. I want to check this out. 

He typed furiously, entering the information Matt had given him, for a location search. 

There cant be many places in the area with physical features like that, Matt. Whoever has taken Max probably hasnt taken her that far  they havent had time. 

The computer stopped scrolling.

Bingo! Logan said with a smug grin, in spite of himself.

What did you find? Matt asked.

The only place in the general area with those types of fossil wood and basalt is the old Gingko Petrified Forest State Park on the Columbia River, about 140 miles southeast of here. That must be where they have her. Theres only one building, a stone visitors center, and little or no tree shelter. Its an ideal spot: isolated, with no cover to hide an intruder, backing onto a large body of water, and near a major highway. 

Thats out of my jurisdiction, Logan, but what can I do to help? Matt sounded concerned.

I want to buy some time to see if I can track Max down first without giving away Eyes Only. Ive already determined that the contact number belongs to a public phone near Sector 12. That doesnt help much. As rare as public phones are these days, anyone waiting for a call, or wanting to make a call, could pick up when I dial the number, with little or no way of telling if its my guy. If I cant find Max within a couple of hours, Ill drive to Sector 12, check out the phone and see if I can intimidate the person on the other end into telling me where she is. 

Logan laughed ruefully to himself. Although I dont think my powers of intimidation are up to snuff these days.

Are you sure you dont want backup? Matt asked. My shift is over in another hour.

Thanks, Matt. If I need it, Ill call you. If these people want Eyes Only, then thats who theyll get. I dont want to get you involved if I can help it.

Okay, Logan, but remember, Ive got your back. Call me. Matt hung up. 

Logan shut down the system, and grabbed his laptop and cell phone, placing them in the backpack. He put on his jacket, reached into the desk drawer for his 9mm, made sure it was loaded and the safety was on, then headed out the door.

He had no immediate rescue plan in mind, but he had at least two hours to come up with one. It would take that long, on a good day, to get to the park.

END OF ACT III

Ginkgo Petrified Forest, Visitors Center, Sub-Basement  6:00 P.M.

Gradually, Max awoke. Blinking under the white light, she managed to say, Where am I? Her voice was thick. 

Max felt like hell. She was sore and nauseous, and there was a horrible metallic taste in her mouth. She tried to sit up, and couldnt; she was strapped to an exam bed. There were electrodes on both her temples. 

A womans face swam into view, and Max tensed. The woman looked down at Max, smiling. You asked me that the last time you woke up. Dont you remember?

Max lifted her head as much as she was able. Wha  what? Who are you?

Its a side affect of the electro-shock, the woman offered. 

Electro-shock, Max repeated numbly. The woman disappeared, and Max was only able to mark her continued presence in the room by the small sounds she made. A moment later, the strange woman returned, holding a syringe. The long needle gleamed in the glare from the harsh light. She tapped the barrel of the syringe with her fingernail. No! Max said sharply. Wait! What  what are you doing?!

You asked me that the last time, too, said Kathryn Birman. Now, shut up, will you? Im not here to educate you. Youre here to assist me in my research. Max flinched as Kathryn came forward. She injected Max in the arm.

Hey! Max groaned, straining against the restraints. Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this? 

Kathryn Birman sighed irritably. All right. Ill tell you again. She put a hand under Maxs chin, peering into her eyes. Leaning over, she examined the placement of the electrodes. But only because Im excited about my new venture, and enjoy talking about it. She pulled on one of the electrodes, and it popped off of Maxs temple with a sucking sound.

Ow! Max inhaled sharply. Jeez.

Yes, you have a burn, there. It wont matter for much longer. Kathryn turned to a metal table housing a number of instruments. 

Max watched uneasily. She was very confused. She had no idea who this woman was, or what she wanted. In fact, Max was having a great deal of trouble remembering recent history. She lifted her head, looking down the length of her body. She flexed her arms, pulling on the restraints. Hey  what are you doing over there?

Kathryn glanced over her shoulder, regarding Max with a cool eye. Science. You know the drill.

I know that you appear to be a raving lunatic. Max gave a frantic tug on her restraints, and was unable to free herself. Frustrated, she fell back against the bed. Closing her eyes to the hot light, she said, Exactly what science is supposed to be happening here?

In the past, Kathryn explained, scientists have experimented with electrical implants that disrupt seizure activity. Warming to the topic, her voice became more animated. Im in the process of designing a wave field generator that will trigger seizure activity. She turned to Max, holding another electrode. Max shied away as much as she was able, but Kathryn easily applied the electrode.

Max let out a hard breath, her head spinning. Thats crazy, she said. Why would you want to do that? Her eyelids were beginning to droop.

Kathryn smiled again. To see if I can. She picked up a stethoscope, and listened to Maxs heartbeat. With one zap from my little invention, I could paralyze a transgenic army. I just need to determine the correct " She trailed off, her upper lip twitching as she gazed down at her captive. You know, we did talk earlier, you and I. You dont remember any of it?

No, Max said sullenly, her eyelids fluttering.

Kathryn crossed her arms over her chest. The only thing that matters is that you have some spectacular seizures, and I get some good data.

I dont get seizures anymore, Max mumbled, in an attempt at protest.

Kathryn clicked her tongue. Thats why I have to induce them! We already had this conversation.

I cant I dont remember. Max said foggily. Huh?

While Ive been waiting for Eyes Only, its been fun having you to play with. Even though youve been out of it for the most part  youve been really helpful. 

With a certain amount of spirit, Max managed to say, Glad I could oblige. Her eyes snapped open. Eyes Only? What did you say?

Kathryn looked at Max, her face hard. And I couldnt think of anyone Id rather experiment on than you.

Wait, said Max desperately. Go back to the Eyes Only part. 

Never mind, Kathryn said sweetly.

Against her will, Max closed her eyes. She felt like she was being buried alive. Oh, she moaned. What did you do to me?

Thats the drug, Kathryn said. Enjoy it.  It wont be much longer before I fry your brain for good. Then you wont be able to enjoy anything at all. 

 

Basement, Sublime P.I.  6:15 P.M.

Gem was in the middle of digging a very big hole when she heard a buzzing sound. She looked up, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Did you hear something? she asked Elfie, who was sitting off to the side on a blanket. Elfie held up her hand, opening and closing her fingers. Gem gave her a crooked smile. Not too much longer, I promise.

Gem heard the noise again. Throwing her shovel aside, she climbed out of the hole. Biting her lip, she got down on her knees and pulled the sheet away. She went through Codys pockets, until she found the phone. She considered it for a second. Opening it up, she put the phone to her ear.

739, report. It was a mans voice. Gem held her breath, listening. 739, report, the man repeated, sounding irritated. You missed the handoff. What's your status?

Uh, Gem said, trying to make her voice deep. Mmm 

739! Are you wounded? Do you have the package?

Gem coughed into the phone.

Who the hell is this?

Who the hell are you? Gem said angrily. The line went dead. A moment later, the phone buzzed again. Gem opened the line, but before she could put it to her ear, there was a high frequency noise, and the phone started to get hot. She dropped the phone on the floor. It smoked, and started to melt.

Hey, called Alec, from the top of the stairs. Is this a private party, or can anyone play?

Oh, no, Gem said worriedly. Dont come down!

Too late. Alec descended noisily. When he got to the bottom, he put his hands on his hips. Huh.

Im just  Gem started. I was  Im  I  She looked up at Alec. Where were you two minutes ago? I could have used your voice!

I just got back.  He raised an eyebrow. My voice?

Never mind, Gem said bitterly. Its not important.

He shrugged. Ill give you a hand. Alec jumped into the hole, and picked up the shovel. Do I have a story to tell you, he said, as he began to dig. So, I get to the statehouse in Olympia 

 

Streets of Seattle  6:30 P.M.

Logan pounded his fist on the dashboard for the third time that afternoon, as he encountered yet another detour. As he turned the Aztek away from his intended route, he saw a crowd of people angrily confront the police. The police had blocked off the street and were trying to contain the crowd, which threatened to become a mob. People were throwing things at the cops, who had closed ranks into a solid line. Logan made several turns to avoid the roadblocks. He still hadnt gotten out of the city when a National Guard Patrol stopped him.

Where you heading? a burly guardsman asked in a menacing tone. His companions, armed to the teeth, remained in the Jeep while he approached the car.

Out of the city. Going to join my family for a little fishing on the river, Logan answered glibly.

Bad time to take a vacation. Aint you heard about the state of emergency here?

Yeah, said Logan. All the more reason to get outta Dodge.

You some kinda pacifist whacko? Why arent you down at Guard HQ registering for service? the Guardsman asked, eyeing Logan suspiciously. The legislatures about to pass a conscription bill. You might want to avoid being, ah...

Forcibly registered? Logan finished the sentence for him. You might want to take a look behind the front seat.

The Guardsman looked in the window, behind the front seat, as Logan had indicated. Whats that? he asked.

My wheelchair. I cant walk, so I dont think you guys really want to conscript me, do you? May I go now? 

Yeah, I guess so. Sorry. The Guardsman motioned with his rifle that Logan should proceed.

*****

Shaking his head in frustration, Logan proceeded southeast through the city. He got to the last sector point in Seattle and waited in line to be checked through. Another Jeepload of Guardsmen sat by the sector point, watching as a small, but growing, group of protestors, mostly teenagers and college-age kids, walked by them, holding signs that read No Involuntary Servitude! and Hell No! We Wont Go! 

The Guardsmen fidgeted in the vehicle, and held their rifles across their chests, trying to ignore the protestors. But the marchers surged toward them, surrounding the Jeep. They shouted and shook their signs.

Finally, one of the young Guardsmen stood up in the Jeep and addressed the crowd. 

You have five minutes to disperse. If you do not leave by then, we will conscript all of you on the spot! Do you understand?

How ya gonna do that? yelled one protestor. Theres a lot more of us than there are of you!

But we have the guns, and we have the backup! The soldier replied. And we will not hesitate to use either. You have five minutes to disperse!

The marchers backed away from the Jeep and passed by the sector point in front of Logan. It took several minutes for all of them to go by, and Logan impatiently drummed his fingers on the dashboard. Under other circumstances, he would have been in that crowd, but now, finding Max took precedence.

At last, Logan got to the sector point. He presented his pass, and was waved on. As the barrier descended behind him, he pushed the hand controls forward and speeded up, hauling out of Seattle as fast as he could, thinking about Max.

Max emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in one of Logans fluffy bath towels, her wet hair wrapped in another towel. She padded over to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker.

Hey, Logan! She yelled into the bedroom, You want some coffee?

Not right now, thanks, he yelled back, yawning.

Max walked to the bedroom and stood in the doorway. Come on, sleepyhead. You should be up by now.

Blearily, Logan stared at Max. Theres a difference between being up and being out of bed. If you keep standing there, wrapped in that towel, Ill have to choose which I prefer.

In reply, Max dropped the towel. 

As Logan contemplated which he preferred, Max dashed back into the bathroom to dry her hair. Then she returned to the bedroom and grabbed her clothes. She quickly dressed as Logan lay in bed, admiring her. Then she kissed him goodbye and left for work.

A few minutes later, Logan sleepily wheeled himself into the bathroom, where a hot shower awaited him. He switched on the light, momentarily flinching as the brightness hit him in the face. He narrowed his eyes and continued toward to the shower stall, only to be stopped dead in his tracks. He looked down and found the spokes of one of his wheels entangled in a large, damp, fluffy towel, which was lying in a heap on the floor.

Dammit, Max! he shouted, although he knew she had left for the day. 

Logan carefully leaned over sideways as far as he could without tipping the chair, and gently attempted to untangle the towel. Annoyance showed on his face. Ill have to talk to her about this, he muttered. Shes either gonna ruin all my towels or my chair.

As he slowly pulled the towel free of the wheels, he remembered how Max had looked wrapped in that same towel the night before, and how she had looked this morning  sexy and adorable at the same time. 

Logan looked up and smiled to himself.  

 

Ginkgo Petrified Forest, Vantage, WA  9:30 P.M.

It was dark when Logan turned off Route 90 onto Vantage Highway and pulled over to the side of the road. He plugged his laptop into the cigarette lighter and turned it on. Within minutes, he had hacked into an old radar imaging satellite that could produce high-resolution images to within one meter. He scanned the data produced on the area and found the building he sought. Once he had its exact location, he began the search for Max. 

He slowly drove into the park and up the gravel road toward the abandoned Visitors Center. The satellite he had hacked into showed him that there were three vehicles parked alongside the building. No people were visible. The thermal imaging that Ames Whites henchmen had used to spot transgenics came in handy for a change, as Logan switched programs. He spotted a couple of men outside, near the door of the building. Then the images disappeared as the men entered the building.

Logan pulled up next to the reddish stone, one-story Visitors Center on the bluff overlooking the Columbia River. The peeling sage green trim had seen better days, but the building seemed sturdy. He pulled the wheelchair out of the car and transferred into it, intending to look around. He had the laptop with him in case he got inside the building; it would be easy to locate Max, since her thermal image would be brighter than that of the others.

Cursing the gravel parking lot, he wheeled to the entrance of the building. It seemed deserted, although he knew it wasnt; no lights were visible to the outside. Logan pulled his gun and put his other hand on the door handle. He pushed it gently and it silently slid open. Thankful that he had recently oiled his wheels, he cautiously entered the building. 

Whoever was holed up here apparently didnt believe in security, or was so arrogant as not to believe they would get caught. Or maybe there was more to this building than met the eye. Logan took a small flashlight from his backpack and shone it around the empty lobby. There was no indication of inhabitants. Finding a dark corner where he was out of view, he turned on his laptop and brought up the thermal imaging program. There seemed to be a half dozen or so people in the building somewhere, all registering normal on the imager. He dialed the number of the public phone in Seattle, and was not surprised to hear a phone ring somewhere in the building.

Yeah? a gruff voice said.

Your message said to call this number, Logan said quietly.

What took you so long?

The package was addressed to Max. The owner of Jam Pony wouldnt release it to anyone else. I had to get someone to steal it for me.

Oh, replied the voice. I see.

What do you want? Logan asked. You have a friend of mine.

Another voice answered, as if the phone had been handed to another person. This time it was a womans voice.

Isnt it obvious what I want? I want you  assuming this is Eyes Only. 

Of course it is. Who else would it be? Logan said impatiently. Ill ask again  what do you want? What do you want me to do?

I want you to meet me at these coordinates  you do have a GPS, dont you? Then without waiting for an answer, the voice continued. Come alone, unarmed. You have an hour. She hung up. Logan pocketed the cell phone.

He punched in the coordinates and found a location in Bellevue. He wondered who or what was waiting for him there. The laptop open on his knees, Logan awkwardly pushed himself down a corridor toward the left. At the end of the hall, he saw a freight elevator. Obviously, there were more floors in the building that didnt show up on satellite images or online plans. 

He contemplated taking the elevator to see what was below ground, but speculated that it would tip off whoever had Max, so he explored the ground floor a bit more. There was nothing significant, except an office that looked like it had been used recently. The dust had been disturbed, and there were newly discarded paper cups in the trashcan. A faint odor of coffee hung in the air. A quick exploration of the rest of the floor was unrevealing. There were several small exhibition rooms, long since abandoned, their exhibits packed up and removed. Whatever was going on, and wherever Max was being held, it had to be downstairs. 

Logan sighed and headed back to the elevator. He punched the button to summon it. A minute later, the doors slid open. Gun drawn, Logan looked right and left into the elevator before boarding it. Seeing no one, he wheeled into it and pushed the button for the lowest floor.

When he had descended, he once again looked around before getting off. He saw no one. But when he returned to the thermal imaging program, he found what he was looking for. No more than ten yards away, behind a door, an image glowed brighter than the other two next to it. It had to be Max. 

Logan swiveled his chair and headed down the hall toward the image. When he found the location, a heavy wooden door confronted him. Silently, he logged off the laptop and put it in the backpack. He pulled back the safety on his gun, chambered a round, and put his hand to the door. As he pushed against it to try and open it, a voice behind him said, What are you doing here?

Logan swiveled around to look at the big, burly guy dressed all in black.

Looking for the john? he said, just before the guy hit him with the butt of his gun.

 

Sub-Basement, Visitor's Center, Ginkgo Petrified Forest  10:30 P.M.

Flat on his back on the concrete floor, riding a dark wave of pain, Logan remembered.

The door to the penthouse crashed open, smashing into the wall. Logan jumped in his wheelchair, swearing. The police! Feeling numb, he scrambled to collect the documents spread out before him. He had no idea where he could hide them, not now, and when the police found them, not only would he be implicated as Eyes Only, but an important Eyes Only source would be compromised. Logan jammed the papers behind him, between his back and the wheelchair seat back. It was an exercise in futility, but he owed the informant net the effort. Steeling himself, he put his hands on the rims of his wheels, and pivoted to face the intruders. His mouth fell open.

Hey, Logan, Sketchy called over his shoulder. With the help of a scruffy messenger whose name Logan didnt know, Sketchy was maneuvering a beer keg through the apartment door.

Uh, gasped Logan, his adrenaline still pumping overtime. Sketchy. Hi.

Whoa, whoa...uh-oh! yelped Sketchy, as he lost hold of his end of the keg. The heavy barrel fell to the parquet floor, making an extraordinary noise. Logan grimaced.

Thats gonna spray everywhere, the other messenger remarked.

Kewl. Sketchy looked over at Logan, wagging his eyebrows. We can have a wet T-shirt contest!

Yes, thats very cool, agreed Logan unenthusiastically. He put his hands on his knees. So, Sketchy. What exactly...? Logan was cut off as the door once again banged open, and more of the Jam Pony crew poured into the apartment. Suddenly, there were warm bodies everywhere. Logan was completely at a loss.

Original Cindy materialized, seemingly out of nowhere. She was lugging a big box wrapped in silver paper and multi-colored ribbon. Tunes, said an unfamiliar voice. After a moment, an obnoxiously catchy tune began to throb from Logans high-end sound system. Im a freak, so excited, yes, Im a freak, so excited 

Oh, hey. Logan started to wheel himself in the direction of the stereo, only to find his way blocked by yet another unfamiliar face. 

Here.  A blond guy with a scruffy goatee offered Logan an anemic cactus. 

Gingerly, Logan accepted the prickly little plant. Whats this for?

Its a housewarming gift, the messenger explained, circling Logan. He perched on the edge of Logans desk, his butt bumping the computer keyboard. Logan watched in horror as the monitor sprang to life, revealing a confidential municipal government memo on the misappropriation of health care funds.

But I already live here. Logan tried to reach around the boy, to shut off the hard drive, but the messenger shifted slightly, crossing his legs, blocking Logan from the computer. Hey  you havent seen Max, have you? Logan asked, getting increasingly frazzled. There was a crash behind him, as something else fell to the floor, breaking. Logan gritted his teeth, not even bothering to look. 

I wanted to ask  a girl like Max. How did you swing that, exactly?

Logan had been trying to reach around the other way, to get at the computer. Now he stopped, raising an eyebrow. Excuse me?

Yeah, said the messenger. I was just wondering, because, you know, I asked her out, like, five hundred times, and she always told me to get lost. He paused, thinking. Well, there was that one time, when she told me to take a hike.

Logan lunged, hitting the off switch, and the computer went dead.

There was a familiar laugh, and Logan felt a warm surge of relief. He spun his chair. The crowd in the living room parted, and there she was. In the light from the setting sun, her skin was golden. She was sitting on the couch with her legs folded under her, looking small and very pretty, with her brown eyes flashing and her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She had a dark smudge of dirt high on her cheek. Bicycle grease? Logan wondered.

In the background, the music continued: Sometimes I like freakin in the morning, sometimes I like freakin at night 

Max caught his eye, and smiled, shrugging. Sorry! she mouthed. Looking at her, Logans chest got tight. 

So, persisted the Jam Pony messenger. Like, did you hypnotize her, or what?

No, Logan mumbled. She hypnotized me. He awoke, not sure whether he had spoken aloud. Blinking up at the ceiling, it took him a minute to remember where he was. 

Argh. My head. He propped himself up with one arm, his legs splayed out in front of him. He let out a long breath, trying to shake off the dream. His glasses were askew. He pulled them off, and held them up, squinting; he was relieved to see that they werent broken. He fit the arms back over his ears, wincing as his fingers brushed the bruise on his cheek.

He was in a small room. There was faint light from a dangling bulb, and some empty metal shelves in the corner. Nothing else. A storeroom? Logan didnt know why, but for some reason, he had the impression that he was somewhere underground. The room was damp  maybe that was it. Dammit, he said suddenly, as he realized nature of his dilemma. My wheelchair. His shoulders sagged. What the hell am I gonna do now?

There was a faint noise, and he tensed, looking over his shoulder. Someone was coming up the hall. Logan began to drag himself backward. He got himself into position alongside the door. At the last second, he slipped out of his jacket. The door opened from the outside. Logan looked up, his jaw clenched.

Standing in the doorway was a man Logan had never seen before. A big guy, he was dressed in dark camouflage. He had short black hair and olive skin; to Logans eye, he looked American Indian.

The man took a step into the room, and Logan hit him in the back of the knee with a closed fist. The mans leg crumpled. Logan hit him again, in the small of his back, and he toppled forward. Logan tossed his jacket around the guys neck, using his own body as dead weight. Who the hell are you? Where is Max? I want some answers  and I want them now! He wound his fists in the jacket, pulling it tight.

The stranger clawed at his neck. Im a friend, dammit! Look behind me! 

Logan looked over his shoulder.  His eyes widened. His wheelchair was in the hall.

Let me up, the man grunted, and Logan let go of the jacket. The man got to his feet, rubbing his neck. He reached behind him, and pulled the wheelchair into the room. 

Listen carefully, the man said. Ive got to be quick. I cant be seen here. He looked at Logans wheelchair with a bemused expression; he couldnt seem to figure out how to put it together. This entire operation is FUBAR. He struggled with the chair. And what shes doing to 452 isnt sanctioned.

What!? Logan said sharply. Max  is she all right?

The man successfully snapped the chair together. Ha! He sounded pleased. He looked over at Logan. I dont want her to section 452s brain.

Excuse me? said Logan, feeling sick to his stomach. 

The man got out a P12-45 Semi-Compact, and chambered a round. When I found out what was going on  He broke off. 

Dissect Maxs brain? Is this happening now?

The man crouched in front of Logan. Not yet. But you have to move. He handed the pistol over, butt first. 

 Logan accepted the weapon. Who  whats going on?

There was an ambush for 452 at a delivery. The science geeks wired a doorbell or something to give her a big jolt. It sent her flying into the bushes. He shook his head. Shes all shot up with chemicals, and shes been getting electro-shock.

Jesus. Logans head was spinning. But why? 

The stranger licked the tip of his finger. In the dust, he began to outline a crude map. 452 was supposed to be leverage to get to...Eyes Only.

Involuntarily, Logan drew in a sharp breath. The stranger had paused before he named Eyes Only, looking away. 

The man continued. This whole operation has devolved into a so-called scientific study that is apparently profit driven, and motivated by revenge. I cant condone it. He made an X on his map. This is where you are.  He made another X. This is where your girlfriend is  its a makeshift laboratory. You follow?

Yeah, Logan said. I know where she is. I just needed to know where I was.

The stranger jerked his thumb at the wheelchair. Can you manage?

I can manage. Logans eyes narrowed. Who the hell are you?

Not even gonna say thanks, huh? He told me you were difficult.

Great, Logan said angrily. So theres a he, too?

Agent Roy Martin got to his feet, dusting off his hands. And now I disappear. You better get your ass in gear.

***

Logan wheeled down a long, dimly lit corridor, keeping his head low. He managed to avoid two sentries by sheer luck. Hearing the faintest of footfalls, he coasted silently into an office. As he waited for the guards to pass, he noticed a broom, leaning against the wall. He rolled over, and picked it up. He unscrewed the brush and discarded it, tucking the handle under his arm, like a staff. When the coast was clear, he made his way back into the hallway.

Logan knew when hed arrived at the lab. The lights outside were flickering. He palmed the swinging door, pulling the gun as he rolled into the room. When Logan saw what was going on, he was shocked. He dropped the broom handle near the door.

Max was secured to an examination table in four-point restraints, with additional restraints across her torso and thighs. She was seizing violently. Her eyes had rolled back, and her lips were bleeding.  There were electrodes on both her temples, with the leads trailing off to an ECT machine. An unfamiliar woman was standing over Max, making notations on a clipboard.

Logan aimed at the woman. Freeze!

Kathryn Birman barely looked up from her notes. Visitors arent allowed on this floor, she said, distracted. Take the first elevator on the right.

Are you insane?! You cant restrain a person whos having a seizure!

Kathryn turned, her eyes widening as she saw the gun. Get out!

Incredibly frustrated, Logan yelled, Untie her! Do it now!

Who do you think you are? Kathryn did not equate the man in the wheelchair with the notorious hacker, Eyes Only. This is a scientific study. Im gathering important research data. 

Behind Kathryn, Maxs seizure began to subside. As Max grew still, her eyes fell shut, and she made a sad, tired noise that broke Logans heart. It was the final straw. Logan targeted the ECT machine, and fired. The machine exploded in a shower of sparks, and Kathryn jumped. What the hell? Why did you do that?

Untie her, Logan said through clenched teeth. Or the next bullets going in the middle of your forehead.

Kathryn looked as if she was going to refuse, but when Logan waved the gun, she put her clipboard down on the instrument table. She turned to Max, and began to unbuckle the restraints. This is ridiculous! she complained. You have entirely the wrong idea, here. This woman is dangerous!

Shut up, Logan said tersely.

She killed my sister! Kathryn pulled away the last of the straps, freeing Max.

Somehow I doubt that very much, Logan said. Remember when I told you to shut up?

No  you shut up, said a new voice, and Logan froze.

Ah, good, said Kathryn, sanguine.

Drop it! Turn around slowly.

Logan looked over his shoulder. The guard had an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle trained on his back. Unhappily, Logan tossed his weapon off to the side. It skittered across the floor, banging into the far wall. Logan put up his hands. I need my hands to turn around.

Just do it, the guard said. Im watching you.

Logan hauled on his wheels, turning his chair.

Maam? the guard asked.

Arrest him, Kathryn Birman said. Get him out of here so I can  Behind her, there was a sleepy, unhappy moan. All three of them turned. Max sat up. She was pale, her eyes unfocused. She put her head in her hands.

Logan caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. The guard had raised his weapon and closed one eye, sighting. Max!

It all happened at once. Max looked up, blinking. The guard began to squeeze the trigger. Max sat there, staring at him blankly. Kathryn took a half step, and the motion seemed to catch Maxs attention. She looked at Kathryn. She looked back at the guard  really seeing him for the first time. There was a sharp report, and Max reached out and caught the back of Kathryns shirt. She pulled Kathryn in front of her. The round hit Kathryn instead of Max. At the impact, Kathryns whole body jumped, her arms flying away from her sides. She fell.

Oh, my God. The guard let his rifle dip toward the floor.

Max slid off the exam bed, and stepped over Kathryn. She padded toward the guard.

Look what youve done. Her voice was low and thready.

My God, the guard repeated. 

You want to shoot me? Max walked right up to him. Come on! 

Max! Logan cried, as the guard raised his weapon.

Freeze, the guard said to Max, but when Logan shouted, his eyes drifted away from her face. Max yanked the weapon away from the guard. With two hands, she rammed the rifle stock into the guards gut.

Oof! The guard doubled over, expelling a big breath.

Are you the one who gave my boyfriend the black eye? Max tilted the rifle and hit him in the jaw. The guard fell, sprawling on the floor. Seeming dizzy herself, Max dropped the weapon. She looked over at Logan.

Max! said Logan. Are you all right? 

She shook her head.

Just a few more minutes, okay? Logan grabbed the rims of his wheels. We just have to get out of here.

Max looked at him, her eyes wide. I dont know whats going on!

You were kidnapped, Logan explained. Someone has been hurting you. He held out his hand. Were leaving.

Max tilted her head to the side, listening. Oh, no 

Logan looked at her. What is it?

Someones coming.

Logan turned his chair sharply, and backpedaled with a vengeance. He drew back alongside the door just before it flew open. Six more guards piled into the room. The first man in was an African-American, with high cheekbones and close-cropped hair. Presumably their leader, he yelled, Nobody move! He already had his Glock 29 out. He drew a bead on Max. The other men fanned out, circling Max. A dark haired guard ended up with his back to Logan. A sandy blond with a crew cut slid halfway behind Max.

Sullenly, Max put up her hands. I am so not in the mood for any more shooting. She leaned slightly, so the newcomers could see Kathryn  the handiwork of their comrade.

What the hell?! The leader looked outraged. Silently, Logan leaned over, and collected the broom handle.

Max took a quick step forward and snapped a kick that sent the leaders pistol flying across the room. The dark haired guard was unsnapping his holster. Wielding the broom handle, Logan whacked the guards leg. The man went down on one knee. Logan struck him in the head  hard  just as Max was sliding into a side kick. She nailed the African-American guard in the chest, and he flew back against the wall.

After that, it was as if they all attacked at once. Before the leader had even left his feet, a guard charged Max, throwing a punch. She ducked, and the hook passed over her head. She threw a tight inside cross, nailing his chin. When he stumbled, she grabbed him, and tossed him off to the left, mowing down a beefy guard who had taken up a stance between the leader and the guy Logan had neutralized. The momentum from the throw carried Max into a spin, and she was able to backhand the blond guard, who was stepping up behind her. 

The beefy guard struggled out from under the body of the guard Max had thrown. Getting to his feet, he gave Logan the barest of glances and looked away, disregarding him.

The leader had gotten to his feet, as well. He threw a full punch at Max, and she sidestepped. The force of his blow left him off balance and skidding forward. Max swiveled, and kicked him in the ass. He fell onto the exam bed, with a crash. Again, the blond attacked from behind, gathering Max up into a hold. 

The beefy guard tensed, preparing to launch himself into the fray. Logan struck him in the back with the tip of his staff. The guard hissed in pain, turning. Transferring the broom handle to his other hand, Logan wheeled forward a few paces, and jabbed the guard in the stomach. The guard doubled over, and Logan swung the staff in a wide arc. He made forceful contact with the side of the guards head. The large man collapsed  out of the fight.

Max struggled with the blond guard. She forced her arms up, breaking his grip. Grabbing his forearm, she flipped him, and he landed on the exam bed beside the leader.  A guard with wire-rim glasses struck Max twice before she could find her footing  once to the face, and once in the chest. Max stumbled back, groaning. She surged forward, and for a moment they grappled, until she shoved him, and he fell against the wall. He bounced back to his feet, but she grabbed him, and tossed him over her hip. He flew past Logan, falling in the corner.

The final man advanced on Max, and she snapped a high kick. He ended up flat on his back, coughing, his nose bleeding. He tried to prop himself up, but Max struck him with a flat fist, knocking him out. She resumed her defensive stance, breathing hard.

Thats it. Logan wheeled forward as much as he was able, since the ground was littered with unconscious men. Thats everyone.

Good. Max sank to her knees.

Were lucky its such close quarters, Logan said grimly. Or they all would have had their guns out.

Max shivered, hugging herself. That took all I had. Logan, who the hell is that woman? She broke off, staring over her shoulder.

Logan followed her gaze. Great, he said angrily, because the strange woman had vanished. Max blew out a hard breath, and Logan looked down at her. She looked away first, her face troubled.

Its never gonna be over. Max hauled herself to her feet. Despite her recent performance, she seemed unsteady. They keep coming and coming 

Logan paused. There were a lot of things he could have said, but she was tired and ill, and there just wasnt time. What he did say was, You want a ride? He patted his lap.

Max nodded. She folded herself onto his knee, crossing her ankles. She pressed her face to his chest. I dont feel so good.

Put your arms around my neck, he said. 

END OF ACT IV

The Penthouse  February 16, 2:30 A.M.

Max and Logan entered the penthouse, dirty, disheveled, tired, and sore. 

Well, that was certainly an adventure, Max said tiredly as she plopped down on the couch, too tired even to change clothes. 

Yeah, not one Id care to repeat any time soon, Logan admitted. But hey, you got to kick some ass, and take out some major bad guys - or girls, as the case might be.

Yeah, didnt we? You kick pretty good ass yourself, Logan, Max said, smiling brightly at him. 

Not too bad, I guess.

But I gotta know one thing... Max leaned over and put her hands on her knees.

What? Logan raised an eyebrow.

Howd you know that psycho bitch had me? I mean, it wasnt like I hadnt missed a lunch date before...

Ah, that... Logan replied mysteriously. In answer, he wheeled over to his desk and opened a drawer. With his back to Max, he removed an elegant wooden box from the drawer and placed it in his lap. He spun around and returned to the living room. Locking his brakes, he put the box on the coffee table, then carefully transferred to the couch, next to Max. Max looked at him, then at the box, then at Logan again. She frowned.

The psycho bitch sent me something that belonged to you...a token to convince me that she actually had you. But youre home safe now, so I can return it to you.

Logan handed Max the box. She looked puzzled as she took it out of his hands. Slowly, she opened it. Her jaw dropped and her eyes gleamed.

Oh, Logan! I thought you had sold this off when you were unloading your art collection to pay your bills!

Inside the box was the Bast statue that Max had tried to steal nearly three years ago. Around the neck of the statue was Logans mothers locket. Max put her hand to her throat, as if she just realized that it was gone.

Id never sell that statue, Max. Its yours. And I knew she really had you when I saw the locket. I knew you wouldnt have taken it off unless youd been forced to.

The night before, Logan had presented Max with a tiny, beautifully wrapped jewel box at dinner. He set it next to her plate.

Dont open it until dessert, he said.

But Max had fidgeted all during the meal, eyeing the box with every bite she took. Finally, she cried out, Dammit, Logan! I cant stand it!

What was that about curiosity and the cat? he teased.

Max grabbed the box and ripped the fancy paper off. Hastily, she opened the box and gaped.

Your mothers locket, Max said softly. She looked at Logan and saw the huge grin on his face.

Your locket now, Max.

Max took the locket out of the box and undid the clasp. She held it out to Logan. Please?

Logan wheeled over to her and took the locket from her. Max held up her hair and Logan placed the locket around her neck, kissing her barcode as he did up the clasp. Max let down her hair. Logan kissed her lips.

When they finally came up for air, Max smiled and declared, Ill always wear it, Logan. Ill never take it off.

Welcome home, Max. 

Thanks. I love you, Logan. Max leaned over and kissed him.

 

Union Street, Sector 6 - 6:00 A.M. 

Standing in front of Hinkle Electronics, the elderly man blew into his fist. It was a chilly morning, and his fingers were cold. With his other hand, he clutched the ragged newspaper hed wrapped around his shoulders in lieu of a coat. He jumped when a deep voice called out, You there! What do you think youre doing?

A sector cop strode up, loosely gripping his baton. Under the neon sign, his face seemed red, and his uniform was as black as street he had just crossed.

Nothing! the man said nervously. He gestured to the storefront, where a flat screen television had been left on overnight as part of a display. Honest! I was just looking in the window! There was a sound from the sky, and the clouds opened. A light rain began to spatter the pavement.

Sure, the cop said skeptically. Looking for something to steal. He gestured to the display window. One of those TVs would get you a halfway decent apartment.

I couldnt even carry one of those things, not since I got injured at the cannery. The old mans jaw was stiff. I just wanted to get the news. He looked away, his shoulders hunched. I always used to watch the news. Back when things were  different. He peered up at the cop, his face raw and sad. I wasnt always like this, you know? Once upon a time, I had a life.

The cop raised an eyebrow, about to comment. He looked the elderly man up and down, and some of the tension went out of his bearing. I guess an old fellow like you couldnt do any harm. His expression softened. Why dont you go down to the mission? You could get yourself a cup of hot soup  if they have any left.

Not till I get my news, the old man said with unusual dignity. I like to keep up on current events. Defiantly, he turned back to the display window, fixing his steady gaze on the television. After a brief hesitation, the cop joined him. 

Shoulder to shoulder, the two men watched as an anchorman in a slate grey suit read off a Teleprompter. The voice was barely audible through the thick glass window. 

"...and in an unprecedented turn of events, Governor Savidge took the floor in the State Legislature, speaking out against the passing of the Conscription Bill she herself had proposed. The last moment change of heart was in vain, as the Bill easily passed first reading, with an overwhelming majority. Afterwards, the Governor refused comment to the press, saying only, The damage is done.

While the Savidge Bill, as its being called, was initially greeted by vigorous protest, reports of skirmish activity on the Oregon-Washington border yesterday are leading some analysts to describe the new bill as a hard choice - but the right choice.

In other news, a twenty-year-old UCLA student has been returned to her family after a harrowing ordeal. Apparently the young woman went missing during a hiking trip to the Cascade mountains. On noticing her absence, expedition leaders notified her family and immediately organized a search party. The circumstances under which the student was located are unclear at this time, although we do know that she is in stable condition at the hospital. 

The anchorman shuffled his papers, and looked up at the camera apologetically. Her identity has not yet been released. More on this story as it develops 


END OF EPISODE 3.20


 

