EPISODE 4.03 - DOUBLE TAKE

Written by Dark NTernal, MrAndyPuppy, Shywr1ter and Zanna

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Its that time of year again...

She slammed the door shut, closing them in, and pressed herself against him. Oh, God, Logan, youre so hot... she hissed. Her hands grabbed at his jacket, yanking it partway down his shoulders, as she brought her mouth to his, her tongue probing in.

She stumbled and fell against the guard. Mmmmm, she murmured as she ran her hands up his chest. I want some of this.

Suddenly, Max grabbed Zack from behind, spun him around and pulled him into a crushing kiss.

Max, youre in heat!

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...and the timing couldnt be worse...

The plan was for me to take his place, and for Max to take the place of the North Korean representative, just long enough for us to retrieve the CDC hard drive, Logan explained. Once we had it, we were going to trade places with them again and call in the police to shut the auction down. But now that theyre here, we have to be on the lookout for them, and still get the hard drive before it goes up for auction.

Our main objective is Jupkin, Zack interjected. He has the diskettes, all the R & D that Manticore put into all of us, including Max.

Logan shook his head. The CDC hard drive is just as much of an exposure risk for her.

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...but this time it could cost Max her life...

At that moment, the three men that the auctioneer had sent for the hard drive came around the corner. Having heard the sounds of fighting, they already had their weapons drawn.

Max! Zack yelled.

One of the newcomers had his gun pointed at Max. She turned her head to look, just in time to see him pull the trigger.


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PROLOGUE

Downtown Seattle October 8, 2022, 7:00 PM

The Hotel Vandermeer towered over the streets of downtown Seattle, its stately grandeur undiminished by the Pulse.  It was one of the many jewels of the Vandermeer family empire and, like its rival the Steinlitz, had managed to survive the economic fallout in style, largely due to its owning familys extensive holdings in Europe.  Inside the lobby, elegant chandeliers still sparkled over luxurious carpets and richly upholstered seating, while the well-heeled guests went about their business or pleasure, attended by well-trained staff.

The revolving door spun as Max walked in from the street.  She was smartly dressed in a tailored black pantsuit, her hair pulled back in a neat, almost severe, ponytail.  Tasteful gold jewelry gleamed at her neck, ears and hands, making her appear like she very much belonged among the affluent.  The cab in which she had arrived pulled away from the curb as she stood for a moment just inside the doorway, taking in her surroundings and assessing the guests and staff.  She then strode purposefully across the lobby, walking straight over to the front desk where a youngish, well-groomed desk clerk stood waiting to serve guests.

Welcome to the Hotel Vandermeer, said the man in pleasant tones.  How may we help you?

Im here for the M.A.N.A. conference, Max answered with a raised eyebrow.  As she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror behind him, she straightened the jacket of her suit and brushed a non-existent stray hair back into place in her taut ponytail, to ensure she was projecting the right aura of self-assured authority.  Im sure you know the one  Medical Advances in North America? she continued in a clipped business tone.

Yes, maam, the young desk clerk answered.  Let me call one of our staff over to escort you to the conference room.  Were an older hotel and the meeting rooms can be a little difficult to find.  Turning to a bellhop waiting attentively nearby, he motioned with one hand and called out, Bill, please show our guest to the Maynard Conference Room  shes here for the medical conference.

Max followed the bellhop to a set of elevator doors, which opened at a touch of a button.  They stepped inside and, except for the usual elevator muzak, continued in silence during the short ride up.  When the elevator doors opened, they got out and the bellhop then proceeded to lead her down a series of corridors.  She noticed that all of the corridors had doors dotted at semi-regular intervals along their walls, but she saw no one else as they progressed. 

Eventually the bellhop escorted her toward some double doors set even further back in the hotels depths.  The two approached the conference room and the bellhop opened the door for her to enter. 

Immediately inside the conference room was a small table set to one side, where a nondescript man in a plain suit was sitting, a pen in one hand and list of names in the other.

Good morning, and you are...? he asked politely, but with obvious steely undertones.

The names Terese Lionne.  Im here to represent North Korea Military Enhancements.  My manager confirmed my attendance last week, Max answered quietly.

Ah yes, Ms. Lionne, weve been waiting for you.  I believe were all here now.  Ill inform Mr. Timms that were ready to begin.  After tick marking her name on his list, he got up, walked to a door opposite the table and softly rapped on it, pausing only for a moment before entering.

A few dozen people were already in the room, milling around.  As Max surveyed the room, a number of the other occupants surreptitiously looked her over.  A moment later, the door opened again and a tall man entered the room, followed by the list and tick man.

Welcome to you all! boomed the tall mans voice, naturally projecting over all conversations with little effort.  Thank you for coming today.  My name is Jason Timms and I will be your host for this very special event.

As you should all be aware, this auction is private and open only to those parties who have been invited.  We respect your privacy and thank you for respecting ours.  The merchandise we have to offer today has come from various sources, but each item on the lists you will receive in a moment is extremely valuable, the big man continued.  These items have been obtained through unusual methods and include both government and private-sector research that will be of immense interest to your respective organizations.

After you have had a chance to view the merchandise, there will be a short reception as we prepare the items for auction, after which the real fun will begin.  If you will all follow me, Ill show you the items we have available today.  Mr. Green here will provide you with the catalogue.  With a small nod of his head, he turned to leave the room the way he had entered.

As Max began to follow the auctioneer, a short man in an expensive gray suit bumped into her.  Pardon me, he apologized.  He then looked her over and a charming smile spread across his face.  And who might you be? he asked.  I dont believe Ive seen you at one of these events before, and I would remember a face like yours.

The name is Lionne, Max answered coolly, Terese Lionne.

Yes, Ive heard of you, the man nodded.  For a relatively new player you have quite the reputation for playing hardball.  He then stuck out his hand.  My names Angelo De Conti, and Im here to represent an Italian organization, he said vaguely.  And you? he asked as they shook hands.

Lets just say that some people in North Korea are paying me a lot of money to get them the things they want, she answered just as vaguely.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar masculine voice behind her.  As I am being equally well-paid to represent my organization.  She turned to face him.  Logan, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, reached forward and shook De Contis hand.  The names Jupkin, Gregor Jupkin, he introduced himself.  Im here to represent a Russian organization.

He then took Maxs offered hand.  As he gave it a firm shake, she couldnt help noticing how different he looked, with his hair slicked back and dark brown contact lenses masking the green of his eyes.  Those same eyes glinted playfully at her as he nodded toward the door through which most of the other bidders had already passed.  Shall we see if they have anything worth our time? he asked.

An equally playful smile twitched at the corners of her lips as she answered, Yes, I think we should.

He then stepped aside with a slightly exaggerated bow and said, Ladies first.

END OF PROLOGUE

ACT I 

Hotel Vandermeer, Merchandise Display Room  7:30 PM

The bidders wandered around the room, looking over the merchandise displayed on long tables set up along the walls and in rows down the middle of the room.  The items included a variety of data storage devices, such as DVDs, CDs, diskettes and memory cards, as well as several hard drives and laptops.  Logan was leaning over a table, examining the back of one of the hard drives.  After a surreptitious glance at a scrap of paper in his hand, he looked up and caught sight of Max several yards away from him.  Several monitors had been set up around the room for the bidders to peruse the contents of the data storage devices, and she was standing in front of one of them, scanning the menu of a memory card.  As she looked up and gazed in his direction, he casually ran his hand along the hard drives casing.  She zoomed her vision on the hard drive, making note of its make and model, and then looked back at Logan, giving him a barely perceptible nod of the head before looking away.

After several minutes, the auctioneer came in and cleared his throat to catch their attention.

Ladies and gentlemen, refreshments are being served in the next room whenever you are ready.

Everyone gradually made their way into the other room.  As they arrived, servers began circulating among them with trays of champagne and hors doeuvres.  Many of the bidders were talking on cell phones.

Logan snagged a glass of champagne from a passing server and began to mingle with the crowd.  As he scanned the room, looking for Max, a voice spoke behind him.  So, Mr. Jupkin, youre representing the Russians.

Logan turned around to face a man wearing an Armani suit.  He had dark hair, a goatee, and the slick look of a very successful businessman.  Thats right.  And you would be...?

Shawn Morgan.  I represent certain South African interests.  I wasnt aware that you people were interested in classified information and technology, he said in an accented voice.

Well, were expanding our interests, Logan replied cautiously.

The people I represent are also very much interested in acquiring already-developed technology.  I couldnt help noticing that youre wearing a piece of technology I havent seen before.  He looked down meaningfully.

Logan followed the gaze down to his own shoes, encased in the straps of the exoskeleton.  Ah yes, its called an exoskeleton.  I acquired it from someone who, shall we say, no longer needs it.  He lifted his left foot slightly for the man to have a closer look.  It enhances speed and strength in the legs.

The man looked impressed.  Really?  Id be very interested in knowing more.  Would you be interested in sell  

Suddenly, Logans cell phone rang.  He pulled it out of his pants pocket, opened it and looked at the display.  Excuse me.  I have to take this, he said to Morgan.  Perhaps we can continue our discussion another time.  As Morgan moved away, Logan spoke into his phone.  Hey.

Right back at you.  It was Max.  Was I interrupting something important?

Logan looked around and spotted Max across the room giving him a sidelong look as she spoke into her cell phone.  Are you kidding?  Your timing was impeccable.  Another minute and I probably would have had to sell that guy the exoskeleton.

Max looked appreciatively at the ring on her right hand.  Not that I dont enjoy dressing up as much as the next girl  your mom had classy taste in jewelry, by the way  but these shoes are killing me.  I take it the hard drive were after is the one that you were getting all touchy-feely with.

Yes, Logan answered, the serial number matches the one Sam Carr gave us.

Max glanced over at a server bearing a tray of champagne several feet away from her and caught his attention.  As he started walking toward her, she continued in a low voice over the phone.  Okay, so your intel checks out, but you still havent told me why we have to take care of this ourselves.  The server paused in front of her, and she selected a glass and took a sip, waiting until he moved on before resuming her conversation with Logan.  Why couldnt we just let Matt handle this for us?  Hes going to be raiding this joint anyway.

Because, Logan answered, every time Matt has conducted a major investigation into the black market in the past few months, the Feds have swooped in and taken over, and its at that point that the crooks somehow get tipped off.  He thinks theres a leak in the FBI.  Hes managed to keep this investigation off the federal radar so far by just involving his most trusted men, but theres no telling where the evidence could end up after the raid goes down.  I dont think I need to remind you how this one particular piece of evidence could affect you.  I think well both breathe easier once its in our own hands.  Besides, I want to find out whos behind these black-market auctions.  He watched as the auctioneer walked past him and exited the room.  Listen, Im going to follow the auctioneer and see what I can find out.

And Ill snoop around and see if I cant find out where theyre keeping the merchandise before it goes up on the block.

Be careful, he cautioned her.

Considering how many times Ive had to save your ass, I could say the same to you, she said tartly before snapping her phone shut. 

Hotel Hallway

Max walked over to the doorway that led to the room where the merchandise was being displayed, in the hope that it was still there.  When she glanced in casually, her enhanced eyesight quickly took in all the details of the darkened room, noticing instantly that the tables were now all bare.  She quietly closed the door and continued down the hallway.

A discreet search of the remaining conference rooms on the floor also turned up nothing.  She opened a door across the hall from the last conference room and found a corridor of private suites.  Further exploration revealed even more corridors; all interconnected like a maze.  After wandering down several of them, she turned a corner and almost bumped into a very large and unmoving man, dressed in an ill-fitting suit with a telltale bulge on one side.

Sorry, miss, you cant come down here, the guard said firmly in an accent that implied tough on-the-street living.

Oh, but I need to use the ladies room.  One of the other guests told me that it was down this way, Max responded innocently.

Well, miss, they must have been mistaken, because there aint no ladies room down here.  Youll have to go back the other way.

Max considered fast-talking her way past him, but then noticed several other guards, stationed at regular intervals along the hallway behind him.  She shrugged and turned to go. 

As she turned the corner out of sight of the guard, she murmured into the tiny microphone hidden in the lapel of her jacket, Logan, I think I know where the merchandise is being kept, but there are several guards in the hallway.  Theres no way that I can get past them this way.  Ill have to figure out another way of getting in.

His voice came to her through the equally tiny wireless receiver concealed in her right ear. Just try not to get caught, he teased her.  The last thing we need is a repeat of the Pierpont Lemkin heist.

Hey, that was on Diamond, not me, she answered defensively.  As long as her ghost isnt hanging around, I think I can handle not getting caught.  Listen, Im going to head outside to do some recon.  Ill let you know if I find anything. 

Another Hallway

Logan followed the auctioneer at a discreet distance as he walked down a series of corridors.  The auctioneer finally stopped in front of an unmarked door and glanced around.  Logan quickly ducked behind a corner to avoid being seen and listened while the man unlocked the door, entered through it and closed it behind him.  After a moments hesitation, Logan quietly walked up to the door and carefully put his ear as close to it as he could without making any noise.  He could clearly hear the auctioneers voice, seemingly talking to someone on the phone, and the faint sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard.

Yeah, the auctioneer was saying, everythings going fine.  All of our guests have arrived.  Theyre enjoying champagne and hors doeuvres as we speak.  Ill give them another fifteen minutes or so and then Ill start the auction...uh huh...yeah...trust me, Ive done this before.  By the way, we got a few last-minute items...Im sending the specs to you right now...You got it?...Good.  Listen, I gotta go check on a few things before I start the show.  Ill call you when its all over and well go over the numbers...Bye.

Logan quickly and quietly backed away from the door, looking around for a place to hide.  A little farther down the hallway, he found a door marked with a sign that said STAIRS and quickly ducked inside.  Concrete stairs led up to the floors above and down to the floors below, but he gave them only a cursory glance as he listened at the door, opening it a tiny crack so that he could a see a sliver of the hallway.  A few seconds later, the auctioneer came back out into the hallway, closed the door behind him, and disappeared around a corner.

Logan listened until he could no longer hear the mans footsteps, then spoke into a microphone identical to Maxs, similarly hidden in his jacket.  Max, I just overheard the auctioneer talking to someone over the phone.  It sounded like he was talking to some kind of business associate.  I think he was also sending an e-mail.

He heard her voice in his ear.  Dont tell me.  Youre going to do some snooping.

He smiled as he left the stairwell and walked back to the door from which the auctioneer had exited.  Lets just say that you can learn a lot about a man from his e-mails.

Looking around furtively, he pulled a set of lock picks from his pocket and inserted two of the slender pieces of metal into the lock, delicately jiggling the tumblers inside.  A few minutes later he had the door open, and after a quick glance down the corridor to make sure he wasnt being watched, he ducked into the room.  Not surprisingly, it was an office, well appointed with lush carpets, rich draperies, and a heavy wooden desk.  An antique, glass desk lamp illuminated the desk, but there was no computer in sight.

He walked over to the desk, sat down in the chair and tried opening the desk drawers.  They were all locked.  Muttering to himself, he pulled the lock picks out of his pocket again and began picking the lock of the topmost drawer on the right.  Within moments, he had the drawer open and found a laptop inside.  He let out a quiet Aha! and pulled it out.  Another few moments and he had it up and running on the desk. 

Damn, he said under his breath, after he tried to open several of the files and applications, and realized that everything was encrypted.  He took a portable storage device out of his pocket, plugged it into the appropriate port, loaded up several hacking utilities, and quickly began typing.  Time to earn your money, Logan.

Outside Wall of Hotel

With one last shove, Max pushed the window open all the way and poked her head out to look outside.  There was a ledge just below the window that wrapped around the entire building.  She hoisted herself up onto the windowsill, eased her legs out until her feet found the ledge, and then ducked through outside.  She began edging forward on the ledge, skillfully positioning her back to the wall. She looked down for a moment at the street far below and muttered to herself, Now is not the time to be thinking of the Steinlitz.

Leaning toward her right side, Max peered inside the first room for any sign of the hard drive, but the room was unoccupied and there was no sign of the merchandise.  She continued to move along the ledge, her back firmly against the wall.  The second and third rooms were identical to the first.  There was only one room left to check before she reached the corner, and she finally hit paydirt in this last room.  A smile spread across her face as she peered into the window.  The drapes were closed, but not entirely.  A gap in them revealed the merchandise spread out on several tables inside the room.  She craned her head around and spotted the hard drive they were after on a table next to the wall on the right.

She heard Logans voice in her ear. Max, hows it coming with the hard drive? 

Tucking her chin toward her lapel, she said, I found it.

Good.  Is there a way in?

Theres always a way in for your favorite cat burglar.

A faint laugh came back as a reaction to Maxs last comment. Listen, I found the auctioneers laptop and Im working on breaking the encryption on it.  It shouldnt be too long now.

Ditto for me and the hard drive, Max said, as she began examining the window frame.

Hotel Office

Bingo, Logan said.

Whats up? Max asked.

Im in, Logan told her as he began opening up folders, files and e-mail.  Looks like he kept a record of everything that hes bought and sold, but hes used code names for all the buyers and sellers.  He looked at the e-mail programs inbox.  Most of his e-mail is from one address.  He opened the last incoming e-mail and quickly scanned the text.  The last message received has instructions on where to send the proceeds of the auction, he reported.  A look into the outbox yielded the last outgoing e-mail.  Last message sent has a list of CDs and memory cards, and detailed descriptions of whats on them.  It was sent to the same address as he received the instructions from.  It sounds like hes just a middleman orchestrating this event for someone else.

Any mention of who this someone else is? Max asked.

Just another code name, but Ive got the e-mail address, and that should give me a start on tracking down who it belongs to.  Im going to try to copy as much as I can for later study, he said, as he initiated the command to copy the files onto his storage device.

Outside Wall of Hotel

Looking in through the window, Max could see the hard drive only a few feet away.  She had cut a small hole into the glass of the window with a glasscutter, just large enough for her hand to pass through.  It was positioned close to the windows lock, and in the shadow of the partially drawn drapes on the other side.  As she reached in through the hole, she saw movement inside the room and quickly withdrew her hand, ducking out of sight in the shadows.  Someone was entering the room.

Max waited a moment and then slowly moved back toward the light, taking a careful look inside.  It was the auctioneer who had entered the room, and he was walking toward a table on the left side of the room.  After examining one of the items on it, he went back to the door, but instead of leaving, he called out to one of the guards in the hallway.  When the guard came in, the auctioneer told him to stay in the room, and then left, leaving the guard behind.

Max quietly took several steps along the wall, away from the window.  Logan, we have a problem, she whispered.

Whats wrong?

A guard has just been stationed inside the room.  I cant just sneak into the room  hell see me.

Isnt there any way you can get in without getting spotted?

No, I need some sort of a diversion to draw him out of the room.

Hotel Office

Max, theres no time for that now.  We need to get back to the reception.  The auction will be starting soon, and its going to look suspicious if were not there, Logan said as the laptop indicated that it was finished copying the files he wanted onto his storage device.

Logan, were so close.

I know, but we need time to come up with a diversion, anyway.  Well try again later, Logan reassured her.  He quickly disconnected the device and slipped it back into his pocket.

Okay, Im heading back to the reception room.  By the way, what did you do with the real Jupkin and Lionne?

My people grabbed them just as they arrived at the airport, he answered, as he shut down the laptop and put it back in the desk, gently closing the drawer.  Theyre safely sedated and under lock and key at one of my safe houses.  I have some of my people guarding them.  He stood up from the chair and quickly glanced around to make sure that everything was as he had found it.  Theyre not going anywhere until we need to switch places with them again.  With that, he quietly exited the room.

Safe House

Three men were sitting around a table in a corner of a room, playing cards.  One of them looked at his cards and threw a twenty-dollar bill on top of a pile of cash in the middle of the table.  Grinning to the man sitting opposite him, he said, Ill see your ten, Marc, and Ill raise you another twenty.

The third man looked at his cards for a moment.  In exasperation, he threw the cards in front of him.  Man, this just aint my day.  Gary has all the luck and I aint in a mood for losing more.

Seeing him fold his hand, Gary smiled.  Well, since youre taking a break, Chris, why dont you go check up on those two?

Chris only nodded in agreement and got up, pushing his creaking chair behind him.  He walked toward a door on the other side of the room.  The door had a small window set in it, which allowed him to look into the small, sparsely furnished room on the other side.  Through the wire-enforced glass, he could see a man and a woman lying on two cots.  They appeared to be heavily sedated and showed no signs of waking any time soon.

He walked back to the table, sat down and grabbed the bottle next to him to fill up his glass.  Looks like theyll be out cold for a while longer.

Marc nodded, looking at his cards.  Good.  That oughtta give us time for a few more hands.  He smiled at Gary.  Looks like Im going to call your bluff.

Gary didnt respond, keeping his face blank.

Marc glanced at the cash on the table, and then looked confidently down at his cards.  Ready to show your cards?

Chris looked through his glass as he drank, barely noticing the liquid touch his lips as he watched what was going on.

Gary looked calm, but hesitated as he nodded.

With a big smile Marc brought his cards down to the table.  Full house.  Read em and weep.  He started reaching for the cash, a grin covering his face.

Both Chris and Gary looked at Marcs cards; he had three queens and two sixes.  Chris rubbed his stubble and looked enviously at the cards.  Nice ha   Chris began to say to congratulate Marc.

Hang on a sec, Marc... Gary said, as he blocked Marcs hands with an arm.

What? Marc asked with puzzlement.

Gary grinned and threw down his cards, his blue eyes bright. 

I dont believe it, Marc said as he saw the cards, running a hand through his black hair.  He got a royal flush?

What? Chris asked in surprise, nearly choking on his drink.  He looked in disbelief at Garys cards, and saw that he had the ten, jack, queen, king and ace of spades.  Lucky son of a bitch.  How often does that happen?

Gary had managed to get the remaining queen from the deck to form his royal flush.  He dragged all the cash from the table to his side, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upward, and started collecting the cards.  Ready for another hand? he asked, shuffling the cards.

Youre on.  I want my money back, Marc exclaimed, pulling his chair closer to the table and straightening up.  Chris, you in?

Sure, man...yeah...whatever.  Chris said and sighed.

Both men laughed at Chris.  Gary patted Chriss shoulder reassuringly.  Dont worry, man, youll beat me this time.

Chris smiled hopefully, rubbing the back of his neck.  Yeah, you wont see it coming.

Gary started dealing the cards with practiced ease.

In the locked room, the man who was supposedly lying heavily sedated began to stir.

END OF ACT I

ACT II

Safe House  7:55 PM

The man moaned quietly as he shifted awkwardly on the cot.  As he shifted his body, he raised his hands to his head.  Oh, my head, he groaned, and tried to sit up, but then slumped back down.

After a few moments he tried again, and this time was successful in raising himself off the pillow.  He continued to clutch at his head, fingers pressing into his temples as if to push away the pain, as he looked around him.  All he could see were four plain, white walls and a door with a small window in it.  As he continued to survey the room, his gaze settled on the only other thing in it: another cot identical to the one in which he was sitting, this one occupied by a dark-haired woman who was beginning to stir.

The man got to his feet and staggered over to the other side of the room, just in time to hear the woman groan softly and grab at her own head.  She retched and he moved to one side.  Gradually the woman settled down and moaned quietly.  Through slitted eyes, she looked at him. 

Who are you? they both asked simultaneously. 

You first! she snapped.  He held up his hands unthreateningly.  She lowered her own away from the sides of her head and sat up groggily, her breath slowly settling. 

OK, OK, the man said.  Who am I to oppose an attractive woman?  My name is Jupkin, Gregor Jupkin.  And you are...? he asked.

Terese Lionne, she groaned as she sat up, and Im not supposed to be here.

Well, neither am I, Jupkin said in exasperation as he sank down onto the floor and sat heavily beside her cot.  He winced as he rubbed at his temples again.  You wouldnt happen to know where we are and why were here, would you?

How should I know? Lionne retorted.  She leaned forward and covered her eyes with her left hand against the glare of the bare light bulb in the ceiling, which was the sole source of light in the room.  You woke up first  you tell me.

Only by a few seconds, he sighed, as he leaned back against the cot.  He then turned his head toward her and looked appraisingly at her.  She wore a black pantsuit that, although rumpled at the moment, looked quite expensive.  Jewelry at her neck, wrists and ears looked equally costly.  You look well-off.  Perhaps youre being held for ransom.

She raised her head slightly and looked at him over her fingers.  Unlikely.  My family isnt wealthy.  I made all of my money on my own.  Then it was her turn to give him an appraising look.  He was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit and wore a gold watch that must have cost a small fortune.  What about you?  You dont exactly look impoverished either.

He blew out his breath.  I also made my own fortune, and I have no family to speak of.  I suppose the next question is: do you have any enemies?

She peeked at him from under her hand.  In my line of business, plenty.  And you? she asked in return.

More than I care to count, he answered, but none that I can think of who would abduct me.  Kill me, maybe, but not abduct me.

I work for some very...powerful people, Lionne said vaguely.  They also have many enemies.  Perhaps this is meant to hurt them, or maybe whoever is keeping us here wants to get information out of us about them.

He looked thoughtful for a moment.  You may be right.  I also work for some powerful people.  But if thats the case, why hasnt anyone come to question us yet?

She rolled her eyes at him.  Well, maybe theyve been waiting for us to wake up.  Its kind of hard to question someone when theyre unconscious, she answered sarcastically.

Jupkin looked at the door and again took in the fact that it had a window in it.  Well, Im not unconscious now, and Im tired of waiting around.  Im going to try to see who brought us here and find out what this is all about, he said, as he heaved himself off the floor.  He walked to the door, looked out through the window and saw the three men in the outer room playing poker.  Hey, you out there! he shouted.  He banged on the door and futilely tried turning the locked knob.  Let us out of here!

In the other room, the three men spun their heads toward the door, startled by the sudden noise.  Hes awake, Gary said to the other two.

Do you think she is, too? Marc asked.

Ill go see, Chris said, as he slapped his cards face down on the table and got up from his chair.  He walked to the door and looked through the window, first taking in Jupkin and then angling his view until he could see Lionne.  She glared at him from where she sat on her cot.  Yeah, shes awake, too, he told the others as he walked back to the table.

I thought you said they were going to be out cold for a while longer, Marc said, as Chris sat back down.

Looks like I was wrong, Chris said, looking apprehensively over his shoulder at the door.  He turned back toward Marc and Gary and said defensively, Hey, they were both asleep the last time I looked in on them.  How much sedative did you give them, anyway? he asked Marc.

Obviously not enough, Marc said wryly.

So what do we do now? Gary asked nervously.

Nothing, Chris said decisively.  Eyes Only said to keep them here until he calls, and he hasnt called yet.  He then picked up his cards and asked, Now, are we playing cards or what? The other two picked up their cards and the game resumed.

In the other room, Jupkin pounded on the door.  Hey, whats going on here? he shouted.  I demand to speak to whoevers in charge!  Are you listening to me?  When he got no response from the men outside, he walked over and kicked the corner of his cot before sitting down heavily on it.   There are three men out there, but I dont think theyre going to tell us anything, he reported to Lionne.

What are they doing? she asked him.

Theyre playing cards, he answered in disgust.

She leaned forward and gave him a puzzled look.  I dont understand.  Why arent they trying to interrogate us or something?  Why are we just being kept here?

He threw up his hands.  How the hell should I know?  Maybe its not about our employers.

She looked in consternation at her watch, and then got up and began pacing back and forth between the two cots.  Whatevers going on, I dont have the time for this.  Im not supposed to be here.

He leaned back on his cot and said, Well, neither am I, but here we both are.

She became even more agitated, her heels tapping loudly on the floor as she paced in front of him.  You dont understand.  I really need to be somewhere else.

He sat upright and gave her a sharp look.  Where are you supposed to be?

None of your business, she snapped.

He raked his hands through his hair and said, Look, were obviously going to be here a while, so we might as well talk to each other and try to figure out whats going on.

She stopped pacing when she reached the wall opposite the door and leaned against it, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she gave him a long assessing look.  Finally, she seemed to come to a decision.  All right.  Theres a...conference that Im supposed to be attending.  Its happening at a hotel in downtown Seattle as we speak.

Jupkins eyebrows shot up.  The Hotel Vandermeer? he asked.

She gave him a startled look.  Yes, how did you know?

Would it surprise you to know that Im here in Seattle to attend a conference at the same hotel?

She walked over and sat down on her cot opposite him.  The M.A.N.A conference?  When he nodded, she said, That cant be a coincidence.

It looks like someone doesnt want us to be at the conference, but who and why? he wondered out loud.

She drummed her fingers against her knees, a speculative look on her face.  Since weve both figured out that were supposed to be at the same conference, we might as well say what the conference really is.  Its a black-market auction for illegally obtained technology and information.  My employers are very interested in some of the items that were advertised to them, and I was sent to represent them in the bidding.  Im guessing thats your story as well.

He nodded.  Are you thinking that a rival group is holding us here so that we cant represent our employers?

She paused for a moment, Yes, thats exactly what I think.  She got up and began pacing again.  We need to get out of here.

He leaned forward.  Yes, we do.

Hotel Hallway

The other bidders were exiting the reception room and following Mr. Green as he led them down the hallway.  Logan appeared from around a corner and unobtrusively slipped in among them as they entered a small auditorium.  A young man was hovering just inside the entrance, handing out programs of the auction items and numbered paddles to the bidders as them came in.  Logan accepted a program and paddle from him, looked around, quickly selected a seat and sat down.

A few minutes later, Max entered the room.  By then most of the bidders had already sat down.  She turned to her right as the man handing out the programs and paddles cleared his throat.  He was quite attractive and she cocked her head in an evaluating gaze at him as he held out a program and paddle to her.  Your program and number, miss, he said with a puzzled smile.  She gave him a bold smile in return, took them from him, and then turned to look for an empty seat near the back.

As she spotted a vacant seat in the second row from the back, she caught sight of yet another man, this time older but still quite handsome, looking at her appraisingly.  She raised an eyebrow and gave him a wide smile as she walked toward her chosen seat.  He responded with a nervous half-wave and quickly turned away, toward the woman who was sitting next to him.  Sighing, Max sat down and opened the booklet.  Her eyes scanned the program, and she smiled with a small sigh of relief when she saw that the hard drive she and Logan were after was toward the end of the booklet. 

Ten minutes later
...and sold to Number Twelve for the sum of $400,000!  Note that down, please, Mr. Green, the auctioneer said to his assistant.

And now we have lot two, which is some rather interesting research into nanobots and their use in paramilitary forces...I noticed quite a few of you expressed interest in this one, so lets start the bidding at, say...150?  Who will give me $150,000?

Logan raised his paddle, saying into his cell phone, Max, we need to start bidding on things so people dont get suspicious.  This stuff is worth at least $500,000 to the Eastern European mobs, so Im going to put in a few bids.

On the other side of the room, Max spoke into her cell phone, Right.  Ditto for the North Koreans.

$150,000 to Number Nine  do I have 175? the auctioneer called out, looking around to see two different hands with corresponding numbers dart up.  175 to Number Two, and 200 to Number Fourteen.  Do I have 225...?

As Logan again raised his paddle, Max went on, The hard drive is lot 51, so we should have some time to get it before it goes up on the block.

As the bidding again turned to other people in the room, Logan responded, Agreed.  Lets just pretend to put in a few more bids and then slip out separately.

Sure.  Have you thought about how were going draw that guard...whoa, nice! Max said softly.  Why dont you come and sit back here, hot boy? she murmured, as a man walked sideways in front of her a few rows away.  His back was turned to her and he obviously didnt hear her, but Logan most certainly did over the still-active cell phone connection.

In confusion, he looked over and said slowly, Max, what are you doing?

Im checking out the fine ass on that hottie over there.  She stared at the mans backside in open admiration as he took a seat.  Why do you ask?

He lowered his voice to a whisper, his face tense with worry.  Because it sounds like youre in heat again. 

Maxs eyes widened in alarm.  No, cant be!  I usually get a fever before it happens, and Ive been fine.  She touched her neck, upper lip and forehead, checking herself for the telltale fever.  Her brows furrowed in consternation as she drew her hand away.  Her fingers were moist with sweat.

Logan continued, Your last one was about five months ago, right?  Arent you due for another one around now?

She closed her eyes in dismay.  Dammit, Logan, youre right.  Her eyes then flew open as her nostrils flared.  She looked around in panic at all the men in the room.  I gotta get out of here!  She hit the disconnect button and stood up, sliding out of her row and heading toward the back. 

Logan looked after her in concern, but had to turn his attention back to the auction as the auctioneer called out, Mr. Jupkin, do you wish to place another bid?

Max looked at the man near the door again, caught herself admiring his physique and quickly looked away, the flush rising on her cheeks.  Shaking her head to try and clear it, she quickly opened the door and slipped out. 

She walked quickly but aimlessly, darting down a series of corridors, looking for somewhere to escape.  After trying a few doors that all turned out to be locked, she found one that was open.  She swiftly opened the door and slipped inside, closing the door behind her and leaning against it, letting out a shuddering breath in the darkness of the room.

Why now? she moaned.

Safe House

If we dont get of here soon, were going to miss the auction entirely, Lionne wailed in frustration.  We have to come up with something!  If my employers find out that I wasnt even there to represent them, they will be extremely unhappy.

Yes, you mentioned that before, Jupkin said dryly.  The tapping of her heels seemed to grow louder and louder as she continued to pace back and forth, from one wall to the other and back again, and he winced every time she passed in front of him.  Listen, could you stop that pacing already?  Ive still got a headache from the sedative they gave us, and your clacking heels arent helping.

She ignored his request.  You do realize that by unhappy I mean me-dead unhappy, dont you?

Look, calm down, will you? he said, trying to placate her.  Getting agitated isnt going to help us get out of here.  She glared at him and stomped even louder.  He leaned back as she passed him for the umpteenth time, and looked up and down her body, taking in her long legs and shapely curves.  A sly smile spread across his face.  I think I might have an idea.

She stopped her pacing and looked at him suspiciously.

Hotel Auditorium

Two hundred forty-seven, five.  Logan had his phone open and was speaking into the dial tone as he maintained the charade for those nearby.  And there are still five others bidding.  No, no pause in the bids, this one will go for quite a bit more.  He paused, then nodded.  Understood.  He cut the call, flipped the phone shut and stood, making a show of pulling out his booklet to scan down the printed list inside.  That done, he folded the program back into his pocket and walked at a steady pace toward the door, his expression of detached interest matching those around him.  

Stepping into the hall, he casually glanced around.  There were only a very few others out in the hall, scattered at some distance from each other; most were on their phones out here, too.  He took a moment to stretch out his legs, and then pulled out his list and speed-dialed Max on his cell phone.

Max, where are you? Logan whispered as he started walking toward the hall to his left, pretending to study the program as he did.  Back toward the lobby?

I...um...took a left after leaving the auditorium...I think.

Good, Im heading in that direction.  Once he was out of sight of the few bidders loitering near the auditorium, he said, Im turning my phone off now, switching to comms.  He picked up his pace as he slipped the auction program into his jacket pocket and the cell phone into his pants pocket.  The corridor down which he was walking intersected with another one that stretched off to the right and left.  Which way did you go next? he asked into his microphone.

Right and then another left...and then I tried to get into some of the rooms, but most of them were locked.  I ducked into the first one that wasnt, her voice said through the receiver in his ear.

He turned and started down the hallway to the right.  Can you describe the room youre in? he asked as he scanned ahead for a turn off to the left. 

Im in... Logan could hear shuffling, and then a muffled bang, followed by what sounded like a plastic jug hitting the floor.  Finally there was the click of a light switch.  Oh, great...Im in a broom closet.  Max cursed under her breath.

Its okay, Max.  Look, Im heading your way.  Just try to stay calm.

Dammit, Logan, whats happening to me?  Its never been this...fast.  Theres always been some warning.  Her voice was more breathy, strained, and there was an odd flapping sound behind Maxs words.  It sounded like she was trying to fan herself with her program.

He came to the point where the hallway branched off to the left and took the turn.  Listen, Max, I think Im close now.  Im going to try opening doors.  Listen for me.  The first door that he tried was locked, as was the second.  Is this the first long-term relationship youve ever been in? he asked, keeping the conversation going as he moved on to the next door, and then the next one after that.

There were...uh...a lot of guys that I hooked up with when I was in heat.  Some of them I tried to have something more with afterwards.  None of them worked out.  The flapping sound became louder and faster.

So this is the longest youve ever been with someone.  Maybe having a long-term partner has changed things for you.  He tried to keep his voice calm, but looked around anxiously as yet another door failed to open for him.

Fat lot of good its doing me, if this is how it plays out! she snapped, but then she let out a low groan.  Logan, this cant be happening.

Max, I must be close now.  Just hang on.  Ill get to you and well deal with this somehow.

Oh, really?  Her voice, which had been edged with frustration moments before, became low and sultry.  Just what do you have in mind?

Safe House

And just what do you have in mind? Lionne asked.  When Jupkin continued to leer at her, she impatiently stamped her foot.  Are you going to tell me what your big idea is or are you just full of hot air?  

Suddenly he leapt off his cot and lunged toward her, grabbing her arms.  Before she knew it, he had her shoved up against the wall; her arms pinned at her sides.  She tried to knee him in the groin, but he had pressed himself up against her, and she couldnt angle her knee up high enough.  Breathing heavily, Jupkin leaned into her face.  Hot air indeed, he rumbled, or maybe just...hot.

Are you crazy?! she hissed.  Get off me!

He ignored her as he brought his hands up to her shoulders.  A gasp escaped her lips as he fisted his hands into the fabric of her jacket and yanked it down roughly.  Before she could protest, he forced his mouth on hers.  Her eyes widened in fear as she struggled against him, incoherent noises coming from her throat.  His hands came up and groped her breasts, squeezing them brutally.  He then lowered his mouth.  Her face screwed up in disgust as he licked her jaw from chin to ear.  She closed her eyes and whimpered, Please...stop.

And then she felt his hot breath against her ear as he growled a low command, Scream. 

Hotel Hallway

Logan continued to talk to Max over the comms as he tried to open yet another locked door.  Well think of something, Max, he answered.  He moved on to the next door and was reaching for the doorknob when the door suddenly flung open and an arm shot out toward him.  He staggered forward as Max pulled him inside, almost falling against her, but was immediately upright again as she shoved him up against a wall.  

She slammed the door shut, closing them in, and pressed herself against him.  Oh, God, Logan, youre so hot... she hissed.  Her hands grabbed at his jacket, yanking it partway down his shoulders, as she brought her mouth to his, her tongue probing in.  For a moment he was stunned, but then his eyes closed and his tongue joined hers.  She pulled away from the kiss and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, while her lips trailed down along his chin and neck.  Then his eyes flew open and he let out a sudden gasp.  She had his shirt open and was kissing and licking his chest.  She was halfway down to his navel when he started to shake his head.

Max...wait...the hard drive...we have to... he struggled to put the words together.

She then brought her face back up to his, her hands coming up behind his neck.  Shut up, Logan, she murmured against his lips, as she pulled him into another kiss.  For a moment he tried to pull away, but then a low growl came from his throat.  And then it was his turn to shove her up against the opposite wall as he kissed her back, his ferocity matching hers.

Safe House

What?  Lionnes eyes were wild with fear and confusion.

I said scream, Jupkin snarled.  Go ahead.  Try to fight me.  Do you think theyll come in here to save you?  He continued to paw at her clothing, loosening his hold only for a moment and then slamming her back up against the wall again.  Or is this what you want?  He leered, his face close to hers.

Please... she said softly, why are you doing this?  You said you had a way to get us out of here.

He suddenly backhanded her and hissed, Stupid bitch!  His laugh was cruel.  What the hell do you think this is?

Hotel Broom Closet

God, Logan, youd think you were in heat too, Max laughed breathlessly as Logan kissed her neck and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.  She closed her eyes and moaned softly.  He had her blouse open, revealing the lacy camisole she wore underneath, and was trailing his lips along her collarbone.  He then brought his face back up to hers and kissed her hungrily.  When they pulled out of the kiss, she grinned wickedly at him.  My turn, she said impishly as she tugged his shirt out of his waistband.  She then proceeded to lick her way down his chest.  He groaned and tilted his head back.  His eyes closed as Max began to trace his ribcage with her hands and lips.  But then his eyes blinked open and he took a deep breath, shaking his head back and forth.

Max...stop...somethings not right.  She was trying to unbuckle his belt and didnt seem to hear him.  With an effort, he staggered back away from her.  For a moment he looked at her, standing across from him.  Her blouse was undone, and her lips were swollen from kissing, making them look even fuller than usual.  He closed his eyes against the vision.  Somethings wrong, Max.  This isnt like me.  I...I cant seem to think straight.  Were supposed to be here to get the hard drive, but all I can think of is touching you and...

Its my pheromones, Logan.  She stared at him with a predatory gleam in her eyes, drinking him in from head to toe.  The toned muscles of his torso were visible through his open shirt, and his head was turned slightly away from her, showing off the sharp line of his jaw. 

What? he asked, opening his eyes.

You know, pheromones, she explained impatiently, chemical substances excreted by mammals to attract a mate and trigger a sexual...

I know what pheromones are, he interrupted her, but are they supposed to be having this strong an effect?  He shook his head sharply.  Your scent...its everywhere...I cant think straight.

My pheromone production goes into overdrive when Im in heat, Max continued to explain.  If a guy gets close enough to me, the urge to have sex is going to be really hard to resist, almost like hes in heat, too.  Being in a confined space likes this is probably making it worse.  She began to reach for him.

Logan held up a hand to try to keep her at a distance.  Max, if thats true, you have to stay back.

She suddenly grabbed his hand and brought it up to her face.  He began to tremble as she rubbed her cheek against the palm of his hand and kissed the tips of his fingers.  Logan, she crooned, I want you...I need you...now.

But... he started to protest.

Just two minutes, she begged.  Thats all we need to beat this bitch back and then we can get the damned hard drive...just two minutes.  She then closed the gap between them with one step, and brought her mouth crashing down on his again.  For a moment he struggled, but then his eyes closed.  Their lips parted and their tongues danced.  Soon they were breathless and gasping.

Only two minutes, he whispered against her lips, only two...

Safe House

Lionne stopped struggling as realization dawned in her eyes.  She cast a glance at the door and then looked doubtfully back at Jupkin.  He was still leering at her, but he also seemed to be waiting for her to do something.  She nodded in understanding, took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs, No!  Stop!  Somebody, help me!

Shut up! Jupkin bellowed, grinning evilly now, raising another hand to strike her.

But Lionne had managed to pull one hand away and snarled, Youre enjoying this, arent you? she hissed.  She then shoved the heel of her hand, hard, into Jupkins jaw.  His teeth rattled as he rocked backward in pain.  Help! she screamed again, her own grin victorious.

Rage now glinted dangerously in his eyes.  Stupid bitch, he repeated the epithet, as he grabbed her by the throat.  Her eyes bulged as he began to apply real pressure.  When Marc peered into the room, she was clawing at Jupkins hands and looked convincingly terrified.  The door swung open and Marc and Gary rushed into the room to pull Jupkin off her.

Lionne staggered away from the men, and her eyes immediately darted to the open door.  As she started to creep around the melee, she saw that Marc had a holster with a handgun strapped in securely.  Pausing only a moment to make her move, she fell on Marc in seeming gratitude.  Oh, thank you...thank you for saving me! she cried, her hand already snaking toward the holster.  With a quick tug on the strap, the gun was in her hand.  Marc made a move to grab her, but she jumped back, leveling the gun at them all.  Dont move! she ordered.  As Jupkin straightened and moved to join her, the gun swung his way.  Any of you, she warned.

Please.  He rolled his eyes and continued to walk confidently toward her, despite the gun pointing at him.  Ill take that...

No!  The cold hatred in her eyes stopped him.  Youre staying here, with them.

Dont be absurd.  His manner was the same, but he didnt move.  You wouldnt have that gun in your hand if it wasnt for me.  We need to work together.

Chris came rushing into the room, gun at the ready.  Lionne immediately took aim at him.  Throw it down! she screamed.  Now!  Or, I swear, Ill shoot you first.

Seeing the crazed look in her eyes, Chris reluctantly threw his gun down on the floor.  Jupkin rushed over and scooped it up.  Gesturing with it to the open door, he looked at Lionne and said, Shall we?

Are you crazy? she asked, the fear and hatred still in her eyes.  Why should I trust you?

He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling in frustration.  Look, you can do whatever the hell you want.  But I got us this chance to escape.  The least you can be is grateful.  I plan on getting out of here and salvaging what I can of what I came to this godforsaken city to do.  You can come with me or you can stay here and have tea with these gents.  The choice is yours.  And with that he stalked out of the room.

After a moments hesitation, she reluctantly followed him.

Hallway Outside Broom Closet

An elderly woman walked down the hallway.  As she passed the door to the broom closet, she heard voices moaning, murmuring and whispering.  She let out a Humph! of disapproval and continued on her way.

Inside the closet, Max and Logan were still kissing.  She had managed to get his jacket off and was again trying to unbuckle his belt, a task made difficult because he was trying to pull the hem of her camisole out of the waistband of her pants at the same time.  When he managed to get her camisole free, he slipped his hands underneath and began sliding them up her ribcage.  She moaned against his mouth.

When his cell phone rang, neither of them seemed to hear it at first, but it continued to ring insistently.  Logan reluctantly reached one hand into his pants pocket while continuing to kiss her.  He slowly pulled the cell phone out, flipped it open and looked at it as he raised it up to eye level next to Maxs head.

No name displayed on ID, just a number.  He stared at it for a moment, and then his eyes widened in recognition.  He stopped kissing Max and turned on the phone.  Max took this opportunity to slide down and kneel in front of him.  With a flick of her wrist, she finally managed to undo his belt.  What is it? he asked the caller distractedly, as Max began to unbutton his pants.  He shuddered as she sank her tongue into his navel.

Suddenly, he stiffened.  What? he snapped into the phone.  When?

Maxs movements became more urgent.  She had his pants unzipped and was circling his waist with her hands, her fingers tracing his skin along the top edge of the exoskeleton.  She gently nipped his belly with her teeth, looking up at him to see if she was getting his attention.  Unfortunately, she was not.  He was listening to the hurried voice on the other end of the call and grimacing at what he was being told.  Ya think? he retorted sarcastically, but then he took a deep breath and continued in a calmer voice, No...no...Ill take care of it.  Thanks for telling me.  You guys shut down and sanitize the place.  You know what to do.  He cut the call and looked down.  Max... he started to say.

Logan...two minutes... she pleaded.  Dont make me play rough.  She slid one of her hands inside his pants.

Max, stop!  He grabbed her hand, keeping it from going any further.  Weve run out of time.  That was one of my people at the safe house...Jupkin and Lionne have escaped.  Theyre probably heading here right now!

END OF ACT II

ACT III

Broom Closet  8:52 PM

Dammit! Max swore under her breath.  She was standing again and gently beating her head against Logans chest.  This cant be happening!  She ground her teeth in frustration and pounded the wall beside his head.

Try to calm down, Max, he said through his own gritted teeth.

Dont tell me to calm down! Max hissed.  Im burning up here!  She backed away from him and grasped the hem of her jacket, wringing it with her hands.

Logan rubbed his own hands roughly against his pant legs.  Well, thanks to your pheromones, so am I, but we have to get out of here and deal with Jupkin and Lionne before they blow our covers.

Max took a deep breath to try and calm herself, but found that it only made things worse because it filled her nostrils with his scent.  Logan watched as she clenched her fists around the fabric of her jacket until her knuckles turned white.  Fine! she hissed in exasperation.  But when we find them, Im going to deal them a world of pain for their rotten timing.

Logan nodded in agreement.  Im with you on that one.  He hurriedly buttoned his shirt and tucked it back into his pants.  She just as quickly tucked her camisole back into her pants.  Can you see my jacket? he asked as he zipped up his pants and refastened his belt.  It had fallen on the floor behind him and he was having trouble turning around with both of them crammed into the tiny space of the closet.

Max looked down as she buttoned up her blouse.  Its behind you.  Here, let me get it.  She crouched down and tried to ignore his groin, which was now right in front of her face.  Can you...um...spread your legs a little? she asked.  When he obliged, she reached through his legs and grabbed the jacket.  She quickly stood back up and as she thrust the jacket at him, his auction program book fell out of its pocket.

The both looked down at it and then up at each other.  The hard drive! they both said in alarm.

I cant believe I forgot about the hard drive, Max berated herself.

Logan raked fingers through his hair.  I almost forgot about it, too, dammit!  He took a breath to calm himself, pausing for a moment to think.  The hard drive is still our first priority.  Were not leaving without it, so heres what well do.  Ill go back to the auditorium and find out if the hard drive has gone up on the auction block yet.  You head to the merchandise room, and keep your comm on.

And then what? Max asked.  Even if its still there, a guard is still going to be in there with it.  Hell raise the alarm before I can get in or out.

If the hard drive hasnt been sold yet, Ill head your way and create some kind of diversion, so that you can get in and out without being seen, he explained.  If it has been sold... he paused and sighed.

Then whoever bought it is going to get a visit from the friendly neighborhood cat burglar, Max said reassuringly.

He looked at her and smiled, Hopefully, it wont come to that.  With any luck, we can still pull this mission off.  Worst-case scenario, we could run into Jupkin and Lionne before we can get the hard drive.

Maxs eyes narrowed.  Not a problem.  Im looking forward to taking them out, but what if theyve already ratted us out?

Then well just have to bluff our way through.  A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.  All we have to do is accuse them of being the imposters and...

And no one will know who to believe, she continued for him.

He gave her a reassuring nod.  Right.

After they spent another few seconds tidying themselves up as best as they could, she put her hand on the doorknob and looked at him, worry in her eyes.  You know this can go sideways in so many ways.

I know.  The look in his eyes mirrored her own.  But we have to try.  He cupped her cheek in his hand in a reassuring gesture, and then leaned in to offer a quick kiss.  Youd better go.  

She opened the door and they both stepped out.  As they departed in opposite directions, she muttered over her shoulder at him, You better survive this, Logan, or so help me Im going to kick your ass.

You too, he said over his shoulder.

Hotel Auditorium

Logan opened the door to the auditorium quietly and slipped into a seat in the back row, appearing to be intently scanning the program book in his hands.  As his eyes tracked through the room over the edge of the page, he heard the auctioneer conclude the bidding on the current item.

Three hundred, going once! said the tall man loudly.  Three hundred, going twice to Number Fourteen...any more bids?  He paused for a second more and then, with a quick rap of the gavel, he proclaimed, Sold!  Lot number 44 goes to Number Fourteen.  He gestured toward the man with his gavel.

As soon as he heard the lot number, Logan breathed a sigh of relief.  There was still time.

Just as he was about to rise from his seat, a woman dressed similarly to Max entered the room, walked down the central aisle and sat down two rows in front of him.  He stiffened in apprehension as he recognized Terese Lionne.

A man sitting next to Lionne turned toward her and tried to strike up a conversation.  Hi, my names Angelo De Conti.  He flashed a charming smile and extended his hand toward her.  And you are...?

She ignored his proffered hand and answered coldly, None of your business.

He seemed momentarily taken aback by her rudeness, but quickly recovered and continued to pour on the charm.  The least you can tell me is who you work for.  If we work for opposing groups, Ill be more than happy to move to another seat and give you some privacy, he went on reasonably.

She gave him another cold look before answering reluctantly.  I work for a North Korean organization.

His eyebrows shot up.  Really?  Theres another woman here representing North Koreans.  Her name is Terese Lionne.  Do you know her?

Her head whipped around.  Where is she? she asked sharply.

He looked around, scanning the room.  I cant see her now, but she was here a while ago.  I dont think shes done bidding yet, so shell probably be back in a few minutes.

Describe her to me, Terese demanded.

He looked her up and down.  Actually, she looks a lot like you.  Similar black pantsuit, long, black hair pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes and the fullest lips youve ever...

Thank you, I get the picture, she interrupted dryly.  Shes an...associate of mine.  My employers didnt tell me she was going to be here, too.  Her eyes narrowed.  When I see her, well have much to discuss.

Hotel Lobby

A bellhop stood next to the front desk, a bored expression on his face as he watched a handful of the hotels guests reading in the lounge area.  He looked down at his watch impatiently and then looked up again.  His face brightened as he saw another bellhop approaching him from one of the staff rooms.

Your turn to go on break, Manny, the other bellhop said.

Thanks, Bill, Manny replied, as he headed toward the staff room.

Gregor Jupkin watched from one of the lounge chairs as Bill took Mannys place.  He then tossed the magazine he was holding onto a nearby table, got up and walked to the front desk.

Yes, how may I help you? inquired the desk clerk.

The names Gregor Jupkin.  Im here for the M.A.N.A conference, Jupkin said brusquely, tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk.

For a moment the desk clerk looked startled, but then he recovered and replied, Of course.  He signaled Bill over.  Bill, please show Mr. Jupkin the way to the Maynard Conference Room.

Follow me, sir, Bill said to Jupkin, and led him into an elevator that was conveniently open and waiting.  As soon as the doors closed and they felt the elevator rising, the bellhop said, Youre late.  Where have you been?  The auction started over an hour ago.

I was unavoidably delayed, or perhaps I should say detained, Jupkin answered irritably.  Where were you when I arrived ten minutes ago?

I was on a break, Bill answered.  When Jupkin glared at him, he held up his hands defensively.  Hey, I was here when I was supposed to be.  Youre the one whos late.  It would have looked suspicious if I didnt go on break when I was scheduled to.  Besides, he added, I figured something must have happened to you when someone else showed up claiming to be you.

Jupkin whirled on him and grabbed him by the front of his uniform.  Where is he?! he shouted.

How the hell should I know?  Bills eyes bulged in fear.  Probably in the auditorium with the other bidders.  He looked down at Jupkins fists.  Um...could you let go of me, please?

Jupkin let go of him roughly and demanded, Describe him to me.

About six feet tall, light brown hair, brown eyes and, oh, something unusual  hes wearing some kind of device on his feet.

Hes an imposter, Jupkin snarled, and he will be dealt with.  He then reached forward and pressed the stop button.  The elevator jolted to a stop.  But in the meantime, you and I have some business to conduct.

Hotel Auditorium

Logan got up from his seat and slowly began moving toward the exit, trying to draw as little attention to himself as he could.  He was almost at the door when another man approached him, blocking his path.

Ah, Mr. Jupkin.  My names Susilov.  My employers asked me to meet with you to discuss similar interests.

Logan tried to walk around him.  Im sorry, but this is not a good time.  Perhaps we can meet later.

Susilov continued to block his way.  This will only take a moment.  I couldnt help noticing that we were bidding on compatible items.  My employers believe that a partnership with yours can be very profitable to both sides.

In her seat in the auditorium, Terese Lionne turned and listened in on the conversation between Logan and Susilov.  De Conti turned also, to see what had caught her attention.  Im sorry, Logan was saying, this is really a bad time.  He finally slid past Susilov and got to the door.  But maybe we can get together after the auction, he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

Lionne turned to De Conti and asked, Do you know who that was  the man who just left?

Yes, I was speaking with him earlier.  He calls himself Jupkin.  I suspect that hes representing the Russian Mafia.  Why do you ask?

But this question went unanswered as she abruptly got up and strode quickly to the door.  She exited the auditorium, but couldnt see Logan in either direction.

Hotel Hallway

Logan had already turned a corner away from the auditorium and was striding quickly down a hallway, making his way toward the merchandise room.  Max, he whispered into his lapel, the hard drive still hasnt gone up on the block yet, but it will soon.  We have to get it before it gets taken to the auditorium.  And thats not our only problem.  Terese Lionne is here and someone just told her about you.

As he was passing a doorway, someone came out fast.  Before Logan could react, the person had grabbed him from behind and pushed him against the wall.  Hey! he yelled.

He was spun around and thrust up against the wall again.  He stared into Zacks face, his eyes wide in shock.  Then Lydecker stepped into view just beyond Zacks left shoulder.

What are you doing here?! they all said at once.

END OF ACT III

ACT IV

Hotel Hallway  9:56 PM

Logan looked down at his jacket, bunched up in Zacks hand, and then looked up and glared at him.  Let go of me, please.

Zack paused for a moment, as if giving it some thought.  Then he released the jacket and stepped back.  What are you doing here, Logan?

I could ask you the same thing, Logan shot back.

Lydecker stepped between them.  Break it up, you two.  I suggest that we continue this discussion someplace more private.

Zack glanced at them both and then nodded.  Back in here.  He started walking toward the door from which he and Lydecker had just exited.

As Logan followed Zack and Lydecker, he heard Max in his ear.  Logan, whats going on?

Ran into some old friends; Zack and Lydecker, he answered quietly.

Yeah, I heard, but whatre they doing here? she asked impatiently.

Dont know, he replied, but Im going to find out.  Keep listening.

He looked around as they entered the room.  It appeared to be an unused conference room.  One long table occupied the middle of the room, while stacks of neatly piled chairs lined up against one wall.

Lydecker turned to Logan with a smirk.  Now, I believe we asked first.

Logan gave him a wary look.  Can I assume youll reciprocate?

Of course.

Okay, heres the Cliffs Notes version.  I got word from an informant that the CDC lost some of its computer equipment.  Seems a former employee decided to go into business for himself.  He was arrested, but not before several items ended up on the black market.  One of the items is a hard drive that used to have Maxs CDC file on it.  The file was deleted, but anyone who has the hard drive could reconstruct it, if they have the right resources.  And that would mean exposure for Max.  I traced the hard drive to this auction, and Max and I took on the identities of two of the bidders to infiltrate the auction and retrieve the hard drive before it goes on the auction block, which could be any minute now.

Zack and Lydecker looked at each other.  What did you do with the real bidders? Zack asked.

I had my people grab them at the airport and take them to one of my safe houses.  We had them locked up and sedated, Logan answered.

What do you mean, had? Lydecker asked.

Logan ran his hand through his hair in annoyance and embarrassment.  Yeah...they somehow got away from my people.  Theyre here in the hotel somewhere.

Zack snorted with derision.  Logan glared at him and continued, Ive already spotted the woman that Max is supposed to be impersonating.  I havent seen my guy yet, but I have to assume that if shes here, so is he.

And he would be Gregor Jupkin, Lydecker supplied.

Logan looked up, startled.  Yes, how did you know?

Lydecker and Zack again looked at each other.  Logan looked suspiciously at both of them.  Okay, I think Ive answered enough of your questions.  How about you start answering some of mine?  What are you doing here?

Now it was Lydeckers turn to look annoyed.  Not long after Manticore was destroyed, I bluffed my way into Whites base camp and liberated from him a briefcase that used to belong to the late but unlamented Elizabeth Renfro.  The briefcase had two diskettes that she had downloaded all of Manticores R & D onto, and a DNA workup on Max.  When I was supposedly killed, that briefcase and everything in it disappeared.  Ive been trying to find the contents ever since.  The DNA workup is still missing, but just last week I managed to track the whereabouts of the diskettes.  They had somehow fallen into the hands of the Russian Mafia, and the rumor was that they were going to be sold to a private buyer at this auction.  Our plan was to intercept the seller, a Mr. Gregor Jupkin, at the airport, but he didnt show up.

How did you manage to get him past us? Zack asked.  We had people at all the airport exits.

A ghost of a smug smile played at the corners of Logans lips.  But Im guessing you didnt have anybody on the airport staff.  My people grabbed him almost as soon as he got off the plane.

Ill have to remember that, Lydecker said grudgingly.  He then continued, I got word from my agent at the hotel that he had arrived here.  Only it wasnt him, it was you.

The plan was for me to take his place, and for Max to take the place of the North Korean representative, just long enough for us to retrieve the CDC hard drive, Logan explained.  Once we had it, we were going to trade places with them again and call in the police to shut the auction down.  But now that theyre here, we have to be on the lookout for them, and still get the hard drive before it goes up for auction.

Our main objective is Jupkin, Zack interjected.  He has the diskettes, all the R & D that Manticore put into all of us, including Max.

Logan shook his head.  The CDC hard drive is just as much of an exposure risk for her.

Lydecker interrupted both of them.  It would seem that we have multiple objectives now, and time is of the essence.  I suggest that we work together.

Neither Zack nor Logan looked too happy at the thought of working together, but they finally both agreed.

By the way, Logan asked, whos your agent in the hotel?

The desk clerk, of course, Lydecker answered with a smirk.

Shaking his head, Logan spoke into his microphone.  Max, did you get all of that?

Outside Wall of Hotel

Yeah, I got it all.  Im heading back inside now, Max said as she crept along the ledge, occasionally wiping the sweat off her brow and neck, and nervously wiping her hand against her pant leg.  She had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, but even the cool night air seemed to be doing little to soothe her feverish skin.

When she reached the window, she quickly ducked in, crossed the room to the door and slipped back into the hallway.  She had gone to the end of the hallway and was peering around the corner when she heard someone stepping out of a room behind her.  She straightened and took a casual step forward, as if she were simply another guest strolling down the hallway.  But then she heard the safety clicking off on a gun and a womans voice.

Turn around and keep your hands where I can see them.

Terese Lionne came into view as Max slowly turned around.  She had Marcs gun and was pointing it at Maxs chest.  For a moment she looked into Maxs face, her head cocked in amusement.  Wow, he wasnt kidding about your lips, she observed, but then her expression became flinty.  I believe thats my identity youre wearing.

Well, you can have it back as soon as Im done with it, Max quipped.

Youre done with it now.  Lionne flicked the barrel of the gun toward the adjacent hallway.  Lets go back to the auditorium, shall we?  Im sure the other bidders will be most interested in finding out who you and your partner really are.

Max obediently turned and took a step forward, but then suddenly whipped back around and, in a blur of speed, kicked the gun out of Lionnes hand.  The gun sailed through the air.  Max caught it neatly, quickly unloaded the clip and tossed both it and the gun behind her.

Didnt your mother ever tell you that a lady doesnt point guns at people? Max asked coolly.

For a moment, Lionne seemed stunned to find herself disarmed so quickly, but then she recovered and dropped into a fighting stance.  Thats all right, I dont need a gun to take care of you, she hissed.  For a moment they circled each other.  Do you have any idea what it was like being locked up with that lunatic? Lionne spat.  Im going to enjoy taking you out.  She aimed a punch at Maxs head, which Max easily sidestepped.  Another punch aimed at her throat was just as easily avoided.  Lionne then stepped back and whirled into a roundhouse kick.  Max neatly caught her foot and, with a flick of her wrists, sent her sprawling on the floor.

Are you sure about not needing that gun? Max asked tauntingly.  Maybe I should let you have it back, cause youre not doing so hot without it.

With a snarl, Lionne leaped up and lunged at Max, her hands outstretched like claws.  Max again sidestepped her, grabbed her by the collar as she passed, whipped her around and smashed her against a wall.  Lionne slid down the wall and crumpled in a heap on the floor.

Max looked down at the unconscious woman.  I guess your mother never told you that a lady doesnt lose her temper, either, Max commented.

Unused Hotel Conference Room

Max? Whats happening? I heard a struggle... Logan spoke anxiously into his lapel.

Terese Lionne wont be bothering us for a while.

Logan, whats her status? Zack asked as he moved forward toward Logan.

She crossed paths with Lionne, and took her out, Logan said.

Zack spoke into Logans lapel.  Where are you, Max?

Logan listened to her voice in his ear, and relayed her answer.  She says shes in the corridor marked 315  325.

Ill go meet up with her, and help her retrieve the hard drive, Zack said as he walked away.

Lydecker turned toward Logan.  That leaves us to go after Jupkin and the diskettes.

Logan nodded in agreement.

Hotel Auditorium

The auctioneer stalled for a few moments, keeping his eyes on the people in front of him for another bid.  He called out to the audience, I have a bid of 600 from Number Ten on lot 50.  Do I have 650?  His eyes looked around the room.  Will anyone give me $650,000?

A woman wearing a gray suit raised her paddle.  Seeing her, the auctioneer motioned his gavel toward her with a smile.  Six hundred fifty to Number Seven.  Do I hear anyone else?  Anyone for 700?

While he waited for several of the bidders to finish conferring with their employers on cell phones, he gave a signal to his assistants to bring the next item.

As three of his men left the room, another bidder increased the bid by raising his paddle.  Quickly, the auctioneer responded, Thank you.  Thats 700.  Do I hear a 750?  This is a valuable item, ladies and gentlemen...

Hotel Hallway

Zack quickly walked down several corridors, looking at the numbers on the doors and the signs on the walls at each intersection.  He found the corridor that was marked with the numbers Logan had given him, and turned down it just in time to spot Max dragging the unconscious Terese Lionne into a storeroom.  By the time he entered the room, Max had already found a laundry bin tucked into a corner, and was hoisting Lionnes limp form over the rim.

I thought you might need a hand getting the hard drive, Zack commented as he walked up to her.

Max looked at him and smiled as Lionne landed in the bottom of the bin with a thump.  Im always willing to accept a helping hand from a brother.  Her eyes began to drift downward, taking in his body.  She forced herself to look up at his face.  I know where the hard drive is and I can get it out through the window, but theres a guard inside the room.  I could use a distraction to draw him out.

Theres no time for that, Zack disagreed.  The hard drive is going up on the auction block any minute now.

Then I guess were just going to have to go in through the front door, Max said.  I was getting tired of crawling around on ledges, anyway.

As they left the storeroom, Max found herself lagging behind and admiring Zacks ass, until he turned around.  Cmon, Max, which way do we go?

Right...its this way, she said as she walked past him, and resolutely did not look back.

They quickly went down several corridors and stopped just before rounding the last corner.  Max gestured at Zack with several hand signals, indicating how many guards there were and what her plan was.  He nodded.  She mussed up her hair, pulling several strands out of the ponytail, and undid a few more buttons on her blouse.  She then stepped around the corner and sauntered toward the guards, weaving back and forth slightly.

One of the guards immediately stepped forward and blocked her way.  Im sorry, miss, but Im going to have to ask you to turn around.  This area is closed off.  He then took a closer look at her.  Hey, werent you here earlier looking for the ladies room?

Max ran admiring eyes down the length of his muscular body.  Yeah, but Im not looking for the ladies room now.  Im looking for a party.  Do you know where I can find one? she asked suggestively.  She stumbled and fell against him.  Mmmmm, she murmured as she ran her hands up his chest.  I want some of this.

The guard tried to push her away.  Im sorry, miss, but Im on duty and I think youve had too much to drink.  Youre going to have to leave now.

Youre no fun, Max pouted, but then she gave him a predatory look.  I bet I can change your mind.  She grabbed a hold of his head and pulled him in for a kiss, pressing her body against his.

The other guards behind him began to whistle and cheer him on.  Way to go, Dave!  Give her a good one for us!  At first he struggled with Max, still trying to push her away, but then he pulled her closer, running his hands over her body.

Suddenly, she sagged in his arms, her head lolling back.  He caught her under the arms and muttered under his breath in disgust, Why do they always pass out just as things are getting good?  He tried to lift her up, but she was completely limp and was starting to slip out of his grip.  Somebody give me a hand here! he called to the others.

The guard inside the merchandise room came out.  Whats going on out here?

Some stupid broad got drunk and came here looking for a party, Dave answered as he struggled with Maxs sagging body.  Now shes passed out.  Grab hold of her legs, will you, Marty?  Well get her into one of the rooms and dump her on the bed.

And then what? Marty asked as he went over to Maxs legs and hoisted them up.

The two of them began carrying her to the nearest room.  She said she wanted a party.  Who said she had to be awake for it? Dave answered with a grin.

Marty shot Dave a look of contempt.  Thats sick, Dave.  I think we should just leave her on the bed and let her sleep it off.

One of the other guards joined them.  I think we should report this to security.

We are security, Jack, a fourth guard quipped.

Jack gave him a withering glare.  Hotel security, not us, you idiot.  We just work for Timms.

Yet another guard joined them and glanced down worriedly at Max.  She could be sick.  Maybe we should call for some medical help.

Marty looked up in annoyance as he adjusted his grip on Maxs legs.  For cryin out loud, shes only drunk.

Half of the ten men in the hallway now surrounded Max, all of them arguing about what to do with her.  The other half remained at their posts, but were distracted by what was happening with Max.  It was at that moment that Zack came around the corner in a blur of speed and attacked them.  Two of them he grabbed by the collars, and smashed their heads against the nearest wall.  A third tried to punch him, but he neatly caught the mans fist in his hand and brought his elbow down on his arm, breaking it.  The man fell to the floor, screaming in pain, a scream that abruptly ended when Zack knocked him out with a punch.

It was then that Max stiffened and kicked out, striking Marty in the head.  She then grabbed Daves lapels and flipped backward over his head, yanking him down as she landed and smashing his head against the floor.  While she was still crouched down, she swung out her right leg and swept another guard off his feet.  He landed on his back with the breath knocked out of him.  Before he could recover, she elbowed him in the face.

There were now only four guards left standing, but the element of surprise was now gone and they were starting to draw their weapons.  With one kick, Zack disarmed one of them.  Another kick to the stomach sent the man crashing into the wall, where he slid down and fell in a crumpled heap on the floor.  Another guard took aim at Max.  She leapt up from her crouch, grabbed him by the hand and wrenched the gun out of his grip.  She then twisted his arm behind his back and held him in front of her, so that he was between her and the remaining guards.  One of them raised his weapon at her, but found his aim blocked by the man she was holding in front of her like a shield.

Careful, Max taunted, you wouldnt want to shoot your friend here.  Itd be a shame to waste such a fine ass.

The last guard began shooting at Zack, who easily avoided the shots as he ran in a blur of speed toward him.  In the blink of an eye, Zack had him by the throat with one hand, while he disarmed him with the other.

At that moment, the three men that the auctioneer had sent for the hard drive came around the corner.  Having heard the sounds of fighting, they already had their weapons drawn.

Max! Zack yelled.

One of the newcomers had his gun pointed at Max.  She turned her head to look, just in time to see him pull the trigger.

Another Hallway

As Logan and Lydecker came to an intersection in the hallways, Lydecker said, Well cover more ground if we split up, and walked away in one direction without waiting for Logan to agree.

Right, Logan muttered to Lydeckers retreating back, and turned and walked away in the opposite direction.

As he rounded the corner at the end of the hallway, he bumped into a man coming in the other direction.  Im sorry, they both said.  Then the man looked down at Logans shoes.  When he looked up, there was barely contained fury in his eyes.  Logan had just a split second to recognize Gregor Jupkin before Jupkins fist came up and smashed him in the jaw.

Thats for locking me up with that ice queen! Jupkin snarled.

Logan staggered backward, and then Jupkin had him up by the lapels.  Logan glared at him.  Thats the second time today that someones wrinkled my suit.  Im getting kinda tired of it.

Not half as tired as I was listening to that bitch whine, Jupkin spat.  He spun Logan around and pushed him back the way he had come.  Were going to find someplace private where we can have a nice long chat about what you hoped to gain by taking my place.

Logan glanced back at Jupkin.  And if Im not in the mood to talk? he asked apprehensively.

Jupkin nudged the back of Logans head with the gun and said, Oh, I think youll find me a most engrossing conversationalist.  He gave Logan a shove.  Keep walking and keep your hands where I can see them, he ordered.  As Logan walked ahead of him with his hands held up, Jupkin looked down curiously.  By the way, what is that contraption youre wearing? he asked.

Logan hesitated a moment, and then answered warily, The contraption is called an exoskeleton.

Really?  What does it do?  Be honest now.  Jupkins voice was casual, but had an edge of menace to it.

Reluctantly, Logan answered, It enhances speed and strength in the legs.

Interesting.  Jupkin continued conversationally.  When our chat is over, I think Ill take it off your hands, or perhaps I should say legs.  Im afraid you wont be needing it after Im done with you, he said with mock regret. 

Logan stopped walking and glanced back sharply at Jupkin.  I wouldnt recommend taking it, he warned.  It can be somewhat temperamental.

Oh, I have no interest in using it, my friend, Jupkin sneered.  Its worth much more to take it apart and see what makes it tick.  I have a room full of very clever men who would love to reverse-engineer it.  When he noticed that Logan had stopped walking, he gave him another shove forward, harder this time.  I said keep moving! he ordered.

Logan took a few steps forward, but then his right leg began to twitch, and he stumbled and fell to his knees.

Whats wrong? Jupkin asked suspiciously.

Its the exoskeleton, Logan grimaced.  I told you its temperamental.  Its always shorting out on me.

Get up! Jupkin demanded.

I cant, Logan protested.  Im a paraplegic.  Without the exoskeleton, I cant stand or walk.

You expect me to believe that? Jupkin asked derisively.

Look, Im telling you the truth.  Logans leg began to shake again and he fell forward onto his hands.  I was shot in the back three years ago.  You can look at the scars on my back if you dont believe me.

Jupkin grabbed a handful of the back of Logans jacket and shirt and jerked it upward, revealing the scars on his back.

Oh, for the love of... Jupkin muttered in frustration.  He hooked his hands under Logans arms and started to hoist him up, the gun still in his right hand.  Logan grabbed hold of the gun, and soon they were both rolling on the floor, struggling for possession of it.  Logan was on top first and managed to smash Jupkins hand against the floor several times until he dropped the gun.  Then Jupkin rolled both of them until he was on top and started smashing Logans head against the floor.  Logan then somehow managed to tuck his legs up between them and gave Jupkin a tremendous shove in the gut with his feet, sending him flying down the hallway.  The gun was just a few feet to the right of Logans head and he lunged for it.  They both got up off the floor, Jupkin looking warily at Logan, who was now pointing the gun at him.

So you lied about being paralyzed? Jupkin accused.

Oh, I was telling you the truth about that, Logan answered.  But I may have exaggerated a little about how temperamental the exoskeleton is.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a gun being fired with a silencer, and Jupkin crumpled to the floor.  Lydecker stepped around the corner, tucking his gun back into its holster.

You didnt have to kill him, Logan protested.  I had the situation under control.

Lydecker stooped over Jupkins body and began searching through his pockets.  Im sure you did, he said condescendingly, and Im sure you would have eventually found a nice place to tie up and gag our friend here, but we dont have time for niceties.  He pulled a diskette wallet out of Jupkins inner jacket pocket and held it up.  Ah, I believe this is what were looking for.  He looked up at Logan.  Now we can stand around and debate my methods, but I believe we still have a CDC hard drive to retrieve.

Logan glared at him.  Fine, but one of these days were going to have another talk about what I think of your methods.  He stalked off angrily down the hall.

Lydecker got up and started to put the diskette wallet in his pocket, but then he paused and opened it.  The wallet had four sleeves.  Two of them held diskettes labeled Manticore Project Data Files.  The other two were empty, but impressions left in the soft plastic indicated that they had recently been occupied.  For a moment he looked worriedly at the empty sleeves, but then he closed the wallet, tucked it into his pocket and followed Logan down the hallway.

Previous Hallway

Zack twisted the neck of the man he was holding, breaking it with a sickening crack, and tossed the body at the men the auctioneer had sent to get the hard drive.  The men dodged the body that came flying at them, but the man who was shooting at Max lost his aim, and the bullet went high into the ceiling.

Max rushed at the last of the original guards, pushing the man she was holding ahead of her, and cracked their heads together.  Before they even had time to fall to the floor, she turned and was running up against the wall toward the newcomers.  They barely had time to be amazed at the feat when she whipped around behind them in midair and knocked one of them out with a solid kick to the head.

Zack rushed at the last two men, leapt into the air and jackknifed his legs forward, smashing his feet into the chests of both.  He and Max both landed on their feet in a crouch.  As they got up, they surveyed the damage around them.  All of the guards were either unconscious or dead.

Max flashed Zack an exhilarated grin.  Now thats what I call coming in through the front door.

Zack rolled his eyes up, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.  Cmon, lets get this hard drive of yours.  As he strode toward her, his jacket gapped open, revealing the butt of his gun in its shoulder holster.

Max looked at it with a raised eyebrow.  You had your gun the whole time and you didnt use it?

Are you kidding?  It was now Zacks turn to grin, and Max felt her pulse speeding up as she watched him.  Up til now this missions been nothing but recon.  This is the most fun Ive had all week.

As he passed by her on his way into the merchandise room, she caught his scent, a scent that was unmistakably male.  With his back turned to her, he didnt see her hand unconsciously reaching for him as she followed him into the room.  He looked around at the remaining merchandise lined up on the tables, and saw that there was more than one hard drive.  Which one is it, Max?

Suddenly, Max grabbed him from behind, spun him around and pulled him into a crushing kiss.  His eyes widened in shock as he struggled to push her away.  When he finally managed to get her at arms length, his nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent.

Max, youre in heat!

No kidding! she practically growled as she reached for him again.

Max, we cant...not now!  Fight it!  She managed to grab hold of his jacket and started pulling herself closer to him.  He was shaking his head and blinking, as if disoriented.

I dont want to fight it, she purred.  He had stopped pushing her away and she was now pressing herself against him, licking his neck.  I want to...I need to...please...  There was desperation in her voice.

She licked her way along his jaw line to his mouth and kissed him again.  For a moment, he continued to struggle weakly against her, but then he relaxed and opened his mouth for her, his hands coming up her back as he pulled her closer.  She began moving them toward a table while she tugged at his clothes.  They bumped into the table and fell across it, knocking the computer components that were carefully laid out on it onto the floor.  The ensuing loud crash seemed to bring Zack to his senses.  He sat up.  Max, wait!  What about Logan?

She had managed to get his jacket off and was now trying to tug his T-shirt up.  She hesitated a moment at the mention of Logans name, but then continued trying to undress Zack, not looking up at his face.

Zack saw the hesitation and seemed to come to a decision.  Max, stop.  Look at me.  Her hands stopped, but she didnt look up at him.  He brought his hands up to her face and forced her head up.  Look at me!  When her eyes finally came up to meet his, he could see the anguish in them.  Is this really what you want? he asked.

Slowly, she shook her head.  Im sorry, she whispered, a tear slid down her cheek.

He gently wiped the tear away.  Dont be.

At that moment, Logan came rushing into the room with Lydecker behind him.  Max, we have the disk...  He stopped in his tracks as he saw the two of them holding each other and Zacks state of partial undress.

Logan!  Maxs voice came out in almost a squeak of panic.  Its not what it looks like...nothing happened...we didnt...I didnt... She stuttered to a halt and just looked at him, pleading for understanding with her eyes.

For a moment, Logan just stood there and glared at both of them, his jaw clenching and unclenching.  Finally he took a deep breath.  Grab the hard drive, he ordered tersely, and lets get out of here.  He turned and walked out the door.

Max quickly found the right hard drive, while Zack pulled his jacket back on.  They followed Logan and Lydecker out of the room, down the hallway and into the nearest stairwell.  When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they found an exterior door.  Lydecker took the lead and cautiously opened the door to peer out, his gun at the ready.  Its clear, he reported with relief.  Our van is just around the corner, he said over his shoulder as he walked out.  This way.

As they followed him down the back alleyway, Logan pulled out his cell phone and speed-dialed a number.  Matt, he spoke into it, were out.  Its a go.  They found the van, piled into it and sped away.

Seattle Street

Max sat in the front passenger seat of the van, hands firmly tucked under her thighs.  She kept her eyes resolutely looking out the front windshield, trying to ignore the fact that it was beginning to fog up.

Lydecker cast a sidelong glance at her and laughed softly.  She glared at him and snapped, This isnt funny!

At the back of the van, Logan and Zack looked at each other.  You know nothing happened, right? Zack asked quietly.

Logan nodded once, but Zack continued, The heat was riding her pretty hard, but she got it under control.

Logan nodded again, and looked over at Max, trembling on the seat in front of him.  I know, he said softly.

Logans Apartment Building, Garage

Lydecker drove the van into the garage and parked it by the elevators.  Max, Logan and Zack climbed out.  As Logan reached back inside to lift out the hard drive, Lydecker looked back at him and asked, Are you sure I cant convince you that it would be safer with me?

Logan tucked the hard drive under his arm, closed the van door and walked over to the driver-side door.  Nice try, Lydecker, but we need to find out whats been done to it, and Im better equipped to figure that out.  He walked around the van to where Max stood.

Can you give me a minute? she asked him.

He gave her an understanding look.  Sure.  Ill be waiting by the elevators.

Max turned to Zack.  Thanks for...you know...not taking advantage back there.  You could have, you know.

Zack gently brushed some of her hair away from her face.  Ill always care about you, Max, but you love Logan.  I know that now; I accept that.  You would have hated yourself if something happened, and I couldnt live with that.  He stepped back and climbed into the front passenger seat.  Lydecker put the van into gear and turned it around.

Take care, bro! she called out to him as they drove off.  A smile and a wave were the only indications that he heard her as the van exited the garage.

Max then turned and walked toward the elevators, where Logan was waiting for her.  He was pressing the up button as she came up beside him.  For a moment, she shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  Um, Logan, what you saw back there, it was just the heat.  You know that, dont you?

Its okay, Max.  Zack told me what happened, or rather what didnt ha  

But it almost did, she interrupted him.  You dont understand.  If Zack hadnt stopped me, you would have walked in on us doing the dirty.  She looked at the floor, the wall, the ceiling, anywhere except him.

He coughed and, after several uncomfortable moments, asked, So, how did he stop you?

She sighed.  He asked me if it was what I really wanted, and I said no, but it was so hard.  Youve no idea how hard.



He turned and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him.  Max, you still made a choice.  You didnt just let the heat control you.  Lifes too short to beat yourself up over the things that almost happen.  Just accept the way things played out and move on.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.  So says the king of guilt.  Have you ever tried taking your own advice?

Well, uh...

A soft ding signaled the arrival of the elevator.  Logan looked up with relief as the elevator doors opened.  They both stepped inside.  He barely had time to press the button for the penthouse when Max suddenly pushed him up against a wall.

She grinned at him wickedly.  If Im not going to beat myself up with guilt, then I think you owe me a quickie.

He gave her an answering grin.  Max, Im beginning to think that small, enclosed spaces turn you on.

Stop talking, Logan.

She leaned into him and they kissed.  As the kiss deepened, his hand slid up her back, pulling her closer to him.  The elevator stopped and the door slid open, but they were both too oblivious to notice.

END OF ACT IV

EPILOGUE

The Penthouse  11:00 PM

From the KACT Channel 11 News Desk, Seattles number-one station for news...

The penthouse was bathed in pale, flickering light and shifting shadows as the television set across from Logans computer array stood unwatched and alone in an otherwise dark room.

Our top story tonight  Seattle police broke up a major criminal supply ring at the Hotel Vandermeer this afternoon, earning the Department commendations for a major disruption in the supply train of stolen technology on the international black market...

The voiceover echoed down the hall into the bedroom, where the light from another small screen cast its light across the floor, revealing clothing tossed carelessly in piles, shoes scattered at random...the exoskeleton cast aside and forgotten.  The ghostly light flickered over two forms lying on the bed, their entwined limbs moving under the sheets and comforter.

Seattles own managed to close down a ring, the FBI announced today.  Traced to a federal marshal posted with the FBI office in Washington, information leaked from the FBI to the ring enabled them to elude federal authorities for more than eighteen months...

Voices came and went from the covers, mostly in sounds, not words: a murmur...a purr...

In a statement released shortly after the suspects were taken into custody, Special Agent Eric Westerlin of the FBIs Seattle office said that the assistance of the Seattle police was instrumental in tracking down and plugging the leak.

Logan...  A low moan arose from the foot of the bed to compete with the earnest voice of the newscaster.  One of the forms shifted up and across the other, twining around it.  Oh...Logan, like this...here... The bedcovers shifted again as she flipped them both around.

Then came a deeper groan.  Oh, God, Max... Breath quickened and deepened.  Another shift and the masculine voice spoke again, this time in soft apology.  Im sorry, but I dont think...  The regret was clear; he broke off, panting slightly, If I cant feel this, I...  She shifted again, immediately breaking off his words.  Suddenly his voice changed again, the original sound back.  Ah...  His breath was sucked in, and expelled in a laugh.  My God...  The voice was reedy now.

Feel that, then?  Maxs voice was husky and low.  Here, Logan...right here, and... Her own groan continued where words failed.  

But a sting operation by Seattle police closed down the operation today, as the organizers and their illegal wares were swept into the PDs net.  FBI director Freeman Powers has already called with his commendation, and there is a rumor that the Vice President is scheduled to telephone within the hour.  Barbara Nash talks to the officer in charge, Detective Matt Sung...

Simultaneously, two faces turned toward the television screen to look at Matts familiar face, amid beaming superiors and flashing light bulbs.  Logans rich chuckle rolled across the soft, downy comforter.  Looks like everyones jumping on the Seattle PD bandwagon, so it wont look as if the Feds were caught with their pants down? he said smugly.

Yeah, yeah, good for Matt and the Seattle PD, Max said as she reached across him to pick up the television remote control from the night table.  With a click of a button, the image of Matt fielding questions from the assembled reporters winked out.  As she tossed the remote control back onto the night table, an impish grin spread across her face.  But speaking of someones pants being down...  She ducked under the covers and slowly began kissing her way down his chest.

Logan stared up at the ceiling, his hands clenching in the sheets, and then, with a gasp, his eyes widened.  Oh...my...God.

Seattle Street

As the rain fell down in a steady drizzle, Bill, the bellhop from the hotel, huddled under the meager shelter provided by a public phone booth.  He slipped a quarter into the slot, punched in a long series of numbers and waited for someone to answer.  Before long, someone picked up on the other end of the line.

Report, a distorted voice commanded.

Bill coughed nervously.  Uh, yeah, about the hard drive, it was stolen before it went up on the auction block.  The guards had a dust-up with the thieves, so they can probably give us a description, but most of them are in jail now.  Well have to wait until they make bail before...

Thats unimportant.  The voice cut him off.  The hard drive is used merchandise.  Ive already made a copy of it.  How its offloaded and where it disappears to now is of little importance, as long as it cant be traced back to me...although its a pity I wont be reimbursed for what I paid for it.  Right now Im more interested in the acquisition of information.  Tell me about your other transaction.  Did our friend deliver?

Bill pulled two diskette envelopes out of his jacket pocket, slid one of the diskettes out and held it up to the light.  It was identical to the ones that Lydecker had taken from Gregor Jupkin.  Yeah, he did.  As promised.

END OF EPISODE 4.03

