Title: Search
By:
Lynni
Rating:
PG for swearing (I guess that's the reason she's "dark"
angel)
Spoilers: unknown
Summary: Logan found
another link to Max's past...
Disclaimer: Max,
Logan, Dark Angel are James Cs. Madrigal, Cole, Zoe, Mackenzie and Robert
Orantio are characters of my weird little mind.
Oh,
and CIA codes spell out sensitive names with first letters. (Marylin Amanda
Xallans Monet On
Mainstreet=
Maxs Mom)
Logan
noticed the little flashing red button on his computer. It was 1:34 a.m. and
it wasnt unsual for
his
sources to call. Anyone tracing them was les likely to do so now. He picked up
the reciever and put
the
scrambler on it. "Hello, Janson & DiFiore Advertising, Andrew Clark
speaking." (Note: Hes gotta
have
a cover story) "Hey Andrew, its Herold." Robert Orantio, Los
Angeles, California; his
computer
trace read. "Party at Marylin Amanda Xallans Monet On Mainstreet. Better
be there. I
found
a date for your buddy. You know where to meet me. 5:00 p.m. tomorrow, bring
your girlfriend,"
drawled
the voice on the other end. "Will do. I owe you." Logan hung up.
Then he picked up the line
again.
Rinnnng.
Maxs
apartment
Rinnnng.
Damn phone, Max thought. It hadnt woken her because she didnt sleep, but her
neighbors
would
complain. "Listen buddy, its 1 in the morning. Gimme one good reason why
I shouldnt hang
up,"
she snarled. "Max, its Logan. Get dressed and get to my place. We found
her." The line went
dead.
Highway
in Oregon
"So
why are we driving to L.A. again? How the hell do you even know this guy is
legit? Logan?" Max
looked
at him in the passenger seat. Then she realized he was asleep. She sighed,
then swerved the car
so
Logan woke with a start. "What the" he looked at her accusingly.
"There was a deer in the road."
she
said sweetly. Logan stretched. "Ugh. How long have I been asleep?"
"Last time I saw you
concious
was at the gas station in Salem." She made a face. "Its no fun to
drive a beat-up old car a
100
miles to find out if someone has the right person, or a is just jerking you,
without anyone to talk
to."
Logan smirked. "When did you get so big on companionship?" Since I
saved yourass from that
sniper,she
thought. "And dont worry. This guy hasnt failed me yet. Hes the one who
helped me find
those
files on Zack." Max snorted. "Hell of lot of good those did."
"Im truly sorry we couldnt find
him,
Max. You know Im trying to find them." She looked at him for a second,
and Logan would have
sworn
her eyes were filled with sorrow for a moment. "I m just worried about
meeting my moth-" She
caught
herself.
The
warrior-mask fell once more. "About this being a trap. I saved your ass
from snipers once, and I
dont
wanna have to do it again." Shame shes so callous all the time, he
thought, her eyes are so
beautiful
"Theres our exit Hey, Logan! Wake up! Youre not falling asleep again, are
you?" she
demanded.
Logan shook himself. "No, I was just pitying any poor bastard who tries
to pass us"
Deficit
Café, Los Angeles, CA
"The
guy in the red baseball cap. Third booth from the left." Max reported.
Logan nodded. "Herold.
You
found our friend?" Logan asked casually. The man nodded curtly.
"Yeah. Heres the address.
Look
for the mailbox with Madris written on it." Max and Logan walked back to
the car.
129
Atlantic Drive, Nalri, CA
There
it was. A two-story brick cottage with trees and a garden and a doormat. Max
just sat, staring
at
the house, her breathing erratic. "Max? Are you having another
seizure?"Logan asken sharply. She
shook
her head. "Do you want me to go with you?" he asked much more
gently. Again no. Max got
out
of the car, and walked up the path. Childrens handprints were imbedded in the
concrete. She
didnt
stop to read the names.
Max
rang the doorbell. "Hello?" A woman in her early forties had
answered. Dark curly hair, huge
brown
eyes. "Are you Madrgial Guevara?" The woman nodded like she new what
was coming next. "I
think
Im your daughter."
Part
2
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