Logan dialed Max's cell, making himslef a glass of water.
Max heard her phone ringing and raced to her bag to answer it.
"Yeah?" she said breathlessly.
Her voice at last. Logan's heart was racing and he could barely speak. She was still alive, that was a plus.
"Hello?" Max asked, irritated that whoever had called her wasn't speaking.
"Where are you?" Logan inquired, looking around the house.
Logan. His voice almost made Max want to cry. She'd missed him more than she usually did when they were apart.
"I'm," she cleared her throat, "I'm at home." Lying didn't come easy to Max when it involved Logan.
Logan remained calm, because even though he knew she was lying he couldn't blow his cover. She had to suffer a little.
"Really?" Logan said. "What room?"
"I'm sitting on the couch, reading," she told him. Logan wanted to laugh.
"That's amazing," Logan said. "Cause I'm sitting on our couach as well, and you're nowhere to be found.
Max slapped her forehead, letting out a whispered curse.
"So, now tell me where you really are," Logan demanded calmly.
"Philidelphia,"Max stated. "Logan, please don't be angry. They need my help."
"Max, you're not invincible," Logan said. "If you think being pregnant doesn't change anything you're wrong." Max bit her lip, then laughed nervously.
"I'm fine, nothing's going to happen to me." And with that she hung up her phone and fought back tears.
Her phone was off and Logan was pissed. Grabbing his still packed bags, he dialed a pilot he knew well and arranged a flight to Philly.
Max strolled around downtown Philidelphia, her hands in her coat pocket. It was early evening, and in a couple hours "Phase Two" of the mission would commence.
Max knew Logan would come here and try to save her. She wasn't angry, it was her own fault, knowing how much Logan cared for her.