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"So what kind of drugs is that Zack guy on, anyway?" Xandra asked confusedly. "Why? What'd he do this time?" Max asked her. Xandra
glanced down at the bottom of her empty cup of hot chocolate. She never drank coffee. "Well, first he insisted that the complex that I live
in is too dangerous, and then proceeded to follow me all the way up the stairs to my apartment." She replied. Max sighed softly, taking
one last gulp of her coffee, "Zack has this strange obsession with being the leader and he thinks that it's his job alone to protect every
living one of us. That's what happens when you let someone become field commander in Manticore."


"Logan," Max yelled from the apartment door, after letting herself in of course, "you here?" "In here!" Logan's voice came from his office.
Where else? Max leaned up against the doorway to the office; she was followed closely by Xandra. "So you've been blowing up my pager
all morning, what's so important." Max asked, locking eyes with him. The two of them began to talk, but Xandra was too busy admiring the
apartment to notice. She wondered where Logan got the fortune he used to buy all of his technological equipment. 

"Okay," Max replied, Xandra didn't even know what the question had been, "I'll do it." It was about time they started heading back to Jam
Pony. It wasn't like Xandra missed it, she'd only had this job for about two days and she was already thinking about ways to rob Normal
of his voice, just so all the 'bip bip bip-ing' would stop. But she still had a few deliveries to make, and it was already five in the evening.
Not that she cared much, night was the best part of the entire day to her, and the fact that she never got tired made it even better. Sure,
she could sleep, but the only reason for that was to conserve as much energy as possible, and for that she only needed a few minutes of
the stuff. 


"So what is it that's goin on between you and Wheels?" Xandra asked, rolling her bike into the Jam Pony headquarters, if you could even
call them that. "What do you mean?" Max asked her, trying to avoid the subject. It was pretty obvious to Xandra that there was
something between them, but Max was clearly not going to admit it. Then again, why would she? The two had only met less than a week
ago. "I'm serious Max. You should see you two together! There's some weird type of electricity that connects you, it's pretty obvious, and
you're going to stand there and tell me that there's absolutely nothing goin on between you and Logan?" Max looked at Xandra, cocking
an eyebrow. "Yes." Max replied flatly. 

"So what's this work or whatever that you do for Logan, anyway?" Xandra asked her. "Work," Max began, "If there's anything important
going on with underground terrorists or Manticore, the most evil place on earth, I go in and kick some serious ass." Xandra nodded
understandingly, "Sounds like fun, where do I sign up?" She asked Max sarcastically. But to her, it did sound like fun. It was what she had
been built for, and Xandra was going to use that to the highest advantage. 

It was getting dark already. The girls threw their bikes down and turned in their backpacks and the horrendous jackets that Normal had
left over from when he had designed them before the deal with the foreign company that was going to buy Jam Pony fell through. Max
leaped gracefully onto her Ninja 350, and started it up. "Where ya goin?" Xandra asked her, as Max slid on and secured her helmet. She
thought that she heard her mumble something like, "work." But before Xandra's brain could register any of the rest of this, Max was gone.