His Fight -- Chapter 2

Disclaimer:  The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Max, Alec, Logan, etc.), and everything else that has to do with the show belong to their respective owners, not to me.  No money is being made off of this fic.  I only own the original characters (Brenda/X5-008, etc.).

I sat on the couch in my living room, going over some plans for a robbery that I was planning on making that night.  Hey, another night, another dollar.  This was going to be a great heist.  The two paintings that were going on exhibition at the museum were worth millions.  I had a fence all lined up and ready to go.  All I needed to do was swipe the paintings tonight and then by this time tommorrow, I would be twenty-five million dollars richer.  Well, Terminal City would be about twenty-five million dollars richer.  I would only keep a small cut for myself.  Yes, a cut that was actually small.  I'd promised Max that I wouldn't keep more than five hundred grand of the money that I would get from fencing the paintings.  I honestly wasn't going to keep more than that anyway, but Max was in one of her moods when I was going over the details of the heist.  I have no idea why, since she and Logan were on better terms since she had told him that she and I weren't really dating.  Oh, well.  I'll never understand women.

I heard a knock at my door and I got up and answered it.  "Max, Brenda, come on in.  To what do I owe the pleasure of two ladies as beautiful as you guys?"

"The heist, remember?" Max said.

"I wish I knew what had gotten into her," I muttered.

Brenda, one of my old unit mates, raised an eyebrow.  "Don't ask me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," I said.  I gestured to where the plans lay on the coffee table.  "There they are.  I think we're all set.  Entry and exit are covered, we've got a great route to the room through the air ducts with only minimal laser guarding of some of the vents, I think this could easily be a piece of cake."

"Could easily?" Brenda asked.  She looked amused.

"Yes, could," I said.  "I think I've learned my lesson about saying just 'will easily'."

"Oh?  What ever happened to Mr. Cocky?" Max snapped.

Holy hell, what happened to her mood?  "I don't know, sweetheart.  Do you have any ideas?" I said.

"Okay, it sounds like we're good to go," Brenda said quickly.  I guess she didn't want to have to stop Max and me from beating the crap out of each other.

I nodded.  "What time should we meet in the control room to head out?" I asked.

"One o'clock sounds good," Max said.  She sounded a little calmer.  "If we leave then, we should reach the museum by one-thirty at the latest.  That should give us plenty of time to get what we need."

"I think we've got ourselves a plan," I said.

"Great," Brenda said.  "Do you've got anything in your 'fridge?  I'm thirsty."

"Help yourself," I said.  Brenda went into my kitchen, leaving Max and me alone in my living room.  I shrugged.  "What has been up with you, Max?  Seriously.  Ever since you called Logan the morning after you beat the Familiars, you haven't been in the greatest of moods."

"None of your business," Max said angrily.

I raised an eyebrow.  "Geez, Max, I was concerned.  The last time that I checked, I thought that we were friends."

Max shrugged.  "Yeah, we are.  I don't know why I've been in such a lousy mood for the past few days.  Maybe things are catching up with me.  I have no idea."

"Look, Max, are you sure--"  A cell phone rang and interrupted me.  Max took out hers and looked at the caller I.D.

"I'm sorry, it's Logan," she said.  "I'll see you later tonight."  She left my apartment.  I sighed in frustration and sat back down on the couch.

"What's going on?" Brenda asked.

"I don't know," I said.  "I was going to ask Max if she really was okay because this bitchiness is abnormal even for her and then Logan calls for only the fourth or fifth time in the past three days."

"Are you jealous?" Brenda asked.

"I am annoyed because he interrupted a conversation," I said.  "Is that what you meant?"

Brenda looked exasperated.  "No, you fucking idiot.  Are you jealous of Logan?"

"Why should I be?" I said.  "His family money is gone, he's annoying as hell, and he's not even living in that penthouse anymore so I can't occasionally go over with Max to mooch off of him.  I'm not jealous of him."

"Oh my God, you're so fucking dense!" Brenda said.  She shook her head and headed towards the door.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Brenda looked thoughtful for a few moments before she shook her head.  "You can figure it out.  I'll see you later, Alec."

"See you later, Brenda," I said.  I waited for her to leave before I took the plans and carefully put them away in my bedroom and then I went back into my living room and sat back down on the couch and turned on the TV, but I couldn't help feeling a little distracted.  What had Brenda meant by me being jealous of Logan?  It wasn't like he had anything that I could fence anymore.  I shrugged.  Maybe I'll figure that one out later or maybe I won't.  Brenda could and did confuse the hell out of me sometimes back at Manticore before it burned down.  I focused back on the TV.  Yeah, I'll work on that one later.

TBC