His Fight -- Chapter 3

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.).

Notes:  Spoiler-ish stuff for “Art Attack.”

I watched Joshua fuss over the paintings that Max and Brenda and I brought back last night and sighed. I was happy that the big guy had also read up a lot on how to properly maintain and care for completed paintings of different types. I just know how to grab the things without getting caught. I don't know squat about cleaning dust of an oil painting or anything like that.

"When are we taking these to your contact and fencing them?" Max asked.

"Two days," I said. "He'll be back in Seattle then."

“These are definitely going to go a long way,” Max said. “Even when you and Brenda and I take our cuts.” She smiled. “Thanks for taking such a relatively small cut on these paintings.”

“It’s no problem,” I said.

Max smiled again and turned back to look at the paintings. “Logan would have a heart attack if he knew that we were going to fence these. I think these are those American masterpiece ones that he always has a fit about whenever they’re sold, especially to foreign buyers.”

“My contact isn’t foreign,” I said with a smirk, but inside I couldn’t help feeling annoyed. Logan could have as many fits as he wanted to, but we needed the money more than the paintings needed to stay in Seattle or even in the Unites States. Hey, maybe I should tell him. I’ll take a couple of pics of the paintings with my digital camera and then after I sell them to my contact and get the money back here to Terminal City, email Logan those pictures and tell him about the deal. He’s taking a break from Eyes Only so he probably won’t know about the heist. Then again, maybe he’s bored and needs something to poke his rich nose into.

Max looked at me and shook her head. “You moron.” Her cell phone rang and she looked at the caller I.D. “It’s Logan.” She answered it and this time she didn’t go off into a corner for privacy. “Logan, what’s up?”

“I just got a call from one of my contacts,” Logan said. “Max, do you know anything about a robbery that took place late last night at the museum downtown?”

I couldn’t help snorting. I knew that I could read Logan like a book. Max heard me snort and reached over with her free arm and smacked my upside the head. “You must be getting soft, Max, that was bordering on gentle.” She hit me harder. “Ah, that’s much better.”

“Sorry about that,” Max said. “That was just Alec being Alec.”

“Oh,” Logan said, but I could definitely pick up on the annoyance in his voice. “Do you know anything about the robbery?”

“Yes, I do,” Max said. “I was in on it. Alec and an old friend of his from his unit pulled it off. We need the money for Terminal City. Why?”

“Max, those are some of the last remaining great American works left in this country and those are only going to be in the country for six months until they’re returned to the museum that they’re being loaned from in Marseilles,” Logan said. “Remember when…”

Bless her heart, Max actually cut him off. “Logan, spare me the lecture. I have a photographic memory so I remember perfectly well that time. We need the money more than some museum here or some museum in France needs those paintings. You know how badly we need the money. If you can’t deal with it, then you can shut up. Got it?” I don’t know how I managed to keep myself from cheering at that.

“I’m sorry,” Logan apologized. He laughed a little. “It must be force of habit.”

“It’s okay,” Max said. “I know how you are. Speaking of which, you didn’t tell the contact that it could have been transgenics, did you?”

“No,” Logan said. “I won’t say a word about it being you and the other two.” I have a name, remember Logie?

“Thank you,” Max said. “I need to go. I’ll see you sometime later.”

“I’ll see you later,” Logan said. “Take care.”

“You too,” Max said. She disconnected and left the control room. I followed her.

“Logan almost have a temper tantrum about the heist?” I said.

Max rolled her eyes but she didn’t hit me. “Logan did not almost have a temper tantrum.”

“It sounded pretty close to one to me,” I said. I couldn’t help grinning. This was a blast. “’Max, those are some of the last remaining great American works…’” I was using a very-high pitched version of Logan’s voice and I couldn’t even finish because I started laughing. I didn’t stop laughing even when Max hit me again. “Max, that was funny!”

“Shut up,” Max said.

“Fine, if you insist,” I said. We were quiet for a few moments. “He really needs to get laid.” I grinned at the wide-eyed shock on Max’s face. “I just call them like I see them, Maxie.”

“You…you…asshole!” she finally managed to say.

“Hey, you look like you need some loosening up yourself,” I said. “Come on, White and his buddies are gone now. Let loose even if it’s only for one night. Go and get drunk. We’ve got a pretty decent collection here, you know. Do something fun.”

“How about I kick your ass?” Max threatened.

“You’re into rough and kinky? Believe it or not, I’m not into that kind of thing but I’m always up for trying something once,” I said.

“Fuck you,” Max said. She turned off and started walking in a different direction.

“I love you too, Maxie!” I yelled after her. I grinned and headed to my apartment. Now that is how you loosen up and have a good time.

TBC