Chance meets Logan

"Mr. Rampert it is a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine Mr....?"

"Locklear. But, please, call me Matthew." Chance smoothly replied, while giving Logan a firm handshake.

*Logan, this human is lying.* Fracture mentally hissed.

Logan couldn't help but widen his eyes, despite his best intentions to keep a straight face.

(Can you turn him?)

*His will is strong. It will take time and much energy.*

(Fuck, I haven't eaten since before sparring.)

"Well Matthew, I'm certain that there is much we need to discuss. Would you care to go somewhere more private?"

"That won't be necessary Mr. Rampert." Chance coolly replied. "Your lovely wife already provided the required documents and one of your employees was very.... enthusiastic. I am afraid I will have to get back to the office to finish up my report to be able to submit it on time."

"At least come to the office to share a drink." Logan pressed.

"Perhaps when I return to brief you and your wife on the audit we can share a drink." Chance offered. He knew that something had tipped Logan off. The demeanor of the conversation had shifted from friendly business to barely concealed distrust and Chance needed to get away from this situation fast.

"Have it your way Matthew." Logan conceded and warmly clapped Chance on the shoulder as he led his visitor towards the exit. "Come and see us as soon as you have some news."

"Yes sir, you will see me as soon as we have everything sorted out." Chance promised as he started out the door. Chance had a stray thought as he left, *Maybe I should stay.* (No it's too dangerous.) *They seem like decent people.*

Chance stopped and quickly shook his head with a frown. He very rarely second guessed himself and the foreign thoughts caused him concern. He needed distance and decontamination.

Logan watched the retreating figure disappear in a non descript gray sedan. (What do you know Fracture?) *He is remarkably disciplined.* (Anything else?) *No he was able to resist my intrusions. He is too far and we are too weak to influence him now.*

"How long has that guy been here?" Logan asked his wife.

"40 minutes or so. He showed up not too long after you went to go work out."

"What all did he say to you?"

"That he was here from the IRS to do an audit since we just got our first business. Said it was normal procedure for first time owners."

"Anything else, Chels?"

"Not really, he had me make a copy of some of the paperwork from the bank. I got his ID number and verified that he actually worked for the IRS before I gave him anything though."

"And everything he said checked out?"

"Yeah, why?" Chelsea asked, confused by the whole situation.

"No reason. I guess just the fact that the IRS would send someone here weirded me out a little bit." Logan wasn't ready to divulge his alien super-powered back pack just yet. "He talk to anyone else while he was here?"

"Yeah he got a couple dances from Kristin." Chelsea informed.

"Ok, do you mind bringing her to the office? I'd like to know what she thinks about him."

Chelsea smiled. "Not at all, I'm sure she got something out of him. That bitch has quite the mouth on her."