Frank

Frank's smile was wide and he made no effort to hide the lust from his face as he took in the vision of Max in nothing more than that blue towel. He had arrived just moments before and let himself in, Max's door requiring little more than a hard shove to break the lock. Max, dead in her tracks, stared back at him with a look that could kill.

“Why the hell are you here?” Max practically spat out the words. Her first instinct had been to attack, beat the man standing in front of her to a bloody pulp then maybe throw him out her window. But the training instilled from her childhood told her otherwise, she had no clue what he wanted, no clue if he had backup just waiting outside her door. Lydecker always said never to go in blind.

“Just checking up on my new girl.”

His girl? Maybe going in blind wasn't such a bad idea Max thought.

“That **** you took last night,” Frank continued, “it's strong stuff, you're probably feeling it right now, weakness, lightheartedness. You must be a wreck and the withdrawals are only going to get worse. With the ups comes the downs, ya'know?”

“What do you want?” Max repeated. “How do you even know where I live?”

“Sector pass was issued by Jam Pony Messengers. You're boss was more than willing to help out the Seattle PD over the phone.”

Max made a mental note to kill Normal.

“But that's not important, what's important is that you're special Max.” Frank stepped closer and Max's eyes narrowed at his choice of words. Had he found out about her past somehow, had he seen her barcode? “That **** makes most girls docile, maybe a little more agreeable, but with you, as soon as that needle broke your skin you went wild, you turned into wild little sexpot, like an animal in heat.”

“So what?” a disgusted Max asked. “You came by for a morning ride?”

Digging into his pocket Frank pulled out a small vile filled with the same liquid they had given to her last night. “The **** is highly addictive Max, you can' say you haven't felt right since you woke up this morning, like something is missing like you need something but you don't know what.”

He wasn't lying, Max had felt off ever since she had woken up, shaky, uneasy, she had hoped that the shower would of cleared her head but it had not. Jaw clenched she wondered if he really was telling the truth.

“It's simple really; I'm here to make you a deal. You give me something I want, or I can make your life a living hell.”