Mystery Warehouse

Inside the folder there was a pile police reports, a map of Seattle's harbor and a single black and white photo.
As far as Max could tell it was nothing more than a poor photo of one of the many derelict warehouses that were littered all over Seattle. They were hundreds of them all over the town, long forgotten since the pulse. Why Logan would care about a simple warehouse Max had no idea.

Putting aside the photo Max quickly scanned the police reports. A string of robberies, suicides, and other crimes all unsolved. The collection of reports seemed to be almost random until she caught something in one of the notes, a single unarmed man taking down five armed guards to haul off over five hundred pounds of cash and jewelry by himself. More and more she looked she found more reports of superhuman strength and speed. As odd as it sounded Max couldn't help but think maybe there was some link to transgenics.

The map was dotted with red marks, each one corresponding to a report, each one leading back to the warehouse. From his jumbled notes Max couldn't see how he had linked them all to that warehouse but he had.

But still it seemed Logan had hit a dead end and had no clue what was going on inside that old run down building. It was probably the reason he hadn't bothered to bring it up with her yet. Hell, he was probably running down more leads and information right now.

What hard could come from checking it out Max thought, not like she was doing anything better with her time. Putting the folder down exactly how she had found it Max left the apartment. Happy she finally had something to do.