Max does some digging

Max watched the dimly lit house from a block away. Standing perfectly still, straddling her bike she waited and thought of what Logan had said last night.

"We'll just lay low until this blows over."

The words were still fresh in her mind, the way he had said them in such a carefree manner. As if he didn't care there was a taskforce hunting him down. They had his god damn picture and he thought it would just blow over.

They needed more information and if he wasn't willing or able to get it she would. There was too much on the line to sit and wait.

Max approached the dimly lit house slowly making sure to make not a single sound and peered through one of the windows. There was little inside, a dull glow from an unseen TV softly illuminated one side of the small house. There was no movement or sounds.

Gently, with practiced precision of someone who had done this a hundred times before Max pried to the window open and slide inside the room.

Soundlessly she stalked through the small rooms, mentally taking inventory of each item and possible exit before moving towards the light of the TV.

There he was, Bill Jessip, passed out on his coach, the TV playing some infomercial in front of him. Her heart pounded as she remembered how she had sucked him off the night before, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was the first link between her and the taskforce trying to bring Eyes Only down. He had information, and she was going to do anything to get it.