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see the piles of desks, rilling cabinets, and office chairs around them.
    Logan clicked his flashlight back on and led the way up the stairs to the first floor.
    Though the windows were all boarded, this floor was much cleaner than the basement, and

    a revelation compared to the other Medtronics building back in Terminal City.
    High-ceilinged, with a tile floor, the large room was separated by partitions into an office on the right, a living room in the center, and a kitchen and dining area to the left.
    Numerous monitors and a pile of computer equipment cluttered two desks in the office area, and miles of wire seemed to snake everywhere. There was also a video camera that would serve as the new Eyes Only link to the world. The living room was home to a large leather sofa, three chairs, and a coffee table. A giant area rug only slightly smaller than a city bus covered the floor. The kitchen had a big fridge, a huge oven, a microwave, and even a butcher block island in the middle, and a cozy dining area with room for six. Two doors at the far end of the room led to a bathroom and bedroom respectively.
    "Pretty cool," Max said, eyes wide, impressed.
    It reminded her of Logan's old apartment. The penthouse had been beautiful, always spotlessly clean, and decorated in a spare modern manner that truly reflected Logan.
    That had been before Ames White traced an Eyes Only transmission, and his minions had trashed the place, shot it to hell, wrecking everything and sending Logan into hiding.
    Fortunately, the penthouse had been off-the-books, and in the many weeks of Logan keeping a low profile, White had apparently not been able to trace it to its true occupant. So both Logan—and his Eyes Only identity—seemed secure.
    "It's time," Logan said to her, "to get Eyes Only up and running again anyway—we've been off the air too long"
    As she looked around Logan's new quarters, she said, "This didn't happen overnight."
    "I've been working on this pad for a while," Logan admitted, "sort of having it as a backup."
    "Then you'll move here, from Joshua's?"
    "The plan is, kind of hop back and forth. I think it's probably wise to maintain two bases of operations, for Eyes Only—Joshua's place gives us a sort of safe house, away from Terminal City."
    Smiling, nodding, she said, "You did really good." He liked hearing that. "Did I?"
    "You couldn't stay in Terminal City without risking a toxic backlash."
    "So I've left—but I'm still in your backyard." "Right. And we have a way in and out of here ... starting with getting Sketchy and Original Cindy back to Jam Pony. We can use contacts in the outside world."
    From the far end of the room, by the boarded windows, Joshua said, "Cops." "Say what?" Max asked, coming over. Turning to her, Joshua said, "Hole in one of the boards. I can see police." He returned to his post, peeking through the tiny hole.
    Logan joined Max and the dog man. They took turns looking through the spy hole, Logan first, then Max. She saw pretty much the same thing she'd seen on the monitor, only now from the opposite angle, from behind the barricade. Stepping away, she said,
    "Looks like they're digging in." "You knew they would," Logan said. She gestured to the window. "You better cover that hole at night—even a pinhole of light could give away your position."
    Til take care of it."
    "Just remember, that tunnel of yours runs in two directions. ... Are you sure it's safe here for you?"
    He looked at her thoughtfully, and his answer was no glib comeback. "I wish I could say I'm certain, but that's just not how this works. I can tell you, there's no record of the building being anything but abandoned since my uncle ceased its use. And, thanks to his paranoia, there's another tunnel down

    there that leads to another Cale-owned building on the other side of this block... well away from these barricades."
    "Good," she said.
    "I can use that to get in and out. The police are all concentrating on what's in front of them. They