Most people would have been celebrating. Not Logan though. To him, selling the Echolls estate and moving into his new and much smaller home wasn't really anything worth partying over. It was just another huge change in his life. Another reminder that he was alone in the world now. And yeah, maybe he was better off with Aaron gone and Trina living ( Read more... )

Shoulders hunched, his entire body curved inward and over the drink he's been nursing for the past several hours, Joe looks like any other drunk in the bar, his eyes half-closed and his body mostly relaxed. To most people, he probably looks like he's just preparing to hang out there all night, drink himself stupid. What he's actually doing is ( Read more... )

Logan didn't usually drink that much, really, not often anyway, but the guy kept buying rounds… and he wasn't going to say no. Who said no to free drinks ( Read more... )

Miranda is not the ideal place to be, Nene knows. Wherever he goes, there's still someone after him, still someone who knows his face and his name and what he has. Even if Cuervo and Angel are both dead - though, Nene doesn't ever let himself imagine that scenario for very long - and even if they're in peace keeper custody and their share of the ( Read more... )

Two million credits. That was the bounty currently posted for the retrieval of Logan Echolls. Logan knew this as it seemed to have been talked about on every news program on the planet, and, well, because the bounty hunter who'd found him that morning had told him so ( Read more... )

He'd stayed in the hotel room, a mock up of a young boy's room complete with bean bags and twin bed, from the moment he'd left Jack's, until about... oh, ten minutes ago? It was a long time to be cooped up in one place, but room service and free com access more than made up for the isolation. Apparently freedom was a lot like captivity, self ( Read more... )

He'd come home late on Tuesday night, which wouldn't have been so bad if Aaron hadn't grounded him only hours beforehand. Apparently dissobediance still wasn't tollerated. Who knew ( Read more... )

If New Tokyo was the glossy surface of Miranda and Siam the seedy underbelly, the Underground was the pulsing heart of the planet. A constant flow of trains, of people, of life, the Metro never slept. Sitting on one of the old benches lining the whitewashed walls, under a flat screen advertisement looping through ads for dermal implants and virtual ( Read more... )

Aaron had found the money ( Read more... )

It was somehow both dark and blindingly bright ( Read more... )