"How did she die?" A somewhat grieving Logan asks one of the three paramedics who are attending to the corpse of a woman he knew.
"It looks like she overdosed on some kind of drug."
One of the paramedics replies as they lift her corpse into the back of the ambulance while rain is falling down like tears from the sky. Logan knew her and she knew who and what he was but she never cared, accepting him for all he was. Her name was Josephine "Jo" Silver and she worked at a local bar that Logan frequently visited. During his many lonely nights sitting on a stool and drinking away his pain, Jo would offer a kind word or even a bit of advice on life even though Logan was centuries older than her. Rains runs down his face as the loner mutant watches the ambulance drive away and his grief makes place for that familiar feeling of rage and fury. Someone sold her the drug that killed her and he's going to find out who did it, and he'll make those responsible pay for it.
Logan makes his way through town as he has his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his leather jacket and he goes to the bar where Jo worked. He'll start here with his search for answers as a bar is as good a place as any to find your way into the world of drugs. There's an alley behind the bar and he closes his eyes as he pulls up his nose and takes in the scent of the area. Not too long after he picks up a scent that Jo's body carried and it was the drugs in her system that he smelled and he's smelling it again. He's standing across the street from the bar but the scent stays with him as he crosses and walks toward the alley behind the bar. As he draws closer the scent becomes stronger and and he feels broken needles and the stink of dried up vomit is heavy here. At the back of the alley there's a man leaning against the wall and the scent is strongest with him and Logan growls as he immediately heads for the man he sees.
As Logan approaches the drug dealer the man moves away from the wall and bares his yellow teeth as he smiles at Logan and says with a raspy voice. "Hey man, you looking to buy something?"
Logan immediately grabs the dealer by his throat and pushes him against the wall as he narrows his brow and with a feral glance to his eyes he says with a threatening snarl. "I ain't lookin' to buy anythin' from you, bub. You're gonna tell me who you get your shit from or I'll clean the wall with your face."
Logan's adamantium claws are already scratching at the surface as he badly wants to cut this scumbag in half and it takes a great deal of control on his end to stop this from happening. The drug dealer is high on his own product but the fear that creeps down his spine is enough to shake him out of his entranced state of mind. Logan squeezes his throat a little tighter and presses the back of the dealer's head more forcefully against the wall and pleadingly the scumbag says. "I can't tell you that, he'd kill me. Please just let it go whatever it is you think you're after. Let it go man."
"Wrong answer."
Logan replies as he clenches the fist of his other hand and a metalic noise introduces his claws as they slide out and he raises them and points them right at the dealer's face. Horrified by what he's seeing, the dealer turns as white as a ghost and starts to tremble as Logan brings the claws closer to the dealer's face and says. ''We'll try it again. Who do you get your stuff from? And if you give me bullshit again, I give your face a fuckin' free makeover."
The dealer knowing that he's face to face with a mutant finally surrenders and tells Logan what he wants to know as he starts explaining. "Dalton Crow. He's the one making Crystal Dust, I'm a no one. I just sell it for him, honestly. Please don't kill me. He lives in New Orleans that's all I know."
Not only does Logan now know the name of the drug that Jo overdosed on but he also knows who's responsible for making it. The pair of claws he's pointing at the dealer's face slowly retract but Logan makes another threat before releasing the dealer as he says with a growling voice. "If I ever see you out here again, I'll make sure you won't have hands left to sell with."
Logan knocks the dealer unconscious with one good blow to the head and he leaves him behind in the alley as he now knows where to go and who to look for. Dalton Crow is the man he's coming to kill and he'll tear through all of New Orleans if that's what it takes to find him. Logan's currently in New York so it'll be a fairly long ride before he gets there but he wastes no time as he steals a motorcycle parked at the bar. He doesn't have a place of his own as he just wanders about but always ends up in a bar somewhere. The engine roars as he lights up a cigar and races down the street and makes his way toward New Orleans. It takes him about a day to reach his destination and it is early evening when he arrives, and the rich and thick scent that is New Orleans overwhelms his sense of smell for a moment. He's been here before, though that was years ago and in his past he's been here as well though he can't remember that. Logan leaves the bike behind as he just starts walking into town, looking for anyone who looks like trouble. His best bet is to find a local junkie or even a dealer and work his way up to the top, up to Dalton Crow.
The scent of bourbon is all but gone from the streets as almost every bar or club he passes has that familiar scent of liquid bliss and he could use a drink but ignores his desire for one as he just keeps walking. He uses his nose to smell the Crystal Dust drug that Jo died from as he won't soon forget the stink of it, the expression on his hairy face is far from friendly as he generally comes across as grumpy and annoyed. There's dancing everywhere as people take to the streets while holding bottles of alcohol in their hands and like a typical night in a town like this, everyone forgets their worries and parties on. Dalton's drug has a particular nasty scent and Logan's able to recognize it easily should he come across the smell of it. He stops dead in his tracks right in front of a small hotel as he smells something familair.
There's a welcome sign hanging at the front of the hotel and with little concern for anyone he crosses, Logan enters the hotel and immediately heads for the counter. He thrusts his fists on the counter and the man standing behind it raises his eyebrows confusingly as he stares at Logan's stern face. With a mumble to his voice Logan says to the man behind the counter. "I'm lookin' for a good time. You wouldn't happen to know where I'd find some amusement, would you bub?"
''Remy LeBeau. Ask fo' Remy LeBeau, he knows how to party. Hangs out at the ol' Daisy Rose casino not too far from 'ere. Firs' street on your right."
The owner speaks with a Cajun accent and Logan knew he had it right when he smelled a faint scent of Crystal Dust coming from that hotel. Someone has been dealing or using it in this hotel and so he took a chance and it worked. Logan immediately leaves after hearing the name of someone who hopefully can bring him closer to the source of this new drug. The first street on his right is where he enters and he spots the casino immediately as people roam about in and out of the place. With flashy lights and music playing loudly he narrows his eyes as he approaches the casino and enters it. Dense smoke hits his face as people everywhere are smoking and drinking while trying to cheat each other at poker and every other gambling game you can imagine. He strolls toward the casino bar and leans on the counter as he nods to the bartender and as the man approaches, Logan says calmly. ''I'm lookin' for someone named Remy LeBeau. He around here somewhere?''
''Back there. The one dealin' the cards."
The bartender replies and nods his head to the left and Logan turns around to see where he's pointing at and he sees someone sitting at a table in the far left corner of the casino. All the way in the back sits a man with a few other people and he's dealing a hand of cards and that's the man the bartender mentioned. Logan orders himself a cold bottle of beer and with that in hand he walks across the room toward the table he was pointed at. Remy LeBeau is the one wearing a red crimson blouse with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's got strong prominent cheekbones and hair that curls behind his ears, a typical Cajun charmer. Logan approaches the table and says to Remy with a firm but calm voice. "You Remy? Remy LeBeau."
Remy's attention isn't on Logan as he's far too focused on playing cards with the other men at his table. He's in his element as he wins almost every single time and people around town call him "Gambit" because he keeps taking everyone's money at poker. While pushing forward another set of poker chips, Remy says while not looking up at Logan. "Maybe I am, Remy LeBeau. Or maybe not. What's it to you mon ami?"
The words "Mon ami" are French for "My friend" though Logan cares little for fancy foreign words as he grabs whatever money he has left and throws it on the table as he pulls up a chair and joins the game. Remy finally looks at Logan's face and they stare at one another and Logan says while pulling out a cigar and lighter from the inside pocket of his jacket. "If I win we go outside and talk. If you win I drag you out by your hair and we talk. Deal me in, bub."
''I think you goin' get into trouble talkin' like you are. But I play, I show you why dis is my town."
Remy answers Logan with his thick Cajun accent and he deals him in while smiling cocky. The other men at the table join in as a new game starts and Logan exhales his first drag from the cigar that's clenched in the corner of his mouth.