"I don't know how Storm puts up with this shit" Logan said swigging his beer as he walked the street, the rain ebbed and flowed with different intensities, currently set to hard downpour, the neon lights illuminated the rain, the scent of blood, shit, gunpowder and metal was swept away by the scent of the rain, making it impossible to track any scent, including the one he was tracking, the one who murdered Balalaika; he managed to track down where the murderer was leaving, but upon destroying the lock with his claws. The room stank of stale beer, piss, old Mexican and Chinese food, blood and other things that Logan didn't want to think about while he was in that room. He walked through the room moving the bottles with his feet creating soft clinking.
"So what am I looking for here, too bad it stinks like a sewer" he said walking out into the open air and lit a cigar sucking down the noxious fumes before exhaling it.
The next stop Logan stopped at was the bridge
"What do you think Romanov?" Logan asked as the super spy walked up while Logan was using his enhanced senses to try and locate who was behind the recent events. Looking to The Black Widow he noticed her frowning
"I think I will need a major spa treatment on Tony after this, it majorly messed up, the rain watched a large collection of evidence away which we can't recover from
"Yeah, the rain's scent is overpowering the scent of the murderer" Logan said
"You've been tracking him?" Black Widow asked
"Yeah, Scott thinks he's a mutant or something like, meaning it would be bad for our business" Logan said
"Yeah mutant's a bad business in our jobs. Luckily we have you X-Men and the Avengers" Black Widow said
"Yeah, now I have to make a visit to Hotel Moscow"
"Are you nuts?" Black Widow
"I didn't think you would be this nuts Logan, to simply storm into my business" Bucky said
"Shut it short round, Capt's not her to protect you now" Logan said
"From what?" Bucky asked
"Me!" Logan smirked popping his claws.
"Adamantium right?" Bucky asked
"Yeah" Logan smirked "So it will hurt when I stab you with them" he said before smelling the air "Too bad it will be later; we have company" Logan said
"What do you mean?" Bucky asked going for his gun
"A whole bunch of guys smelling like pasta and Italian sausages" Logan said
"The Italian Mafia. Looks like he didn't accept my warnings" Bucky said "Looking for a fight?"
"You know it" Logan said as he jumped out of the window
A dozen of Verrochio's men were outside the main base of Hotel Moscow, they loaded up various weapons such as machine guns, RPGS and grenade launchers. What they didn't know was that Logan had changed into his costume and became Wolverine, crouching down low he then leap from the roof and impaled two guards through the head, only to turn around and slice the stomach of a third. One of them was smart enough to run while the other eight opened fired. But Wolverine had his claws guard from the bullets; once they stopped firing they saw Wolverine's regenerative powers kick in. Growling he looked up, his teeth were bared and his skin started to turn red.
"Wrong fucking move" Wolverine said as he rushed up to two of them and quicker than anyone could comprehend was sliced up badly. Next Wolverine head-butted one of the thugs breaking his teeth from the hard metal coating around his own skull. "Had enough yet?" he asked as those left just reloaded and aim. Smirking Wolverine cut the guns to piece before stabbing each of them making blood spray everywhere. Finally after ten minutes Logan removed the cowl from his face and exhaled. Reaching into a back pouch he pulled out a cigar and lit it with a match before throwing it away and sucking down the noxious smoke to calm him down
"They are stronger things to mellow you out Logan" Bucky said walking out
"Doesn't affect me as much as the other things I can use" Logan said
"So where to next?" Bucky asked as Logan walked away
"Well, Well, Well Logan, why would you call into my shop?" Chang asked
"Felt like a change of location, and you're the nearest. Plus I needed out of the rain" Logan said
"Should I be nervous?" Chang asked
"Depends" Logan said
"On what?" Chang asked
"If you had something to do with the situation" Logan said
"You think I would want this to happen and upset the delicate balance here in Roanapur?"
"Why not, it worked in Madripoor" Logan said
"Well this is not Madripoor, this is Roanapur" Chang said "Which means everything that happens here affects not just the citizens, but those who work on this island
"Boo hoo sob stories don't work on me, and why are you concerned about the average citizen?"
"How else am I suppose to make a living?" Chang said "I can't do that if there are no people"
"Smart argument" Logan said as he smelt something strong in the air, something that was clashing with the rain's scent. He needed to find out what it was, he figured it could be a type of food, mostly curries and spicy food for the neighbouring areas; which made sense since he was in Thailand. "I'll take my leave"
"Good" Chang said 'that guys is bad news when he's around me' the gangster thought.
Logan was following the smell to downtown and looked around, he was getting the smells of all the street vendors food carts who were braving the raining. Looking about he was trying to pick up that particular scent again, but he couldn't. In fact his senses were being overrun by the location
"Hey" a deep baritone voice said
"What?" Logan snarl turning to see the head of the Lagoon company Dutch
"You right?" he asked
"Yeah, just tracking something" Logan said
"The murderer?" Dutch asked
"Yeah I am, what about you?" Logan asked
"Just out for a stroll" Dutch stated
"Good to know, tell me is it always like this?" Logan asked
"No, I've never seen it this busy before. Usually it's quiet when the rain is here" Dutch explained
"So what's made it like this?" Logan asked
"I have no clue, so what do you think it is?" Dutch asked
"Something about this murderer has spooked people, made the gangs more active. Which is why the vendors are out" Logan said "But thanks to the rain and food I've lost track of them"
"Which is a not a good thing" Dutch stated
"No" Logan said walking away.
The murderer frowned as he saw Logan and Dutch meaning he was not exactly happy
"Fuck, not that bloody bloodhound, he's going to find me whether or not its pissing down with rain or overwhelmed by spices in the air. I have to move my plans forwards a bit" he said heading back to his dwelling with a backpack full of odds and ends. Mostly weapons and ammunitions. He quietly slipped in and looked around "Shit, that bastard was here as well, and whoa does he smell like a wet dog, and that shit is going to need some heavy air freshener when I'm done" he snarled as he opened a window and went over to a table and loaded bullets into a series of clips. "Soon war is going to explode and I doubt that Wolverine is going to be able to heal form that" he laughed as he finally looked at all of the ammo and guns he gathered. Standing there he nodded before pulling out a steak knife and throwing it at a picture of Chang. The knife hit the picture in between the eyes and wobbled for a bit before stopping
"Bullseye, b-b-b-b-bitch" he said smirking viciously.
"so tell me, what is going to go down here" Logan said as he caught up with a cartel member, slamming him into the wall and pinning him there with his claws. "And you're going to tell me what I want to know right now, otherwise you'll lose the ability to have children, understand?"
"I don't know what you are asking about" he said in Columbian
"ENGLISH!" Logan roared as he stabbed the wall
"I do no know about what you talk about" the cartel said in broken English.
"Shit, alright, get lost and don't let me catch you again!" Logan snapped as he pulled out his cigar and looked up to the sky, finally seeing it clear up and saw the stars glitter above, indicating that it was early night. "About damn time" he said lighting the cigar and breathing it in, taking his time to take in the sweet air with his enhanced senses; and now that the rain was clearing he could take in the smells more; not that it help because of the lingering remnants of the rain, but he could smell more and he frowned as he walked to the main street.
"Come on, come on, where are you dick?" Logan asked as he rushed down the streets, the curries and street foods giving him a bit of trouble, but now the perfume of the night walkers made it harder, but not as hard as the rain. Growling he paused outside a Yiros shop and rested against the wall outside and smoked. He looked up at the night sky and sighed, suddenly a word drifted into his ears
"Chimichanga, get your chimichanga"
"Chimi...chan...ga?" Logan asked as he started to put the pieces he had together, the blood with no DNA, the two types of bullets, the curved blades, the multiple assailants, the way Balalaika was killed. It now made since
"Logan, enjoying the food?" Scott asked walking to him
"Son of a bitch"
"Well, don't mind me" Scott said
"Not you!" Logan said "I figured it out, I know who killed Balalaika"
"What how?" Scott said
"Why didn't I see before, why?" Logan growled
"Who is it Logan, I need to know who it is" Scott said
"All you need to know is that Chang's in trouble! Alert the Cajun, Black Widow and Castel NOW!" Logan roared running off.
"What's gotten into him?" Scott asked
G'day guys Grizz here and yes Logan knows who the murderer is, and you'll have to wait for me to reveal it, but can you figure out who it is by going back and reading the rest of the fic and put together the clues? I hope so because the last proper chapter will be fun
So until next time I'll catch you on the flipside