Cylons: 0, Earth: …
A BSG/X-men crossover
Disclaimer: see previous chapters
Earth: 12
Logan glanced up at the figure, walking through the rain. He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it, waiting until the man joined him under the shop awning before exhaling smoke. The man glared at Logan, but neither spoke. Lightning flashed, and Logan counted out the seconds under his breath.
One… two… three… the thunder was loud, it had to be, to be heard over the pounding rain. Even with the downpour, the smell of overheated metal hung in the air. Logan watched the small river, contained by the gutter, carry a plastic flamingo down the road.
"You know, Eric, if you'd been on time, you could've had some tin cans of your own." He smirked at the wet man. "But Storm got bored."
The end…
