"That went well" Logan says as he walks away from Kelly.
"You certainly knows how to be intimidating when you wants to be but out of curiosity, what answers did you want answered?"
"None. I only wanted to scare the living daylights out of him."
I can only laugh at that. Because I realise what he means in what he doesn't say. It doesn't matter what questions
we might get out of Kelly. Not anymore. It wouldn't change a thing. We'd still be outlaws. Still be fair game.
Still be shunned by the rest of society. Still have to watch our backs at all times.
Probably even more so if we managed to get some "state secrets" out of Kelly. We'd be considered even more of a threat than we
are now, if such a thing is possible, if we managed to do that. So what does that leave us? In the same spot as before.
"Logan? What do we do now?"
"Honestly? I don't really know except for one thing."
"Which is?"
"It's getting too dangerous to have two separate teams. This was a damn close call. It would have been the same even with just
one team but at least some people wouldn't have to jeopardise themselves just as errand-runners. We really do need to
concentrate our resources and I think this place is the one we should abandon."
"Yeah, I agree. But I also think that we've got to stop hiding. The cops and everyone else has us at an disadvantage at all
times because of that. It's time we turn the tables so to speak."
"And how do you suggest we do that?"
"Don't know yet. Just a gut feeling I have. You know, trust your instincts."
Logan chuckles at that. "I always knew you'd ram that down my throat some day. But I do trust your instincts. I'm only not so
sure I trust myself anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I broke down when you went missing. What will stop me from doing that again if the worst comes to worst?"
"I don't know. Wish I did but I don't. We'll just have to do as we've always done I guess. Living day by day."
"Have I mentioned that I love your level-headedness lately? You're so much stronger than I ever could hope to be."
"Don't be silly. If I am, it's because of you. That's what kept me from cracking when I was tortured."
Logan doesn't answer. Not in words but his looks tells me everything.If looks could kill, Kelly would be a goner by now. Logan
isn't one to forgive or forget easily. Especially when it's someone of his family that's being threatened or hurt. If he hadn't
hated Kelly with every fibre of his being before he would now. But I can also see that he loves that he, in a roundabout sort of way,
could give me the strength needed to survive.
He finally gathers enough strength to talk again. "Let's forget about more plans until we've made our two teams into one shall we? One
thing at a time."
"Good idea."
"So, to start. Is your shelter big enough to hold both teams?"
"Yes. Barely but yes. It will do for a time at least."
"Good. Then let's get things moving. I fix things here, you head back to yours and makes sure everything's set up there and we'll
rendezvous there as soon as possible. Sound okay?"
"Yes." I say and gives him directions.
When I get ready to leave Logan shouts at me.
"Marie?"
"Yes?"
"Two things. First, you might want some new clothes."
Shit! With all that has happened since I escaped I sort of forgot that I left my clothes in the torture chamber.
"You have any left?"
"Yeah." he says, rummaging through a box. "I don't think they will fit perfectly but that doesn't matter much" he says before tossing me
a pair of jeans and a sweater.
I dress myself and ask "What was number 2?"
"Bring Kelly with you. If he stays here I'm sure I will kill him and I don't want to stoop to his level. Of course, he will eventually
pay for his crimes and a good start is to make him suffer the same way he's made most mutants suffer. He is about to learn that you don't piss
members of Homo Superior off without paying the price."
"You certainly knows how to be intimidating when you wants to be but out of curiosity, what answers did you want answered?"
"None. I only wanted to scare the living daylights out of him."
I can only laugh at that. Because I realise what he means in what he doesn't say. It doesn't matter what questions
we might get out of Kelly. Not anymore. It wouldn't change a thing. We'd still be outlaws. Still be fair game.
Still be shunned by the rest of society. Still have to watch our backs at all times.
Probably even more so if we managed to get some "state secrets" out of Kelly. We'd be considered even more of a threat than we
are now, if such a thing is possible, if we managed to do that. So what does that leave us? In the same spot as before.
"Logan? What do we do now?"
"Honestly? I don't really know except for one thing."
"Which is?"
"It's getting too dangerous to have two separate teams. This was a damn close call. It would have been the same even with just
one team but at least some people wouldn't have to jeopardise themselves just as errand-runners. We really do need to
concentrate our resources and I think this place is the one we should abandon."
"Yeah, I agree. But I also think that we've got to stop hiding. The cops and everyone else has us at an disadvantage at all
times because of that. It's time we turn the tables so to speak."
"And how do you suggest we do that?"
"Don't know yet. Just a gut feeling I have. You know, trust your instincts."
Logan chuckles at that. "I always knew you'd ram that down my throat some day. But I do trust your instincts. I'm only not so
sure I trust myself anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"I broke down when you went missing. What will stop me from doing that again if the worst comes to worst?"
"I don't know. Wish I did but I don't. We'll just have to do as we've always done I guess. Living day by day."
"Have I mentioned that I love your level-headedness lately? You're so much stronger than I ever could hope to be."
"Don't be silly. If I am, it's because of you. That's what kept me from cracking when I was tortured."
Logan doesn't answer. Not in words but his looks tells me everything.If looks could kill, Kelly would be a goner by now. Logan
isn't one to forgive or forget easily. Especially when it's someone of his family that's being threatened or hurt. If he hadn't
hated Kelly with every fibre of his being before he would now. But I can also see that he loves that he, in a roundabout sort of way,
could give me the strength needed to survive.
He finally gathers enough strength to talk again. "Let's forget about more plans until we've made our two teams into one shall we? One
thing at a time."
"Good idea."
"So, to start. Is your shelter big enough to hold both teams?"
"Yes. Barely but yes. It will do for a time at least."
"Good. Then let's get things moving. I fix things here, you head back to yours and makes sure everything's set up there and we'll
rendezvous there as soon as possible. Sound okay?"
"Yes." I say and gives him directions.
When I get ready to leave Logan shouts at me.
"Marie?"
"Yes?"
"Two things. First, you might want some new clothes."
Shit! With all that has happened since I escaped I sort of forgot that I left my clothes in the torture chamber.
"You have any left?"
"Yeah." he says, rummaging through a box. "I don't think they will fit perfectly but that doesn't matter much" he says before tossing me
a pair of jeans and a sweater.
I dress myself and ask "What was number 2?"
"Bring Kelly with you. If he stays here I'm sure I will kill him and I don't want to stoop to his level. Of course, he will eventually
pay for his crimes and a good start is to make him suffer the same way he's made most mutants suffer. He is about to learn that you don't piss
members of Homo Superior off without paying the price."