The smell hit him first, the putrid stench of ash, blood and rot. Logan growled as they searched the quarantined streets, "They must have escaped by boat." he looked at Jean, standing on the edge of the Seine.
"Probably explains why I can't track 'em." he grumbled as Storm returned, "Anything?"
"They are heading towards Le Havre and Honfleur." She replied, "Which means they are heading to the English Channel."
"They must be meeting up with a bigger vessel." Jean turned from the water, "Big enough that it won't get this far inland upon the Seine."
"Which means big problems." Logan growled, "Someone is supplying him with toys and we need to stop them."
The signature BAMF alerted the three to Kurt's arrival. "They have Rogue and Cyclops." he said quickly.
"How many of them?" Jean asked him. "Did you find out where they're going?"
"It's only two." he looked between them, "But they don't need more."
"They? Pestilence and Famine?" Storm questioned softly, "We must tred carefully."
"You can say that again! Creepy Famine guy is scary, unnatural even." Kurt fidgeted.
"Come, we must alert the professor."
"We have bigger problems Charles." John huffed, "Someone has been giving equipment, weapons, and transportation to Isaac. WHO, I must insist on reminding you, can hijack his vegetable brother!"
"You don't need to remind me, thank you." Charles sighed in exasperation.
"Funny, I thought you hadn't been paying attention." John retorted, "We also have to find the other Horsemen, you know, War and Conquest?"
"Any bright nuggets of input or are you content with complaining?" Charles replied just before the door to his office slammed open.
"I believe I may be able to help."
