As night came Logan and Tyger decided to continue their discussion in private as the clientel at the Princess was getting rougher, and they had the girls with them. The group headed to Tyger's house.
Karma didn't miss the looks between her mother and Patch. "Come on Jubilee, I'll show you my room. We'll let the 'adults' get reacquainted." and pulled Jubilee upstairs.
"Oh goody a sleep over," mumbled Jubilee. She really hated the dress that Mariko had packed for her. It made her look like she was twelve. She had been looking forward to going back to the Mariott and changing.
Karma seemed to have the same feelings about that school uniform because as soon as they got to her room she slipped into the bathroom and came out in tight leather pants and a green silk tank top.
"Mother and Patch will be awhile. We'll just have to entertain ourselves. Your clothes just won't do. I bet I've got something for you to wear." She headed towards her closet and started rummaging through it.
"The Princess Bar is good for doing business, but it's basically just for the old-timers. I'm going to show you the fun spots now. After all it's only my duty as your hostess to show you a good time," she said with a wink as she turned around with a pair of tight black shorts and a red silk T-shirt with a dragon in gold thread on it. It was perfect. Jubilee returned her smile and changed.
The two slipped out the window and headed toward the docks unaware of the ninjas that followed in the shadows.
-----
Logan leaned against the headboard and lit a cigar. Tyger had given him a proper welcome back and now came back to bed after getting them a couple of drinks. Looking at her he knew that it wasn't true love between them, but friend, ally, trust. He was safe with her, something that he hadn't felt with anyone in a long time. Something he had begun to find with Marie.
"So," he said blowing out a cloud of smoke, "Care to fill in some details for me, Darling?"
"Where do I start?" asked Tyger as she settled herself into his arms. "You came here under the alias of Patch almost 20 years ago, though there were many who seemed to know you from before that. You were working for the CIA in a joint Canadian/American venture to gather information on Russia, North Korea, China, and any other communist country. It was the Cold War. You were working deep cover. My husband ran the local gangs. That was how we met. When he was murdered, there was a play for power. You protected Karma and myself. Your superiors thought that putting me in the position of power would be a good idea since I seemed most sympathic to their goals. You helped me get established as the head of the local underground commuity with information and weapons. In return, I gave you information and your agents assistance when needed. The relationship was mutually beneficial.
The hard part was when you were called home to Canada. Victor Creed came to the Princess to get you. You were only going to be gone a couple of weeks. We looked after Nina but your disappearence hit her the hardest, I think."
"Who's Nina?" Logan asked.
Tyger got up and headed to her closet. She pulled out an old photo album, and after flipping through a few pages, sat down next to him again.
"This is you and Nina."
Logan found himself looking at a picture of himself with the eyepatch and a girl about 15 years old. She looked like Snow White with a black eye.
"You found her cage fighting when she was 13 and saved her life. She was your student. You called her your good luck charm. She left after it was clear that you weren't coming back. She has done well for herself."
Tyger flipped to another page. The picture showed the girl grown up in black body armor and with a five-man team, one obviously a mutant like her. "They call themselves the Six Pack. The silver haired man to her right with the metal arm is Cable, her lover. They are one of the best mercenary teams in the world. She stays in touch and sent me this picture a couple of years ago. I wouldn't be surprised if she hunts you down now that your picture been all over the world."
"I've been alone for so long. Now I find that there were all these people looking for me." Logan shook his head. "It's a lot to take in."
"Perhaps I can help ease your mind for a time, Lover," Tyger whispered as she leaned in to kiss him again.
-----
Remy's plane had made it in on time after a suprisingly smooth flight. The Guild had someone there to meet him, and he headed to the Guild House to be updated on the situation.
"The biggest news is that Patch is back," said Raul, the head of the Madripoor Guild, as he and Remy shared a drink in his study. "As for that girl in your picture, we have received a report of one that matches her description traveling with Patch."
Remy didn't know what had happened to Logan, but if this Patch hurt Jubilee in any way, Remy was going to leave him a special calling card.
Lurker
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"This Patch is really bad news... He is supposed to be impossible to kill. He may only have one eye in front, but he has ten in the back of his head."
Remy had never seen Raul like this. It was like he feared the end of the world would come to pass because one man had come back.
Admiral
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***Flashback***
Remy climbed up onto the roof. No matter how nice the people were here, he still needed some alone time every now and then. Of course, if Rogue wanted to join him sometime... He grinned wryly and shook his head. Did he EVER stop?
He was jolted out of his thoughts when he saw Jubilee sitting in his usual spot.
Wait....she was crying?
"P'tite?"
Her eyes widened in surprise, and in one, quick, fluid movement, she wiped the tears from her eyes and replaced her sad expression with a cheerful smile. "Hey Cajun, what are you doing up so late?"
"Jubilee," Gambit started, "Why..."
***End of Flashback****
"Excuse me!? Are you listening!?" one of the thieves updating Remy on what was happening asked in French.
Gambit blinked and nodded. "Yes, sorry, just dozed off a second."
Inwardly, he cursed himself for being so unprofessional. Well, he was only 17 (18 soon), what the HECK did they expect of him?
He unconsciously sighed and listened to the man ramble on, as his feet itched to just run out of the door and save Jubilee.
Minkychan
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Jubilee and Karma were club hopping at the Madripoor docks for most of the night. They'd gone through only about half of them when the parties started to die, and the customers slowly began to drag themselves home.
Jubilee and Karma stepped out of the Lion's Den, their most recent club experience, to the sight of pink creeping into the Eastern sky.
"We'd better get home before the 'adults' get up," Karma said.
"Yeah," Jubilee agreed. "I'm beat, but I had a great time."
The streets were mostly deserted as they made their way from the docks and into Lowtown.
Jubilee stopped walking as a huge yawn split her face. "Hey," she said to Karma, "I hope we can get some sleep before..."
She didn't get to finish her sentence. Strong hands reached around and grabbed her, pinning her hands to her body.
"Hey, leggo of me!" she yelled.
Karma spun around and caught the ninja's gaze using her mutant power to control his body. He froze under her watchful eye and released Jubilee, dropping her to the ground.
Her victory was short-lived, as more ninjas came out of the shadows, surrounding the two girls.
They fought bravely, but the odds were against them, and eventually they were both captured and unconscious.
Khaki
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"Ah'm worried, Kitty. Logan, Jubes, an' Remy have all vanished an' we can't do nothin' about it."
"I don't know about that Marie. You haven't been around here long, but I'm called the Goddess of Computing."
"She's the only one who calls herself that!"
"SHUT UP BOBBY! But if I can hack into that Fury guy's systems then I can try to track them down."
Jason Barnett
**********
They didn't know Karma and Jubilee had been taken until past noon the next day. They'd stayed in the apartment for half the morning, waiting for the kids to return, Tyger, getting more and more angry, and Logan, getting more and more worried. Finally, Logan'd been able to convince Tyger that maybe the kids had run into some trouble, and they'd spent the rest of the morning following Logan's nose around the docks, picking up the occassional scent of Karma or Jubilee. It was when they found Karma's purse, cleaned out and in a garbage can, that they knew the girls were in serious trouble.
Years ago, when Logan had been Patch, he'd had contacts all over Madripoor that could've gotten him the information he needed. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember one of them. Tyger Tiger went through her contacts rather quickly, learning that the Yakuza had taken the girls, but not where they were being kept.
"I should've known. How could I agree to this meeting with a Yakuza tomorrow?" Tyger stormed.
"Mariko's not Yakuza. She's a good person. I can sense it from her. Her father got involved with them, but she's gonna try to extract her clan from the Yakuza and regain the family honor."
"She won't succeed. You can't do that to the Yakuza. At the very least, she'll lose a finger. At most, she'll lose her life."
"Well, where do we go now? We still don't know where the girls are and we're outta contacts."
"Not entirely. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, but we're going to have to visit the Thieves."
"What?"
"The Thieves Guild. They're everywhere, have their hands in everything. They'll know where the girls are, but there will be a price."
-----
"Oui?" a voice asked through the thick, metal door, eyes peering at them through a slot.
"We need information," Logan said.
"Monsieur Patch, Madame Tiger, please come in."
They were escorted to a small but well furnished room. It was an inner room, so there were no windows and only one door. Logan immediately felt uneasy. Any occupants of this room would be easy to attack, and it'd be difficult to defend themselves in the closed space. He refused the seat offered to him, preferring to remain standing, ready for anything.
An older Cajun entered the room, flanked by two guards and followed by a servant carrying hors d'oeurves. "We are honored by your presence, M'sieur Logan, M'dme Tiger. How may the Thieves Guild be of service?"
"We need to know where the Yakuza are. Especially the whereabouts of a guy in a red and black samurai mask."
"Why would you need this information?"
"That's personal, bub."
"Well, we could help you better if we knew."
"We're not lookin' for help. We're lookin' for information."
-----
Remy listened to the negotiations outside the door. He'd heard that Raul was meeting with Patch and Tyger Tiger. Raul had told him yesterday that Jubes was last seen with Patch.
He'd tried some contacts, but he'd gotten no information about the whereabouts of Jubilee or Patch the whole morning, and then Patch just strolled through the door. It was far to good to pass up. Why was Patch looking for the Yakuza? Well whatever he was up to, he'd lead Remy right to Jubes.
-----
After getting the information they'd come for, Patch and Tyger left the Guild House. They'd only gone a few blocks, when Logan realized they were being followed. Whoever was following them was good, but Logan was better. He could hear the occassional light scrape of a shoe over gravel.
When the wind shifted, he got the smell and immediately recognized it. He'd last smelled it back in Westchester. That Cajun kid. Rogue's friend. What was he doing here?
Logan and Tyger turned a corner and immediately, Logan sped up and pulled Tyger into the shadows of a doorway. His expression told her to be quiet and she obeyed, trusting his instincts completely.
When the Cajun kid came walking past, Logan reached out and grabbed him, pushing him against the wall of the building. *Snikt* His two outer blades shot out on either side of Remy's neck, pinning him to the wall.
"What are you doing here, kid? Why are you following us?"
"Logan!?! You're Patch? I'm.... I'm here to save Jubilee."
"Huh," Logan said releasing him. "That's what we're doing too."
"What?"
"The Yakuza have her. We're gonna pay 'em a visit after sundown. Wanna join us?"
Khaki
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Mariko and two of her best guards, one being Miko, arrived at the Mariott that afternoon. After confirming which suite Logan and Jubilee had they headed upstairs to her reserved rooms.
'I will have speak to Logan tonight,' she thought to herself. 'Hopefully he was able to set up the meeting with Tyger.'
Miko unlocked the door and stepped inside. All was clear and they brought in the bags. As soon as they closed the door behind them the air filled with smoke and the last thing that Mariko saw was the masked faces of Ogun's ninjas.
-----
Jubilee came to with another splitting headache in another cell. Her hands were again tied behind her. She opened her eyes just to slam them shut again.
'This is just too much.' she thought as she saw Karma in the same position still out. 'I was even good last night. I didn't even have a single beer, not that they would have served me anyway.' She sat up ingoring the fireworks going off behind her eyes. 'Fireworks are good, I'm the @$*##@% queen of fireworks.'
"Yo Karma, wakey wakey. We're in like deep do do here".
Karma struggled to open her eyes as Jubilee began pacing the cell. She saw that Jubilee had gotten her hands in front of her and was cussing and kicking the wall. She was wondering if her new friend was was losing it.
Jubilee finally calmed down some. These ninja jerks were just making her so mad! She looked around and saw a small piece of brick in the corner of the bare cell. 'It'll have to do,' she thought as she rubbed the egde sharp against the concrete floor and then begain to cut through her ropes.
"Those *&%$$#@@ ninjas are so dead when I get out of here."
A quote that her classmate beast had said once flashed through her mind. "'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned' or in my case kidnapped. Beasty boy you have no clue." Jubilee kept working on the ropes and muttering to herself.
Lurker
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He had taught Logan long ago that one of the keys to winning any battle was to choose your battlefield wisely and make your enemy come to you. Now that he had Mariko, Karma, and Jubilee, it was only a matter of time before Logan appeared. He had to be ready. This body had served him well, but while it had aged and slowed, Logan's had remained the same. He was no longer sure he could defeat him in an even match.
'It is time to transfer my essence to the girl, before Logan arrives.' Ogun thought.
"Bring Jubilee to me."
-----
Jubilee had seen and heard the ninjas carry in Mariko, Miko, and another samurai over an hour ago. They were all unconscious and bound, like she and Karma had been when they'd arrived. 'Whatever this guy's up to, he wants the gang all here when he does it,' she had thought.
Now, when she was strands away from releasing herself from her bonds. The ninjas had returned. She heard them approaching her cell and she and Karma took defensive postures, ready to attack when the door opened.
However, instead of the door opening, the room began to fill with gas. She raised her still bound hands and paffed the door, desperately trying to escape the sickeningly sweet fog. 'How'm I supposed to get out of here if these guys won't fight fair?' she thought as she collapsed.
-----
He had to hand it to the kid. Whatever else he was, he was a good thief. He'd cracked the code on the door and by-passed all the security systems to get them to the holding cells. Logan could smell Karma, Mariko, Miko, and some other prisoners here, but Jubilee's scent lead away and up the stairs.
"You guys stay here and get everyone out. I'm going after Jubilee."
"Non, I'll join you."
"Gambit, Tyger needs your help getting all these cells open. Once you help everyone get away, you can come looking for me, but not before." and with that, Logan turned and loped stealthily up the steps.
-----
Logan'd been able to avoid most of the ninja guards. He dispatched those he'd run into quickly and quietly before they'd had a chance to raise the alarm. Jubilee's scent kept leading up, and eventually, he found himself on the roof. He found her and Ogun alone in the middle of the roof garden. Jubilee was spread out on some sort of sculpture or altar and Ogun was standing over her.
Ogun started to speak, and although the words were definitely Japanese, Logan didn't recognize them and couldn't make out what Ogun was saying. Jubilee started to groan and shift while Ogun reached out towards her.
"Get away from her." Logan said, unsheathing his claws and charging for the pair.
Ogun backed away swiftly, picking up his katana blade in one smooth motion. He took in the sight of Logan, growling, his claws shining in the moonlight.
"So, Logan-san." He said, pointing to the other katana resting next to Jubilee. "Will you fight me like an animal or will your fight like a man?"
"Your funeral, bub. I don't care how I kill ya, but I am gonna kill ya." As he picked up the blade, he spared a glance at Jubilee. She seemed more restfully asleep than she had moments before and the moaning had stopped. It was his fault she was here. He had to get her away, keep her safe.
Ogun attacked and Logan defended, then ran quickly moving the fight as far away from Jubilee as possible in the roof garden. He didn't want her hurt by an errant strike.
As Ogun got close enough to strike again, Logan blocked and then swept his own blade at the master. He didn't even have to think about the movements, they just came; his body moving without his conscious commands.
-----
The fight had already seemed to have lasted for hours, even though it had been only a few minutes. Each dueler striking, parrying, blocking, looking for weaknesses in their opponent. Both had received hits, but none were sufficient to turn the tide of the fight.
Then Ogun saw his opportunity. One day, many decades ago, when he'd been training Logan, the younger man had confided to him. "Master, I don't think I can be killed."
"Every man has weaknesses, Logan-san. A man who does not think he can be defeated has already defeated himself. He will be the victim of his own arrogance."
"Well, maybe if someone cut off my head. Maybe that would kill me, but other than that, I don't know."
When Logan had blocked that last strike, he had brought his sword a fraction of an inch too low. It was a mistake and Ogun attacked before it could be corrected. He swept his katana and struck Logan in the neck. The blade cut through skin, muscle, arteries, and windpipe before it struck adamantium and came to a jarring stop.
-----
Ogun was a master, and Logan knew that in order to win this fight, he couldn't wait for an opening; he had to make one. He had a healing factor and an adamantium skeleton. He could use them to his advantage.
He lowered his sword a little too much defending that last strike and waited to see if Ogun would take the bait. He did, striking with alarming speed. He wasn't fast enough to see or prevent the counter-attack, though, as Logan's blade entered his chest and pierced his heart.
Logan stumbled and dropped the sword with its suddenly dead weight. He put both hands up to his neck, trying to stauch the flow, his life-blood pumping out of his wound with every beat of his heart. He tried to take in a breath, but only liquid filled his lungs. Weakness filled his body and he fell to his knees.
Khaki
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Nick Fury stepped out of the UN Building and pulled out his lighter. He had just finished a two hour meeting with a bunch of paper pushing bureaucrats in a no-smoking building and was in desperate need of nicotine before he just opened fire on everyone inside. He put up with jumping through the hoops because it was the only way to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. funded. He had just inhaled deeply when he heard a voice to his left.
"Col. Fury, Just the man I was hoping to run into".
It was Ambassador Becker, the USA member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. oversite commision. Fury inhaled again and counted to ten.
"While disappointed with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s handling of the security at Ellis Island, I am impressed with the solution you have come up with for dealing with the mutant situation. A team of trained mutants that could perform surgical strikes against their own kind does put us on a more even playing field." Ambassador Becker said.
"You already voiced your approval at the meeting," Fury pointed out, "and I've got another meeting to attend on the helicarrier."
"Always to the point. Actually this was a bit more personal. You have been looking for a missing friend, a man named Logan for many years now. I have some information for you."
"What do you know about Logan?" Fury was suddenly all ears. The next meeting could wait.
"Perhaps we could continue this discussion on the way to your car? There are quite a few people around." Becker motioned in the direction of the parking lot and they begain walking. "As you know I was the assistant director of the CIA before my appointment here. The information I have is strictly on a need to know basis. Your friend was part of a team of operatives that worked as part of joint venture between the USA and Canada during the Cold War. Logan was deep cover. Things happen when agents go deep. What he was involved in was and still is classified and not in your jurisdiction. I would hate to see your funding jeopardized due to S.H.I.E.L.D. violating the soverign rights of member nations. What you do need to know is that we need to contact him. Do you know where he is?" They stopped in front of Fury's car.
Fury looked Becker in the eye "Not a clue." he said as he exhaled letting the breeze blow the smoke into the Becker's eyes. He climbed into his car as Becker coughed. "I do know my jurisdiction covers investigating the gross violation of human rights no matter what country they are citizens of, and last I knew, that didn't make exceptions due to their genetics. I have to get to my meeting now but I'm sure we'll talk again soon." Fury left before he took the man apart. He reached down and opened a link to the helicarrier.
"Dum Dum?"
"Here, Nick. You're late."
"I want you to look up any joint operations between the USA and Canada during the Cold War, particulaly any teams the former Assistant Director Becker may have ties to. And get a judge to let you tap his phones."
-----
Becker reached for his cell phone. His associates would not be happy. $@@#% mutants were more trouble than they were worth. The whole lot of them should be taken out and shot. If Fury ever found out about Weapon X they would all be up on charges.
-----
Gambit made a new personal record on the cell locks and raced up the stairs leaving the others to follow. They caught up as he stopped at a landing to try and figure out which way Logan had gone. Faint noises caused him to look up at the ceiling. They headed to the roof.
What they saw when they got there made everyone pause as the two matched warriors fought oblivious to everything but their battle. Remy tore his eyes away to search for Jubilee. She was laying still on some kind of altar on the other side of the roof.
'No! I am too late!' Remy ran over to her still form and not seeing any wounds placed his hand at the side of her throat to check for a pulse.
"Hey! Your hands are cold!" Jubilee said as she opened her eyes and put her hand on her forehead. "I am like so tired of these headaches."
Gambit pulled her into his arms and nearly crushed her as her hugged her in relief.
"It's good to see you too, but I would like to breathe at some point today," she managed to get out. The noise behind her made her turn her head as Remy eased his grip. She watched in horror as Ogun's blade sank into Logan's neck.
Jubilee was out of Remy's arms and running as Logan hit the roof top.
-----
Tyger and Mariko both jumped to help Logan. Tyger held him upright to try to keep him from drowning in his own blood as Mariko took off her scarf and tried to apply pressure to slow the flow. They exchanged a look over the top of his head. If they didn't stop the bleeding not even his healing factor would save him.
Jubilee ran up as fast as her legs would take her. Still fighting the drugs in her system, she saw the damaged tissue and tried to think of what she could do to help. She tried to think of what Dr. Grey would do. Then she remembered that in the medical lab Dr. Grey had a laser to stop the bleeding during surgery. Concentrating very hard, Jubilee created a small sustained spark at her fingertip and put it up to Logan's neck. She slowly began to cauterize the wound, stopping the bleeding. Logan's healing factor did the rest.
Within minutes he was breathing normally and starting to lose the paleness.
Jubilee was about to pass out from the drugs and effort. Remy wrapped her in his coat and held her, happy that she was all right.
"Now would be as good a time as ever to have our talk would it not?" asked Mariko as she retrieved the sword that Logan had used in the fight.
Tyger still holding Logan nodded her head.
"I know that you did not kill my father. The one responsible is lying dead there. The proof of this is the sword that I now hold. It is my family's honor sword carried by my father. It has been in my family for almost 1000 years. He would only have relinquished it at death. That Ogun had it shows that he was the one responsible for my father's death. My family has no reason to fight you. As the only child of my father, I now take his place at its head. My people will leave Madripoor within the week. You have my word."
"I will accept your word. There will be no blood shed between us."
Mariko stood and bowed. She looked to the now conscious Logan. "Thank you Logan. You have kept your word to me and done my family a great service. I am in your debt." She again bowed, then stood and motioned to her people to follow as she left.
Lurker
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Tyger looked around at the people left on the roof. Logan was still pale. Even though his wounds were healing, he'd lost a lot of blood. He needed rest to give his body time to replenish itself. Jubilee and Karma didn't look much better. They were obviously still affected by whatever drugs they had been given, eyes drooping and bodies sluggish and wilted.
She turned to Gambit. "Help me get them back to my place."
-----
The meeting had taken a lot longer than he'd thought. It been hours, and he'd wanted to know if Dum Dum had found anything the entire time.
"Well, anything?" Nick said as he entered the room.
"The only US/Canadian project Becker was involved in is ultra-top secret. Couldn't find more than one sentence on it in all the records. All I've got is a code name for the project: Weapon X."
"Well, it's a start. What've you been able to find on Logan?" He'd lied to Ambassador Becker. He knew Logan was somewhere in Madripoor from what Nickie had told him. He just didn't know exactly where.
"That's the good news. Looks like whatever happened to him, he's been able to take care of it. I've got a Logan W. Patch with a ticket from Madripoor to New York. Flight leaves tomorrow."
"How d'ya know it's him?"
"He's traveling with a Remy LeBeau and a Jubilation Lee. Isn't that the name of the kid that hitched a ride up here last week?"
"Yep, that's the one."
-----
"Don't worry, Darlin'. I won't forget you again. I'll stay in touch, and I'll definitely be back."
"You'd better. For your own good."
They were saying their goodbyes at the entrance to the airport. Made things easier that way.
"Thanks for the clothes." Jubilee said.
"Don't sweat it," Karma replied. "It was... interesting... fun. We'll have to do it again. Well not the kidnapping bit, but, you know."
"Yeah. Hey, come to New York and I'll show you around. Return the favor."
"Hey, yeah, let's. Sounds good."
"C'mon, Jubes. Time to go."
"Yeah, Gambit ready to go home, non?"
-----
When they reached the metal detectors, Logan entered with a sense of dread and deja vu. The alarms went off, pealing through the halls.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to remove any keys, watches, or other metals from your person."
"Can't."
"Pardon?"
Jubilee jumped in. "What he means is that he's got some of those surgical implants, ya know? Artificial hips and stuff. That's what's setting off the detector. Why don't you just frisk him? You'll see he's not carrying anything, and we can go."
When a quick pat down didn't produce any weapons, they were free to go to their plane. Once they were out of sight, Logan leaned over to Jubilee.
"Thanks, kid. That was quick thinking."
"What would you do without me?"
Khaki
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Logan leaned back in his seat. Plane rides were one of the times he was secretly glad he was short. He looked over at Jubilee and the Cajun kid sitting across the aisle from him. The Cajun had out a deck of cards and was teaching her how to cheat at poker.
'All those years wandering around alone, wondering who I was and where I belonged. Thing is that now I know a lot more, it don't change who I am inside, just showed me that there is something worthwhile in there somewhere. As to where I belong, I made a promise to Marie. It's time I kept it. Chuck did what he said. He found my past for me, though I don't think he meant it this way. He's also right in setting up a safe place for these kids.'
~I'm glad you think so, Logan.~
Logan sat up with a start. ~Get out of my head, Chuck.~
~I was just checking to see that you were making it home all right. I'll have Marie and Storm at the airport to pick you up. Welcome home, Logan. I am pleased that you have decided to join my X-Men.~ and the presence was gone.
Logan ignored the stares from Remy and Jubilee and leaned back into his seat again. He pulled the battered cowboy hat that had been returned to him by Tyger over his eyes and drifted off to sleep listening to the two teenagers talking quietly next to him.
Lurker