A/n: Thanks guys for all the great reviews!

Crystal113- I considered your review and finally realized that's why the name sounded so oddly familiar to me! Anyways, I'm sure you'll be happy to know I kind of inadvertently changed it. The new name as you will see is Âzâd Farq. The translation of that is 'Free Difference'. (Or at least, I believe it is. Anyone out there who speaks Farsi, feel free to correct me!)

Anyways, a big thanks again for all the reviews! Y'all rock! On with the story!!!!

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Logan blinked at the sight before him. There stood a solitary younger man, dressed to a tee in designer clothing. Nicely tanned skin, dark hair. Chiseled features. Not exactly the type of person usually to be found in the near deserted neighborhood of their inner city apartment. Suspicious, Logan looked then unmoving man up and down slowly. He didn't seem armed, or any threat at all.

Finally, Logan spoke. "Can I help ya, bub?" He said in a near grunt.

The visitor's formerly frozen stone face broke into a grin. "I am looking for a…. Pyro?" He questioned with a faint accent.

With another intense look, Logan slowly turned and called for John. Moments later, John came impatiently over, mumbling about wasting his time. When he saw past Logan's shoulder to the visitor, his jaw dropped slightly.

"Mr. Khoumani!" John stuttered, pushing his way past Logan to shake the man's hand. Logan, feeling a bit lost and also miffed by being pushed aside simply stared through John's eager self-introduction. Of course, Logan's feelings went entirely unnoticed by John as he ushered this Khoumani fellow into the apartment.

As John excitedly droned on and on, Logan remained at the open door, watching how the two interacted. The visitor seemed to be ignoring John immensely and was instead surveying the apartment. He took a few steps away from John, trying to catch a clear vie of the hall. When John finally noticed he was not holding his guest's attention, he paused. He watched Khoumani for a moment before asking what he was doing. Khoumani was silent, just giving a single nod. He straightened up, clapped his hands loudly and disappeared.

John's eyes widened as he gaped at the spot Khoumani had vanished and was dimly aware of Logan's swearing from behind.

"I am sorry for my diversion," A voice called from outside the door. Both Logan and John turned in near unison to see the owner of the voice. It was Khoumani, a trace of a smirk on his face. Behind him stood two burly bodyguards and two older teens behind them.

Khoumani walked casually in. "Unfortunately, before I enter a building, I like to check it out first," He said with a smile. He turned to John. "Where can my assistants store their equipment?" He asked.

John blinked, obviously thrown off by the prior experience. "Um, anywhere. There are several empty room down the hall." He said, gesturing towards the bare hallway. Khoumani turned and rattled off a few words in what Logan assumed to be Arabic t his guards. They promptly went down the hall, leaving only Khoumani and the teens.

"May we sit down?" Khoumani asked, gesturing smoothly towards the makeshift living room.

"Yes, of course!" John said, leading them in.

As the five of them sat down, Khoumani introduced himself as Reza and introduced the two younger members of his party as his sister and Amir Mohammed Al-Shaiq. At hearing the sound of his name, Amir seemed to wince.

"So, shall we?" Khoumani began.

John looked at him confused.

Khoumani gave a small laugh and shook his head. "Shall we begin?" He rephrased.

As John realized what the man had meant, an embarrassed look crossed his face. He rapidly nodded as his face turned a pale red.

Khoumani withdrew a dark leather briefcase seemingly out of nowhere. From within, he withdrew several legal documents.

"I will be needing your signature. For legal reasons," Khoumani casually stated, placing the paper and a pen on the coffee table between the two sides and sliding it towards John.

As John picked it up, his eyes grazed over the top to look at Khoumani. "I thought you ran an illegal organization." He said with a slight trace of sarcasm in his voice.

Khoumani blinked. "Yes, but it is for our records." He amended. At that, John signed and handed the paper and pen back.

Khoumani smiled, and filed the paper back into his briefcase. "As you may have noticed," He began, "The document you just signed was part of a non-disclosure agreement. Whatever we say or do, you are obliged to keep to yourselves. This goes for you too," Khoumani said with a nod in Logan's direction.

Logan rolled his eyes. "How about you just cut the crap," He said, leaning in closer. "Let's do this and get the damn deal over with so I can get out of here." Logan said through his clenched teeth.

Khoumani glanced at Logan then John, noting the distance and unrest between them. "Of course," He said.

"As I am sure you are aware, the title 'Mos Etta' is a front for the really deep shit we do," Khoumani stated.

John exchanged a quick, confused look with Logan.

"Apparently not." Khoumani said with what sounded like a sigh. "I will make this short so we can get back to business," He said with a glance towards Logan, who snorted.

"Mos Etta is a front used for typical black market type of arrangements."

"Arrangements?"

"You need a hit man? We will find you one. Or if you need a shipment of something here or there safely, we can arrange that. Pretty much anything of those sorts. I use mainly humans for this, the occasional weaker mutant. But, for those serious customers, then they require the services of Âzâd Farq. Âzâd Farq is composed of my best men; and we are responsible for the dirty work. Perhaps you remember that big attack with LA, Las Vegas, and of course New York City…." Khoumani trailed off.

"I had heard that, just not the name," John admitted.

"Most people haven't." Khoumani coldly replied. "But anyway, we have arrangements to make and projects to plan." He leaned over and withdrew several folded up maps from his briefcase. He took his time unfolding them and laying them out on the table. The maps were aerial shots of the camp and the surrounding area.

"We enter from here," He said, making a bold check mark on the map with a thick blue marker. "We need a diversion to come through here, perhaps here as well," He stated making two more marks on the map on opposite sides of the camp.

Suddenly, John began to twitch. This went unnoticed until Khoumani looked up. Concern crossed his face as he asked Logan if that was normal. Logan looked over and cursed. The four of them stared as John's body was racked with convulsions, which stopped suddenly a minute later. John blinked then gave a smile, uncomfortable smile. He turned to Logan and flashed a bigger grin.

"Told you I'd be back," came the feeble explanation from John's mouth. Logan sighed and placed his forehead in his hands.

Confused, Khoumani asked for 'someone to please explain the situation.'

John's mouth opened to do so, but Logan interrupted him. "We seem to have picked up a little stalker," He said with an annoyed sneer towards John. "This is Brian." He stated, gesturing over to John's body.

Khoumani stared at them blankly.

"Look, It's some kid down at the camp who can enter into other people's heads and take control. Apparently he's grown attached John's body." Logan stated.

Khoumani looked thoughtful. "You can enter anyone?" He asked.

Brian shrugged.

Khoumani stroked his chin. "Enter him," He commanded, pointing to Amir.

Brian nodded, deciding to give it a try. Amir gave a panicked look before he gave a slight quivering. Then, he sat up straighter and blinked a few times.

"Okay," He said. At this point, John had fully taken control back over his body. "What the hell?" He demanded, but was silence by a sharp nudge from Logan.

"Why didn't you shake like with him?" Khoumani asked, gesturing over to where John sat.

Brian shrugged. "This one seemed open to it, compared to John, who subconsciously fights me."

Khoumani smiled. "This may call for a change of plans." He declared, turning back to the spread out maps. He made a few markings, then turned to Amir's body. "Could you…?" He began to question, but Amir stopped him.

"He's gone," Amir said quietly.

Khoumani bit his lip. He withdrew a foreign cell phone from his jacket pocket. As he began dialing, John asked him what he was doing.

Khoumani looked up at John. "I am calling my teleporter. We do this now."