CHAPTER 14: IT'S STILL PERSONAL
He entered the hotel and went to the check-in desk. He was recognized by the older clerk.
"Oh, would you like your usual room, sir? It is available at the moment." He said politely to Logan.
"Yes, thank you Michael that would be fine." Logan signed in using the name that Michael knew him as. Logan took out some of the money he had gotten and paid for the room in cash. The clerk in training widened his eyes. That he had not seen yet, people paying in cash up front. "I'll only be staying the evening, Michael. Just passing thru on personal business, I won't be staying any long than that."
"Very good sir. Would you like your usual dinner sent up to you; or will you come down to the Crystal Room for it?" Michael asked politely.
"To my room, Michael, I'll be sleeping in tonight." Logan said stifling a yawn.
"As you wish, I'll have it sent straight away." Michael said handing Logan a key. "Good night sir."
"Goodnight, Michael." Logan said and walked into the elevator giving Michael a friendly nod and smile.
"Sir, have you known him long?" Asked the clerk in training.
"Since I was your age, Pierson. You've seen that commercial with Dick Clark in it. Where the doorman keeps getting older and Dick Clark stays the same, haven't you?"
"Yes sir." Pierson smiled, remembering.
"He just might be a relative; he too never ages, or seems not to age. Either way, he does pay well, and never causes any trouble." He raised his eyebrow at Pierson. "I believe you need to answer the phone." Pierson simply pounced on the phone.
Logan reached his room and unlocked the door. The room was the same as always. The scent of the former occupants, the aroma of cleaning supplies and that mint candy that they always left on the pillow; was hard to miss.
Logan tossed his overnight bag to one side and decided before he went to sleep he would take a shower. Despite his healing factor his muscles were sore, from the riding and the injuries from the day before. Vic better have a very good reason for using him as a ball.
Just as he finished his shower, room service brought him his usual dinner. He gave the nice youngster a good tip, not a great one but a good one. The youngster gave him a smile and bade him a good night and Logan did the same. Before eating he gave Professor Xavier a call.
"Sorry, Wheels I haven't been able to find him today. I'm going to get some sleep and start looking before dawn. If he's here, I will find him." Logan said firmly.
"Yes, well be careful." The Professor said.
"I'm not worried. After all he said it was business not personal, so I'm not really going to be in any trouble with him. He's the one that's in trouble with me. He owes me a new bike....and a truck." Logan added devilishly.
"Yes, well, I'll let you two work it out, just don't bring an innocent bystanders into it." Xavier said chuckling.
"Don't worry, Chuck. I plan to just talk to him first. Well, my dinner's getting cold and I really need some rest. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. Good night Chuck."
"Good night, James." The Professor countered. Logan felt himself smiling. He hung up and attacked his supper. He turned on the TV and there was some blonde haired Senator going on how dangerous mutants were. Logan stared at the screen with hard eyes.
"Dangerous mutants, huh, what about dangerous Senators?" Logan muttered. "Ya gotta lot of nerve, bub!" He growled at the Senator. He clicked off the TV that was too much TV as far as he was concerned. He finished dinner, turned off the lights and climbed into bed. "Politicians, bah!" He turned onto his side and went to sleep.
Michael was still on duty when Logan left the hotel before the sun came up. He got Scott's bike and began the hour stealing process of locating Vic. The sun was finally up and three hours passed with little or no luck. Not a scent of Vic anywhere in his usual haunts. He felt his stomach rumbled. He was hungry; he had left before the kitchen staff was up and hadn't had breakfast. Oh, well he couldn't locate Vic on an empty stomach; he would need the nourishment if things got out of hand.
Logan went to a all night diner, basically a 24 hour place, it did have some of the best food around and Vic was known to frequent there as well, maybe he would get lucky. He pulled the bike into the parking lot and noticed that there were a few cars there. One in particular stood out. It was a huge muscle car that was customized to a fair the well. The license plate stood out. GRRRRRR was the personalized plate message. Logan chuckled, hmmm. "Damn, that looks like something Vic would drive." Logan pulled along side it. He looked inside. The inside was just as customized. He noticed that it looked like it had plenty of leg room. He took a sniff. Yep. Vic's scent was there. Another scent attracted his attention as well. He had someone with him. It was feminine, no surprise there, women were attracted to Vic. It was the beast, he supposed. Probably the same reason they were attracted to him. He shut off the bike parked it and took off his helmet and walked into the diner. One of the waitresses met him.
"Chair for one, sir?"
"That's not necessary. I see that my party is already here, I'm late...as usual. I'll just join them over there." Logan said and walked casually over to Vic and his companion.