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The ancient dusty smell of musty old books assaulted both Rogue and James' noses as they walked into the old building. The outside was crumbling apart with the help of the long gnarly vines climbing their way up the brick walls, but the inside looked newer and warmer.
Rogue stifled a sneeze in the sleeve of her jacket, "Uhg, I know this was my idea to come here… but haven't these people heard of a vacuum?"
James shrugged smirking slightly; the place wasn't exactly the cleanest of places he had seen. A sickly thin looking woman approached them shoving her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "Can I help you?" She asked snidely straightening the bun her hair was in.
Rogue sniffed loudly pulling a Kleenex from her jacket, she glared at the woman, "Yea, we're lookin' for documents on someone-"
"Who?" The woman interrupted briskly walking behind the counter and to her computer where she typed something in.
"James Howlett." James said before Rogue could answer, she sighed and turned away to blow her nose.
The librarian typed the name in, "We have a few documents on him…" She said slowly, "Right this way." Motioning with her right hand, she led the two to a section in the back of the building, "You can find a bit about him in here." She pointed to a shelf of books and turned quickly walking away with her nose up in the air.
"She was charming." Rogue snorted sarcastically glaring at the woman's retreating back.
James ignored her dropping to his knees and pulled out a book, "The Black Ops." He read dusting the cover off gently and set it down pulling out another book, "Captain America," He frowned wiping the cover clean, "What does Captain America have to do with Logan?"
Rogue sat down next to him taking the 'Black Ops' book and began flipping through it, "'m not sure… hey isn' that him?" She pointed to a black and white picture of three men and a woman in uniform standing before a truck. James turned his head looking over the picture, "Yea," He nodded, "What's that 'bout 'nyways?"
Rogue shrugged scanning over the page, "About a group that did secret missions." She closed the book and held it up, "Not that thick, think they have it all or all they could find?"
"There's more they just don't know 'bout it." James frowned looking through the pictures in the 'Captain America' book.
Rogue glanced at him awkwardly before pulling out another book, this one newer looking but still just as dusty. She cleaned it off finding that it didn't contain a title and flipped it open to handwritten scribbles dated from 1980 to 1987.
"Hey look at this," She tapped James on the shoulder and moved closer to him so that he could see the journal better, "I think it's our guys. And look," She pointed inside the cover and then flipped it over and opened the back, "No card. It's not the libraries."
James took the book, "Think it was hidden here?"
Rogue shrugged climbing to her feet, "Take it an' let's get outta here," She closed her eyes rubbing her temples, "I'm getting a headache."
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-I don't know how old I really am; they'll pro'ly guess or somethin'. Not that I'll care, I'll be dead 'nyways. After a decade an' a half o' searching I finally found some answers, my name, my real name is James Howlett. Why I changed it to Logan 'm not sure yet-
Rogue sighed flipping over in her sleep; distracted I closed the journal and turned off the light. Just, well maybe I shouldn't say 'just' but rather four long hours ago Rogue an' me snuck the journal out of the dusty old library. The old hag of a librarian glared at us as we smiled impishly at her while we left, Rogue even giving the building the finger as we raced towards the 'van. That girl can be overly cocky at times, only one of the reasons I like her.
An hour later we pulled up to a diner where I stashed the journal in the glove compartment before going inside. The place was nice, warm, and to both our relief, dust free.
But not cranky old people free.
We were just settling in to having our dinner when this blonde jackass came up to our table and started hitting on Rogue like I wasn't even there. Then he grabbed her arm, lucky for her, she had long sleeves on, and I say that because I'm pretty sure if he had touched her she would have zapped all his stupidity into her. She pulled free of his grasp and the asshole goes to hit her, and that's when I lost it. The next thing the punk knew he was sprawled out on his back with a bloody nose and I had six bone claws sliding out the backs of my hands.
Where the Hell the claws came from I'm not even sure, but I wasn't about to let that slow me down with usin' them on that jerk. But the hand on my arm pulling me away did. We left the diner in silence, everyone inside staring at us with wide-eyed freaked out expressions. It woulda been funny on any other occasion.
Two hours later Rogue climbed back into the van with a bag of groceries glanced at me but didn't say a word. She hasn't spoken to me since and that's probably why the time has been going by so slow. I haven't even read that much of the journal yet, just those couple of sentences.
"Your hands better?" I glance over at Rogue; she stares back at me through the darkness from the bed. I nod swinging my feet up onto the couch, "Yea darlin', they're fine."
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