What kind of man is this, she thought. He is able to take on four heavily armed men and not have a scratch on him. She had been close enough to the cabin to hear any gunshots but she can swear that there were none. She knew these guys. They were pros. They wouldn't have made the mistakes she did. They would have shot to kill if they were given the chance. Evidently, Logan didn't give them a chance.
"How many teams were after you," he asked?
"At least three," she told him. "All groups of four. I'm sure there will be more but not for a couple of days. When they don't report in, another team will be sent to their last location. They'll start looking from there."
"Figured," he said. "That's what I'd do."
"They're very hard to shake," she told him. "I lost a team in Portland four days ago but only because a friend was willing to die for me. I can't let that happen again."
"Don't worry, darlin. I'm used to being hunted by the best." he told her. "We'll head south, for the States, the head east."
"Where are we going?"
"Westchester, New York," he told her. "I have a friend who has a house there that is very well protected."
"Logan," she began.
"Don't worry," he interrupted. "This guy won't let you get hurt. Neither will I."
They drove several hours before stopping for lunch. Logan found them a small diner with a good view of the road to eat in. As they ate, she explained what has been happening to her for the past year.
"I'm a geneticist," she explained. "For the past ten years, I have been working on a research project for BioGen labs in Seattle. We have been looking into the workings of the X factor, why it is so versatile. How it can cause so many different mutations. Why it is manifested in so many different ways. Why it is sometimes not active while other times it is so active that the subject is highly dangerous."
"I get the picture," he growled. He wasn't stupid. He also wasn't a scary big brain. Talk about how the mutations manifested themselves made him uncomfortable. "Get on with it."
"I was in charge of obtaining test subjects. I would identify a possible subject and I would send a team to talk with the family or the individual about participating in the project. About a year ago, I became curious as to what the researchers were doing and I hacked into their computer." She stopped and gulped. This was going to be delicate. Logan may not like what she was about to say.
"Not all of the test subjects were willing participants," he finished for her.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"I see it too much."
"I went to the doctor in charge of the project at first. The next day, I found myself demoted to lab assistant and given test tubes to wash. That's when I knew I was in trouble. I had to get out before the found out I knew more. I copied all of the files and ran. That was two weeks ago. I need to get to Washington and present my evidence to a sympathetic ear."
"Not sure you'll find one, darlin."
"There has to be someone sympathetic to the Mutants. The group is very large. I know that there are several mutants that are rich and powerful. Maybe I need to talk with them."
"Most of the rich ones don't care about the struggles of the poor ones. They are hiding themselves in the general population. The don't want to be exposed." he told her. "You'd have a hard time getting any of them to listen to ya ."
"What about Warren Worthington. He can't hide. He has wings for God's sake."
"Angel boy was hurt on a mission last month." Where did that memory come from?
"What," she whispered. "You know him?"
"We've met," he said.
"You know the X Men?"
"Yeah, I know em."
"Logan," she began grabbing his hand.
Suddenly, her eyes lost their focus and her skin paled.
"Kate," he asked?
"Kate, come back to me."
She was gone less than a minute. As quickly as her eyes lost their focus, it returned.
"What just happened," Logan asked in a low whisper.
"I'm sorry," she replied. "Did you just say something?"
"Kate, are you telepathic?"
"No," she replied. "Much worse."
"Well," he said when she didn't elaborate. "What's worse?"
"I'm precognitive." she said in a frightened whisper. "I see what's coming."