Standard disclaimers listed on the first chapter. My old memories of X-Men (crowded with dabblings in the cartoons, comics and movies) may be off and some of my Dark Angel memories may be off toobut I'll try to stay true. Actually I may just make if vague if I'm not sure. Just email me if anything seems wrong that I should change. I don't mind constructive criticism.

After dinner Max left to hang out at Crash with her friends Logan rolled back into the dark room. Sitting in front of the computer he began contacting all the sources he could about Wolverine, as he assumed that was who Xavier wanted him to find. Of course if Lydecker when after him Logan had a feeling Manticore would be getting a taste of Adamamtium and some feral anger. Remembering Wolverine's temper he smiled picturing Lydecker and Renfro running around watching Manticore burn. But if Xavier was right they may have had help taking Wolverine down.

Picking up the phone he sighed and placed a call.

"Hello Logan," A feminine voice purred into the phone, "you never write, you never call I thought you just about died. A girl gets the feeling you don't like her anymore"

"Hello Simone, you know why I cut those connections years ago. I need help."

"Moi, I thought you cut those little connections.."

"It's Wolverine." There was silence as a feelings of playfulness turned to seriousness reached him even with the drugs in his system.

"Information now," the voice now very serious with a hint of anger demanded.

"Xavier emailed me earlier saying he was taken and possibly being held near Seattle"

"Wolverine, they gotta death wish. No way he would be taken."

"I'm not certain but it could be true, Xavier wouldn't make it seem serious and write me just to chat. It's a serious concern that links with what I know about the characters that make or may not have him."

"No one holds Wolverine."

"Except these people may be related to Manticore and Weapon X programme." There was a long silence as Simone considered his words.

"Stupid black ops creating those poor chimeras to take on the world… to take on the mutants, I thought they gave up before the pulse." Simone's bitter voice sounded tired. "I'll do a look see if any info pops up and I'll email you"

"Thanks."

"So if it's big you gonna put alway those pills and get outta that stupid chair or you be playing Eyes Only on this little rescue"

"How.. "

"I know you Logan, you may not be with the X-Menbut you still have that Hero itch to scratch and that little kitty cat you have helping isn't very quiet like her littermates. Those little incidents like the conference raised some eyebrows. Heck I didn't notice until after you were there too. I just put two and two together and you know…"

"It's my business, Simone, I know you're discrete," Logan ended that as an open ended question.

"Humph, whatever. Go back to your computers and I'll check my end. Oh, what would your little kitty cat think about your little gift? Ciao." She hung up before Logan could make a scathing comment and left him staring at the drawer.

Logan remembered back when they were young and he first meet Simone. Beaten within every inch of her body and rescued by Wolverine. She owed Wolverine big. Becoming good friends was easy but getting her to heal was hard. Hating the strict confines of the Institute, she left to who knows where.

He knew she had contacts with intelligence before he left the institute and every once in a while she would email him a little hint for Eyes Only work. He didn't know she knew that much through. He ought to of known that she, who knew him the best back in school, would know he was Eyes Only.

She was angry with him for a long time because he gave up his powers. Hell, the last time they had a big argument it was over the wheelchair. She wanted him to give the pills up to heal, but he was afraid. Afraid of what after all these years he wasn't sure but seeing the destruction he left long ago made him wish the wheelchair was his only punishment.