CHAPTER 1
Joss Darko ran. She had been running for twelve blocks and the seven men chasing her hadn't let up yet. She rounded a corner and pelted down the alley recognising the bar hidden away there as an English run establishment frequented by lovers of English and Irish folk music, run by a friend of hers, Ferdinand, a mutant like herself.
Wondering whether she should try to find a few of her friends inside to help her out Joss saw a brawl in progress through the window and decided against it. She noticed a man inspecting damage to the front windshield of his car and was tempted to go against her usual principles and hide behind him but noticing he stunk of beer, thought better and instead turned another corner only to find herself facing a wall.
Joss was beginning to regret trying to swindle her pursuers in their dealings, how was she supposed to know that one of those seven thick truckers actually knew the difference between a real 2ounce 24 carat Aztec diamond and the equally shiny glass kind? Perhaps it would be best to only sell her goods to her usual contacts on the black market in future.
Logan slipped out of 'The Acoustic Motorbike' where he'd been drinking, ducking as a chair sailed over his head out of the door cracking the windscreen of his new black jeep parked directly outside.
He growled in displeasure and contemplated going back in to finish the fight he'd started, he had been starting to regret hitting guy who'd knocked into him and neglected to apologise, but surveying the damage to his car any trace of remorse was gone, replaced only with regret for not having hit him harder, that was Charlie's influence, he thought, growing soft, shaking his head. Either that or he couldn't face the thought of going back in and enduring that awful guitar playing English man who'd been yodelling on the stage for the past hour.
The jeep wasn't really new but it was perfectly serviceable and Logan had grown rather fond of it over past two weeks, it didntt have the kind of accessories that could be found on Cyclops's motorbike but after he'd gotten that written off the month before in a crash he'd decided to get a car of his own. Cursing to himself he reached into his pocket for the keys but froze as he heard footsteps coming up behind him.
"Hey, Freak!" a gruff voice demanded.
"Oh great!" He muttered thinking it was probably some guy from the bar who had him heal when the offender had hit him back and come looking for trouble. "Sorry Charlie!" Turning round, preparing to kick some homo-sapien ass Logan was surprised to see that the speaker and the other six guys he'd identified by smell as truckers before he'd even turned around were not actually looking at him but were instead tailing someone in to the dark, wide alley that backed onto the side of the bar.