Author: This is such a fun story to write!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolverine/Logan or Sands. They belong to their respected owners. The good people at Marvel and RR and such. But they do make one HELL of a team!
Sands strolled down the dirty street towards the bar, as the morning sun rose slowly over head, a heat already rising off the ground, to cloister him. Ignoring it, he kept walking steadily, pausing only once to check the vibrating of his cellphone, a simple message from Sarah.
Be Careful!
"For fucks sake, Sarah, you're such a mother hen." Sands muttered, rolling his eyes, stashing the cellphone and pushing the sunglasses back up his nose. With a quick deep breath, he continued on.
Entering the bar, he pushed the cowboy hat back on his head a tad, and lowered the sunglasses enough to scan the bars occupants. Sands had a theory, that in a town like this, the bars NEVER closed, which they probably didn't. But he was happy to see his new partner hadn't skipped out on him.
Logan was sitting at the same table at the back of the bar, reading a paper and smoking a cigar and didn't even register Sands' appearance as he approached the table. Sands grabbed a chair, spun it around and straddled it. "So then, we all peachy keen to get on with it?" He asked cheerfully, watching Logan.
Logan finally looked up at him with a bored, passive look. "We got a few things to talk about first, slick."
Sands frowned slightly. "When ever you're ready, Gramps." He watched Logan tap the ashes off his cigar and take a drink from the mug next to him.
Logan drew a long drag, regarding the young man, before he said. "The thing Evans took from you, how long as he had her?"
Sands blinked once, hid the surprise and raised an eyebrow. "How long as he had what?" He replied slightly coyly.
Logan leaned on the table. "Lets not play games, Tiger or there's no deal. How long as Evans had Cerise Stone?"
Sands sighed, straightening his posture and gave Logan a steady look, before he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighting one. "Two weeks." He answered monotone.
Logan considered him, eyeing him in silence, the asked. "How'd he get a hold of her?"
Sands tapped the ashes off his cigarette and gave Logan a dark look, for his inquiring. "In Mexico City. He kidnapped her, to use against me."
"What the hell did you do to piss him off?"
Sands snorted. "The usual..." He muttered. "I made sure his little operation feel out from under him, then I rubbed it in his face."
Logan chuckled then, before taking another drink. "You've got guts, Kid. Not many people get away with rubbing shit in Evans' face. In fact, there's only one other person I know to get away with it."
"Yeah, and who'd that be?" Sands asked, glancing towards the door of the bar, something setting the hair on the back of his neck to tingling.
"Me." Logan answered, sitting the cigar between his teeth. "Lets go, Kid." He got up, shoving the chair back under the table, and tossing a few pesos on the table.
Sands looked up at him, taking the sunglasses off. He didn't even dare glance over his shoulder again at the door. Logan glanced at him, and with an ever so slight jerk of the head, nodded to the back door.
Sands got up, spinning the chair back around and under the table, and started to follow Logan back towards the back door when the gunfire started. Logan shoved Sands into the small hall way the led to the bathrooms and the fire escape.
"This is to fucking early for this!" Sands shouted over the gunfire, pulling his desert eagles from their holsters, under his jacket. Logan came through the door and leaned against the opposite wall as bullets tore through the thin frame.
"I'll second that." He growled. He watched Sands lean around the corner and open fire, before retreating again. "Any idea who they are?" He asked the young man.
"Cartel, by the look of them." Sands answered, before leaning out again. "And they're sneaky bastards." He growled, ducking back a second time. "They're hiding."
Logan glanced around the corner. "They're not hiding, Slick!" He retorted suddenly as the slim black cylinder bounced into the hall with them. A thick lavender smoke began emitting from it. A second gas canister bounced into the all, also admitting the thick smoke.
Sands pulled his shirt front over his mouth and nose as Logan coughed and shoved past him, to the fire exit door. He extened his claws on one hand and sliced through the pad lock and chains, before ripping the door open.
"Ah Fuck!" He swore harshly, seeing the brick wall covering the exit. He heard another gas bomb enter the hallway. He wasn't overly worried about them, his healing factor kept them from effecting him to much.
However, he did start to worry, when he heard Sands. "Hey, Logan..." His voice was muffled, Logan looked over his shoulder at Sands, who was beginning to sage against the wall. Logan shoved past him, grabbing one of the canisters and chunking it back into the main room of the bar. He kicked the other one out the door and grabbed Sands by the upper arm.
"Not even, Slick!" He growled, before shoving him into the women's bathroom and glancing around. The bath room was just disgusting, but Logan could care less as his eyes swept over the room. There was a window above the second stall, big enough for Sands, who was thin enough, to get through.
Logan shattered the window and turned to see Sands shoving his head under a faucet and turning on the water. Loan waited until Sands had soaked his entire head, before saying. "Get out this window. I suggest ya go around to the front and see if you can pick 'em off that way."
Sands shook the water out of his eyes and looked at Logan. Logan could see the young man's eyes were red from the smoke and he still looked a bit fuzzed from the sleeping gas. "Can ya follow those directions?" Logan growled.
"Yes." Sands answered simply, before squeezing past Logan and climbing onto the back tank of the toilet, before pulling himself through the window. It was less then graceful, but it was fast and smooth and Logan had no doubt that if the kid wasn't effected by the gas, it would have been a lot more graceful.
Once he heard the kid drop into the alley way, Logan turned and ripped open the bathroom door. The entire place was full of the thick slightly lavender colored gas. He could hear the cartel members in the main area of the bar cough and shouting orders in spanish, wanting some one to go into the hall and see if either of them were still standing, but no one was volunteering.
Extending the claws on both hands, Logan lunged into the room. The closest cartel man screamed in fear as he saw the figure of Logan coming out of the smoke, but Logan didn't give him a chance to get away, gutting him, before shoving the body at another pair of goons.
The smoke was now so thick, they couldn't open fire with out fear of shooting eachother. Logan blended in and out of it, picking them off one at a time. He was beginning to wonder if either the kid had skipped out on him or ran into trouble, when the windows were shattered by gun fire and streams of sunlight filtered in, piercing through the smoke.
Bullets brought down the three gun men by the door and windows. Logan renewed his attack and by the time the smoke was drifting out the shattered windows into the late morning, bodies lay scattered around the floor.
Logan retracked his claws, looking around at the carnage, before he glanced at the door to see Sands stepping up and surveying the damage. "Evans is getting serious about keeping us away." He said simple, holstering both guns.
"We spooked him yesterday." Logan replied. "He now realizes he has two of us after him. But rather or not he realizes we've teamed up is still to be determined."
Sands was silent a moment as he looked around the bar. Then he turned to Logan. "He took Cerise from me, and I intend on getting back the woman I love!" He hissed dangerously. "And God help him, if he's hurt her!"
Logan looked over at him, their gazes meeting. "I'll help you get her back and put Evans in his grave, Sands." He said seriously. "I knew Cerise's mother...very well."
The two regarded each other a moment, then Sands held out his hand. Logan took it, grasping it.