As they started to walk away, a shot was fired through the air, hitting Cyndal in her left thigh. Logan looked in a hurry to where it came from as another shot came through, passing right by him, as if it were a warning shot to him. Cyndal fell to the ground, in pain. Logan quickly helped her up as they ran back to the tree they were at before, trying to take cover, as a few more shots ran pass.

"Why didn't you pick up their scent?" Cyndal asked Logan.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." he said to her.

"They must be masking their scent, then." she told him as she looked to her new wound. Her pant leg had a small hole to where the bullet had entered. Blood started to seep out. She cussed at the pain. Logan slowing looked around the tree, and another shot came his way. He pulled back in time before it could do anything.

"I think I know where they're at." he told her. "Stay here."

"Trust me, I'm not going anywhere."

The man in the tree smiled to himself as he watched Logan run towards his position.

"That's it, come to me, mutant." he said as he kept his sight on him. He shot again, this time right at Logan's right leg, hoping to slow him down. Logan took the shot but didn't stop. It was like it didn't even faze him. "Resilient bastard." the man whispered under his breath as he took another shot. Before he knew it, Logan seemed to vanish. He wasn't sure if maybe Logan ran behind another tree or was up in one. The man pulled away from his rifle for a moment, trying to find out what happened, when he heard something behind him. He slowly turned to look to find out that he was about to be in a world of pain, or worse, dead. Logan was able to reach him, and attacked him with amazing speed, knocking them both to the ground below. Logan had taken his claws and stabbed the guy in both his legs. The man had screamed as they fell. A loud thud was heard as they impacted. The man was knocked out, but wasn't dead. Logan then began to hear the propellers of a helicopter. He looked above; he couldn't see it, as the trees blocked his view. Cyndal heard it too, and was trying to get up. He made his way back towards her, his wounds healing. Cyndal was limping towards him just as another 'chopper was heard coming their way.

"We need to get out of here, and quick." Logan said as he helped her out, making their way towards his bike.

"I know a place we can go." she told him as they made their way out of the woods. He helped her onto the bike before getting on. The 'choppers didn't seem to notice them as they got away. They headed towards a lake that was fifty miles away from where they were. A cabin was located there. One that belonged to Cyndal's parents. When they passed on, she inherited it. While Cyndal unlocked the front door, Logan made sure to hide his bike, which he hid within some tall bushes that were behind the cabin. Once he went inside, he saw Cyndal was sitting on the couch, trying to remove the bullet that was lodged in her thigh. She wasn't having any luck, so he decided that he would help her.

"I can do a better job." he told her as he walked over. "It may hurt though." She didn't reject as he made only one of his claws come out, part way. He then slowly began to enter it within the wound. New blood began to come out as he went a bit deeper, she cringed a bit. He was then able to pop the bullet out with no problem. He then used a cloth that was near her that she had gotten. He used it to wrap it around the wound. He then got up and began to make his way towards a table. She moved herself around to see him.

"I wish I had your power." she said to him.

"My healing factor? No you don't." he informed her.

"And why not?"

"I'll tell ya why. 'Cause you can't die. You have no idea how many times I've died and come back. That and you end up out living others, like ones you love." he told her. She could tell that he was upset about her saying that. She turned back around, to let him be. Logan noticed a newspaper that was on the table, dated two days ago. He picked it up and looked at the front page. The headline read 'New Mutant Tracking Device'. He scanned the article and read that a prototype was to be reveled in a week. He then put the paper down and looked to Cyndal, who was now lying on the couch.

"What's on that disk?" he asked.

"Info about a prototype."

"It wouldn't happen to be this, would it?" he asked as he tossed the newspaper on her. She looked down to her chest were it lay. She picked it up and began to read it. She jerked up when she read about the revel.

"Damn them!" she yelled. "I didn't think they had one made yet." she said upset. "We have to destroy it."

"Just what does this thing do?" he asked her.

"It tracks mutants and apprehends them. If the mutant resists, it's programmed to kill them. It also has a function that can read what powers a mutant has and its AI tells it how to go about the capture. But the worst thing is, it's made of a strong metal. Probably as strong as your skeleton. " she told him.

"Probably? I bet you I could take it on, with no problem." he told her. She looked to him.

"You're so full of yourself." she said while holding back a laugh. "Looks like we need to head to New York city. Just where I was heading before I ran into you." she told him. "You up for it, or are you scared you're going to run into them?"

"I'm going. I want to see this damn thing and give it what it deserves." he told her.

"Good." she said as she tossed the paper to the floor and lay back down. "I need a cat nap." she told him. "You can take the bedroom, if you want."

Logan sighed to himself as he went back to table and sat, thinking about things before he decided to lie down. He knew that they would be on the road for some time as they were four states away from New York. So a little nap began to sound good. He walked into the bedroom and took off his jacket and tossed it on one side of the bed before taking off his boots and shirt. He then lay down in the bed and closed his eyes.

Logan didn't seem to sleep good at all, as he tossed and turned, as he does a lot. He's lived a hard life, and nightmares seem to be the only thing that fills his head as he sleeps. Old and new memories ran through his mind, good and bad. Memories of past missions with the X-Men, ones that didn't go right. The one where he went berserk and attacked his fellow teammates. The anger and rage he kept pent up had finally came out, one of the reasons he was taking a break from them. Then his nightmare changed as he saw Cyndal walk towards him, begging and pleading for him to help her, to find a mutant that she had to speak with. He then saw as the apartment building they were in come crashing down on them, his nightmare making Cyndal laugh a sinister laugh. He then woke in a cold sweat, sitting up in the bed. He got up and made his way back to the living room. Cyndal was awake and had the TV on.

"Was wondering when you were getting up. Had them nightmares again, huh." she said to him as she kept her eyes on the TV.

"How long was I out for?"

"A few hours. It's almost eleven at night." she told him. "Logan, can I ask you something?" she said as she turned around on the couch to look at him, as he was standing behind her. She looked up at him.

"Ask me? Since when do you ask for permission to ask me something?" he said with a smirk.

"Why don't you ever open up? You know, talking about things may help get rid of those nightmares." she told him.

"I'm fine. I don't like talking about that stuff, you should know that." he said as he made his way around the couch and sat down.

"I'm only trying to help." she added, still looking at him. He looked to her and laughed.

"You, help me?" he said. "You're funny."

"I'm trying to change, ok." she said, upset. She went back to watching the TV program. He was still looking at her.

"Alright. I'll let you know when I need help." he told her as he then too began to watch the TV. What was playing was some old variety show. It was in black and white and seemed kind of bland in some parts. "What the hell are we watching?"

"I don't know. Nothing else good on." she told him. "We leaving in the morning?"

"Yea. The sooner we get there the better."

"Logan."

"Yea."

"I'm sorry. I really am." she told him as she began to feel guilt for the things she did to him in the past. "I didn't mean to lie to you, I didn't want to hurt you, I was only following orders," she said as she went on, trying to tell him how she felt over the whole matter, she glanced towards the ground as she was talking.

"It's ok." he said back as he patted her on her leg so she would calm down.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked, looking at him once again, hoping he did.

"I didn't say that. At least, not yet." he informed her. "Maybe once all this is said and done, then, maybe." he added. "You really hurt me, and you have yet to prove to me that you're truly sorry."

"Fair enough." she said as she went back to the program, her feelings staying the same.