Vanisher leaned out the door of the copter, dark eyes peering down at the city below him. The snarling little savage known as Logan had ordered him to teleport him here to this mess once he had seen it on the news, and Ford had been afraid he would have to dive into the thick of things along with the feral. He had been quite pleased to see that Logan had his own resources, considerably less pleased when he had been dragged along into it all.
"Do you think he's done with me?" he shouted to the helicopter pilot as he watched Logan dive into the fight far below. "I mean, I was just supposed to get him here, I can go home now, right? He doesn't need me to--" The roaring snarl Logan emitted from the battle caused him to stop short. He sighed, leaned back into the chopper and sulked in his seat. "Fine. I'll wait."