Logan shrugged. "I'm pretty good in the woods. Don't get lost easy. And I have good hearing. Whatever the fuck has happened, I'm not about to head towards the nearest sign of civilization." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the siren. "Fastest way to walk into a fucking trap, because I can guarantee you, kid, that whoever drugged the fuck out of us and brought us here isn't in the mood to play cards. So we head away, until we find a road or some shit, and then we're fucking /gone/." And Logan wasn't going to tell the kid he had his senses strained to the limit, trying to detect some sign of a manned border to this fun little vacation spot. Vas Captio his /ass/. He might not know Latin, but Captio was clear enough.
He was getting the /fuck/ out of here, if it was at all possible.
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