The City was different. Logan had sensed it from the moment he had ridden into the park on his motorcycle, and had smelled it probably even before then. There was something beneath the surface that didn't sit well with the old mutant, but hard as he tried he couldn't exactly put a finger on it. Or a description, which bugged him to no end. As smart as he was, he logically didn't have a way to describe what he was sensing and it frustrated him.
So instead of worrying about what lay beneath the surface of the place he was now supposed to call home, Logan rode his bike down the street slowly.
It would've been like any other day, he supposed, until the pull came. The urge to stop and examine. It was overpowering and the mutant, strong as he was, was helpless to resist the urge to explore why he was being pulled.
Fixit was a strange name for a place but the context clues told him it was a repair shop. The smells radiating from it were typical, oil, grease, machinery...the expected scents from such a place.
He parked the bike in the vacant slot in front of the shop, killed the engine and pushed the kickstand down with the sole of his boot.
In another instant it seemed Logan was pushing through the door of the shop almost warilyx and then a familiar scent hit him, one he hadnt smelled in a very long time. He remembered it from the time he ran around as an X-Man, in Westchester, before the world had moved on.
In a soft breath the mutant exhaled slowly and ventured further into the shop to see if the scent was holding true.