Re: Ms. Blindfold... in the MLF van... with a... o wait
The thick, bitter scent of fear sweat and piss assaulted Logan's nose and his mind remembered why the Multiple Man looked so afraid and shocked to see him. Especially with his claws out. He felt a flush of heat climb up his neck towards his face, and he reddened well up into his hairline with shame. He had killed three of Jamie's dupes upon his return from the facility where he'd gotten the metal bonded into his bones. Three innocents dead. No wonder Jamie was terrified of him. He could barely look any of them in the eye.
He growled instinctively at a particularly ornery dupe, but then gave his back to the dupes and resumed guarding the perimeter while Jamie Prime got the girl out of the van. Blindfold. When Jamie mentioned her being unable to see her, he recalled also that this was the girl with no eyes. That hadn't been in the brief, since it was frankly irrelevant. No one had been expecting her to be able to walk away from this on her own two feet at this point, so the status of her eyes hadn't come up. Logan hadn't seen much of her either, so her scent wasn't exactly locked in for him.
"We ain't got all day," he barked to be heard inside the van, wanting this part of the rescue to be over so he could get away from the multiplying kid. But then a wallop of scents hit Logan. There was movement, a gush of smells carried in a breeze coming from inside. A lot of someones were trying to sneak out one of the back doors. "You got this from here, right kid?" he called over his shoulder, not waiting for an answer as he went for those scents. They weren't perfumed party people, and they smelled of sweat and blood. Ruth had been correct, and now Logan was going to make sure none of them lived to harm anyone else.