Havok, Wolverine, Rogue, Black Dog
There was no need to chat, and Logan appreciated the fact that Havok got that. He also appreciated the fact that they didn't have him babysitting Karr, or he might have gutted the boy on a day like today. Once inside the facility, Logan took point, letting his nose lead the way. As they got deeper into the facility, he noticed something else strange with the scents. He stopped.
"This ain't right," he repeated. "Scent should be getting stronger, but it's exactly the same." He growled softly in his chest with frustration. "Stinks of a trap," he added. "This scent is dead," he went on, exasperated. He lifted his head and sniffed the air. "But I got some live ones. The German, Black Dog, and your buddy Rictor. With a female. Familiar, but... no. Not. Wait." Logan started walking in the direction of the three scents. He noticed Rictor's seemed to be fading away, but with his scent gone, he got a better read on the woman's. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he recognized something about her smell.
"I think I smell answers," he growled, with a manic determination in his eyes, and took off towards Rogue and Black Dog. If he was right, the woman had the stink of the Perfect Soldier squints on her. So that's who had taken Laura, the same bastards who poured molten metal into him? What would they be doing to her, once they realized she was a healer like her father? The urge to surrender to his feral side, to the rage and the bloodlust was strong, but he might never get the answers he needed by foaming at the mouth at people. He could get answers with his claws, however. Of that he was pretty damn sure.
After a few twists and turns, the scents drew nearer. He could almost taste them, right around the corner. Certain that Black Dog would have caught his scent by now, Logan allowed himself a low, rattling growl as he ran around the corner and confronted them, claws out and crazed eyes for all to see.
"Where the hell's my little girl? Where's X-23?" he demanded. As introductions went, he was sure no one would be very impressed with his behavior, but his daughter's life was at stake here. He didn't rightly care right now. He remembered her scent now, but he hadn't been able to place it before at the Halloween Party. Logan's worry over Laura was impairing his judgment. He would have to work on that in the future, when he wasn't so busy making an ass of himself. All he knew was that this Rogue woman had definitely been in contact with the Perfect Soldier folks, and therefore she could be a mole or a plant or part of the trap waiting to be sprung. For all he knew, she could have been the one to capture his daughter. "You!" he snarled at her. "You know something. You got the stink of those Perfect Soldier fucks all over ya, so ya better start talking!"