Logan made record time, once Charles contacted him a second time and informed him of what he had been able to gather so far. He'd had Logan at one Haven man down, another dead, really. These were his chosen people, living in his adopted territory. Many would never be pack to him, but to his feral mind they were still his responsibility. The fact that Rascal was dead was felt like a personal failure to protect, even though it wasn't logical, and he knew it. He had also gathered that the other kid's sister was guarding over the bodies. That just wasn't right. Logan had been to enough wars that he knew exactly what a lone woman guarding her family's dead looked like. It wasn't something he ever wanted to see happen on this side of the Atlantic. His heart went out to this Jean Grey or whatever her name was.
Straight down the Blackbird came, but Craven Park was not big enough to actually land, not without causing damage to the trees and some lampposts, and possibly to the fuselage. It could hover on autopilot about four feet from the ground. This would not be fun, and it would not be dignified. He jumped off the ramp and rolled up to his feet with feral grace. "I'm here, Chuck. Now what?" he barked into his communicator. He sniffed the air and made a grim face. Blood, entrails, death, and a little bit of Rascal. It was a crying shame. "Never mind, I think I got 'em."
He caught that other kid's scent, Rascal's boy. Nate? Something like that. He could smell them, but he couldn't see them. He followed his nose to where the scents were stronger. "Hello? I'm Wolverine, looking fer a Jean Grey. I can smell you, darlin'. The professor told me what yer up to, ye can drop it now. We need to get out of here before the cops remember why they were so interested in comin' over here. He had seen a few uniformed police wandering around, looking confused.
"M'gonna need a little help getting you all on the plane," he said, looking around at the people currently gawking at the large black plane hovering in the middle of the city. "We should prob'bly scoot, pronto."