Christmas in Terminal City had been good, gifts exchanged and a huge Christmas dinner coordinated with a minimum of anarchy. Now Logan was just enjoying time with Max, lounging on the couch and watching the news - thankfully lacking in the sort of reports he'd been dreading after being gone a few months ( Read more... )

Logan snapped the latches on his suitcase and sighed, leaning his hands on the hard case. Max had stormed off a couple hours ago, but he was still intent on going, transgenic hissy fit or no.

( Outside Terminal City, within the Military Protectorate of Seattle )