Tyger, Tyger, burning bright....*OTA*

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Daken had gotten the call while he was in Rome, finishing up another assignment. "I trust you've seen the news?" the voice on the other end of the line asked in Japanese. Daken stayed silent. Who hadn't? An earthquake of that size and magnitude, with the scope of the tragedy involved. Every news station in the world had been eating it up like

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Since Logan's room was on the top floor, he soon took to using the roof as an extension of it, somewhere private, to get away from it all, to smoke. He didn't know if Remy had a problem with him smoking in their room; he hadn't asked. So far, the Cajun hadn't been as much of an ass as Logan had thought he would be, but Logan liked some alone time, and smoking was as good an excuse for it as anything.

He lit up, taking his first drag as he walked out onto the roof, towards the lined edge of it. Looking around the camp was something to do while smoking; he still didn't know what to think of this new place, the change in discipline - everything. Logan wasn't sure why the soldier walking along below caught his attention, but there was something... Exhaling thoughtfully, he expelled the last tendrils of smoke with force, trying to get a good sniff. And that's when he realized. The wind was coming right at him, but he wasn't getting any scent off that soldier.

Tilting his head slightly, he had another sniff to be sure, then put his cigar between his teeth, leaning on the edge of the roof. He wasn't hiding; he had no reason to. Hell, he wasn't sure he had a reason to feel as suspicious as he did, but someone without scent? That was a new one on him - and he'd been around a while.

[mongrelverine]

Minus a few minor interruptions, Daken had managed to walk right through the base undetected. He needed to find this 'Rictor', as someone had referred to him as, kill him, and then get the hell out of there before half the camp descended on him. He had already wasted enough time as it was.

Then he got that same strange prickling sensation as before, the instinct that told him he was being watched. When his eyes caught no one in sight, he looked upwards. There on the roof was a man watching him. Well, let him watch. He was no threat to Daken. The wind shifted, carrying Logan's scent to Daken. There was a heavy dose of cigar smoke, the faint scent of soap, and... The last scent made Daken look up, a faint look of surprise on his face before he got control of his emotions. It couldn't be. That last bit, a rustic, earthy smell tinged through with the scent of something both animal and human. The same similar scent Daken himself carried, when his pheromones weren't covering it.

There was no way. What were the odds that after all this searching, he would finally find his father in a place like this? This warranted more investigation. After all, he couldn't go on a beserker-filled rage based on one scent alone. For one of the few times in his life, Daken was going to choose to disobey and not carry out his mission as ordered. After all, he'd just found a very good reason to stick around.

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As the soldier looked up, there was a subtle emotion, belated, that Logan couldn't quite make out. (These things were damn difficult without scent to guide him; it was like suddenly having to lip-read.) It might almost be fear, except there was no reason for that, as far as Logan could see. Not unless this guy had a manic fear of second-hand smoke, even out in the open.

Logan looked back quietly, taking a long drag before he took the cigar between his fingers again, still leaning casually on the edge of the roof. Something was off. But that didn't mean something was wrong. All the same, he kept his eyes on the soldier, refusing to be the first to look away now that eye contact had been established. Whatever was going on, Logan was here, and he wasn't going away.

[mongrelverine]

He stared up at his father, the man who had murdered his mother. Hatred burned from his eyes. If only Daken could have killed him right then and there. But no, now was neither the time or the place for that. He had a job to do. Later, once that was all done and over with, then he would have time to take his revenge nice and slow. Make him suffer. Make him pay.

Those thoughts made a small grin cross his face. He gave a small salute in Logan's direction before breaking off eye contact. Daken walked across the open ground before disappearing into the medical center. It was time to go to work.