*Logan's head hurt once again just like it always did once all the sights and sounds came to the rational part of his mind and he rubbed his eyes, looking to them he saw the dried blood as the blades receded back to his hands. His chest heaved still as his shirt was full of holes and left in tatters further illustrating how many times a normal man would have been dead a hundred times over.  Slowly he looked around himself at the men and their weapons. Who ever these guys where they where well equipped and trained...though not well enough, just bad luck they had come across him. Looking up to the girl her voice cut through the fog of his mind as he stood up and walked towards her, raising a brow.*<br/><br/>"I thought these guys would be after me, guess I was wrong..."<br/><br/>*moving his hand to rub the back of his neck as he took in a deep breath and knew that most likely they had a little while until cops would show up, the sound of gunfire and his roars would have made sure someone would have called 911. Motioning for her to come with him as he moved one of the bodies out of the way. Looking for any sign or insignia as he did so. His gaze looking back to the girl after a short time.*<br/><br/>"We need to get out of here, either the police or these guys will be coming to clean things up and we don't want to get in the middle of that."<br/><br/>*Where these guys part of a secret military program or perhaps a private security force for someone? either way the fact that he was a mutant and had killed so many of them would not make things very easy on him in the eyes of the law. Watching her he moved to lead the way towards his bike. The van's still idle in the road near the motel.*<br/><br/>"Are you a mutant like me? Why would someone want you this bad?"<br/><br/>*His voice still had a growling quality to it as he tore off the remaining scraps of clothing that was on his upper body and tossing it to the ground. *