Security has doubled since Logan and Stryker's deal broke. They haven't actually spoken since calling each other out on their actions. Logan had stormed out of Stryker's office, and he still isn't sure if it was worth it, bursting in an making accusations he knew full well he couldn't back up.
Making accusations had never been the point, anyway. Logan is observant enough and knows enough about Stryker to know his habits, and to know when he all but broke down the door to Stryker's office and slammed his hands on Stryker's desk, to land on Stryker's keys -- to the left of his computer, three inches from the edge of his desk, strewn carelessly to the untrained eye. So when he leaves the office, angry, it's with the keys to the facility in hand.
One of Stryker's few strategic flaws: he's always been too confident.
Logan sticks his head outside his door and is met with the faces of three guards. In a flash of metal and three distinct thuds, they hit the ground. Logan doesn't know and doesn't care if they are alive. He has an objective: get out and take as much with him as possible.
He moves quickly, quietly, towards the tech centre; he certainly doesn't know enough about the programming to shut this centre down, but he's very good at stealing things -- and threatening people.
He kills two tech experts as he walks through the doors. The remaining four turn and stare at him.
Given that he's fairly covered in blood and has enough adrenaline in his system to kill an ordinary man running through his veins, his voice does not shake as he speaks to them.
"Here's what's gonna happen," he says, scanning the room as he speaks.
"You're gonna give me all the information I ask for. You're not gonna sound any alarms. You're gonna erase everythin' on these computers before I leave. And maybe, if you're lucky, I won' kill you. We clear?"
Three nod mutely, but one quirks an eyebrow. He's older than the others, probably has worked for Stryker -- or at least for someone like him -- for a while.
"And if we don't comply?" he asks, shifting slightly, and Logan has no doubt that he's triggered a silent alarm, which is a hassle. He tilts his head, smiling slightly at the man, then runs at him full tilt, impaling him against his computer.
One set of claws still in the man's gut, he turns to the other employees.
"Any other questions?" he says cooly. They all reply with some version of no, sir, and turn back to their computers, typing furiously. It takes maybe two minutes of Logan pacing the room before one of the tech workers shoves a USB drive over her shoulder.
"That's it," she says curtly, not looking at him. "That's all we've got."
Logan considers his time limit, the pervasive, sweet smell of fear that's filled the room, and the USB drive. He takes it from her.
"You're lucky," he tells them as he's leaving. "Erase everythin'. Or I promise you, I will find you."
They're typing as he leaves, like the lemmings they are.
He makes his way out through the labyrinth of hallways, killing everyone in sight. He's lost count by the time he makes it to the outer doors, and he doesn't care, and he'll find that disturbing later. When he has time.
The door is unguarded. Logan approaches it cautiously, and when he tries it, it's unlocked.
He pockets the USB drive and walks through. There are no guards.
There is, instead, William Stryker. They do not speak, and as Logan passes Strkyer, he drops the keys on the ground, by Stryker's feet. Stryker smirks, and walks away in the opposite direction without picking up the keys.
Logan knows, then, and doesn't look back when the explosion shakes the ground.
He goes straight to an airport. It takes him almost an hour to talk his way through security, but he makes it.
Sixteen hours later, sleep-deprived and apprehensive, he lands in New York City.
