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When news broke that New York was smack-dab in the middle of a goddamn wasteland, Logan had wasted no time getting out to inspect the rumor. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. Maybe part of him still had room for optimism and figured the story was an exaggeration, or maybe part of him was more pessimistic than he realized and wondered if it might be worse than anyone let on. (His money was on the latter there; Logan had never been a ‘glass half full’ kind of man.) Either way, what he found seemed to be exactly what Stephen Strange had warned of.
There were miles of it, barren and useless, with demons crawling on every square inch. Anyone with any sense would’ve stayed away, but if there was one thing Logan didn’t have much of, it was sense. Because he knew her well, he’d invited Laura to come along with him today. The kid would’ve probably tailed him if he hadn’t, or gone on her own later, and Logan liked to keep an eye on her when he could. He figured he owed her that much, after all the shit in that facility she’d been through because of him.
They stood at the edge of the wasteland now, and he held a hand out to prevent her from moving farther for the moment. “They’ll be on us the second we’re out there,” he told her, though he was sure she already knew. “Might not have time to talk. You got anything you wanna catch me up on, now’s the time.”
