12818/The American Dream

The American Dream
Date of Scene:	09 March 2021
Location:	Logan's Cabin - Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	A family can travel to the other side of the world, but the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
Cast of Characters:	Faraday, SpyderByte, Wolverine

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Faraday has posed:
It's been a long school year. Most of it was shadowed by the conflicting emotions regarding the cure. Hopes turned to dread turned to fear. While the school was safe, outside the walls mutantkind wasn't so lucky. With her family located just on the outskirts of and heavily tied in with Bushwick, the Bhandari family felt the squeeze all too closely. Indira even asked for special permission to spend her non class time at home and made the long commute in each day for classes. It made her largely MIA when it came to her team, but she insisted. She has to watch over her family.

And things seemed to go well. No news was good news, though she never lingered on the situation when it came up in talks. "All good," She'd insist. "You know how it is, they just feel safer having me close." But even now as things have begun to settle, Indira is still mostly absent. She asks again for her off campus residency. Something has to be up.

Finally, one evening mid-week, a text comes from Indi to Jeremy, clearly typed in a hurry.

< SOS! BRng backup! > Along with a ping of her location. It's the MTA East New York trainyard at the southern end of Bushwick in Broadway Junction.

SpyderByte has posed:
Outside Logan's cabin comes three steady knocks.

Thump-thump-thump.

Jeremy is standing outside, dressed in his long leather trench coat that hits at the back of his ankles, bondage pants with chains wrapped about the legs, and a long sleeved black shirt. He's wearing a choke collar around his throat and his black hair is shaggy and hanging down to his shoulders now.

He stares at the door in front of him as he slowly sways side to side, clutching his phone in his hand and twirling it slowly around in his fingers. He searches with his powers, looking to see if Logan has any connected devices inside to ping them to try and catch his attention.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan was napping when the thumps came upon his door, but they didn't startle him awake so much as just wake him up suddenly. Eyes pop open and turn to the source, "What?" He shouts at it, pushing the reclining legs down with his heels to lean forward with a cough into his fist. Neck craning from side to side to work out the knot of muscles around his shoulders. "I'm coming."

Dressed in blue jeans and a tanktop, the Wolverine strolls over with only the slightest bit of a wobble in his step and leans against the door frame as he pulls it open enough to peer outside at whomever was there to wake him, "Jeremy.." Pushing it open a bit more, rubbing at the inner corners of his eyes with thumb and ring finger. "What's wrong, why are you cop knocking?"

SpyderByte has posed:
As he tilts his head upwards to stare at The Wolverine, Jeremy gives a slow blink of his eyes. Holding his phone up, he straps it to the harness on his shoulder as the screen lights up. A soft, female GPS voice comes out of the speakers.

<< My teammate Indira is in need of help. She has been spending time with her family since The Cure riots. She sent me a message that she needed immediate assistance and has gone silence since. >>

He gives a slow glance past him into the cabin before turning his eyes back to him.

<< I have tracked her last coordinates at the eastern trainyards. Our current mission is to recon and retrieve her. I have created a route that will deliver us the fastest way possible. She was doing an investigation on a gang called The Rajah. I have also taken the liberty of compiling a list of their leadership and open warrants. They have several cells of loose memberships around the city, including one called The Ravens in Mutant Town in which Indira was operating out of. >>

Wolverine has posed:
Logan opens one eye to stare at Jeremy, "Who the fuck are you, Scott?" He murmurs, but drops his hand from his face and goes back towards his chair to grab boots. Leaning on the arm to pull them on, "Alright, kid. I'll bite. She sent a message? What did it say?" Hat on his head as he walks out into the cold without bothering with a thick coat besides his flannel shirt. Collar popped out with a twist of his hands. "Come'on, we'll take Scott's car." Dangling the keys from the end of his finger. "One of the fast ones. Keep talkin'."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I am Jeremy Statton, code named Spider Bite. >>

Jeremy takes everything litearlly as he turns and lumbers after him. The chains along his pants jingle and jangle quietly as he moves.

<< Her last text to me said SOS, bring backup. >>

He reaches to his shoulder to unhook his phone.

<< The Rajah, also called The Kings if you translate the word, are an anti-mutant gang that deals with extortion and blackmail. They split the city into multiple kingdoms with leadership at the head of each designated territory. They mostly operate independantly until they need to work together to take down political rivals or come together to manage police forces. They have been threatening several businesses in Mutant Town, which is the angle Indira was chasing down. >>

Wolverine has posed:
"I know.. I was b- it doesn't matter." Logan shakes his head, scratching at the back of his neck as they exit the woods and head towards the garage to boost one of Scott's cars. A fast one. "SOS, bring backup." He repeats with a nod, hitting the button on the key ring to disengage the locks, pointing across the passanger seat. "So where're we going? Just somewhere in Mutant Town isn't gonna work for the GPS." He's still waking up, so he's a little gruffer than usual, but the fact that he's going says how serious he's taking this. Anti-mutant gangs, check. Student from the school lost, check. Time to knife some bastards up.

SpyderByte has posed:
As he settles into the car, Jeremy unhooks his laptop bag from his back and places it in the back seat. Once the car rumbles to life, he reaches out and places his hand against the screen, focusing as the GPS app launches, followed by a location 'pinging'.

<< We go there. It is where I have tracked her cellular signal while the phone is still on and connected to a cell tower. The East New York Trainyards at the southern end of Mutatn Town. Broadway Junction. It is not a good neighborhood. >>

Once he buckles in and tightens the strap across his chest, he glances slowly towards Logan.

<< Which means we do not have to be gentle. >>

Faraday has posed:
The trip's just over an hour in good traffic, out of the forested niceties of Westchester towards the bloated, sprawling skylines of New York City. The GPS treks them through the Bronx and Queens to Broadway Junction. It's a massive trainyard, with tracks enough to easily load up twenty-five trains and their cargo. It's bordered to the east, south, and west by the areas of Bushwick, Ocean Hill, and Cypress Hill; each under the larger bubble of Brooklyn. To the north is the green expanse of the Cypress Hills cemetery and Highland Park. And a Dunkin Donuts.

Trains never stop no matter the hour, but there's a distant section of the numerous tracks where trains clearly sit for an extended period in a part of the yard that's relatively dark and probably mostly unwatched outside of leaving the security fence to do the job. Security gave up generations ago trying to stop taggers. Warehouses aren't too far off to shelter goods sensitive to the outdoors. It's in that area that the ping originated from.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan is quiet for most of the trip, getting his head right. A cigar burns between his lips, one of those thin cigarellos, the cheap kind one gets from a corner market for twenty five cents. Doesn't small very good, but he's probably doing it specifically to stink up Scott's car since he doesn't have the window down but a crack. Just enough not to choke Jeremy out with the noxious smoke.

When the tracks appear up ahead, the car pulls off onto the gravel road leading to one of the parking lots. "Alright kid.." Sliding out of the car, he pinches out the cigar and puts it back between his teeth to chew rather than smoke. Cut down on the smoke, and the visability, as they approach the rows of track and rail cars. "She was here? What the hell was she doin' at a train yard?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I think she was taken here. >>

Jeremy slides out of the car, then reaches for his bag as he slides it over his shoulder. He takes a moment to stretch his arms outwards, breathing in deep as he connects to the entire 'world' of networks, searching for her device amongst the thousands of threads of binary lines that zip back and forth through the air. Dressed in black, he's practically a shadow against the landscape.

As he moves forward, he reaches down to pick up what appears to be a long nail that was once driven into the boards of the train tracks, sliding it into his hand and under a wrist strap that he carries. A make-shift weapon, easy to slide across the palm and jab with.

<< This way. >>

As he starts off, he continues to glance about, using his free hand to tug and pull at the air as he follows along the digital trail.

Faraday has posed:
Indira's phone seems to be on but is silenced. It's situated at the far end of the yard at the edge of the warehouses where there's an array of train cars parked, most of them looking to be cargo. There's some signs of security cameras along the way, a few of dozens that must be put up on poles all across the yard. It's a lot of ground to cover.

Between Jeremy's awareness of technology and Logan's know how of of not being seen, it isn't a difficult trek. All seems quiet. Once they reach the area of the phone, however, there doesn't seem to be any initial signs of Indira or her phone. The warehouse has one of the rail lines running through the middle. Given the smell, it's probably used for livestock though is empty at present. But another smell cuts through the pungent barnyard funk to the keen nose of Logan.
Electricity. Blood. Sharp, acrid, metallic. It's coming from above them, somewhere above the rafters and to an open maintenance hatch on the roof.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan picks their way through the train yard, careful to avoid most of the cameras until they reach the location where Jeremy says he can detect her cellphone. Upon coming upon the scene, however, the man with the heighted senses begins to sniff at the air. The blood is obvious, but he's following it with a curl of his nostrils. First glancing up, then jumping to grab the edge of the maintenance hatch with both hands to pull himself up just enough to peer inside. Make sure there's no immediate threat before dropping down to kneel, lace his fingers, and indicate Jeremy step into it for a boost with a clipped up nod. "Come'on. Leads up."

SpyderByte has posed:
Cameras? Not a problem. They are showing a closed loop of the last ten minutes over and over again, though Jermey took the liberty of digging through it and saving the data on his laptop in his backpack. He can do all of this without touching a single device. The signals are strong, and they are his to command.

As he follows Logan's lead, he steps into the hands, then hoists himself up, scrambling for a moment as he grabs a hold. He isn't the strongest person. He's built like a rail after all. Once he is up, he takes a moment to look around as he steps to the side to make room for Logan.

Faraday has posed:
The hatch leads up to the mostly flat roof and is probably there in the event someone needs to come up to clear snow or repair holes. There on the top of the roof is perched Indira. Dressed in black jeans and a black motorcycle jacket, she's hanging at the edge of the roofline like a buzzard. The right arm of the jacket has a long rip in it that split it nearly in two, and through the tear there's the glimpse of a makeshift bandage that looks like it may have been by the shirt she'd been wearing underneath.

She's facing the open hatch and her left hand is curled into a half-open fist with violet-silver electricity crackling across her skin and reflecting out from the pupils of her eyes. She looks ready to fly at them, but it only takes a second for her to recognize the faces and she settles with a sigh of profound relief.

"There you are!" She says in a rough whisper. "Sorry I didn't get you more info. Phone fritzed out on me, screen blacked out. Think I fried it... again. Remind me to beg management for an EMP-proof phone."

She jerks her head over her shoulder and then points down to a train car maybe two-hundred feet out. "Down there. I had a hunch something wasn't right at home, but it took me forever to figure out what was up. Getting info out of my parents is worse than trying to talk my way out of detention. But, turns out these fuckers have been blackmailing my dad. He owns a lot of rentals in Bushwick, apartments mostly. They muscled in on a lot of the businesses when everything was in an uproar over that cure, threatening families like they had it. Money, favors. If you can't pay - or refuse to pay... they have my mom down there. She doesn't forget anything. *Anything*. She can mess with memories too. Real useful for their line of work. Except they picked the wrong damn family to mess with. I managed to drop the one asshole who was hanging around my house to make sure my dad didn't interfere, tracked the rest here."

Wolverine has posed:
Logan follows the trail to the roof and spies Indira standing at the edge of the building with her makeshift bandage and torn garments. He dips his head to her when she turns to greet them, then steps closer to peer out over the distance to where she's indicated the individuals responsible are hiding. "How many?" He asks this quietly, rolling muscled shoulders back to let his flannel coat fall down his arms onto the roof. It's held out to her on the hook of his curved fingers. An extra layer of clothes against the cold.

He doesn't need it.

The hat is also removed, brow brushed with the forearm attached to the hand holding it, and then reaching out to put the hat on Jeremy's head. "Stay here." He says to them both. Eyes going back to the trains, "What's your mom look like?" Apparently he's willing to sneak out to save her, but his hypocracy wont let her or Jeremy, both students, put themselves in further harms way by going with him.

He's got to pretend to be an adult sometimes.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I'm not staying here. They hurt my teammate. Besides.. >>

Jeremy holds up his phone as the screen flickers with an ultraviolet light, revealing what appears to be yellow ink beneath his skin. Day-Glo. Invisible unless under certain circumstances. His face lights up like a bright yellow skull, his fingers showing the same patterns as if they were bones.

<< No one messes with the family of Los Muertos and live to see tomorrow. >>

The soft, digital voice of 'Siri' changes as he speaks, becoming rougher, masculine and dangerous. Another layer of this onion peeled away.

<< Faraday and I are trained to work together. We will not slow you down. >>

He reaches behind him, pulling a dark hood over the top of his head.

<< I have security shut down, so they are blind to us. I can tell their phones to explode in their pockets. The amount of heat and discharge of glass and metal can cripple a limb. If they are holding them, they may lose some fingers. >>

Faraday has posed:
"Five that I could tell. I took down the one at home. Dad /may/ have him duct taped in the basement for later when I come home to get the grounding of a lifetime." Indira doesn't sound particularly sorry about that. She does briefly shuck off her motorcycle jacket to don the flannel. She's fit and athletic, but it's also cold and leather is stiff to move in. "Luckily he saw how old I was and decided he could bring a knife to a fist fight. He just didn't realize what my fists do. He had a handgun on him. Oh! Here." She rummages in her pocket for a phone with a cracked screen and passes it towards Jeremy. "He fell on it, but it should still work. I left it off for good measure."

As Jeremy shows off his war paint, the girl looks utterly proud and says towards Logan. "Spyder's right, sir. I know our team isn't trained to Fight, but, we're trained to fight. They're all dudes down there, so it should be easy to spot the middle-aged Indian woman." Though she does add, "Well, I don't think she'd be in the line of fire. They're probably just trying to intimidate her and wear her down. I haven't heard much, but I didn't want to risk getting closer and blowing my cover."

Five gangsters. One mutant woman. One train car. All they need is a horse and it'll just about be a proper train job.

Wolverine has posed:
"Yes you are. You're like five, you're not going. Conversation over."

Logan furrows his brow and glances at Jeremy, "It isn't about slowing me down. It's about explaining to Jean and Scott and the Professor that I got two students hurt. And don't give me that, we wont get hurt, crap.. You might. It's enough. And I don't feel like gettin' lectured." He steps up to the edge of the roof.

Grumbling when Indira joins in the argument portion of the planning phase. "Fine.. alright.. but if either of you get hurt an' I've gotta hear Jean or Scott bitch, I'm takin' it out on you. That's a fair warning~" Pointing back at them, just slightly turned. The point then focuses on Jeremy, "Disable their electronic shit, I'll do what I'm best at, Indira, you get your mom and get the fuck out. No bullshit. This isn't a revenge mission, it's a rescue job. Everyone completely aware of the criteria for goin' on this ride?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I don't care if I get hurt. I've been in pain for years. >>

Jeremy gives a nod to Logan at the instructions of the plan. Disable. He can do that.

<< You do realize that I'm a member of your Black Ops team that we aren't supposed to talk about, right? Who do you think put me on it? She is also in consideration, though for front line. >>

There is a tilt of his head towards Indi for a moment. << She is a black belt in kickboxing and has the highest combat scores on the team. Her electrical discharge powers are at an Alpha level. >>

Cracking his neck to one side, he squeezes the rail-nail in his hand, the narrows his eyes. << Ready when you are, sir. Soon as we get into position, I will blind them. >>

Faraday has posed:
"Good. I was going anyway." Indira says ferociously with the exact amount of reckless self-confidence and ignorance one would expect of a teenager. It's a wonder any of them survive to adulthood. "That's my mom down there. I'm not watching from the benches. You can make me run laps till my legs fall off after." In the round of finger pointing, she also directs her's at Jeremy. "What he said, just don't tell my parents."

She shifts with restless energy as Logan goes over the quick and dirty plan. "Got it, yeah. Grab and run. If it goes bad, get clear and tell me and I'll light up that big metal box. Looks like it's one of those two door style, so I'll take one side and you grab the other?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan waves his hand at Jeremy's buzzing in his ear about black ops teams and kick boxing, "I already said you could go." Grunting over his shoulder with a little frown, then he's moving. Not leaping directly down, but it doesn't take him long to descend to ground level. Or to get worked up. Claws extending from his fists through the small openings between his knuckles as he runs towards the boxcar.

He can be quiet when he need be. Holding up a finger to his lips as they near the side, around the corner from the sliding entrance. Motioning for Jeremy to go across the gap, then preparing himself to go straight in. Several deep breaths. Then he growls and comes around the corner with his arms snapping back and down. The first guard outside sees him and immediately starts opening fire, bullets hitting across his chest almost as if it does nothing at all as he closes the distance and slashes across the center of his chest in a downward motion of his right hand. Three deep gouges and the man is crumpling. Followed by another kicked in the chest so hard it definitely broke his sternum. "GO! NOW..."

SpyderByte has posed:
Once he makes his way across, Jeremy moves silently. Built from years of avoiding kids in hallways at high school. He is a ghost, but with a glowing yellow skull face beneath a black hood. Once he crouches down, he reaches out with his powers and waits. Once he gains a lock on the phones down below, he gives his fists a tight squeeze.

From within the boxcar the moment Logan makes his move, the sound of several 'bangs' can be heard, followed by screams of pain. Lithium-Ion batteries when exploded will catch fire and release a toxic gas. The shards of glass will embed in flesh. Anyone holding on to a phone will have scars if they make it out alive.

<< Distraction created. >>

Faraday has posed:
Indira may be fit and know how to jump rooftops, but this is one of those times where she can spare not risking it and just uses the ladder. It's not that far. She keeps herself low and moves fast so does appear to be stealthy when she's not feeling the need to talk at speed. She veers towards the opposing side of the car from where Logan begins his assault.

While the metal-boned mutant does what he does best, Indira is yanking open the other door with a noisy grunt and the screech of rusted door tracks. It immediately draws the attention of the other three in the car. Two of them are drawing weapons when there's the loud pop and sizzle of electronics exploding. Side pocket, back pocket; each going up in respective fire and searing through fabric to skin below as batteries leak and melted lead and glass shrapnel fly.

The only one not yet injured stands there with gun in hand, frantically jerking from left to right as he tries to pick a direction. He fires once at the new opening in the door but in his surprise it only hits the wall, and then he's swinging back towards Logan and firing.

Mrs. Sita Bhandari, being a woman of gentle temperament, is lobbing words in Hindi that sound about as severe as the exploding phones. She's terrified. She's furious. And then she's gripped by a terror unlike any as she spies her own daughter climbing into the car through the barely open door and slide-lunging her direction.

"Mom, later! BAAD MEIN! Hold still!" Indira pulls out a pocket knife - era Swiss Army knives being trendy - from her pocket and quickly works to cut loose the duct tape around her mother's feet so she can move.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan slashes through the latch holding the door closed and pulls it open with a heave. The wounds from the multiple bullet wounds are already healing, blood oozing into the fabric of his shirt until there's no more injuries to bleed. He still looks like he was run across a cheese grater as he hops up into the boxcar and kicks one of the screaming gangsters in the face hard enough to shatter his jaw.

Gripping another by the scruff of his shirt, he hurls him back out the entrance and looks to the woman they're here to rescue. "Ma'am. Excuse me." Before leaping back out to cover their escape with a little bit of the Wolverine special. Putting himself between anyone still armed and willing to fight and the two kids with one's mother. "Come on, then, bub.. Want't to hurt a mutant? Give it a shot, see if it takes..." Claw up, "But then it's my turn.."

They watched him get shot and not stop. Then shread three of their friends... you can't buy fear like that.

So instead of fighting, the lone remaining gangster takes off running. "Pussy."

SpyderByte has posed:
As he watches from his spot away from the battle, Jeremy's trench coat is billowing behind him in the gust of breeze. He doesn't even flinch at the sounds or sights of violence. He just takes it in with a non-expressive look upon his face. He ensures that the cameras in the area stay down, that no police forced are called in. Anyone trying to dial 911 in this area will find it filled with busy signals.

He watches the loan moan take off, then takes a few steps to drop down from his perch and land with a soft thump of heavy black boots. He steps out of the dark, thrusting the railroad nail into his stomach as he tries to run past, letting out a loud, strangled howl of pain.

As the face of the glowing yellow skull stares down at him, blood dripping from the spike, he places a foot on the chest of the man and leans forward to stare at him with unblinking dark eyes. He can hear the man begging as he clutches at his stomach, blood squirting out from between his fingers.

He clenches the spike tighter in his hand, drawing it back slowly.

Faraday has posed:
"Ve dost hain, maan. Dost." Indira quickly says to her mother as she wrenches duct tape free and starts shoving the older, heavier woman towards the open door. The Wolverine has the situation well in hand, so the haste on their part almost seems laughable, but maybe Indira just doesn't want her mother seeing that kind of carnage.

They're out in short order with the poor Sita stammering and gibbering things to her daughter faster than it can be made out, with Indira only quietly shushing her and repeating something that's probably meant to be soothing as she starts guiding her back towards the warehouse as a makeshift rendezvous.

The small team of gangsters was hopelessly outclasses. They were just sent here to beat up an aging woman with no offensive powers where no one would see. Now one is absolutely dead, three on the ground with shattered bones and scorched skin, and the last bleeding out under Jeremy's hand. This is going to send a message.

Wolverine has posed:
"Alright, My Chemical Romance, I think ya got'em.." Logan says with a little frown at the murderous Jeremy. His claws begin to retract back into his body, but his eyes remain on the glowing yellow skull, "If you were curious how to make it certain ya don't come next time, that's how. That, right there." He points at the kid and glances back inside the boxcar at Indira and her mom. "Y'all ready?"

There is not a shred of concern for the gangster. Not to Logan anyways. Couldn't possibly muster up any more care to care less. He'd have to borrow some and there's none on loan. "This is not what yer here to learn." Glancing sideways at Jeremy with a slow shake of his head. "Let's get the fuck out of here before more show up and you slowly stab them with a railroad spike like a psychopath."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Do you know how many times they stabbed me, Logan? When they held me down and they raped me. They carved their names into my back. They took a broom stick and they put inside of me over and over and over again. No one cared when I bled out, no one cared when I screamed. I wasn't evil. I was just a kid. >>

Jeremy's mechanical voice comes out of the phone on his shoulder as he stares down at the whimpering man below him. He grips the spike tighter in his hand.

<< Then people like this .. they keep doing the things they do because no one stops them. No one helps those who scream. They just turn their eyes away and they let it happen. >>

There is a slight 'sniff' of the air before he turns his eyes slowly towards Logan, staring at him. He releases his foot from the man's chest as he hears him wheeze, then focuses as his phone's screen lights up.

"911 Emergency, how can I help you?"

He pulls his hood back down tighter around him, his normal voice coming out in a stammering mess.

"Ssssstab vict-t-tim. G-Gang member. B-Bleeding ow-ow-owt. P-Please sssssend .. help."

"Sir, may I get your na-" Click.

As the call is disconnected, he lobs the spike behind him, then lowers down to stare at the man, reaching out to take his hands and guide it over the wound. << Apply pressure, breathe slowly. You will not die from this, but the three kids that you did kill for a drug deal gone bad won't go unpunished. I know all about you, Marcos. I stole it from your phone. The pictures, the text messages. You will go to jail and remember this moment. That a mutant spared your life .. because he has a good teacher to remind him that he's not a machine. >>

As he rises up, he trudges after the other pair, shouldering his bag once more as the sound of sirens is heard in the background.

Wolverine has posed:
"You want to be beat them or be them?" Logan asks with a raised brow at Jeremy, "Choice is yours kid.. Havin' bad shit happen to you, terrible as it is, and it is terrible, doesn't make murderin' someone who was runnin' away okay. Don't be like me, I'm not a good man.. Neither is that fuck hole-" Pointing at the gangster, "-but he is alive and you shouldn't stoop to his, or those fuckers who hurt you's, level." He glances up into the boxcar, waiting on their third and her mom to join them. Nodding to Jeremy when he applies pressure rather than letting the gangster bleed out. "He's right. Stop bein' a fuckin' asshole." The emotional stuff really isn't his game, but it doesn't mean he doesn't empathize with Jeremy.

Kid had it pretty shitty.

Faraday has posed:
Indira is busy shepherding her mom to someplace safe, leaving Jeremy and Logan to have their talk. She probably couldn't hear them anyway.

"Indira Bhand--"

"SSSH, could you not shout my name here?"

"Do not shush me, girl! You should not be involved. We raised you to be a good girl. A safe girl. This is not for you! Think of your heart!"

"I am. You and dad are safe, for now. We gotta get home and check on him, then get you two out of there. You guys done?!" Indira calls back towards Logan and Jeremy. "You got a ride? I had to go the old taxi pursuit. I really didn't think that'd work."

SpyderByte has posed:
As he trudges past Logan, Jeremy shoves his hands into his pockets, giving a glance over towards Indira and her mother. He draws the hood down tighter around him as the ultraviolet paint may take some time to fade. The screen of his phone dims to black so not to be a distraction.

Wolverine has posed:
Fists covered in blood, Logan grumbles as he wipes his fingers and knuckles on his jeans. "My good jeans too." To himself, walking to catch up with Indira and her mother. His hat is plucked up from the string it's dangling on and replaced on his head. "Yeah, we got a car. It's right this way." Pointing towards the way they'd come and the parking lot beyond it. "We'll get you two back home nice an' safe, eh?"

Faraday has posed:
Sita doesn't look convinced that much of this is a good idea, but her daughter's insistence that they're friends and that they just rescued her gives the woman some measure of trust. She follows along under Indira's arm while looking rather in shock over it all.

It's probably not helped as said daughter chats with the two bloodied men, "My house isn't too far. We'll snag dad, pack up the important stuff, and I'll get them a hotel for now in North Salem. At least till we know things are cleaned up here. Figure maybe we could take Basement Dude and throw him out the door at the cops with a note or... something. Look, I didn't plan that far ahead. Whatever you think we should do." Now the kid defers to Logan.