Round Two - Trouble at Xavier's!

[logan]

Logan stared at the giant Chinook Helicopter, which he somehow knew a lot about – another side affect of a lifetime of memories accessable only by his subconscious – and frowned. Down the central avenue he could see a trail of police cars heading towards the school.

He looked over at Rayen, glad they hadn't gotten very far on their walk, and looked back at his motorcycle – which was barely visible from this distance.

It was unspoken that he thought they should move, and at top speed. He was very fortunate he was there the first time Uncle Sam came knockin' at the door of Xavier's. He didn't want to miss round two.

[conduit]

Rayen's heart leapt. If Logan was alarmed at the sight of the helicopter, that meant something very bad.

She could have been afraid. And it was true she was worried for anything that might have gone wrong at the school; but beneath that she felt exhilirated. Rayen held a deep need for purpose, a desire to make a difference. If she could help anyone with her mutant talents, maybe it would make up for those she had killed back at home.

Keeping up with Logan easy, she nearly leapt on the back of the bike after he got on. Slipping an arm around his waist, she urged him not to worry about her.

"Go."