Age Of Magneto

Exodus

The beginning of the trip north had been a little odd for both little ferals. Neither of them had grabbed anything to travel with - and that meant that both of them were still in their dress clothes - though as the night got a bit of a chill, Logan had offered her his jacket, making them look even more odd as they slipped through the woods together.

She couldn't help but glance at him now and again wondering when he was going to detain her - or knock her out - or something. But nothing happened. Even when they were well beyond the sounds and smells - and walls of the institute, Logan simply kept pace with her and offered her a hand now and again when they'd hit an obstacle in their path that was a little harder to traverse than she could manage bare-footed.

But eventually, they came to a road in the middle of the woods, and the two of them paused for just a moment as Logan double checked not only the little device at his side, but checked the wind and then cautiously stepped out onto the wide-open roadway. It took a few moments, but very suddenly, K realized they weren't alone. Their company was smart - she couldn't scent them out until the wind finally blew into her face - and then there was the slight scent of gun oil, but no sign of a shooter. She couldn't stop the natural reaction to stiffen - ready to fight before she glanced down to see that she had a laser target that was glowing over her heart. "Logan ... is this your friend?" she asked, though she hadn't moved a muscle on seeing the shooter's aim.

Logan glanced to her, then followed the path of the beam with before he raised his voice. "She's with me, Mav." There was a beat or two before just as suddenly as it had appeared, the dot on K's chest turned off and a few moments later, she spotted the movement across the road and well into the woods as Maverick came down from his vantage point.

"Car's over here," Maverick called out. "Got a full tank of gas in it - don't worry. I'll put it on your tab. I don't expect to get it back, let alone in one piece with any gas in it."

Logan let out a breath and waved K forward to join him as he headed toward Maverick. "Didn't ask for a sniper," Logan said.

"Yeah, well, you're welcome." Maverick took just a moment to look K over once before he tipped his chin up and opened the trunk of the car - only to return with a stack of clothes. "They were my ... ah. Friend's." Maverick paused, glancing between Logan and K as neither moved, instead letting Maverick dig his own hole. "She ... you know what? Nevermind. Hopefully they'll fit. More or less."

He handed K the clothes and immediately did the same for Logan - in addition to a set of keys for the car. The two men began to speak in low tones - half or better of it in a code that the two of them had developed after years and years of working together. And while both of the men were looking the other way, K set the stack of clothes on the hood of the car. The jeans were clearly going to be too long - no shocker there, they almost always were.

K glanced over toward Logan and Maverick - both of them seemed to be overly wrapped up in their little talk, so she simply set her heels down and started pulling the jeans on. It was a little big all the way around, but it shouldn't fall off. One last look back at the guys and K turned her back to them to take the dress off and then pull the tee over her head. And by the time she turned around ... well. She hadn't missed anything. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the car, unwilling to interrupt them, though if she got cold, she wasn't against simply leaving alone through the woods.

Maverick was trying to be quick - filling Logan in on what exactly he was expecting him to do with the car when they got to their destination. Of course, Maverick wasn't exactly excited to fill in all the blanks with what he perceived as a hostile listening in.

By the time the two of them had paused in their chat, K was starting to get cold, and when they turned her way, both of them stopped speaking. Obviously they hadn't expected her to change quite so quickly, or to do so without looking for better cover. "Can I borrow your flannel?" K asked - though she didn't specify who, and Logan was certainly quicker to hand her the one on his stack of clothes before David could take his off. She thanked him quietly as she pulled it over her shoulders then returned to the car, leaving Logan and Maverick to finish their talk.