http://gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-08-10 02:10 pm
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Atlas Gym, Sunday

Logan's office was crammed with all sorts of horrible, poisonous critters.

Granted, he'd spent a lot of time in Australia back when the X-Men were stationed here, so this wasn't exactly new to him. It was just a larger scale.

He grabbed a few bug bombs, walked into the office, and locked the door.

"Okay, bugs. I'm not letting you out there to attack any customers and you're not gonna be able to bite me to death. So this is how it's gonna be. I'm gonna open the window for five minutes. After that, I'm closing it and setting these things off. Anything still in this room after the fumigation's done is gonna get a personalized fumigation courtesy of of these." Logan popped his claws for emphasis. He then walked over to the window and opened it.

"Five minutes. Four fifty-five... Four fifty..."