Spider-Man: Duty And Loss Chapter 20: Located

*Step* *Step* *Step*

A man in a leather jacket walked slowly down an immaculate corridor. The smoothness of the corridor he was walking down showed the detail that went into making the area. With a black s.h.i.+rt and blue jeans the man wasn't tall.

His face was calm but somehow gave one a sense of danger if they look at him. His eyes were naturally animalistic as they stared at a door he was coming up to. He had black hair and side burns which gave him a very gruff look.

Even though he wasn't very tall, the build of the person was intimidating. Their muscles bulged under their clothes and told anyone that wanted to have a crack at them to think twice. In one hand the man was carrying a can of some type of Canadian Beer and in the other he was carrying a cigar.

This man was James Logan Howlett, better known as The Wolverine, Weapon X, Ronin and many other names. He was the best at what he does, but what he does best, isn't very nice. But right now he was still suffering from a bout of amnesia and was going by the name Logan, the only link to the past he has.

Lifting the cigar to his mouth for a second the man took a deep breath before reaching down to the key pad in front of him. He had stopped in front of a silver metallic door with an X pattern on the front. Keying in a pa.s.scode, *Pish*, the door unlocked and slide open.

Walking into a dark room, the doors closed plunging the room back into darkness. Walking along the small bridge into the middle of the spherical room he walked up behind the back of a man in a wheel chair.

With a nice suit, tie and pants on the man in the wheel chair was bold, even though he was in his mid-40's, he shouldn't have lost his hair yet. With a metallic helmet on his head that was plugged into the machine in front of him, his eyes were closed.

This man was Charles Xavier, better known as Professor X to his students and sometimes called 'Wheels' or 'Chuck' by the person behind him. With the room once more plunged into darkness and the Professor not moving to get up Logan waited.

He had received a message from the professor just minutes prior when he was eating a meal; the message said it was important so he came quickly. As Logan stood there waiting, the darkness around them started to swirl and change as the silhouettes of people started to appear, some were white while others were red.

The images zoomed and changed as if searching for something and before long it finally settled on one person a young teenage girl from what Logan could see. Logan sometimes got tired of watching this happen over and over again as the professor used cerebro, the machine they were currently situated within, to find other mutants.

With one of the best telepathic ability in the world, cerebro was able to maximize the output of his power so that he could scan the whole world to find others like them. Having seen this done many a time, Logan patiently waited to find out what was so special about this person. No doubt he and a few of the more mature students would be sent to help or retrieve the person if they were in trouble.

Logan watched as the sound in the room focused specifically on the girl dyed red. The Professors telepathic ability usually spread out during his use of cerebro when looking for mutants, because of this the people inside the room usually heard and saw what he could see with his mind.

"Grr*" The scene was situated in an ally sometime at night. The girl's animalistic growl made Logan's eyes squint as if he recognized it, but couldn't place his finger on it. The girl sprinted up to a group of men surrounding another different boy and lunged into one.

Watching raptly, he couldn't take his eyes away from the scene. She first jumped on one of them in a rage and punched his skull instantly killing him. But what made Logan drop the cigar in his hand, was when she moved to the next person, wrapped her legs around his body and popped 2 metallic claws.

*Snikt* Logan's own claws popped out at the sight and he instantly forgot about the beer in his hand. And when that happens, you know something is up! He didn't take his eyes away until the end of the scene, watching as the girl was led away by the boy she saved.

Logan slowly looked down at the 3 adamantium claws that came out of his hand and went into his own thoughts. That girl had claws like him, 2 in the hand, one in the feet. Something different, but so similar to his own, it couldn't be a coincidence!

Logan's eyes turned to one of determination as he looked up at the Professor taking the helmet off. "What was that chuck." His voice came out gruff and cold, he wasn't messing around. Slowly putting the silver helmet down Charles turned around and looked at the man before him.

Thinking for a few second he motioned towards the exit and spoke. "We'll talk as we go to my office." Logan gave a nod and went to help the professor leave. On their way through the corridor leading to the upper levels Charles finally spoke. "That was me replaying a memory from someone I just recently picked up." He cast a quick glance at Logan who gave nothing away.

"I was searching, as I usually do, when I picked her signature up in New York. I stopped on her specifically because…" He took a pause and Logan couldn't wait. "Because of what?" Looking up and seeing the seriousness in his friends eyes Charles told him quickly. "Because she felt almost exactly like you Logan. Her signature was so close a match I thought it was you for a second."

Logan stopped dead in his tracks as he registered the words, his fists gripping the wheel chair tightened and the frame started to groan in protest. Charles knew how much Logan wanted to get back his memories, so finding someone like this, who had such a similar signature. She might have some of the answers he was looking for.

"How close are we talking here Chuck?" Not understanding his question for a second Charles stayed quite, before giving a small sigh. He had no clue how his next words might affect this man he knew was scared of nothing. "The signature was so close, it was like…." Shaking his head and deciding to get the words out quick he finished. "It was like she's your daughter."

Logan's body stiffened for a few seconds as he thought back to the image of the girl he had seen, could it be possible? The wheel chair continued to roll as Logan pushed Charles the rest of the way to his office. Walking through the school, that was above cerebro and the other facilities below, none of the children that ran around going to cla.s.ses stopped the pair.

Finally making it to his office Charles moved behind his wooden desk and spoke to Logan who was still quiet. He hadn't even taken a swig from his beer! "I'll be sending, you, Jean, Scott and Rogue to go find her. I couldn't get her exact location; her mind is about as hard to see through as yours." Logan quietly gripped his hands at the comment.

Charles noticing the slip of the tongue turned quite for a few seconds giving him some time. "Jean should be able to help you find her faster when you reach there. She also used to live in New York and says she might have a place you can stay. If that doesn't work out, I'll provide enough money for you to stay at a hotel. You leave in a few days after everything is prepared."

Logan still didn't speak and only nodded at his words. After Charles was finished he left the room and went down to the garage to work on his bike, he had a lot to think about. Charles watching him leave and shut the door could only turn to look out the window to his office, speaking to himself. "I hope you find what you are looking for old friend."