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Even though he was pretty sure his dismissal was clear as day, Emma decided to stick around anyways. "Why don't you take a few days off next week? Go down to New York, sniff around, see if you can… find your bikes."
Logan looked over at Emma, catching her gaze and holding it until she flinched and looked away. "Look for my bikes, eh?"
"Fine, I want to know if Rogue's turned into a killer and if so, why. Was it self-defense? Does she have anything to do with the three mutants who turned up in Central Park burnt to a crisp?" Emma turned and walked away, the white cape she wore billowing behind her. "You're either going down to investigate for me or you can teach sex ed next week. Take your pick, Logan."
That made him shudder. Teaching a bunch of pimply little pukes how Tab A went into Slot B and they better not do it until they were out of his school? Uh, fuck no. He'd take another fight with Sabertooth before he'd voluntarily walk into THAT class. Hell, he'd let the girls here give him a makeover before he taught sex ed. "Fine. I'll leave on Monday."
"I thought you'd see things my way, Logan."
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