Log: Garrison/Logan

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Kane and Logan drink and watch hockey.



"Beer?" It was more of a statement than a question, really, as Garrison passed over the bottle from the cooler near his feet. There was only six minutes left in the third period, and with the Leafs trailing by two goals, Kane wasn't optimistic about their comeback chances against Florida. It was especially galling since the Panthers were a poor team by any standards.

"Yes, it is." Logan said agreeably as he took the longneck from Kane and popped it open. "Leafs look like shit." he commented as he watched the game. "Seen better play from a group of kids on a frozen pond."

"Kids make less mistakes." Kane agreed, watching another woeful outing by the Buds. "At this point, they could stuff a corpse in the net against the Leafs and still get a damned shutout."

"Might even improve their play." he said with a grin as he took a swig of his beer. "So how's life on your end? FBI treatin' you well?" he asked.

"I get a paycheck and a badge." Garrison stared into the top of his bottle for a moment. "Reality is that I'm stuck supporting puff cases. SHIELD has pushed hard against domestic agencies, and someone over Duncan's head thinks I'm more trouble than I'm worth right now."

"Ain't that just a bitch. Suppose then that it'd be a bad time to see if you could find anything the FBI might have on me?" he said with a shrug. "Longshot, but I'll take longshots."

"I can ask, but seriously Logan, I wouldn't even know where to start, man." He pointed out. "Under what name? What decade? If I send in a query for any records about a short, hirsute violent guy that smells like cheap cigars showing up in our cases since the 1920s, I'm going to get an email back from the research with him giving me the finger."

"Fucked if I know." he said with a shrug. "Don't you guys have a pile of cold cases as long as I am tall?" he asked. "I was military." he mused. "Not much, but it's something. Ahhh, forget it. You're right. Not enough to even start something coherent." he grumbled and slammed
down the rest of his beer. "Maybe Mav's right. Best I don't know." he said.

"I don't know about that, but you need some points to start from." Garrison paused, considering. "If we can pinpoint some specific locations you were at the right approximate time, it gives us something to work with. If there's any hits, we can work backwards and forwards from there."

"Well, maybe you can backtrack Stryker. Look at it through the WEAPON project. See if you can back into personnel jackets, medical data, anything. Maybe go bug Laura's mom. She was in the fucking project." he said bitterly. "Also, Japan. Late 40s into the 50s. Maybe Okinawa. There's something." he said. "Know I was there. Don't remember it, but I know I was there."

"We're not getting into SHIELD without Uncle Pete's contacts doing it for us. Fury's got their archives locked down tighter than a chickadee's asshole in chokecherry season. WEAPON is a giant fucking black hole, other than that stuff you dug up from Stryker." Kane chewed his lip for a second. "Japan might be something. If you were there in the reconstruction years, you pretty much had to be a soldier or connected to the military. Most of those records have been disclassifed."

Logan grumbled. "Don't suppose you know where folks buried those WEAPON records?" he asked, only half-joking. A little commando raid on a records depot would suit him just fine. "But anyway. Yeah. Japan. Tie it into Nori's family." he said, then finished off his beer. "Might be nothing. Might be something. Records get buried for a reason, man."

"I'm not expecting to dig up your personnel record, Logan. Give me a little credit." Kane nudged over the cooler of beer with his foot to the other man. "But in that time frame, its possible we could find links under whatever cover identity you might have had. It doesn't matter what name it might have been; establishing your movements would be a way to build more information."

Logan fished himself out another beer and unscrewed it his way, which usually involved sacrificing a chunk of flesh. "Anything'd be good." he admitted. "So. You ever figure out what the fuck was going on with Adrienne? You two were thick as thieves, then she bugs out with no warning? Man, you must have fucked up large." he grinned.

"Why yes, my horrible and still unexplained breakup was a great deal of fun. The threat of the restraining order if I try and contact her is still in force." Kane said sourly. "No, I still have no idea. The last conversation I had with her was her suggesting fetish suits to wear for me when I got home from work, and then, bam, she's on a plane to Boston."

"And I thought I was crazy." he muttered, fighting back a grin. For once, the shoe being on the other foot was amazingly enjoyable. "Well, that's what people tell me."

"Hey, you're trying to pick up the married doctor lady behind the back of her eyeblasting husband. Shit nuts is the term we usually use for that kind of behaviour."

"Keeps things interesting." he said, neither confirming nor denying his statement. When it came to Jeannie, things were still ... complicated.

Logan hated complicated.

"Blunt tramua keeps things interesting. Global plague keeps things interesting." Kane occasionally forgot that Logan's mutation gave him a very different view on the world, and his perspective wasn't as easily decernible as others. "Ah, women are nuts. Easiest way to explain things."

Logan sat and stared off into nothingness for a moment, presented for a moment by a ... vision? A memory? A crossed wire in the scarred mass he called a brain? A vision of loveliness, a red-haired girl with a smirk on her face. "Aren't you coming?" she seemed to say to him before she turned away and faded back into the mists of memory. He felt a surge of something well up inside of him, a something that would not be identified, would not be explained.

It faded a moment later.

"Uh, you stroking out or something, Old Man?" Kane snapped his fingers in front of Logan's face. "Or am I suddenly sitting with my back to the cast of 'Boob Pirates of the Naughty Seas'?"

Logan blinked. "Nah. Forget it." he said with a grin at Kane's suggestion. "Though now that you mention it..." he said with a smirk.

"Boob Pirates of the Naughty Seas? I told you, the Professor audits the Danger Room. I can't program in holo-porn without getting a talking to and six cups of Earl Grey as punishment."

"Big tough guy like you shouldn't be afraid of a little Earl Grey." he retorted. "Besides, I'd like to see the looks on some of the kids faces when their normal program gets turned into porn." he grinned.

"You are a very strange little man." Kane said, and winced as a crushing check stopped a potential Leafs' drive on the net, and the action shifted back to towards their blue line.