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“Hey easy killer.” Drake said walking into the training room.
Logan had been down here for hours, the punching bag he was assaulting looked like it was seconds away from breaking apart. Logan’s knuckles were bloody, the punching bag smeared with it. He heard Drake enter but ignored his comment. He rear back and slammed his fist into it again. The bag dropped from the ceiling and a cloud of dust blew up around it as it did.
“And this is why we can't have nice things.” Drake smirked, leaning against the wall.
“Any smartass leads?” Logan asked, catching his breath as he turned around.
“No, no contact has been made. Although there is a situation at her friend's house.” Drake said with a shrug.
“Situation?” Logan asked, taking a sip from his water bottle.
“Yeah, her friend Joel
