It was the first time Logan saw Shay’s Fortress under the light of day, and it did not make the dark contorted towers any less disturbing. In fact, the faint sunrays breaking through the dense clouds casted an even more spectral shade of gray over the grass sea surrounding the Chimera base, and the plants rustling with the unyielding morning winds added a phantasmagoric whisper that followed Logan on his approach. Two figures in dark hoods and even darker eagle masks stood along the path, surrounded by the grass, their posture so impeccable and stance so unflinching they might as well be scarecrows. But scarecrows did not point weapons at people. Logan froze at the sight. He was confident enough that he could kill those men. Easy, their weapons were not high level enough, one high-energ

