You were sitting in a bar in Lawthorne City. You had hitched a ride here with a man called Logan who was coming to fight someone in a cage match. You had come to watch. While waiting at the bar you saw a girl around the same age as you come in and sit down. You saw her eyeing the tip jar, longingly. You felt sorry for her. As well as being able to copy yourself you could also sense other mutants. You knew how she must be feeling. Logan came in. You looked at the barman. He had bet you that Logan would lose to the guy he fought. You held out your hand. He slapped $500 into your hand. "You want anything" you asked the girl sitting next to you. She smiled and said yes. You bought her a drink and yourself and waited. Logan sat down. Then someone came in. You could tell he was going to be trouble. After talking to Logan, he pulled out a knife and went to stab Logan. "Look out!" shouted the girl next to you. Logan turned around and claws came out of his hands. At the guys throat. "Logan, calm down, lets go" you said to him, in a calm voice. You heard a click and looked round. The barman was holding a shot gun. "Get out of my bar, freak" Logan brought his other hand up and sliced the gun in half and walked out, you following him. You beckoned to the girl to come too. She followed you at a distance. You and Logan got into the truck. They pulled away. You heard the trailer bumping as if there was someone in it. Logan heard it too. He got out.
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