Logan whipped all the blood off his katana with a practiced flick of his wrist. “That was easier than I expected. It’s like they weren’t even trying at the end.” he complained.

Scott glared at him. “This isn’t a game.” He gestured at the bodies that littered the stone hallway. “These people are all dead.”

The shorter, stockier man shrugged. “Look kid, I didn’t ask them to attack us and I sure as hell didn’t see you holding back. If you’re expecting me to cry over killing these idiots, you’re going to be waiting a long time.”

Grimacing, Scott pushed past Logan and mounted the stairs two at a time.

You can run from me, Logan thought, but you can’t run from your conscience. He knew that from experience. If you were lucky, the scars would heal. Still, it wouldn’t do to let Scott run into a trap because he was angry about shedding blood. Logan hurried to catch up.

He found Scott systematically opening doors and looking inside.

“What was the plan once we find this Grey Woman of yours again?” Logan asked.