[ After he leaves the Scrapyard, Logan's got no real reason to return. His bike's fine, doesn't need any parts he can't get in the city, but the lack of any direction makes him restless. Yeah, he's drifted in the past. Roamed the wilds, buried himself out in towns so damn small, they're barely a village. But back home, the team had needed himā€”and somehow, in a way, he'd gotten used to that. To not being alone all the time. Having people around him, things he's gotta do for them.
Now they're gone. And he's kinda back where he started years ago.
So it's a scant two days since he arrived that he goes riding back to the Scrapyard. Figures he'll scope it out some more, see what's there on the off-chance he needs to know in a pinch. Learn who all the junkers are.
He's turning a spark plug in his handā€”not a bad idea to have a spareā€”when the cursing makes him glance up. He raises an eyebrow. New guy, huh? Logan doesn't say anything yet, but he's pretty clearly watching. ]
arrival.
Now they're gone. And he's kinda back where he started years ago.
So it's a scant two days since he arrived that he goes riding back to the Scrapyard. Figures he'll scope it out some more, see what's there on the off-chance he needs to know in a pinch. Learn who all the junkers are.
He's turning a spark plug in his handā€”not a bad idea to have a spareā€”when the cursing makes him glance up. He raises an eyebrow. New guy, huh? Logan doesn't say anything yet, but he's pretty clearly watching. ]