Logan is leaned up against a tree sharpening one of his favorite daggers with a black blade, he lets out a irritated snarl as the third cigarette he's tried to smoke goes out from the rain son of a......he pulls this cigarette out of his mouth and throws it to the ground, he's tired and agitated from the long Trek through the forest since they got the Germany all I want is just one cigarette in 10 minutes of peace......his eyes flash red
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