Logan tinkered in an abandoned apartment building, rats skittering around, creating different weapons made of carbon. Making a makeshift fire extinguisher, but a bit more lethal, an increased fire rate of carbon dioxide entering his targets lungs and burning their eyes. He grinned at the thought. [i]Oh someday. Someday I will have power over this god-forsaken world.[/i] he looked at out the window, and put his hand on the sill,  termites crawled up and down his skin and he brusquely wiped them off. Watching people enter and exit the bar outside was fascinating, picking up on their social cues and such wasn't all too hard. In Qatar, Logan hadn't gotten much of the social thing as he had mostly been trying to take over the government. Watching people exit the bar was as most as he got, and now he thought he should blend in. He threw his hoodie on as he threw open the window, he jumped out and made a pillar of carbon beneath him just so he could jump down to the concrete under that. He landed in the alleyway and walked out, the pillar of carbon disappeared behind him.