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Why the hell he had ever agreed to such a ridiculous idea such as this one. War was no stranger to the man named Logan, yet he had never been a spy before. His unique abilities never allowed him to be more than a front-line warrior. His brother was still on the front-line, yet he had been reassigned due to some kind of new weapon.

A weapon that even frightened him. The sheer thought of torment that people would suffer through based on that evil woman's plan. Doctor Poison they had called her. The immediate thought inside of Logan's mind was to go in and slaughter everyone that he could. Deep down he knew that would only propagate the war just that much further. He could only imagine the retaliation that would be given for the death of Isabel Maru and Erich Ludendorff. Even he couldn't imagine being able to sleep at night knowing that many more deaths were on his hands. 

Though one key factor into all of this that everyone seemed to forget was inevitably they would find out he was a spy. It was quite obvious that he wasn't German. The ability to apprehend the notebook that had just been left out in the little room that Ludendorff and Maru had been in was simple enough. The escape? Not exactly as planned. Being followed by tons of German soldiers and being shot out of the sky towards what looked like certain death in fog and rock? Not exactly how he had seen himself going out. 

The impact the plane had made with the water had caused his head to slam into something, he couldn't exactly tell what had hit him. All he knew was he could feel his brain shutting off for a moment, but his body quickly moved into overdrive to start healing the damage that had been done. Though once he had been drug across the shore, it would only be a matter of moments, faster due to the Amazonian that seemed bound and determined to make sure he was alive.

The sudden urge to cough and spit the water that had been deep in his throat had caused his solid wet black hair, that extended down past his cheeks, to harmlessly bounce slightly around. His lungs felt like they had fire coursing through them as he felt his body push the foreign water out of his body. The Nazi uniform that he had been forced into wearing to undercover was completely soaked to the core of his body.

Then his eyes caught her eyes.

Then the endless questions seemed to start rolling away from her, quite beautiful lips. Immediately he pushed that thought out of his head, as that was the least of his worries at the moment. Germans had been pursuing him. The war was on this woman's doorstep, and he needed to make sure she was to safety before all hell seemed to break loose.

“Don't pray on me like you would a shooting star. I'm afraid I've brought the bad guys to your doorstep.” His voice seemed rougher than most peoples ever would. It held an edge, his hand slowly slid into her hand as she was helping him to his feet. “Logan.” The name always seemed to ground him in reality. His own boots seemed to be causing some of the sand to form small patters of mud. 

The boats off in the distance had drawn his attention. Without even hazarding to think if the woman that had found him could take care of herself, he put himself between her and the boats. At least he knew he could heal a few bullet wounds. “They are after me, and they are not good people. I can handle them once they land.” This wasn't him trying to talk down to Diana, this was his fault. He had to correct the problem that he had brought her.

Wherever the hell here was. The sun and wind were certainly a thousand times better than what he had originally thought he was crashing into.

What had even happened the fog and rocks from before? Another thought for another time. Logan could feel the slight jagged pain as his skin right between his fingers started to tear open so that his bones could push through. Normally he liked to hide this little fact from people, yet this moment was different. He had to draw all the attention away from her.