Logan ran & ran. His primary exit wasn't far now, but he could hear more doors crashing under the violence thrown at them. The hunterkillers were not far behind. As he finally reached the window he was planning to use as his primary means of escape, his passage was barred by Curly. Or at least, what used to be Curly. Half his synthetic face & hair was gone, now revealing his mechanical nature for all to see. Not yet recovered from the shock of meeting one of his hunters, Logan jumped towards the nearest door. Flashes, pain, bloodstains on the wall, Logan was hit, but still running. The door lead to a staircase. Logan ignored the stairs going down, going back into the basement would make that same basement his tomb. Swiftly he ran up. Alone with pain as his compagnion, he reached the roof. Without hesitating he kept on running. Seeing the abyss getting closer & closer, Logan sped up, disregarding the pain & the blood running down his left leg. To Logan it seemed like he hung in the air forever, in the uncertainty whether he would reach the hole in the wall on the opposite side. The painful landing eventually made clear he had made it. Pain was good, it lets you know you are still alive. As bullets started impacting all around and dust was starting to cloud his vision, he reached into his backpack, dropped a small bundle on the ground & he continued his flight. Seconds later, as Logan had expected, he felt the impact of heavy bodies on concrete. Reaching into his pocket he pressed the small remote, the small bundle instantly exploded. The building shook & started collapsing. Without looking back, Logan disappeared in an alley. Upon inspection, his wounded leg seemed in relatively good shape, a simple fleshwound. He made a tourniquet & used a stim. After that, he started sneaking through the dark ruins of the city, knowing full well the hunterkillers would soon dig their way out of the rubble.