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Logan ran his hand through his hair, sighing. He slid off the wrecked building, landing lightly in the soft dirt.
He pulled his staff out of his bag, inspecting the embedded jewel for a second before setting off. Expertly dodging the thorny vines whipping around to catch him, he strode over to what used to be a child’s playground.
It was old, and much taller and simpler than newer ones. Logan climbed up the ladder to the top, sitting down on the platform and looking down the 10 metres to the ground. Brambles twisted around the bottom of the ladder, but they didn’t make it up high enough to pose a threat.
A scream alerted him, and he jumped up, sliding down the edge of the slide to the ground. He quickly located the source of the scream, seeing somebody flailing around in midair, a vine wrapped around their waist.
“Φωτιά.” he pointed his staff at the thorny branches, and they burst into flames, the plants shrinking away and releasing the child.
Logan narrowed his eyes as they whipped out a wand, pointing it at him with a glare.
“I stand with Veneficius?” Logan said hesitantly, the child nodding sharply and lowering their wand. “I should hope you do.” they snapped.
“There’s not a lot of warlocks left that aren’t corrupted.” Logan nodded, drawing himself up to his full height, nearly double theirs.
“Why are you not at base?” he asked. They rolled their eyes, glaring. “I’m a scout.” “Which one?” Logan adjusted his glasses.
“F-03. Janus.” “Patton’s son?” Logan asked. Janus nodded, frowning. “You know him?” “Yes. I could take you to him, if you’d like.” he offered.
“Really?” Janus raised an eyebrow. “Of course. He’s been on the run from Moribus for a long time, but he talks about you a lot.” Logan smiled.
“I- yes. Please. I want to see him.”
*
Janus melted into Patton’s arms, holding him tightly as if when he let go, Patton would disappear.
“H-hey kiddo.” Patton said shakily, smiling.
“Hey dad.”