"Meredith, stay with me," Sean orders as he stops in his tracks halfway down the steps leading away from the station, as if he thinks she has any intention of wandering off right now. He should have expected something like this, but it's still about the last thing he needs right now. There are four of them, all wearing matching black bodysuits underneath peasant clothes; a tall, dark-skinned woman; a solidly-built Eastern-European man; a regular blond mountain of a man; and, of course, Wolverine, though not the one Meredith knows. No, this one belongs here.

"Looks like somebody beat us to your rescue operation, Logan," the woman says coolly, clearly displeased with any manner of complication. The day has been full of them, as Sean recalls.