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Logan had heard what Lan had said about him, and was laughing really hard to himself. He nearly laughed out loud, but all that made it out of him was a little grunt of laughter. At least the dude had an opinion. A couple guys from his academy hated his guts for no reason, other than the fact that he whopped their ass everytime he fought, or took an exam. But what Lan said about the entire team was quite true: They were a bunch of random people who had nothing in common stuck together in a team. But maybe that was the point? Lock had said that their mission was to not only bring about the glory of this little dome, but to grow and build as a team. So, maybe the General has a cruel sense of humor, and wanted them all to rip each other apart. Logan didn't mind, he was the Medic after all: They may all hate him, but eventually they would all need him, it was just a matter of time. And what made him so deadly was the fact that he knew it.

Logan looked at all the butchered dummies and smiled to himself, glad he hadn't lost his touch while in Psycho school. That place was so boring when it wasn't productive. When Logan wasn't learning anything, he had been taught to sit there and do nothing, something to do with channeling mind energy. He didn't do that. He instead practised the technique he was famous for: The one that was called the Spider's Web. He called it that after the one guy gave him the nickname Spider.