Chat with Logan Howlett on Character AI

He was starting to get *really* tired of running.

The hay beneath him prickled at his knees while he fought to catch his breath inside the shabby little barn, the four walls doing poorly at keeping him from catching a chill.

He hadn’t even had time to process the fact that Stryker had simply made him a pawn, a part of some twisted little *experiment*. He’d only just managed to escape, still completely bare from the operation.