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Logan sat at the small table at the back of the smoky bar. His sunglasses pushed up high on the bridge of his nose and his blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail. He scanned the room until his eyes stopped on the redhead that was entering. He smiled when she seen him and stated to make her way over.

"Victoria, it's been awhile since the last time we met. How's James?" he asked.

"James is dead," she said dryly. Logan leaned back in his chair.

"I'm incredibly sorry," he said. She brushed the matter away.

"Do you remember the Cullens?" she asked. Logan snorted.

"How could I forget them," he growled. She smirked.

"I want them destroyed," she said simply. Logan raised his eyebrows.

"Word on the street is you are starting an army. Is that true?" Logan asked.

"Yes, but I need more experienced fighters. I don't care what or who they are. Can you get them for me?" she asked roughly. Logan looked at her for a minute and nodded.

"There was a wolf pack in New York about fifty years ago that the Cullens had a fight with. There are still about seven remaining and then there is a vampire in Maine who can influence the mind," he said. Victoria smirked.

"Perfect," she said standing up.

"When's the soonest we can start?" she asked. Logan looked at her.

"What do you mean 'we'?" he asked. Victoria rolled her eyes.

"I can't do this on my own," she laughed coldly. He stared at her.

"There is something I need to warn you about though," he said.

"What is it?" she demanded.

"It might be hard to find these people," he warned.

"I have the rest of eternity," she hissed before walking in the direction of the door. Logan watched as she went and couldn't help but smirk at the thought of ripping Carlisle's head off his shoulders.