Weirdos in Logan, and Other Tales From the Road. Chapter One.

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Chapter One: The Shadowboxing Magician

A young guy stands just over six feet tall with hair that's a little too long and bushy for his narrow face. The sleeves of his black ski jacket are a little too short for his arms.

We have been sitting here for hours.

He stands to stretch and his sleeves fall revealing hands and wrists bound in black Everlast boxing wraps. He clutches his fists while standing idly. His piercing eyes survey the airport searching for possible opponents. He can take them. Eyebrow raised and jaw protruding, he throws a few punches into the air as subtly but convincingly as he can.

He must not waste a second of time. A true fighter never rests. They train when and where they can. He wouldn't be caught dead without his wraps securely fastened, prepared for battle.

But that's not all he's traveling with.

He stealthily slides a stack of cards out of his inside coat sleeve and practices shuffling and card tricks. Jack of all trades. He's always training for something. Always prepared.

"Tool," Steve observes.