Wesley nodded. "Right to work, very good." After another sip of his scotch, he reached into his jacket pocket and extracted a small USB memory key. Handling it just a little too gently, he placed it on the table between them.

"I've been tracking a demon," he explained, lowering his voice. "And this particular nasty is of an especially difficult nature, especially these days. Its name is Moloch, and it lives inside a computer." Wesley smiled, knowing just how outlandish a suggestion it would sound.

"More accurately, I'm told, Moloch is sentient information that is able to traverse computer networks. I've narrowed things down to one of the... what do you call them... server farms, here in the area, but I'm rather stuck for how to proceed."

Leaning back, Wesley waited for Logan's reaction.