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Warnings: violence, and perhaps a bit of language later on…
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It was a normal day at the Xavier Mansion. Not much going on… maybe a few screaming kids running around and using their powers in inappropriate ways, like freezing the crap out of someone, and electrocuting each other, possibly running through the walls of peoples rooms as they bang pots and pans together.
But over all, it was completely normal.
Storm sat out on the balcony, watching the clouds go by. Wolverine was in the kitchen, drinking some two percent milk, and reading the morning newspaper. Rogue and Gambit sat in the rec room and watched the younger students goof off.
It was a pretty peaceful morning. Not a care in the world for any of the X-men… until…
The doorbell rang, and Rogue stood up, calling "I've got it!" to the rest of them, causing them all the completely ignore her, and continue what they were doing, completely unfazed.
A brown haired man in his late forties stood there, an eye patch over his left eye, and a blue outfit covering his muscled body.
Rogue raised and eyebrow at him, and asked, "How may I help you?" the man looked down at her, eying her carefully, and replied, "May I speak to Logan." It was more of a demand than a question. Her eyebrow raised even higher as she scrutinized the man before her.
"May I let him know who's asking?" she asked sweetly, still studying him.
"No. Tell him S.H.I.E.L.D's here." He said sternly.
"I don't know, with that response, he might not be home." She said, smirking sarcastically.
"Listen, this is a matter of national- heck, international security. Now, is he home, or not." He said, losing his patience.
"Fury. What are you doin' here?" a deep, irritated voice asked sternly. 'Fury' looked behind Rogue, and made eye contact with a not-too-happy Wolverine.
"We need to talk, Logan, just us two." Fury said, eying Rogue again. Wolverine stepped forward to stand beside Rogue, and said, "Whatever you need to say to me, you can say in front of Rogue, too."
Just then, Gambit entered the lobby from the rec room, and seeing the scary man at the door, went to stand slightly behind Rogue.
Fury sighed, "Very well, in fact, you may want all the X-Men to hear this, as you won't be able to do this mission by yourself."
In the living room, once all the X-Men had settled into the many couches in the room, Fury addressed them, saying, "Five highly dangerous mutants have escaped from the Alpha Flight holding cells in Eastern Canada. We believe they used to belong to the program known as 'Weapon X'. Because of their behavior, we believe four of them are first-degree psychopaths. Their supposed leader, the eldest girl, we know for sure a third-degree. She is sadistic and masochistic. They have all been surgically enhanced. The Canadian government borrowed several of Kelly's sentinels, but they were all destroyed, quite thoroughly. We need the X-Men to bring them back in, so we can return them to their rightful places, in the captivity of Alpha Flight."
Everyone was silent a moment, thinking about these escapees, until Logan asked, "And how do we know you're not just trying to use them as weapons, and they escaped? I have a feeling this is a repeat of the time you sent me after the Hulk, and he turned out to be the good guy."
Fury looked at him sternly, and everyone else in the room, besides Logan, cringed at his expression.
"You know, Logan, we had a tracking system on each of them, and a video camera so we could keep an eye on them until we could catch them. She destroyed them. She actually bit them, and they blew up, in her mouth, and yet it didn't harm her. They had been heading south, towards DC; do you know how much damage they could do there? They could destroy the world as we know it. One of them has an artificial cybernetic mind; she can talk to computers. They are lead by a psychotic ex- Weapon X-er. You know how they are. One of them is a metamorphosis. We all know what they can do. One of them can shoot bullets out of his fingertips. Another makes her own virus, which she can pass to others, through touching them. The results of this can be passing out, going blind, being paralyzed, or an extremely slow, painful death, within seconds. And yet another can transform his arms into swords. Do you really want those mutants to get to the White House?" he asked accusingly, his eyebrows contorted into a 'Buzz Lightyear' pose.
Logan's face was blank, but you could tell he was irritated. He definitely did not like this guy. "No. But why can't you have, per ce, the Fantastic Four take care of these creeps?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Because these 'creeps' happen to be heading in a straight line for a certain 'Native American Reservation'… that may contain some… relatives of yours." the man said ominously.
"What are you talking about, Fury?" Logan demanded. Fury smirked evilly, looking down on the seated Wolverine.
"What if I told you, that you had children that you were not aware of?" Fury looked at Logan's face, and, seeing that he was interested in this statement, smiled, and said, "Have fun on your mission." And walked out the front door of the Xavier Institute.
"Do you think he was telling the truth, Logan?" Storm asked cautiously.
"I don't know… usually what Fury says isn't completely true… he may be lying about some of what he said… but, somehow, I think there is an… edge of truth there… somewhere."
"Do you think we should go and try to capture the escapees? Professor?" Kitty Pryde asked.
"I believe that you should be asking Logan that, Kitty." Professor X answered, causing Kitty's eyes to travel from him, to Logan.
"I think we should, Logan. They sound pretty dangerous, to me. And these 'completely normal' mornings are so boring."
"Fine. Let's go."
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