A/N:
If you've been paying attention to my profile, you can safely assume that this is the promised X-Men fanfic I wrote a couple of days. It's centered around and in X-Men Origins: Wolverine and is finished with 13 chapters. I'll be updating a chapter every day I can, and hope to have it all up within two weeks.
Please leave me a review, this is my first X-Men fic :)
I don't own X-Men, but I wish I did... That'd be soooooooooo awesome.
Our mission was simple: assassination. We weren't told exactly who the hit was but that had never mattered before. As long as we were given a photograph or anything with the hit's scent on it, James, Vic, and I could track it and take him, or occasionally her, down.
I tasted the air, each of the individual scents being analyzed and categorized automatically. Looking over the new information, I murmured new orders into the headset hanging securely at my right ear. The rest of the team was close by, taking advantage of the surroundings as we were taught and hiding behind crates of who-knows-what and vehicles.
The target was currently in what appeared to be a normal office building hidden away in the Colorado Mountains. The only thing setting it apart was the helipad on the ground a short distance from the building, the barbed wire fencing, and the military vehicles sitting in open view of the road. The tank sitting close to helipad didn't exactly blend into the scenery either.
Signaling to my favorite partner in crime, the man nodded. I narrowed my eyes slightly and focused my mind closer to his, my favorite method of communication.
James, we're going to have to get in and get out of here. We can't stop to-
I know damn well what we're doing here, James growled back mentally. I sighed, only perceptible to his feral hearing, but nodded determinedly, sliding out of his mind. Damn telepath, James thought loudly, not really meaning his thoughts. We had been through a lot over the year we've known each other.
"Zero, in position. Target in sights," a man's voice echoed quietly over the headset.
"Hold position, Zero. We only get one shot at this," I ordered, my voice leaving no room for argument. Farther away, a voice chuckled. "Wade, shut the hell up before I sew your mouth shut," I growled into the headset. James chuckled to himself.
"Where'd Johnny Boy go?" Wade asked curiously. He was responded with a muffled crack and the slight smell of sulfur sounding close to him. The whole team was entertained by his shout of surprise until the lights inside the building flashed twice. I cursed under my breath.
Silent alarm, I warned everyone, signaling the team to get ready for a fight. James' bone claws slid out with the usual squelch, his brother's claws lengthening as per usual. I heard the readying of a gun a in the distance from Zero's position, the sharp shooter getting prepared. Wade's katanas were drawn almost silently and John cracked his neck. Dukes rolled his shoulders back, tired of hiding behind the closest military truck.
Even farther away, I felt Stryker and Bradley, still on the plane in case we needed a quick getaway. My mind brushed against Bradley's and I warned him to keep an eye on the surrounding areas as a barbed wire fence began to swing closed on the building.
Zero, do you still have a clear shot?
… Negative. Target on the move, on elevator heading up to the top floor.
Perfect, I smirked. Prey always felt safer off of the ground. Too bad they were always wrong, especially when it came to us. Dukes, you're handling the tank. Zero, I want you and Vic taking out the guards and setting up a perimeter. Nothing gets out. Everyone else, with me. Stay close and don't get shot. I'm not in the mood to save anyone's ass today, I ordered.
Hearing no complaints, except from Wade's end, I began the mental countdown.
Three… Two… One… Now! I shouted mentally, rolling out of the safety of the truck. I was immediately under a heavy rain of fire. My eyes couldn't track them all but I didn't bother trying. I let myself take the more superficial hits, letting my healing factor have fun, while I did my best to divert the more dangerous bullets to the ground. My telekinesis might not be incredible, but I could deflect bullets without too much hassle.
I walked leisurely towards the front door as the hail of bullets slowed to a stop as Zero and Vic finished off the guards.
I didn't bother pulling at the door, instead letting James open it, grinning crookedly. I rolled my eyes at him, my right hand shooting down to my waist to rest on the hilt of my own sword. I raised an eyebrow and his grin faltered ever so slightly and he walked inside, the rest of us trailing after him.
Glancing around as he and Wade made quick work of the few guards left, I started walking towards the stairs. Without Bradley, it wasn't worth it to keep restarting the elevator each time the hit tried to shut it down. It was much easier to go up the stairs.
"Aww, come on Kori-" He quieted when my sword swung towards his head. His katana was barely unsheathed in enough time to block the hit. I lowered my blade, scowling when I saw the new chip in my sword.
"This is my op, Wade. I recommend you shut up and start climbing," I grinned sadistically. I might only be nineteen, I might be a woman, but that doesn't mean I'd let an idiot like Wade undermine my authority.
He swallowed, sheathing his sword as he began climbing the stairs. The hit was on the eighth floor, not too bad. I've made them run twenty floors before.
At the top of the stairs I straightened the headset on my ear, brushing my hair out of my face. I refused the get it cut, no matter how unethical it was.
"Zero, where is the hit?"
"Administrative office, east side."
"Guards?"
"Twelve with assault rifles. Two with handguns including the hit." I nodded, this would be easy.
"When you see we're clear, get out of here. We'll meet you at the jet," I ordered. He acknowledged my orders and I turned back to the team. "Normal job. In and out. Wade, take care of the guards. Let me do the talking."
"Re, I don't think you should-"
"I don't think you should-" I was cut off by gunfire originating from the east corner and I growled, already running towards the door at the end of the hallway.
Just like I expected, Vic was standing there, covered in blood and surrounded by bodies, staring hungrily at the hit. I growled at him, slicing a tendon in his right leg. He knelt down, clutching his leg in pain.
"Control yourself, Sabretooth. This is still my op. I don't think anyone in this room would be very upset if I wanted to see if a limb would grow back." Vic grinned crookedly at me, his eyes not losing that hungry look as they turned to me.
"Any time, Tweetie," he smirked. My hand tightened around the hilt of my sword but I sheathed the weapon.
"I apologize for my… friend's rudeness. However, I'm afraid I'm here for information, information I intend to get," I smiled tightly. The hit, a balding white man staggered back half a step. My smile broadened slightly. "Take out the handgun on your left hip and give it to my good friend with the claws, would you?"
The man jumped as James stepped forward, his hand reaching out. The man pulled out the gun but didn't give it away. Instead, he pointed it towards me with a shaking hand. I grinned, my lip curling.
"I dare you," I purred. James raised and eyebrow at me, quieting under my glare before I resumed staring intently at the hit. The sound of gunfire rang out, a single bullet, and I felt a pain in my right shoulder. I looked down to see the flesh already knitting itself back together until the bullet, a shining silver lump of metal, poked out from my wound and landed with a clink on the marble floors. I nodded at the hit as John appeared behind him, throwing the gun to James and slamming the man down onto the table in a single movement. The man shook with fear, his eyes watering as his brain processed what just happened.
"Not a bad shot. That might have killed- well… Wade, I guess. Anyway, Mr. … Jamison, was it? Anyway, Mr. Jamison, I'm afraid you know certain information I want to know."
"I'll tell you anything you want!" the man broke down, sobbing into the papers. "Just don't kill me! Please! I have a wife, two-" He was silenced with a smack to the back of the head, courtesy of myself. Guilt was something I couldn't have, not in this job.
"Do I look like I care about your personal history? Shut the hell up," I ordered. "Now, Mr. Jamison, a very good source has told me of your involvement in the Selectionariots."
"How- how did you-"
"Is that true Mr. Jamison?"
"I won't-" He stammered. I raised my sword to his neck.
"Answer the question, Mr. Jamison," I said quietly. The blade inched closer to his neck until the cold metal touched his bare skin and he froze.
"Okay! Okay, I'll tell you! I was in it! An old friend of mine, one of my college roommates-"
"I don't care about your personal history, Mr. Jamison. Now answer me this, where are they?"
"Where- where are who?" he stammered, genuine confusion on his face and in his scent. I glanced at James.
Do you smell a lie?
No, he said, looking confused. I sighed, frustrated.
"Where are the nineteen mutants that your precious Selectionariots have taken? Would you like to see names? Pictures?"
"I- I wasn't involved with any of that!" He shouted out. I clenched my jaw, my hand shaking with anger.
"Wrong answer," I growled, the sword already coming down. I stared, hard, at the men in the room. "Not a word to Stryker. Not the faintest hint of a whisper." I got solemn nods, even from Wade, as my answer. I cleaned my blade before sliding it back into it's sheath, sighing as I crack my neck. I slid the ring off of Mr. Jamison's right index finger, an ugly college class ring that he never took off, as proof of kill. I pocketed the ring before glancing out of the window, a helicopter appearing on the horizon.
"Move out," I ordered, jumping out of the window and falling the eight floors to the ground. James and Vic followed me out of the window, landing in a crouch like I did to cushion my fall. John grabbed Wade's arm before teleporting down to meet us and we set off towards the jet, still hidden in the dense forests and snow.
"Care to tell me what the hell that was about?" James said casually, covering the anger I could smell in his scent. I glanced up at him, standing in the doorway of my training room. I, unlike the rest of the team, had my own little suite complete with my own bedroom, a study, a personal training room, and a private bathroom. I loved being captain.
"I don't, actually," I snapped back. Two seconds later, I felt guilty and I sighed. "James, look, I'm sorry. It's just- I really don't want to talk about it. Too close to home. Literally."
And just like that, James backed down. We all had screwed up pasts, especially when it came to family. I'd same Vic and James won the blue ribbon but I was a close second. I might not have killed my father, but I often wished I had. It was because of him I wasn't allowed to see my sister. It was because of him and his hate group that my Annabelle was taken.
James must have noticed something off about me, no matter how hard I tried to hide whatever 'it' was. That was really my only problem with James. He's seen me gut men in seconds, almost beating his record, but still he saw me as fragile. Either way, he stepped closer into my personal space, carefully evading any miscellaneous parts that barred his path. I had been practicing my telekinesis again and it showed this time.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, all teasing gone. I glanced up into his eyes and remember just how old he was. How many years he's seen.
But still, I somehow managed to shake my head.
"I'll handle it. I just- I need… a drink," I said, giving up. "Did you and Vic leave me a beer?" And the crooked grin was back. I sighed, already knowing the answer. "Is there any alcohol left in this place?"
"There might be some whiskey in the cupboard under the sink," James chuckled. I rolled my eyes, still trying to shake a sense of guilt from my system. Each hit did that to me. James said it was because I wasn't a monster. Wade made a joke about women's rights and their duty in the kitchens. That was the last time I told Wade anything outside of orders.
"Take me to the whiskey," I ordered teasingly. James rolled his eyes but lead the way to the kitchen.
A/N:
If you got a little confused, the Selectionariots are just another anti-mutant, pro-humanity group I made up. Kori/Re/Raven's younger sister was abducted two years ago and Kori had been searching for her after escaping from her abusive father, which is when Stryker found her. That's pretty much it.
Normally I wouldn't tell you all of that but it doesn't make it's way into the story really at any point. It's important background information, though, so I thought I'd just tell you before anyone gets very confused.
Also, Kori is going to consistently call Logan 'James' for the four chapters ago. Again, important to know if you didn't pick up on that.
I know Logan is kind of OOC but there isn't much background on his personality that I found viable so I just pretended that Re softened him up a bit like Rogue does years later and went with that.
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