Got the Title Idea from the Comics. Takes place in the XMEN MOVIE universe. A lot of creative freedom involved, so don't expect anything not already established in this universe to be canon, such as select characters' origins, etc.

X-MEN

Sins of the Father

"We bring to you now some breaking news. Heavy evidence of a mutant attack on-"

At this point, Logan tuned the Television out. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard for as long as he can remember. Apparently, mutants are dangerous. Even though car crashes by drunk drivers are still the number one killer. But what does he know? He'd seen the news lately, and the anti-mutant sentiment was heating up more than it already had.

He remained seated at the kitchen table, taking periodic sips of root beer. What he would do for some Coors Beer right about now. Damn school and no alcohol. Trashing the root beer and heading towards the door towards the hallway, he figured he'd need a smoke right about now.

"Logan, where are you going?"

Wolverine stopped just short of the School's main door to regard Storm.

"Just goin' for a smoke, darlin'." Logan waved the packet nonchalantly. "What, did Chuck find anything else?" he asked, referring to the progress with any new whereabouts concerning the Defunct Weapon X program. Storm smiled sympathetically with a shake of her head.

Logan grunted in acknowledgement. Ever since his return from Japan, he found the Professor more or less alive and well. He chose not to even figure out how Chuck managed to survive being disintegrated. Professor X and Magneto had reached a sort of impasse upon his return. Apparently, the political game was getting more tense.

"Not yet. He's still working on it. The Professor wants to speak to you, though."

Logan sighed, eying his unlit cigar almost sadly. "This better be more important than my smoke," he grunted, gesturing for Storm to lead the way.

"Yes, wouldn't want to interrupt you attempting to get high," Storm couldn't help but quip. Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Logan, the reason I've called you here, is because I have a mission for you."

"Why me, doc?" Logan plopped down on the chair that the Professor invited him to sit on.

"Because of it's connection to your past," the Professor clarified. He steepled his fingers thoughtfully while resting his elbows on the oak desk. "It has to do with the Weapon X program you were recently able to pull from your memories. They trained another like you. Also, you're really the only other qualified staff to handle this."

"I already know about Deadpool," Logan assured with crossed arms. "His name was Deadpool, Weapon XI. I remember taking care of him."

"Yes, you did," the Professor agreed. Logan didn't know why, but that came off sounding a bit condescending.

"So...What?" Logan urged. Chuck was a good guy, but his way of talking cryptically was frankly, plain annoying.

"I'm not talking about Weapon XI, Logan. Recently, I've dug up information that references a Weapon XII," Xavier contimued, looking Logan directly in the eye.

"Shit."

Just what the world needs. Another conditioned killer mutant ready to fuck someone's shit up.

"As expected, his memories are heavily tampered with, so I could not retrieve much information about who hired him. I do however, have managed to locate his base of operations."

Professor X slid a manila folder across the desk. Stamped in red letters across the front was "MISCELLANEOUS".

Logan eyed the professor briefly before picking up the folder. Opening it, he read the basic information listed.

A shadow government installation that has political freedom in their campaign to "detain" dangerous mutants. This wasn't a surprise to him, but the funder behind the project was a strange name, given only as "ROMULUS". There was something about that name he didn't like. But then again, it was affiliated with this mutant hunting group. Of course it'd lave a bad taste in his mouth.

"Alright, so what do you need me to do? Bust the place down and take this mutant assassin guy out?"

"If you can, try to bring him back here."

Logan had to raise an eyebrow at the bald man. "Have you lost your shit?"

"It sounds strange Logan, but he may be the key to foiling this agency before it creates it's own track record."

"You're the Professor," Logan acquiesced, still unsure of Xavier's sanity at this point.

"Oh, and Professor," Logan added as he got up to leave.

"Yes, Logan?"

"Is it really getting worse out there? Enough for you to have agreed with recovering my memories?"

Charles sighed, looking off to the distance momentarily. "The situation is getting more desperate. Any other time, I would have retained the sentiment that you find out on your own."

Logan nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"But, my sources tell me that many shadow governments much like the Weapon X program are either being revived or created. Hence, your mission." Charles leaned back in his wheelchair, his hands coming to rest on the armrests.

"You have left a greater impression on government than you might believe. You remember from your last session, remembering the wars you've been in?"

Logan allowed himself a chuckle. "Yeah. Damn, who woulda' thought? Working with Nick Fury?"

"This proves that through your long life-span, you've managed to make many connections. Having S.H.I.E.L.D. as an ally can help immensely in what these shadow governments are planning."

Professor Xavier requested he take the Jet, something Logan was reluctant to do. He still had a dislike of flying. All this technology, and they don't have some sort of super motorcycle?

Strapping himself in, he wondered why he wasn't assigned with anyone for this mission. Sure, Bobby, Peter, and the rest of 'em weren't quite as experienced as say, One-eye, while he was alive.

...or Jean. Wolverine sighed aggressively. She was dead, for good this time. Unfortunately, it had to be him that did it.

The fact was that this had a lot do with his own past and the Professor allowing him to go it alone wasn't something he was going to complain about, he wasn't overly-confident of if he could take down a whole military base and bring back a trained mutant assassin.

Ah, why the hell not? If he would go by experience, he did something similar with three-mile island.

The hangar bay doors began to part, allowing the Jet take-off space.