~Magneto is escaping. Report to the war room immediately.~ The professor's voice infiltrated the minds of the four X-men.
Three of them had been teaching classes, and after quickly excusing the teenagers for the rest of the afternoon, reported for duty. The fourth had been working on his motorcycle. The flesh of his hand caught painfully in the pliers he was holding as the mental call jarred his thoughts.
A string of curses flew from his mouth as he shook his injured hand, the wound healing almost immediately.
"Why can't we just have an intercom system like any ordinary school," he muttered as he hurried to the war room.
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Jubilee knew what was happening when Scott paused mid-sentence in his English lesson and then cancelled class as he ran out of the room. The X-Men were going into action. This time, they weren't going without the whole team.
She signaled to Rogue, Gambit, Iceman, Pyro, and Shadowcat, and they huddled around her.
"Ok, guys. This is it. We've gotta convince them to take us."
"But Jubes," Kitty interrupted. "We're only the back-up team. We haven't even graduated yet. If they needed us, wouldn't the professor have called us?"
"We're graduating in two months. Besides, they do need us; they just don't know it yet."
-----
The X-Men left the war room and ran straight into their younger counterparts, who were suited up and ready to go.
"What's this?" Scott asked.
Jubilee stepped forward. "We're going with you."
"The hell you are," Logan replied. "This isn't some new mutant discovering his powers. We're going up against Magneto and the Brotherhood."
"All the more reason to have us there. Magneto can turn *you* into a human refrigerator magnet. I think you need the backup."
"We don't have time for this," Scott said. "You're staying."
"No, we're not."
~Scott,~ the professor interrupted. ~Let them join you. They're trained. Magneto will escape if we wait too long.~
"Ok, we'll brief you on the way."
-----
As the X-jet landed, the doors to the prison complex burst open, and the Brotherhood emerged: Magneto, Sabretooth, Toad, and Mystique.
Magneto immediately took in the sight of the X-Men exiting the jet and approaching. The Brotherhood were outnumbered. Even though their newer opponents appeared to be mere children, he did not want to take the chance of being recaptured.
"Split up. Fight them if you must, but do not allow yourself to be overwhelmed. Meet up at the second rendezvous point."
The Brotherhood split up, each traveling in different directions away from the X-Men.
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Logan would not be denied. He took off running after Sabretooth.
"Logan!" Scott called, but the mutant was already deep into the trees.
"Ok, we're splitting up."
He teamed Jubilee and Pyro with Storm, Rogue and Gambit with Jean, and Shadowcat and Iceman were with him. That way, each team had an experienced member, and they had a wider variety of powers at their disposal. Storm went after Toad; she'd defeated him before. Jean went after Mystique; she'd be able to sense Mystique's mind. He went after Magneto.
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Logan caught up with Sabretooth quickly. As soon as Sabretooth smelled him approaching, he stopped and turned, eager for a fight.
They slashed, stabbed, punched, and beat each other until they were both bleeding from too many wounds to count. They were so involved with each other and with the fight, that they didn't notice they were being surrounded.
Under normal circumstances, no one would ever be able to get this close to either of them without detection. But it wasn't until the multiple tranquilizer darts struck both their bodies that they realized they were not alone. By then, it was too late.
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"Report. Do you have Weapon X?"
Bzzt. "Yes sir. We have them both. We took off undetected and are flying cloaked. E.T.A.: 1 hour 12 minutes."
The Professor signed off and rubbed his hands in anticipation. Both of them. Sabretooth and Wolverine.
Wolverine, grafted with a metal skeleton. He would not escape again. This time, after his memories were purged, he would be reconditioned. He would become Weapon X. The perfect weapon.
Khaki
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The professor switched his radio to a different signal.
"Team 2. The objective has been met. Recapture the bait."
It had taken time to arrange things, almost a year, but it was worth all the effort when his plans came together so well.
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Storm, Jubilee and Pyro had caught up with Toad. He was high in the trees, jumping around, avoiding Jubilee's paffs and Storm's strong wind blasts with relative ease. Pyro didn't want to burn the forest down, so he couldn't use his powers. Toad was springing away from another of Jubilee's strikes when he felt pain in his leg.
His vision was already fuzzy when he looked down and saw the tranquilizer dart sticking out of his thigh. By the time he reached the branch he was aiming for, his body had become sluggish, and his hands had lost all their strength. He lost what grip he had and fell to the forrest floor.
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Cyclops, Iceman, and Shadowcat were having their own problems with Magneto. Before Cyclops could get a single shot off, his metal visor started to melt, the metal covering the ruby quartz and blocking his vision.
Iceman tried to freeze Magneto, but he was immediately pelted by rocks, causing him to duck behind cover.
Shadowcat phased after she was hit the first few times and was closing in on Magneto, when he gasped and collapsed into her arms. There was a tranquilizer dart in his back.
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'This feels wrong,' Mystique thought as she ran to the rendezvous point. 'The information we had on the facility was good, too good, and the escape was too easy.'
They'd gotten to Magneto's cell and escaped, meeting almost no resistance. This facility, supposedly filled to the brim with guards, was suddenly deserted.
She could hear the X-Men approaching. She quickly shifted into Wolverine before they came into view.
"Logan, what're you doing over here?" asked the girl with the white streaks. 'She calls herself Rogue,' Mystique reminded herself.
"Looking for Sabertooth. He came around this way," she said as she approached the group. Only a few more feet, and then she could bring out the claws and attack.
The redhead, who'd had her eyes shut for a few seconds, snapped her head up. "It's Mystique!"
As she created the claws and brought them around to attack, she felt the prick of a needle in her shoulder. Whatever drug she'd been given acted fast, she stumbled and collapsed before she could get in one good swipe.
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~Jean, Magneto is down. The guards from the facility helped us recapture him. How're you doing?~ Scott asked Jean through their psychic link.
~The same thing happened here, Scott. Everything's under control.~
~Ok, contact the rest of the team. Tell them to return to the jet.~
A few minutes later, Cyclops was being guided by Iceman and Shadowcat through the woods back to the jet, when Jean's voice broke into his thoughts.
~Scott, Logan's gone! I can't sense him.~
Khaki
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"Sir, the bugs in the Xavier School are live. Wolverine's gone missing."
"Good thing they haven't found the ones you planted when you were there, Nick."
"There's no way they can't know, Dum Dum. Leavin' 'em's just their way of sayin' they're willin' ta work with us. An' I'm glad they are."
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The next day.
The backup X-Men team were waiting at the airport at Jubilee's insistence.
A pair of flights arrived within ten minutes of each other and people only Jubilee recognized directly were there. Mariko Yashada from Japan, and from Madripoor, Tyger Tiger and her daughter Karma. Jubilee had learned that her real name was Xian Coy Manh. She preferred Karma.
Jubilee greeted all of them with hugs. "Love the pink hair, Karma."
"Thanks. We brought someone else. She might make things go our way." She gestured towards a larger woman with pasty white skin and a black circle over one eye. "This is Nina."
"Call me Domino."
"Um, I may be wrong," Kitty observed, "But aren't dominos usually black with white spots."
"There are other types, and the name's about the fact things tend to fall my way."
"Yeah, codenames can be weird, Shadowcat. You aren't a cat are you?" Bobby teased.
"No. I'm stealthy as a shadow and quick as a cat. And I'm gonna get you for constantly making fun of my codename."
"Will the two of ya ever stop flirtin'?" Marie demanded. "We gotta go rescue Logan."
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"I found the kids, Professor. They're at the airport picking up Logan's friends."
"Thank you, Jean."
"Aren't you upset, Sir? Bringing in outsiders without permission."
"Actually the people they have called may have access to means we do not."
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"Dum Dum, call Nickie. Tell her I'm coming to the school."
He had planted Nickie over a year and a half ago at the school when he'd been looking for Logan the first time. She was a telepath and had been working as a teacher there since, working on his plan for a mutant special ops force.
"You might wanna see this before you go." Dum Dum said, handing Nick the day's results of Ambassador Becker's phone taps. "We have another Weapon X reference."
Nick had a tap on the Ambassador's phone ever since he showed an interest in finding Logan. The tap hadn't produced any valuable information on this Weapon X program or how it related to Logan, but he kept Logan informed whenever it was mentioned.
The last call was two weeks ago and the entire conversation was:
"Weapon X is a go."
"Proceed."
Today, there was another phone call. The transcript read:
"Weapon X is secure."
"Very well."
-----
Logan woke to the distinct but distant growls of Sabretooth. As he took in his surroundings, real panic started to set in.
He was strapped to a metal table, an IV attached to his arm. He unsheathed his claws, trying to cut free, even cut through the table, but he couldn't move his hands enough to cut anything but air.
Then he heard the voice. A voice that, even though he couldn't consciously remember the owner, sent chills down his spine.
"Ah, Weapon X is awake. Let's begin the mind-wipe."
"Yes, Professor."
Khaki
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"What's the matter, Ferro? It didn't take nearly this long to clear his mind last time."
The Professor stood next to the telepath, both hovering over the bound man on the metal table. Every inch of Logan's body was tense, almost shaking at the effort to hold on to his mind.
"There are two reasons," Ferro responded. "One, someone's trained him to ward off this kind of attack. He's not a telepath, but he's got shields that he didn't have before. Even the drugs aren't helping break them down much. Two, I'm almost seventeen years older, and can't sustain the pressure long enough to break through the shields. If you'd given me the healing factor last time..."
"He escaped before the job was completed. There was no healing factor to give you."
"You should have given it to me at the beginning instead of the end of the project."
"That wasn't, and isn't, the deal. First, we get our weapon. Then, you get virtual immortality. Now, back to work. He's starting to recover."
They both looked down at Logan to see that the shaking had subsided and his breathing had become more steady.
"All right," Ferro said, putting his hands on either side of Logan's head and bending over.
Logan's body immediately tensed again, his breathing hitched and rapid, as he fought off the mental assault.
-----
Marie was waiting when the professor emerged from Cerebro. He'd been in there for hours and she was hoping that this time, he'd had some success. When she saw his face, those hopes were dashed. His features were a mix of confusion and worry.
"Ya still can't sense him?"
"No, but I know he's out there. It feels almost like when he and Jubilee were in Japan. Like I'm being blocked or like he's in some kind of dead zone."
"Another telepath?"
"Most likely."
"Well then, we'll just have to find him the old-fashioned way." Marie said, heading upstairs to talk with Logan's friends.
Khaki
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Marie reached the top of the stairs and almost bumped into Domino, who was just finishing a call on her cell phone. She looked like she was on her way out.
"Ah just talked to the Professor. He says he's being blocked and can't find Logan," she said.
"I've been doing some checking. Back when the old man was working for the CIA, he was running with three other men as part of Team X. They did black ops. He didn't tell me much, but I do know their names. Luckily, one of them, Maverick, is in town. He should have some information on what they were into and who they were dealing with at the time. I'll have to hurry if I'm going to catch him."
"Can I come with?" Marie asked.
"Where I'm going, it's dangerous, and you'll stick out like a sore thumb."
"I can blend, and I can take care of myself. I was on my own for months before Logan and I came here."
"You've never been to Hell's Kitchen have you?" Domino gave her a penetrating look, taking in the tight little T-shirt and jeans and the overall look of vulnerability. "They'd have you for lunch."
Marie looked back at the woman in front of her. She looked like Snow White with a black eye and an attitude. The skin-tight black kevlar/leather body armor only added to that, so did the gun strapped to her side. Domino saw her stare and adjusted her jacket to cover it.
"Where I'm going just wouldn't be safe for you." Domino pushed past her and headed down to the garage. During her talks with Logan over the past year, he had told her about how great the motorcycles here were. She'd need the speed and her mutant luck if she was going to catch Maverick before he finished his job and headed out of town, and the last thing she needed was a shadow to worry about.
Lurker
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Ambassador Becker was working through a mountain of paperwork when he heard his secretary's voice through the door.
"Sir, stop! You can't go in there!"
The door to his office flew open and the handle embedded itself in the wall as Colonel Nick Fury stormed in. He approached the Ambassador, grabbing the collar of his suit coat and lifting him bodily out of his seat, slamming him against the wall.
As the Ambassador hung from his shirt front, legs swinging about a foot above the floor, Nick leaned in close and growled, "Where is he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Colonel Fury, and if you want to keep your job..."
He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Nick pulled him forward and slammed him against the wall again.
"Wrong answer. Where is Logan, or should I say, Weapon X?"
The Ambassador's face paled as he realized that the colonel knew of the existence of the project. 'How much does he know?' he wondered as he tried to think a way out of his predicament.
Nick watched the emotions play over the Ambassador's face, the shock at his mention of Weapon X, the concern and worry of being exposed, the concentration as he tried to think up a plausible story.
"Tell me where he is, right now, or I'll kill you, right now," Nick said in an eerily calm voice.
He saw the Ambassador's expression change to fear and terror and knew he was telling the truth when he said, "I don't know where he is."
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Logan was using the techniques Professor Xavier had taught him. He was imagining a wall, very high, very thick, made out of adamantium, surrounding his mind. He could feel the attack coming from all around him, causing cracks to form in its surface. He kept reinforcing it, but the cracks grew bigger.
The more cracks that appeared, the less able he was to repair the damage. He was even starting to forget how to repair the damage.
The attack had stopped for a few minutes, and he was doing everything he could to repair the damage during the reprieve, when he was hit full force by a barrage of psychic energy and a hole was blasted out in front of him.
It was in his mind. It was through, and it had started to feed. He was losing his memories.
'No! Not again! I won't forget them again!'
But even as he thought these things, he was having trouble remembering who they were. He could see faces: a woman with a black eye and a pale face, a Japanese woman that exuded charm and dignity, an Asian woman with a teenage girl who both looked like they could defend themselves in a fight, a man in a colonel's uniform with an eyepatch, a Chinese-American girl with sparkling hands, a girl with white streaked hair and a smile that made him melt. He could see all these faces, but the names were already gone, and as he watched, the faces started to fade too.
He was losing it. He was losing everything. He had to preserve what was left. He stopped trying to hold on to everything, stopped grabbing at the threads of memories as they were dragged away and consumed by that thing in his mind. He just started repeating over and over, 'I am Logan. My name is Logan.' It was the one thing he wouldn't forget.
Khaki
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Fury leaned in close until Becker could feel his hot breath. "What do you know?" Fury asked with deadly calm. Becker couldn't look away.
"We just handled the finances and supplied a couple of the test subjects! It's no different than that team you are trying to get funding for."
Fury's face went red and Becker noticed the little vain throbbing at his temple. "I do not do $%%@&**# human experimentation!"
"They added controls and enhancements, installed to make them work better."
Fury threw him against the wall in disgust then leaned over. "What do you know?! You were just on the phone with someone, WHO?!"
Becker knew his life was over. At least Fury could keep him alive, possibly. He closed his eyes and weighed his options.
"You've got to ensure my protection. These people don't play around."
Fury looked at the Ambassador and narrowed his eyes. The older he got, the less things changed. He remembered the Nazi soldiers at the death camps pleading for themselves as they turned on their commanders, looking for some way out of the firing squad that would have been the only justice for their actions. But like then, the only way to help those inside was to play along. Nick knew some of the details. Logan had opened up some one night over a couple bottles of well-aged Scotch. Not even Logan would last long with these bastards again. They had nearly destroyed him the first time.
"I'll protect you. You have my word. Now tell me everything."
"I don't know who ran the project. The test subjects were mostly Canadian working for us. We just supplied the funds and the mutants. There was a problem and they escaped. That was almost 17 years ago now."
"Who escaped?"
"I just know the codenames: Sabertooth, Wolverine, Maverick and Wraith. I spoke with a Dr. Hines most of the time."
Fury stood up and lit his cigar.
"There's one more thing, Col. They want the whole team. They'll be after Maverick and Wraith. They should have Maverick in about an hour."
Lurker
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Marie grabbed her black leather jacket on her way to the garage, following Domino. She was only a minute behind her, but the garage was empty when she arrived. Looking around, she saw that Domino had taken Scott's bike. Logan's was still in pieces where he'd been working on it when all this started.
A smile broke out over Marie's face. When Logan'd stolen Scott's bike, Scott swore he'd never let that happen again. He'd installed a tracking device in the new bike's frame. Marie ran to Scott's locker and pulled out the receiver, then jumped into Logan's jeep. Well, technically, it was the school's jeep, but Logan had claimed it when he'd returned.
She turned on the receiver and pulled out of the garage, following Domino's steady electronic trail.
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Ferro, sweating and shaking from the strain of breaking the man before him, pulled back and looked up at the control room. "He's holding on to his name, and a few minor memories, but I think he's as wiped as he's gonna get without killing him. Set him up in the virtual reality machine and load up the new memories."
"We were hoping that you would help install those memories yourself."
"Look, right now his mind is blank, screaming out for any information it can get. He will accept whatever you feed him. I'll come back and reinforce the new memories with emotions once you're done. If you want me to do all of them, this is the only efficient way. Now, load him up. I'm going to go get some rest, and then I'll start in on Sabretooth."
-----
Marie parked across the street from the motel where Scott's bike was. It was one of the seedier ones she had seen, but from the memories she had, not the worst that Logan had ever frequented.
She waited, trying to figure out which room Domino had entered, when she noticed the approach of four vans. They were all black and unmarked, and they all stopped at the motel. Dozens of men, dressed all in black, silently left the vehicles and approached a room on the ground floor of the hotel. They were all armed with some kind of rifle. They could be tranquilizer guns, or they could be the more deadly variety.
"Well, I think I know which room Domino's in," Marie muttered softly.
Khaki
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Back at the X-mansion the junior X-men team was watching as Tyger Tiger, Mariko, and Karma used the school's advanced computer systems. Phone calls were returned and information spat out on the net as soon as it was needed.
"Man, this guy's got a ton of friends," Bobby commented to Jubilee then looked around. "Where do you think Rogue is?"
-----
When Rogue got up there, she got a good look at the fight. The weapons being used were actually non-projectile particle weaponry.
'Whoa, these guys have got serious connections.'
She body-tackled one from behind and using the power she'd learn to greatly control, she touched him. He was unconscious in a second and she knew how to work the gun, as well as his orders.
David North, A.K.A. Maverick, took one blast and then returned it. "I don't know who your bosses are but they should've told you I eat that stuff for lunch."
Absorbtion of kinetic energy was his natural power, and he had a healing factor that was genetically engineered.
Seeing what was happening, several had abandoned the larger weapons and pulled out their sidearms, but those were only small caliber pistols. Providing a fine example of Domino's luck power, one bullet whizzed by her ear, riccocheted, and struck a man who'd been drawing a bead on her.
Finally the Weapon X security men were forced to retreat. Rogue grabbed one of the fallen ones.
"Professor X'll walk right through this guy's brain."
"Or you could do it and we could get a head start," Domino suggested.
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"Hail Hy-"
"Don't bother with that nonsense. I'm not Strucker."
"Ma'am, our computer hacking section has discovered that funds are once again being allocated to Project Weapon X. Do you wish an increased personal security force?"
Silver Fox, former member of Team X and within the top ten of the terrorist organization, Hydra's, leadership rankings scowled at the suggestion. "No I want a strike force, and I want them located. I intend to wipe them off the face of the Earth. I suppose it was only a matter of time after Wolverine and Sabretooth resurfaced that they would return."
Jason Barnett
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Rogue's gloveless hand reached for the man's face, pausing inches away. "No," she said as she balled her hand into a fist and pulled it back protectively to her chest. "I already touched one of them, and I don't want any more of their filth in my head. The one I touched was ordered to capture Maverick and then wait for further instructions. As a safety precaution, they would only be told where to take him after they had him in custody. They were supposed to sedate him, but Domino's presence caught them off guard and they pulled their other weapons."
"It's lucky for me they did. I can absorb the kinetic energy of bullets and energy weapons, but I'm susceptible to tranquilizers," Maverick said.
"Did this attack have anything to do with Logan?" Domino asked, turning to Rogue.
Rogue shut her eyes, running through her new memories. "Yes, Maverick was on a team of mercenaries with Logan years ago. The team was the best, but it started to unravel due to personality conflicts. They figured they could have the perfect weapon if they could reform the team and control the members' minds."
"Who are 'they'?"
"The people giving him orders." She said indicating the black-suited figure on the floor. "Higher-ups in the Canadian government. He doesn't know any names."
"Are these the same people that wiped Logan's memories before, that gave him his metal skeleton?"
"He doesn't know, but I figure it's all probably related. We need to get back to the school, get some help. We'll be able to protect Maverick better there."
"Oh, no. I'm not going anywhere. I can protect myself just fine, my dear. Been doing it most of my life. Besides, I'm way too old to go back to school."
"But, Logan..." Rogue started.
"Logan's an old friend, but based on the greeting by the welcoming committee," Maverick said, sweeping his arm around the room to make a point, "I'm not looking forward to a reunion. Look, like I told your friend, I haven't seen any of the team in eighteen years, I wasn't there when Logan lost his memories, and I have no idea where they took him. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll get going while those sirens are still a few blocks away."
Rogue turned to the door and could hear the sound of police sirens coming closer by the second. The motel owner must have called the cops.
She turned back to Maverick, holding out a piece of paper. "Here's the school's card. You can contact us if you need help or find out anything about Logan. We'd better get going too, Domino."
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Logan was sitting in a virtual reality chair. Tubes and wires ran from his arms and head into machines that controlled his every sense and perception. The observers noticed the occassional twitch of his body, but other than that, he was perfectly still.
"Remember, Cornelius, the memories must make him trust and protect his teammates, but also make him obey his orders, no matter what. There should be no conflicts of egos with Victor Creed or any of the other members."
"Should we bring in the image of Silver Fox, Professor?"
"No, she's dead. Any mention of her will only cause conflict in the team."
"What about Logan's friends? Should we make him perceive them as enemies?"
"No. If he were to ever run into them, their actions would soon prove to him that they were not his enemies. It would only cause conflict between the memories we create and the reality he would face. No, just don't mention them. If he doesn't remember them, either as friends or enemies, he won't seek them out."
Khaki
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Scott burst into the room holding several printouts.
"I just got word from Colonel Fury. He's found someone with a connection to the project. He sent a list of locations that the Weapon X project used. It has to be one of the old ones. They haven't gotten enough funding to construct or purchase a new one."
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Jean entered the Cerebro chamber behind Charles.
"You added a second helmet."
"Indeed. I want you to help me with the search. Using Cerebro we can syncronize our minds to such a degree it will be as though a single telepath with an amount of strength that is equal to our total powers were searching. Also I have devised a booster function of sorts. By using stimulus to the brain, we temporarily increase our power."
"Charles that could cause brain damage!"
"I am aware of that. But risks must be taken. As Erik said to me, I must be willing to make sacrifices. Unlike he, I will sacrifice myself first and hope those I have taught can teach the next generation. He believes his dream cannot come to pass without him. I am not so foolish about mine. But anyway it's a small amount of stimuli and can only be used a a set amount of time. There is no override to activate it sooner than twenty-four hours after one activation."
"All right. What's the plan."
"I hope to locate whoever is blocking me, I definitely sensed a mind even if I also sensed artificial blocking, and then combine to break through it and at least determine where he is."
"Hopefully that would stop any further experimentation."
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"Don't worry, Jean. I will only use the booster function on my headset. We do not know the effects it will have, and I won't ask you to risk yourself."
~Jean,~ Scott sent along their psychic link. ~We've got a lead on Logan. Colonel Fury sent us a list of thirty possible locations Logan might be throughout Canada. It's still a lot of places to search, but it's a start.~
"Professor, Scott's got a lead."
"Yes, Jean, I heard." At Jean's sour expression, he added, "Sorry, but Scott projects rather loudly when he's excited."
"Yes, I never thought I'd say this but he and Logan have become, well, friends. It must have something to do with all that male-bonding they did when they built their motorcycles... Anyway, maybe we should avoid the risk, however small, of using Cerebro like this, and just check out all the sites personally."
"Jean, I know you want to protect me, but you, better than most people, know what Logan went through the last time these people had him. Time is of the essence. However, we will focus our efforts on these locations."
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"Hiya, Jubes," Marie said into her cell phone.
"Hey, Rogue. Where were ya? Ya just disappeared without a word."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I was in a hurry. I was checking out a lead on Logan."
"Find anything?"
"Well, Domino and I found a guy that used to know Logan, but he said he hasn't a clue where Logan'd be now. Of course, when we found him, he was being attacked by the same people that got Logan, so he probably wasn't too keen on sticking around and talking to us anyway."
"Ya think he was lying about knowing where Logan is?"
"Nah, but I also don't think he was being all that forthcoming on what he did know about these people. Did you guys find anything while I was gone?"
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The virtual reality implantation was complete and an exhausted Ferro had left Sabretooth to mentally amplify Logan's new memories, giving them dimensionality and emotions to color the experiences. Now they were as indistiguishable from any other person's true memories as possible.
Logan felt so much more whole, more complete, than he could ever remember being. He knew who he was, what he was. He was a member of Team X. His codename was Wolverine and he worked with Victor Creed (Sabretooth), David North (Maverick), and John Wraith (Kestrel). The only people he could trust were his team and his superiors. They were the only people that mattered in his life.
Khaki