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X-MEN: THE MOVIE SEQUEL
CHAPTER 1: THE CANADIEN FACILITY
Somewhere in Canada, on a dark and snowy night, a lone motorcycle raced down a deserted highway. The cold wind felt like daggers piercing the riders face since he didn't have a helmet, but he loved every second of it. Besides: helmets always messed up his hair, and he hadn't had time to stop and buy one. He was in too much of a hurry. The rider took little solice in the beautiful view surrounding him. He paid no attention to the snow covered mountains or the frozen lakes. He was near his goal. He didn't know what he would find in the Canadian military facility when he got there, but either way he was prepared. For the first time since he left the X-Mansion, Logan finally took his eyes off the road. He had reached his goal. Well, not really his goal but the road that would lead him too it. Logan stopped the bike and looked around. The dirt road before him was easily conciliable, and he would have just as easily overlooked it had he not know where too look. He knew the dirt path would be very tough to navigate, but he had faith that the "X-BIKE" could handle it. He found himself becoming more and more attached to Cyclops's bike. Without a second thought, Logan gunned the engine and took off down the path.
About midway to his goal, Logan began to feel that something was wrong. The closer he got, the more sure he was that something, somewhere, was out of place. As he jumped a hill, he began to get cautious. Something was out of place. He could smell it.
"There's gotta be a button on this hunk of junk that does something."
Logan hit a button on the bike which promptly stopped dead in it's tracks. Wrong button. He restarted the ignition, but was rewarded with a couple thousand volts of electricty shooting through his hands and up his arms. Logan quickly fell off the vehicle and rolled to a crouch, looking at his scarred hands which were already beginning to heal.
"Dammit. Nice little toy Cyclops has. Must be a defense mechanism."
Logan was just about to get going when he smelt something.
"SNIFF, SNIFF. Oil..."
Logan beant down to the ground and sniffed again. Upon closer inspection of the snowy path, he realized their were jeep tracks in the snow. Someone had gotten here before him. It had to be recently, otherwise the tracks would be covered by the lightly falling snowflakes. Inching down the path he spotted a snowey hill in the trees off to his right. Defiantly out of place. A hill in the middle of a forest??? He moved to the hill and dusted off the top layer of smow. It was a tarp. Logan quickly removed it. Underneath was a purple jeep. It had a faint smell to it, underneath the oily smell. He recognized it instantly.
Logan quickly walked back to the cycle and, remembering to undo the defense mechanism, removed his gym pack and pulled out his newly acquired X-Men uniform. He didn't want to be seen as Logan. After a few minutes, Logan was gone and in his place was the X-Man known as Wolverine. Putting his civilian clothes in the pack, Wolverine hopped back on the cycle and found the button he was originally looking for: a stealth mode. Starting back down the path he found himself hoping that the smell was right. He wanted answers, and a fight sounded like a fun way to get them. Especially if that fight involved a certain overgrown cat they called Saberthooth...