A/N: For the most part, these will be unrelated drabbles with Victor Creed as the focus. They're mostly bits and pieces that don't fit into my other stories. (However, this first one can fit into the same universe as "The Kitty and the Bomb", if so desired.)
Newsflash
Sabretooth felt the tell-tale vibration issue from his chest pocket. Damn kid always had the best sort of timing.
Letting the limp body drop with a thud, he flicked the blood off his claws and drew out the dumb phone Laura had conned him into buying just so she could irritate him twenty-four, seven.
One new message from guess who.
Victor rapped a knuckle against the screen, until it showed the screenshot of a mock headline, and a tiny gray cat staring ahead, attentively. His eyes flitted up to take in the words.
"Kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day."
Victor grinned, despite himself.