Wolverine pulled up at the bustling seaport, his eyes open and wary. He expected that the soldiers were only given the orders to show up at the docks and the rest of the plan would follow through without them. So, all Logan had to do was wait, until his employer decided to show himself.
It wasn't long before the employer showed himself, but before he did, Wolverine smelt him. It was Sabertooth, which Wolverine could so easily tell by the over bearing scent of rotting meat. And of course he picked up the unmistakable grunt that could only come from a very large wolf, or the mutant himself. Logan sensed that Sabertooth sensed him too, because the grunting stopped. Wolverine peered out of the dirty window and saw Sabertooth staring at him menacingly. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have known, but unfortunately it was his brother. Wolverine sighed, knowing that once again he'd have to risk his life just to find answers. Logan hoisted himself out of the canopy, now noticing how empty the once busy docks had become.
"Hey there, smiley," Logan laughed, looking at the mutant expectantly, with his vicious looking fangs.
"I think it's better if you came with me," Sabertooth ordered in his rough tone.
"I think it'd be better if you just fuck off." This did not please the massive beast one bit, as he bent down low, bared his fangs and let out a ferocious roar. Wolverine just laughed in response and unsheathed his blades, wincing once more as the blades cut right through the flesh of his knuckles. Sabertooth was the first to make his move, picking up a wooden stall nearby and heaving it at the Wolf-man, who just ducked and sprinted forward, jumping up into the air and flying into Sabertooth, sending them both sprawling. As they flew through the air towards the ground, Wolverine stabbed Sabertooth in the chest several times before they hit the ground rolling. They separated, rising to their feet at exactly the same time. Logan bent down low, raising his fortitude, Sabertooth just growled more, reaching for another stall.
In a flash, the massive man was in front of Wolverine, with his massive hairy fist coming straight at him. Wolverine ducked down, narrowly missing the fist and then shoving his fist right up into the open stomach of Sabertooth. He quickly withdrew his fist, and before he knew it he was quickly stabbing repetitively, sending the thick red blood gushing all over him.
Sabertooth grunted, throwing himself away from Wolverine and bounding away. Logan let him go; he could trace his scent to where he went when he wished, but for now he figured he should go and get some food. And the best place to get some good food was the Xavier Institute.