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 clearly established in this universe to be canon, such as select characters' origins, etc.
Chapter 2
Activating pre-flight checks for the Jet didn't take long and Logan was in the ground in moments. Stepping down the ramp of the camouflaged vehicle, he surveyed his surroundings. He landed in a dense canopy about a mile off from the suspected facility. The heat from the summer day was evident by the dry grass patches randomly spotting the grounds. Quickly lighting a cigar, he made his way through the dense foliage, following the suggestions of the tracker he picked up from the Jet's cockpit.
His trek towards the facility was oddly uneventful. He expected to be jumped by soldiers at the next bend or ambushed by a militia that should surely be hanging around somewhere. But...no presence outside the building. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Logan began to move expeditiously towards the side of the large dull-ray steel building. Aiming the tracker directly in front of him, the device didn't make any unusual sounds.
"All clear, then," he mumbled. He pocketed the oblong handheld and a set of claws burst from either hand's knuckles with a metallic SNICKT.
It hardly took any effort for the adamantium claws to pierce through the steel wall like a hot knife through butter. He cleanly cut though the wall, creating a large "X" before shoulder tackling his way through the now weakened barrier. Sometimes, it worked out to have a metal skeleton, Logan thought wistfully.
The first sense to be assaulted was his olfactory senses. Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, he could smell about 5 different people in the room to his left. It smelled like fear, aggressiveness, and hostility. If this place is imprisoning mutants, he doubts that the majority of these scents of hostility are coming from the mutants. They're more likely to be scared and confused.
Well, it was about time to let them out, but first he needed to make sure he couldn't be stopped when that happens. Turning the other direction and ignoring the guards for now, Wolverine moved quickly through the hallways, trusting his sense of smell to warn him when to hide in a crevice or stop at a corner. At the last corner he reached, there were two guards in non-descript uniforms. They could be mistaken for Riot Police. The only indicator of them belonging to a Militia was the logo on the sides of their jacket sleeves.
"MRD..." Logan mouthed the name silently, committing it to memory. Must be the name of the agency, apparently.
Shit, Logan thought. They were coming in his direction. There'd be no way to avoid them without having to incapacitate them. He fleetingly considered offing them, but thought better of it. Whoever they work for probably know who he is, and it would only give away who actually busted up the place. Looks like he'd have to do it the hard way. Chuck would be so proud, he thought with an eye-roll.
The guards were silent, focused on their patrol duty, but didn't expect a man in some sort of combat suit to leap out of the corner. One of them was dropped by the stranger's punch before anything could be understood. Thinking quickly, the remaining guard brought his rifle up to bear, aiming quickly. He couldn't pull the trigger, as he could've sworn the intruder had procured a set of indestructible knives out of nowhere. His gun was cut into four equal pars and now lay useless on the floor, sparking. He better call for backup. There was an intruder on the premises. He only got as far as pressing the button on the comlink before the man's punch actually broke the visor of his helmet and reached his face.
"-Over! What's the issue?"
Logan heard the voice on the other end of the unconscious guard's jacket lapel. He picked it up, quickly pressing down on the comlink's button.
"Uh, no problem here. I was uh, on patrol towards the uh, security room. The intern can't remember which side of the building it's on."
"Well, he's goin' the wrong way," came the reply from the comlink. "It's on the door to you guys' left. Newbies, eh?"
Logan looked at the comlink incredulously. Whoever was on the other line is an idiot, but he's not complaining. "Yeah. Right. Over." He dropped the comlink on the ground, walking on it in the process, as he made his trek towards the security room.
"Alright, Akihiro. Looks like you'll be getting your shit done early."
A laugh.
The Assassin in question didn't make any movements to suggest he was listening. The only sign he was awake was the periodic clenching of his right fist.
"We thought it would be some feds that would need to disappear."
Still no response from the Assassin.
"It's the Wolverine."
The assassin's hands suddenly stopped moving. He sat still for several seconds before standing up. Without preamble, he stalked out of the room. Three claws in each forearm were thirsting for blood.
Finally, he would avenge his mother, the only person who may have ever loved him. And who he never had the opportunity to meet.
Wolverine would die today, he thought with resolve.