Anger, frustration, and an overall anticipation hit me first. I stood putting myself in a corner, ready to pounce if need be. Then the familiar smell of Logan and Xavier hinted the air and I relaxed my stance.
Xavier looked unpeterbed as usual, but little Logan looked ready to spit bullets. I grinned daring him to enter my private hell, my cage. He growled and I just maintained my relaxed attitude pushing him farther toward that edge.
"Bad idea Charles." he growled, his sharp brown eyes never leaving me.
He watched me as well, "I have a proposition for you, Victor." I arched a brow, but kept my eyes on the runt. It would relieve a lot of my boredom if he'd just step on in. "Victor!" he snapped. I hid it, but surprise was in me. He'd never been anything other than calm, so something had him rattled. "I need you to listen and listen carefully."
"Go ahead." If it shook him up this much, I had to hear it.
"I've tried to track your copycat, I sent Logan and a team to track him, but something is wrong." He clenched his hands together, "We have pretty much narrowed the theory and believe it is a mutant, but it is unlike any I've came across." He arched a brow, "How would you like to get out of this cage and assist us?"
I grinned, "I ain't no scent hound. 'Sides you got one right there." Logan was losing his personal battle and the admantium claws were starting to poke out, he wasn't far from what I wanted.
"Perhaps not, but I thought maybe a change of scenery might help your perspective." Xavier studied me for a moment.
"So you gonna turn me loose, expect me to come back?" I laughed, even I knew he wasn't that stupid.
"I have a collar to make sure you don't kill any innocent bystanders, and you'll have to come back to get it off." So he wanted me to run on his leash? Possibilities? "It is completly your choice, but you would be accompanied by a few X-men to assist in apprehending this mutant."
"Lemme think on it." I conceded. No use to deny the request just yet, could be my way out.
"Of course." Xavier directed Logan away, following closely behind without sparing me another glance.