John Plath stared at the piece of parchment sealed with the names of the senior partners as it spelled out an agreement between Charles Xavier, Eric Lehnsherr and Wolfram and Hart, agreeing to an absolute 'Hands Off' policy between the two, the Mutants under the direct control of Xavier and Lehnsherr would avoid any and all WR&H situations that didn't directly involve them and in return the law firm would never take a case opposing the mutants.

Swallowing heavily the junior partner set the paper down on his desk and resisted the urge to cry, he had lied, cheated and killed his way into his current position and he would be damned if he would let all that get flushed due to one mistake.

Blinking, Plath picked up the phone and dialed his personal secretary as a terrifying idea struck him, "Alice, Glees said he was handling the Harris situation while I dealt with Xavier; do you know what he had planned?" He asked and felt his stomach knot up as his personal spy reported the younger man had 'requisitioned' two squads of retrieval agents from the general pool before leaving earlier.

Leaning forward onto his desk, Plath whispered to avoid triggering the multiple bugs and scrying wards his competitors had in his office, "Listen to me very closely, Alice. I want you to take five teams and a jet, contact the seekers in special services and find out where Glees is and get there as fast as you can. Stop him by any, and I mean ANY, means necessary,"he hissed and swallowed as the ex-MI Agent confirmed the order before hanging up.

Leaning back in his chair, John Plath silently prayed to any being willing to aid him in getting out of this alive. Sitting back up, he made a note on his daily planner to purchase a cow for sacrifice before he headed home tonight.

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Riley double checked his report as he resisted the urge to yawn, he had been up all night trying to find as much information as he could on the local situation and his findings had been… disturbing.

Flagging the message for priority clearance, he pressed the send button, and blinked as the power for the entire building shut off. A hiss from behind him sent him spinning off his seat and into the floor. The young soldier cursed as a bolt of electrical energy slammed into his seat and blew a hole the size of a softball through where he had been sitting.

Pulling his sidearm out, Riley rolled around and lined the sights up on the hissing figure that was already conjuring more power to finish what he had started. Squeezing the trigger twice, Riley was relieved as the specially modified ammo penetrated the being before exploding in a rather gruesome manner; the follow up shot assured a maximum probability that his attacker would not be getting back up.

Forcing himself to his feet Riley Finn checked the corpse and noticed an interesting ring on the being's finger before looking over and cursing at the pile of melted plastic and metal that had at one time been a state of the art computer.

Pocketing the ring, Finn holstered his pistol and evacuated the building; he had to find the rest of the team and warn them.

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Xander crept out of the tent as he tried to resist the urge to strangle the young German mutant within. It wasn't that he disliked the young man, but the blue furred mutant really should have warned him that his snoring would drown out a cement mixer full of glass. For a moment he wondered if it was possibly I secondary mutation before shrugging it off and moving through the small camp towards the water cooler.

He had almost made it to his destination when a beep caught his attention and Xander dropped to the ground as he finally noticed Logan leaning against a tree watching the woods.

Flipping open the communicator, Logan inhaled a deep breath of his cigar and exhaled making sure it drifted away from the camp, "Yeah Cyc, what's up?" he asked as he ignored the glare directed at him. Well he guessed it was a glare, it was hard to tell behind the visor Summers always wore.

"The professor wanted to warn you about…" the team leader of the X-men got before the communicator hissed with static and went dead.

Tossing the new paperweight, Logan dropped to a crouch as a soft whisper of bullets chewed up the tree he had been leaning against; behind him he heard a snarling scream of pain as someone failed to avoid the weapons fire.

Resisting the urge to simply charge the weapons, Logan ran at an oblique angle to, hopefully, draw the fire away from the camp and the kids that we're crawling out of their tents at the scream.

He was perhaps a dozen yards from the attackers when a screaming form impacted the two shooters and dragged them to the ground in a flurry of claws.

Ignoring the desire to watch the kid work, Logan shifted his attention when other fire fights broke out around the camp as their attackers started to face off against the students.

He resisted the urge to growl as the students ignored the more lethal tactics in favor of simply stopping the attackers, it wasn't that he disagreed with the sentiment in general, he didn't want any of these kids to become what he was, what Harris had been turned into.

But the fact was these men were playing for keeps and he didn't want these children handicapped by believing it was wrong to resort to a permanent option when faced with opponents that had no such compunction.

Diving under a burst of silenced shots, the feral mutant rolled up and drove his claws into the man's chest before ripping out to the side. Spinning, he slashed the partner through the neck before shoving his claw into the man's heart from the side.

As he dropped, Logan noticed something odd. Spinning around he listened to the yells and shouts of the young mutants as they fought, their powers each had a distinct sound as they were used in defense, yet from their attackers there was nothing. Even when they were killed, the soldiers remained disturbingly silent.

Looking around the clearing he smiled as Kurt teleported between the last two and slammed their heads together, ending the fight.

'PaTING'

Memories rushed back as the metallic sound cut through the night as one last attacker stood with a scream and pulled his arm back in a classic pitch.

Rushing the man, Logan leapt over the two closest students as the arm came forward. He felt the world slow down as the deadly sphere left the man's hand and he watched as three claws burst through the man's chest, the arm detaching from the body as Alexander attacked. Ignoring the dead man, Logan shifted his attention to the grenade the amateur had thrown, inwardly cursing at what was to come. He snagged the small orb out of the air and curled his body around it as he rolled as far out of camp as his momentum would carry him.

Fortunately the concussion knocked him out before the explosion shredded his body,

but it was sure going to hurt when he woke up.

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(A/N) Sorry it took so long, my computer died and I've been trying to get it back.

I hope you all enjoy.

-Tjin