Author's Note- Alright here's the next chapter! Thanks SO much Marvelite5ever and Armand for the reviews! They really keep me going on updates and I like seeing what everyone thinks! Heres the next one! It's a little shorter than the others but I don't want to overload the next few chapters while I'm introducing all the new information! Let me know if I make anything confusing or hard to follow when I start mixing in characters. Enjoy!


"Didn' I kill ya?" Sabertooth deadpanned next to him. He may be acting unconcerned, but Logan noted that Sabretooth's claws had extended all the same.

Logan took his time to look the man over. The man was about six foot, it put him a little taller than Logan, but much shorter than Sabertooth. He had brown eyes peering over the glasses taking up a large portion of his face, and his goatee was black. He was dressed up like some cowboy business man. With a real big gun, set across his shoulder. Basically a bunch of contradictions.

Logan knew his name… but he couldn't quite remember exactly where he knew him from.

"The only reason I ain't blastin' you until you manage to stay dead is…

"Cause it'll take more a'man than you ta finally do me in," Sabretooth barked out a nasty laugh.

"Is," Wraith said with narrowing eyes. "Cause far as I know, that didn' happen."

Sabretooth didn't seem bothered by that, just happy he was making the other man uncomfortable. Seemed more than 'normal' for the sick bastard. It set off warning alarm for Logan.

"Funny. Cause I distinctly remember the feel of pullin' yer little spine out through yer stomach," Sabretooth snarled viciously. "The sad little look on yer face was the real fun." Sabertooth sneered.

"Not the last time we met," Wraith shrugged.

"Well it happened, little man," Sabretooth argued.

"Could have, but it could have easily not happened too," John kept going on, not making too much sense to Logan. Sabretooth seemed perturbed that he wasn't getting under Wraith's skin anymore.

Logan felt like he had died, though. That showed his faulty memories, though. Ones that Sabretooth could easily be manipulating what he was 'remembering'. If Logan was at all.

What he could struggle to summon on the man… his name was John Wraith, and when they were in the field, he went by Kestrel. At least, that seemed right. Then again, he remembered somebody named Halcon that seemed to be just like the man in front of him too. Logan could never seem to be sure, and it was infuriating.

What he remembered of either men… whatever the name should be, he was an expediter… for their team? Logan remembered being in a reconnaissance group… he remembered going out to Russia… Berlin… Ontario… top priority missions. That's where he first met the man?

"Where is extraction?"

"They're supposed to be here."

"Just leave Janice, she's gone."

"We ain't leavin' nobody, Creed." Logan finally spoke up amongst the rest of the team.

"There's the extraction."

"Maybe."

"Nice Jeep, what happened to the other guy?"

"Names Halcon, your expeditor. They sent me on this one."

"Yeah. Why?"

"We don' have time to argue. Let's just say I'm equipped to take these guys out while y'all get out."

"We're not gonna leave you here," Logan spoke up. "You'll never get out."

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing, and this is what they sent me here for."

"Just get a move on, Logan, let him die if he wants."

Logan shook himself, trying to quiet the roar of mixed voices, some he recognized… Creed… Wraith… others he didn't remember. All he got were snippets of the context, the sudden feeling of rage or distrust, the worry of watching the explosion envelope the newcomer Halcon as Creed steered the Jeep away at top speed, of that girl that died on the mission next to him.

But that argued with anything else he'd been remembering. But he did distinctly remember them. A group of them. They worked for the CIA maybe? There was… something else though. Something that nagged at him, Logan didn't know. Not with the CIA…. Africa maybe? Was it the army?

But no… that didn't line up in his head… he kept trying to sort it out… but the more he tried the more pressure began to build. He remembered so many small bits, but what did come over him… he seemed to think up something that was exactly opposite of that too.

The mental pain got to be too much and Logan shook his head. He needed to clear himself of the puzzled mess inside his head.

Did any of that matter right now? While he'd spaced out, remembered flashes of some life long lost to him, the two in front of him had gone back to bickering. The gun was being used to threaten Sabretooth now, and Sabretooth was lowering closer to the ground.

"Alright, hold up," Logan growled deeply as he stepped in between them. Did it matter where he knew him? He was standing here in front of them, real suddenly, when they had somebody on their tail who knew too much about them. "Better question is, Wraith, or Halcon, whatever yer name is… why'd ya shoot us."

"First, Wraith is the right one an'…."

"No, the question is how fast can ya run, little man?" Sabretooth snarled before lunging at Wraith. Logan reached out to stop him, but before Sabretooth could do anything… Wraith had disappeared in front of him.

He reappeared by Logan's side, shaking his head.

"I always liked you more," Wraith said in a low voice, watching as Sabretooth curled around and turned towards him again, his guttural growl loud in the quiet brush.

"Thought ya didn' know him." Logan grumbled, not sure he trusted this guy. He was acting a little too friendly.

"No, just said Creed was wrong. Last I saw of you two was in Ontario, an' then when ya broke us out, Logan. Or it might have been back in the boxin' club, that bit is a lil' scarce."

"Broke ya out?" Logan muttered disbelieving. But a flash of himself tearing a helmet off his head and darting through darkened, eerie hallways came over him. Was Wraith telling the truth?

Did it matter?

Yeah… it did, because he might have some answers. Wraith talked like his head might be a little screwy too… so maybe there was a reason Logan's memories were lost. Was this guy a lead to that? Logan had put all this behind him but in light of recent events… he needed answers.

"Better question," Logan turned towards the man. "Why'd ya shoot at us?"

"Easy answer," Wraith spoke. "Cause them boys had ahold of you. Got to you before I could… I figured the two of you would be able to get up a hell a lot easier than the rest of the boys in that van."

"Listen here Wraith…" Sabertooth started, as he lurched forward.

"Its Kestrel to you, Creed," Wraith said dryly.

"I don' give a damn if ya call yourself baby jesus, yer about ta get gutted unless ya change my mind."

"I don' have to," Wraith snapped. "An' if I didn' need you in on this, Creed, I'd sooner leave you to the likes of them." Wraith's voice turned icy as he spoke to Creed. It wasn't hard to imagine that anyone who knew Creed would leave their meeting with a bad taste in their mouth though. Logan certainly did.

Wraith's lip curled up a little before looking back at Logan. The man took a deep breathe before gesturing out towards the direction they'd come from. "I have information y'all gonna be wanting from me." Sabretooth snorted his disbelief. "It's true, partner. Now I'm a bettin' man, an' I'm willing to bet you two saw Ferro on the news too."

Suddenly Victor straightened up, looking cautiously at John. The low snarl that he'd been letting loose left entirely. Logan looked over with a raised eyebrow. Should that name mean something to him? Apparently it meant a whole lot to Creed.

"Yeah, it's like that," John was looking over his shoulder again, fingering his gun and then focused on the two of them again. He smelled ready to jump, but that scent seemed to cling to him as much as his skin did. "Maybe we should head over to my safe house I got hidden round these parts. I don' want to try a fight against any of his men right about now."

"That's right," Creed said slowly, apparently he'd regained his composure quickly. "I do remember ya bein' a little coward," Creed sneered tauntingly.

"Well right now that's better than bein' dead," John retorted, he reached down and scrawled something on a piece of paper he took out of his jacket pocket. He seemed to be ignore Creed entirely now. "You're just gon' have to trust me on this one, Logan."

"An' why would I do that?"

"After all we been through?" John shrugged. "Look Logan, I know y'all are probably confused, probably a little foggy on all the details, we all are… but there's a lot goin' on right now… an' they're comin' for all of us. Tyin' up loose ends.. I for one ain't ready to die. But it'll take all of us to piece together what the truth is and fight it. That's why I came for you."

"We don' need ya," Creed growled, it confused Logan as he stepped in front of him. What exactly did he think he was doing? Logan didn't want to be grouped in with him, and he certainly wasn't going along with a damn thing Sabertooth said.

Logan sidestepped him and looked at Wraith.

"Where exactly is 'everyone' meetin' up?"

Creed snarled angrily behind him, but Logan's own growl quieter in his chest quieted the other feral a bit. Wraith just shook his head in front of him.

"My place," John nodded, motioning towards the west. "It's safest there."

"An' how do we know yer not leadin' us into a trap?"

" Cause y'all would still be trapped in that van if it weren't for me."

"Fair nuff," Logan shrugged. Besides, he trusted this man more than he did Creed right now. At least Wraith wasn't messing with his head, which he was already having enough problems with.

"I'm gonna go ahead of you two an make sure the security is set up still an' no one's found us out. It's not too far from here."

"Alright," Logan nodded, taking the paper he'd extended.

"It's good seein' you 'gain, Logan," John said with a smile before he disappeared in front of them. Logan looked down at the paper and started in the direction Kestrel had indicated, ignoring Creed.

As far as Logan was concerned he could follow or not.

All he knew is that he felt like he trusted John Wraith. If he had answers? The truth maybe? If there were more people involved in his past, maybe he could piece the truth together from all of them himself.

That's what Logan set out to do when all this started, and it was still what he wanted to do.

If not… at least it would lead to who was trying to capture him. It was time to do what he did best… and that was taking care of people. He'd take care of whoever had come after him, whatever the truth was. Creed be damned.