Logan – Liberty Island

The jet was taking them to Liberty Island, with Cyclops and Beast flying in a fashion that had to break every single law about flying private aircraft.

Logan held tight to his seat, contemplated prayer, and glared daggers at Gambit when asked if he was alright. He hated this.

Storm said the cloaking devices would hide them from authorities or she would, Logan couldn't say he was convinced.

But with so many powerful mutants, he liked their chances once they arrived.

Psylocke's energy sword looked very effective, her and Angel were discussing aerial attacks that had prompted Nightcrawler to teleport away from them.

Teleportation had to be useful, telekinesis, telepathy, energy blasts, flight, he'd put his money on these X-Men.

When he left after this Logan intended to make sure he never ended up fighting against them.

Cyclops had abruptly changed his tune on who would come just before leaving, telling Polaris and Darwin to stay behind instead of Psylocke and Banshee. He'd tried to tell White Queen to stay but that had fallen through quick.

Logan thought they should have brought Polaris, Magneto's daughter or not.

"I can reach Rogue…" The 'White Queen' had been concentrating hard. "No, they just knocked her out, but they've got her on top of the statue, and the machine. They're ready for us."

"Of course they are. Because our luck is terrible." Banshee stared out of the window. "We land where?"

"The dock. Please sit down Sean." Beast took the plane down so quickly Logan thought he would have vomited if he had eaten recently. So that was why several of the others had strapped themselves in so tight.

"He never goes easy on the theatrics." Phoenix remarked, levitating herself out of the jet and down to the ground, glancing up at the Statue of Liberty towering above them. Logan tried to see Rogue, or Magneto, but he couldn't.

"They've put the machine in the torch." Nightcrawler BAMFed back into existence with a small cloud of sulphurous smoke. "I had to be quick, that Sabretooth can smell me, I'm sure."

Bodies of the unfortunate men guarding the statue had been unceremoniously dumped on the ground, ran through with claws, strangled with their own metal collars, necks broken or chests crushed.

Four different ways of killing, one with metal. Logan guessed that meant Magneto only had three associates.

"He's got Toad, Mystique and Sabretooth with him. At least Mastermind's gone." Psylocke told everyone and Logan wondered if she had been answering his thoughts. Either way he didn't like it, or how looking at Psylocke made him see a young girl hiding behind prison bars. A girl with purple hair.

That memory hadn't been there before.

Being around these people was doing something with his head he didn't like.

It did happen, after this I can tell you. Psylocke, in his head. Logan needed to be alone.

"I'll scout ahead, I can smell them and they can't hurt me much." Logan didn't wait for any replies from Storm or Cyclops, who seemed to be the leaders, he just pushed past.

"Okay then, Storm keep some clouds over us. Angel go in the air, warn of anyone coming. Everyone else spread out, they'll be expecting us, but we've got numbers and their plan." Cyclops's instructions at least made sense. Logan might not like him but he wasn't an idiot.

The voices and footsteps of the X-Men died away as Logan moved through the statue museum. He could smell traces of Sabretooth and other mutants he had no names for.

Then Gambit was in front of him, a memory of a boy in an alley and cards swirling in the air in the front of his mind. But the scent was wrong and the staff missing, and Logan was sure something had been said about Mystique being a shapeshifter.

He released his claws and moved to strike.

"You're a smart one, smarter than that girl." Gambit's form rippled and was replaced by a blue-skinned woman with short red hair and impractical white clothes. Mystique, at least seeing her didn't bring up any other memories.

Far away Logan heard screaming, sounds of fighting, somewhere lightning crackled.

The woman was a fighting expert, but she didn't have claws. Nor did she have any experience fighting the Wolverine.

They fought until he knocked her out, his claws had left deep slashes on her stomach certain to scar.

She wasn't dead, and oddly Logan didn't feel the need to kill her, she wouldn't wake up soon enough to impersonate any of his allies and a bleeding wound was a decent giveaway.

Giving mercy felt strange, before today he was sure he hadn't possessed the virtue. Maybe those X-Weirdos were rubbing off on him.

He left to find one of them.

"Toad's dead." Storm said, flying down next to him. The lightning must have been her.

"Mystique's out of the way. Anyone with slashes on their stomach's her." Logan informed, one of the telepaths should pick up on that.

They had a few seconds so he looked at Storm, no memory came to him. He had never seen her before arriving at the mansion.

But the memories were implying he had seen at least Psylocke, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Phoenix and Cyclops before, yet none of them had acknowledged it but Psylocke.

Notes:

I try at writing action, and I fail so I go to write something else happening simultaneously in this universe. Updates may be sporadic for a while because of some family issues.