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The soldier was ashen, fear glittered behind his eyes, he looked like he might just faint in the next few moments. Wade assumed that was his fault. It was probably not easy to tell him what was going on if he was twirling his katana around, acting all casual.
"They were coming for her." The soldier said. His eyes shifted to the swords then back to Stryker. "They wanted nothing but her. We had no choice sir. They had a mutant with them. A strong one, he snapped his fingers and things blew up. He killed every guard we have, and every soldier who attacked him, we didn't know what to do but let him take her." He glanced at Wade. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
Wade stopped the spinning of the swords and looked up at him. "Sorry?" He questioned and slowly walked up to the man. With each step Wade took, he backed up, almost like he was afraid of something. Wade couldn't fathom what he would be afraid of (his sarcasm almost fried him). "You're sorry?" He asked in a dangerously low voice. His daughter was gone, missing, in the hands of a bastard who snapped his fingers and blew things up and this guy was sorry?
He buried the sword to the hilt into the man's stomach, catching him under his arm and around his chest before he could fall. Wade held onto him, almost like a hug, his hand on the hilt, twisting slightly. "I'm sorry you have to die," he whispered coldly into the soldier's ear, "but sorry isn't going to make you live, and it won't bring back my daughter." He roughly pulled the sword from the man's gut, blood spattered in an arch across the floor and the man sunk to the floor.
They were dead. Whoever took her; they had just signed their own death certificates.