He dismounts the motorcycle some two miles away from his destination, and throws his pack on his back. He wears a slim, black bodysuit made of lycra- complete with black boots and black gloves. He blends in perfectly with the dark sky.
He walks.
He passes flowing streams and darkened forests. The sounds of the night surround him, and he feels some sort of peace for a moment. He isn't scared to break into the government-owned facility, but he is scared of failing. Because if he can't do this he can't save Rogue-and that's the most terrifying prospect he's ever had to deal with.
He crosses a wooden bridge, and his light-sensitive eyes pick out his first obstacle.
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