I'd like to thank all those who reviewed, but since my computer crashed, I lost all the e-mailed reviews. Sorry. Now I do remember reading that all of you were very upset with my cliffhanger *insert evil laughter*. My computer is now fixed (hallelujah) and I can update again!! ^_^
I hope I'm not messing up the rank names, but if I am PLEASE tell me.
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Darkness surrounded him.
"…how is this possible?…"
The voice was distant, hazy, and quickly lost.
"…Jesus, again? Where'd the military…."
This time he felt like he was floating up to the light, before crashing back down into darkness.
"…we have the base in sight, permission to enter, over…"
He could almost open his eyes, almost remember who he was almost…
The needle once again penetrated his skin as the medic shook his head in disbelief.
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Logan woke up in a gray room. It was more like a box than anything else, but the ceiling was high, two stories at least.
Where the fuck am I?
He got to his feet and sniffed the air.
At least two, maybe three hours old, three males.
The night of his capture came back to him.
They were down wind of me, that's why I couldn't smell them. Sons of bitches. If they've hurt Ro, they're dead.
Logan took in the room around him, nothing but a toilet and a bed. He looked at the door. It opened only from the outside.
Walking up to it, he unsheathed his claws and cut through the lock like butter.
Stupid sons of bitches.
He gave a feral smile as the alarm rang throughout the facility. He followed the three-hour-old smell and turned left.
He was met with six heavily armed men.
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She floated. It wasn't that she was conscious; it was more like walking the edge of sleeping and waking up. She was aware of everything and at the same time nothing. The brain just didn't want to process the information she knew her body was sending it.
But then again, how could she know anything? She didn't even know her name.
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He had dispatched the six men, killing most of them. His mutation would take care of the wounds, but killing those men took him longer than he anticipated.
They may be stupid, but they're well trained. Didn't even flinch when my claws popped out.
Logan shook his head, but the freaking thing just wouldn't stop it's wailing. It was giving him a headache the size of Canada.
Stupid enhanced hearing.
He blocked it out as best as he could and followed his nose.
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General Hammond was in a good mood. He was so fully absorbed by his thoughts that all the world just seemed to melt away.
The testing on IT will begin tomorrow. The other IT can be used as bait and persuasion. If neither of the ITs cooperates, I'll kill the second IT. Yes, everything is going according to plan!!
"General Hammond, sir." Said the soldier at the door. He had, of course, knocked before coming in, but having received no answer, he took his chances and went in. His news was important enough.
"Yes?" General Hammond asked, annoyed at the interruption.
"The male got away sir, but we're in the process of his recapture as we speak." The last part was said a bit hurriedly, as if he was scared to disappoint his superior. Which he was, but he'd be damned before he'd piss in his pants in front of a general of all people.
General Hammond glared at the soldier before him, trying to control his rage.
It won't do good for the moral of the troops if I kill one of their own. Not to mention, they all still think this is operation is legal.
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Logan walked on, avoiding the troops that scoured the hallways. It wasn't easy, but if he was lucky he just might make it out the door.
These kids are organized. Shit, they're doing section-by-section search, locking the door as they move forward. They're fucking herding me away from the exit, wherever that is. And there's not a goddamn thing I can do about it. Christ, they even look up before they go the next section.
Logan was angry. He'd make a hole in the wall beside him, but it would take time to do so. Time he didn't have.
Guns. Oil. Sweat. Aftershave. Sandalwood. Rain. Wait a minute. Sandalwood? Rain?
"Ro?" He whispered. He took off after the scent.
It led him to a locked door that he quickly opened – via his claws.
Rage filled him as he saw Ro floating in a green liquid with tubes coming out of her.
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Suddenly, her vision was filled with blinding light to which she was helpless to shield herself from. She felt herself falling, but couldn't manage to feel scared.
"Come Ro, wake up."
The voice came from a distance, and she still couldn't open her eyes.
"Shit."
Suddenly she was moving. She didn't know how, but she was moving.
"Damn it Ro, wake up."
Suddenly she remembered, she remembered everything.
"Logan?" she could just move her head, just a bit. Her eyes stayed closed.
He put her down from the fireman carry he had her in. He made her sit with her back to the wall.
"Yeah, that's it baby. Now open your blues."
"Do not…call me…baby."
She heard him chuckle and wretched her eyes open.
"Hello." Was all she could think of to say.
"Hi babe." He gave her a feral smile.
She could only smile, albeit tiredly, back at him.
"Don't call me that either." Her smile grew as she began to feel her strength return to her.
His chuckle warmed her heart.
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As soon as his rage had been contained, General Hammond had left for the observation room. It was a room full of surveillance feed from the cameras placed strategically around and inside the base.
"We have them cornered, sir." Said the technician. He was watching the interplay between the terrorists with mild interest from the computer screen in front of him.
"Deploy the gas." General Hammond answered, not the least bit concerned with ITs in front of him. Rather, he was more upset that they get away in the first place.
Someone's gonna pay for this MISTAKE.
"Deploying sir."
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Suddenly he stiffened. He sniffed the air.
"Chloroform."
"What?"
"Sleeping gas."
"Oh…" Ro felt her eyes drop.
"Come on Ro, let's get moving, maybe we can outrun this." That was false, all the exits were sealed and the gas was seeping from the vents. But hell would freeze over before he gave up.
"Of course." He watched as she slowly pulled herself up and couldn't help but admire her strength. She refused his outstretched hand and leaned on the wall for support. She started walking. He followed.
It wasn't look before he wanted to hurl from the smell of the gas. He knew that Ro could only smell if faintly, if at all.
Without warning, she collapsed in front of him.
"Ro!" He knelt down beside her, but her breathing was regular. She was asleep.
"Fuck."
He unsheathed his claws and started to claw at the wall.
He only got about halfway through the thick cement wall before sleep claimed him too.
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Seeing the ITs collapse under the influence of the gas, General Hammond left the room. He knew his men well. They would make sure that the ITs would stay sedated and captured. Now the only thing left would be how they escaped.
Entering his office, General Hammond waited patiently for one of his men to approach him and explain how such a mistake could happen.
To say that General Hammond was not a happy camper when one such brave soul knocked on his door would the understatement of the year.
"Enter." The soldier did. The General didn't recognize the cadet in front of him. Not surprising as there was almost 50 soldiers in this section and about 100 in total.
"The terrorists have been recaptured, sir." The cadet had almost a geeky look to him. His muscles were wiry, but his glasses called attention to his face and its many acne breakouts.
"How did they escape?" He said it in a calm voice, almost indifferent.
"The male used the retractable metal inside his fist to get out of his prison and rescue the female, sir." The General was pleasantly surprised to find that the cadet didn't flinch nor change his tone of voice. No, the voice stayed monotone, yet respectful.
"What was the cell made out of?"
"Enforced Titanium steel, sir."
"Is that the strongest metal we can have?"
"No sir. Adamantium is stronger sir."
"Then why wasn't the cell made out of Adamantium then?"
"It's a more expensive and it's a very rare metal sir. Not to mention it would have taken longer to install."
"Fine. I want the prisoners to be kept sedated until the new cell is made. Now long will it take?"
"Three, maybe four months. Two if we can find a large deposit of Adamantium in storage, sir."
"Good get to it. Dismissed."
"Yes sir."
"One more thing before you leave."
"Sir?"
"Are our guests ready to be examined?"
"Yes sir."
"Good."
General Hammond smiled a sinister smile as the young cadet left his office.
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Again I sincerely apologize for the lateness of this update. My computer must not have liked me very much or it wouldn't have crashed. And I must thank the people who reviewed late and told me to get my ass in gear. Thanks!!
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