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Black Ops Pt. 3
At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters a meeting was being held in Xavier's office. Rogue was wringing her hands in their gloves, while pleading with Cyclops to go and look for Logan.
"Please Scott, just go and see if you can find him. I am sure that something has happened to him. He was due back two days ago."
"Look Rogue, he stole my bike and took off for Canada. You really think he was going to come back? He could be anywhere by now."
"He promised me he was coming back. He wouldn't lie to me. I know he wouldn't."
"Sure, Rogue, sure. But he could have just said that. We don't know this guy, and what I do know I don't like too much."
"Scott!" Jean protested. "Just because you don't like him is no reason to say that to Rogue. She knows him better than you. He did risk his life to save her, more than once."
"Yeah, okay. It's just that the guy really annoys me."
"Perhaps he is just trying to establish his position within this group" spoke up Xavier, from his position behind the large mahogany desk.
"I know what position I would prefer him to be in." muttered Scott, hoping that Jean wouldn't overhear him. Xavier gave him a very pointed look.
"Look, he gave me his dog-tags and said that he would be back to get them. He wouldn't leave them behind, they're his only link to his past." Rogue held up the metal tags so that Cyclops could see them. They glinted in the sunlight that streamed through the window behind Xavier's desk.
Jean gave Scott an I-told-you-so look, while Scott pretended not to notice.
Storm who usually sat listening, she very rarely joined in discussions, looked thoughtfully at the tags.
"We really don't know what side this guy is on" protested Scott, "he only joined us to rescue Rogue. He wasn't interested in our fight."
"Logan has chosen which side he is fighting on. He would not go back on his honour." Storm said softly, but firmly.
Everyone stopped to look at her. She so rarely spoke that when she did it was taken very seriously.
"Great!" Scott looked disgusted. "Another fan of the wolf-boy. Or are you all just ganging up on me for the hell of it!?"
"Don't let your dislike get in the way of recognising Logan's contribution to the team." Xavier pointed out rather sternly.
"Fine, fine, we will go look for him. But where do we start?" Scott asked now resigned to the task of tracking down someone that he'd prefer to stay lost.
"Using Cerebro would be the most efficient way of tracking him," mused Xavier. He looked at Rogue with sympathy, "I shall attempt to find him as soon as possible."
"Don't worry Rogue, I am sure we will find him soon. I am also sure that he is fine, and he will stay that way until Scott finds him and gets his bike back." Laughed Jean with a glance at her scowling fiancée.
Logan's hearing detected unfamiliar mechanical noises. At the moment his hearing was about the only thing that didn't hurt. The rest of him felt as though he'd been tossed around in a cement mixer. He hadn't felt this bad for a while. He was lying on a cold, metallic floor in a large echoing room. There were quite a lot of different machinery noises, some regular and others seemed to be random. The air was cool and dense, without circulation, and he could feel it against his skin. The scents that he could detect were that of Mystique, Magneto, Sabre Tooth, quite a lot of Sabre Tooth actually, the guy had probably never had a shower in his life - maybe he had seen Psycho as a child, if he'd ever been one. Ah, the unmistakable smell of that slimy little Toad assaulted his senses just as a boot connected with his ribs.
"I know you're awake" Toad's hoarse voice echoed in the chamber.
"A very astute remark for someone who has trouble understanding that a fly ball isn't something you can eat." Logan said as he painfully got to his feet. "I bet you hung out at baseball games for years thinking you could get a free meal. Or have I just ruined the surprise for you?" Logan kept talking to distract Toad while he carefully sized up his chances of getting away. They didn't look too good. There weren't any obvious exits, no windows or anything that looked hopeful. There were a lot of shadows that he might use as cover, but there wasn't much point in that unless he had somewhere to go.
"You know, that's the only thing that I like about you. You've got a sense of humour. A bad one, but at least you do have one. Not like any of the others around here, they're all too serious. Like that Cyclops dude, boy does he need a sense of humour."
"That is one thing we agree on, shame it is the only one." Logan nodded, while his eyes probed around the area that Toad was prodding him towards.
"You ought to work with us Wolverine, the laughs just keep coming. It is a shame that you won't be able to laugh once Mystique is through with you. Console yourself with the thought that I intend to see if Cyclops can laugh before I carve him into little bite size pieces."
Toad was pushing Logan towards a door that had been concealed behind a large machine of some kind. What the machine did was anyone's guess. Every two minutes it made a sound like 'ping', before grinding away like some ancient washing machine.
"Sounds like your washing machine can't handle the kind of dirt you keep company with." Logan remarked as they passed through the door into a dim-lit corridor. Toad prodded him to the right, and Logan turned to try and make out what the other end of the corridor led to.
"Naughty Wolvie, not that way" Toad chuckled as he elbowed Logan in the same spot that he'd kicked earlier.
Logan caught a groan before it could escape. He growled at Toad instead, who laughed at him. "You really are quite the wolf aren't you. You were probably a cute little bundle of fur when you were a cub."
"You must have been a tadpole in a sewer."
"Not one of your wittiest comments, but I suppose you can be forgiven. Mystique does take delight in a very painful revenge. Now don't forget to be on your best behaviour, you are going in with the big boys now. Sorry, big people. Mystique is so fond of political correctness, especially when she is impersonating Senator Kelly." Toad remarked as he punched a complicated code into a security pad near a heavily reinforced steel door.
End of Part 3
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From Logan's Lover.