"Target has been positively identified, Sir!"
Major Murphy smiled.
"You know what to do."
...........
When Indiana woke, Logan was nowhere in sight. With a smile she rolled into the middle of the bed and stretched full out. Last night--- had been great. And Logan was in the shower. Indiana sighed. Looked like the Knowing had come back again. She thought her other powers might had smothered it. No such luck. She felt like one of those ancient gypsies that stared into the crystal balls. Well, at least she had a way of making cash: telling fortunes. The thought wasn't as funny as it was supposed to be.
With a sigh she rose and dressed, wincing at the slight pain between her thighs. Except for a sharp sting at the start, last night had been pure bliss. Logan was a--- Indiana blushed--- very attentive lover.
Grabbing a change of clothes, Indiana headed for the shower.
..........
Indiana sighed as she pulled on her jeans. The hot water had done a lot to sooth her aches and pains from last night. With a smile she headed back to the caravan.
..........
As soon as Indiana stepped into the trailer she knew something was wrong. Of course the guy now holding a gun to her head was an obvious give away.
"Where is the disk, Ms Munroe?" He asked with deadly menace.
It took all the will power that Indiana possessed not to flick her eyes to the bedroom. Suddenly two guys were holding her arms. The man with the gun, the same man from the shopping mall, slammed his fist into her face.
Indiana saw stars. God it hurt. She could feel her mind wanting to blank out, wanting to go under. By sheer force of will she pulled herself up through the fog. Not this time. She wasn't going to be a puppet. Not this time. Indiana felt a hand jerk her face up.
"That was, unfortunate, Ms Munroe. Don't make me do it again. Now where is the disk?"
.............
Logan could smell her fear before he'd even got to the trailer. He'd gone for a shower early and planned to surprise her with flowers. It'd felt weird, buying flowers that was. And he felt a little guilty. He hadn't known she was a virgin. Logan had spent this morning wondering if he deserved it. Her, that was. Finding out he was her first had been a shock, and he'd been extra gentle from then on. Making sure her first time had been the best.
And now, she was in trouble. Logan picked up other scents on the wind. Men, military, four of them. With a growl Logan unsheathed his claws, and started towards the trailer.
............
When the butt of the gun hit her for the second time Indiana felt the sickening crack of bone. It was her cheek, no, her eye? Indiana didn't know. It all hurt so much. She was glad she couldn't speak. For once her voicelessness was working for her. If she couldn't speak, and they wouldn't let her go, then she had no way to tell them where it was.
Suddenly Indiana dropped to the ground, she was free--- why? Her eyes opened wide as one of her captor's body's fell in front of her. Three parallel slashes went from his throat, up his face. Struggling to her knees Indiana watched as Logan fought the second guy. Gutting him with a swift underarm strike Logan turned on the last guard. The one who had been waiting in the shadows.
Indiana was so entranced by the fight that the sound of a shot ringing out shocked her. She looked around, to find who'd been hit, when a slightly warm sensation in her left shoulder, just above her heart and just below her collarbone, caught her attention.
*Oh. It's me* She thought in a kind of abstract shock as her legs slowly slid out from under her.
Indiana heard a roar of rage and saw Logan almost behead his opponent and then rush the guy with the gun. Indiana Saw Logan lying in a puddle of blood, and her heart wretched in terror.
"LOGAN!" She screamed with all he being.
As Logan turned to look at her he seemed to shudder. Twice, three times, a forth. Sound reintroduced itself. And Indiana got to her feet. It didn't matter anymore. Not the pain, not the people, not the disk. All she felt now was rage. And hate.
Lots of it.
With a scream she barely heard, Indiana summoned her mutation. The power, the electric blue energy that now made up her being, the power that was infused into her bones and cells. She called it with all she had. And it burned. It burned so bad. Like cold fire, power in the blood. She could feel it freezing her rage, her anger. Making the boiling and shivering emotions of wrath harden into the cold, black, knowledge of revenge. With a smile, she let go.
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I'm giving up Road Trip to finish this, you realise that right? This is going to be the first fan fiction in my entire life that I have ever finished. You guys owe me big.
Major Murphy smiled.
"You know what to do."
...........
When Indiana woke, Logan was nowhere in sight. With a smile she rolled into the middle of the bed and stretched full out. Last night--- had been great. And Logan was in the shower. Indiana sighed. Looked like the Knowing had come back again. She thought her other powers might had smothered it. No such luck. She felt like one of those ancient gypsies that stared into the crystal balls. Well, at least she had a way of making cash: telling fortunes. The thought wasn't as funny as it was supposed to be.
With a sigh she rose and dressed, wincing at the slight pain between her thighs. Except for a sharp sting at the start, last night had been pure bliss. Logan was a--- Indiana blushed--- very attentive lover.
Grabbing a change of clothes, Indiana headed for the shower.
..........
Indiana sighed as she pulled on her jeans. The hot water had done a lot to sooth her aches and pains from last night. With a smile she headed back to the caravan.
..........
As soon as Indiana stepped into the trailer she knew something was wrong. Of course the guy now holding a gun to her head was an obvious give away.
"Where is the disk, Ms Munroe?" He asked with deadly menace.
It took all the will power that Indiana possessed not to flick her eyes to the bedroom. Suddenly two guys were holding her arms. The man with the gun, the same man from the shopping mall, slammed his fist into her face.
Indiana saw stars. God it hurt. She could feel her mind wanting to blank out, wanting to go under. By sheer force of will she pulled herself up through the fog. Not this time. She wasn't going to be a puppet. Not this time. Indiana felt a hand jerk her face up.
"That was, unfortunate, Ms Munroe. Don't make me do it again. Now where is the disk?"
.............
Logan could smell her fear before he'd even got to the trailer. He'd gone for a shower early and planned to surprise her with flowers. It'd felt weird, buying flowers that was. And he felt a little guilty. He hadn't known she was a virgin. Logan had spent this morning wondering if he deserved it. Her, that was. Finding out he was her first had been a shock, and he'd been extra gentle from then on. Making sure her first time had been the best.
And now, she was in trouble. Logan picked up other scents on the wind. Men, military, four of them. With a growl Logan unsheathed his claws, and started towards the trailer.
............
When the butt of the gun hit her for the second time Indiana felt the sickening crack of bone. It was her cheek, no, her eye? Indiana didn't know. It all hurt so much. She was glad she couldn't speak. For once her voicelessness was working for her. If she couldn't speak, and they wouldn't let her go, then she had no way to tell them where it was.
Suddenly Indiana dropped to the ground, she was free--- why? Her eyes opened wide as one of her captor's body's fell in front of her. Three parallel slashes went from his throat, up his face. Struggling to her knees Indiana watched as Logan fought the second guy. Gutting him with a swift underarm strike Logan turned on the last guard. The one who had been waiting in the shadows.
Indiana was so entranced by the fight that the sound of a shot ringing out shocked her. She looked around, to find who'd been hit, when a slightly warm sensation in her left shoulder, just above her heart and just below her collarbone, caught her attention.
*Oh. It's me* She thought in a kind of abstract shock as her legs slowly slid out from under her.
Indiana heard a roar of rage and saw Logan almost behead his opponent and then rush the guy with the gun. Indiana Saw Logan lying in a puddle of blood, and her heart wretched in terror.
"LOGAN!" She screamed with all he being.
As Logan turned to look at her he seemed to shudder. Twice, three times, a forth. Sound reintroduced itself. And Indiana got to her feet. It didn't matter anymore. Not the pain, not the people, not the disk. All she felt now was rage. And hate.
Lots of it.
With a scream she barely heard, Indiana summoned her mutation. The power, the electric blue energy that now made up her being, the power that was infused into her bones and cells. She called it with all she had. And it burned. It burned so bad. Like cold fire, power in the blood. She could feel it freezing her rage, her anger. Making the boiling and shivering emotions of wrath harden into the cold, black, knowledge of revenge. With a smile, she let go.
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I'm giving up Road Trip to finish this, you realise that right? This is going to be the first fan fiction in my entire life that I have ever finished. You guys owe me big.