Author's Note: I made a mistake in chapter 1 by saying Bishop could emit a strange yellow beam. Sorry, wrong. As someone correctly pointed out, he can absorb most other mutants energy blast or something towards that effect. Truth be told, I never truly knew Bishop's power as I have never read those comics/seen those episodes of cartoon. Forgiveness, please? And also, to answer your question, I prefer this type of angry, bitter Wolverine. Plus, something has happened that made Wolverine mad, i.e.. assassination of his almost father figure, and also the man who helped calm him down. Anyway, on to Chapter 2!

Chapter 2: Onwards and Upwards

Wolverine went first, since he was the best when it came to hand-to-hand combat. The coast was clear for the group after he disposed of the two guards at the doors. Easy stuff.

"I can smell more, keep your eyes peeled and your fur up, this is gonna get ugly," Wolverine said those last few words with a smile.

They picked up the pace as they ran through the complex, a system of tunnels an elevators took them deeper and deeper underground. Storm was beginning to feel nauseas. Her claustrophobia was getting worse and she eventually collapsed. Wolverine took a look at her.

"Waterboy, get her back to the jet once we reach the next group of guards. I've got a hunch it'll be a big one, should keep us occupied for a few minutes. That's all the time you got." Just as wolverine finished his sentence, a large group of armed guards began to appear. "Speak of the devil." The claws were released, the mist was red, it was go time.

Cyclops quickly took out three with his blast as Bishop absorbed the laser blasts from their guns and repelled them back. The wave of guards continued. Beast launched Gambit towards them as he followed not far behind. Gambit laid down an air assault of cards before taking a shot in the chest. He stood up, shook it off, took out his stick and looked the man who shot him square in the eyes.

"Hey, mothafucka, Gambit no like it when he is shot. You want some of Gambit, then here he is, go for de fucking gusto, my man." The man started to run but only made it a few feet when he had a claw in him.

"Don't run from Remy, he just gets worse and angrier. Me, I'm always this angry." Wolverine snarled and slashed at the man's face. "Finish him, Remy."

"But of course, sir." His stick was full length as he swung it into the guard's face. "Aww, not looking very good, chere, Remy would apologize, but he afraid he might of meant it."

The X-Men were almost done with the guards when Typhoon got back. "Storm is safe in the Jet, I've got it in cloak so she can't be seen. Don't worry." There was something about him the Wolverine didn't trust. But he was just thankful Storm was safe. As much as he hated to be seen as sappy, Wolverine did care for the team and hated to see them in distress.

They kept moving once Nightcrawler took care of the last guard. They moved into the next room when they saw a sight they hadn't seen in years.