By the next day everyone had heard about what happened, and among them was Wolverine, who had shown little emotion over Havok's death. But, when the news reached him that Havok had been killed by Sabretooth, he too left the Institute by himself.
Meanwhile, Cyclops roamed New York in Jean's convertible. He had been driving all night and had already reached the outskirts of the city. He finally stopped by and old abandoned garage and parked in as much concealment as possible. He then stepped out of the car for the first time in hours. I can't be Cyclops any longer, he thought the whole Institute knows me by that name, not to mention the entire city. He stretched out his arms and then leaned against the luxury car in deep thought.
By this time Gambit found shelter in a few alleyways and even some building tops. But he was currently staying in a park. He knew he couldn't go back to the base, especially with Rogue there. He too tossed around the idea of an identity change, but what would be the point? After all, now both sides were against him.
Wolverine was still searching the spot he was told they were ambushed at. He had long since abandoned his cycle and he continued his investigation on foot. He followed the familiar scent all the way down to a small river. He stayed in the cover of the underbrush just in case of another surprise attack. Just then Wolverine heard something above him, he turned to see what it was. But before he could roll over and look up something landed on him, hard.
Meanwhile, Cyclops roamed New York in Jean's convertible. He had been driving all night and had already reached the outskirts of the city. He finally stopped by and old abandoned garage and parked in as much concealment as possible. He then stepped out of the car for the first time in hours. I can't be Cyclops any longer, he thought the whole Institute knows me by that name, not to mention the entire city. He stretched out his arms and then leaned against the luxury car in deep thought.
By this time Gambit found shelter in a few alleyways and even some building tops. But he was currently staying in a park. He knew he couldn't go back to the base, especially with Rogue there. He too tossed around the idea of an identity change, but what would be the point? After all, now both sides were against him.
Wolverine was still searching the spot he was told they were ambushed at. He had long since abandoned his cycle and he continued his investigation on foot. He followed the familiar scent all the way down to a small river. He stayed in the cover of the underbrush just in case of another surprise attack. Just then Wolverine heard something above him, he turned to see what it was. But before he could roll over and look up something landed on him, hard.
