Reza stood impatiently outside of the camp. He was alone now, all of his minions out participating in his plan. He checked his watch. Only half an hour and they should all be long gone from this place. He was how his sister was doing, of gallivanting somewhere no doubt. Oh well, she could take her petty little intuitions and shove them. His plan was fool proof, and within an hour, he would get the credit for one of the greatest heists in years. He grinned as an orange glow shot up from the horizon. Looked like John was doing his job.

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"Oh shit!" John yelled as he launched another fireball. He didn't take the time to wait and see if it hit its target, he turned and ran. In the last few minutes, the camp guards had systematically surrounded him. He could hear the fiery collision behind him, but John did not stop. He was fine with being the distraction – up until they had shot at him. Now, it was no longer the tactical game of cat and mouse that damn Reza had described.

John ducked into a darkened storage shed. Gasping for breath, he kept out a watchful eye for the guards. Seeing no one, he withdrew his pocket radio from his singed canvas jacket.

No answer from either Logan or Mystique. Or Reza for that matter.

John cursed under his breath as he heard the sounds of approaching feet, and began to search for a hiding place in the crowded, dark room.

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Logan let out a stressed sigh and rolled his eyes. They had just entered through some deserted gate, apparently all the guards were chasing after John. At that thought, a smile almost crosses his face. Almost.

Behind him Strode Reza's two hired hit men with an over confidence that really annoyed Logan. And off to the side walked that pale kid, Amir, who looked as if he was waiting for the ground to swallow him whole.

As they approached a large building, which by Mystique's directions should be where the high threat level mutants were held. Logan stood in front of the opaque double doors, and looked them up and down. With a quick glance to the dead security box on the side, Logan reached forward and crammed his fingers into the crack between the two doors and shoved them open just enough for them to slide through single file.

Once inside, Logan stopped one of Reza's guards, and instructed him to stay at the door. If they weren't back in half an hour, he should 'run like hell out of there.' And with those instructions, Logan turned and started walking down the dark hall. Amir and the other guard quickly followed though.

Debris littered the hall, as did the occasional pool of murky water. In a few places, splattered blood and dents decorated the metallic walls.

Logan cast a glance behind him. Amir seemed increasingly nervous while the guard remained as stone-faced as ever. When the trio came to a division of the hall, Logan spoke up.

"Why don't we split up," He said, turning down the left side of the hall. The guard remained motionless for a moment before turning down the right hall. Amir cast glances down each hall then with a nod, he started running down the left hall to catch up with Logan.

Just as Logan was feeling proud of himself for finally being able to do this his way, without those flunkies following him, he heard the sound of faced paced footsteps growing louder. Since the place was nearly deserted, he assumed it was one of those darn flunkies. Probably the kid as he doubted the large hit man could get his body to move that quickly.

Moments later, His fears were confirmed as an out of breath Amir came up behind him.

Logan swore under his breath. Then he withdrew in his breath. "Don't do that." He instructed before continuing on his walk.

"Do what?" Amir questioned.

"Be so loud. And don't sneak up on me." Logan said shortly, looking around the hall for any sign they were headed in the right direction.

"Why?"

Logan swore again. Then in a flash he popped his claws and sprung around and had them within centimeters of Amir's neck.

"Oh." Was all the boy could manage. Logan sneered and kept walking, leaving his claws out. He paused every few steps to take a sniff, he could tell something was up.

Then they came to the first of the cell doors. All of these were deactivated as well, so they were easily forced open. When Logan opened them though, he immediately took a step back, fanning the air with his hands. Inside the cell lay the body of a thirty-something Asian man. The body was a deathly white, nearly blue. Logan turned and backed away, leaving the door open. Amir walked quickly after him, averting his eyes from the body.

When Logan moved to open the next cell, he was met with the same results. Over and over again, dead bodies. The smell was already becoming over powering, though Logan doubted these people had been dead very long. Disgusted, he pulled out his radio to talk to Mystique.

"Yeah?" She questioned.

"What the hell happened out here?" Logan demanded.

"What are you talking about?" Mystique asked questioningly.

"I've gone through several dozen cells and everyone's dead Mystique. What happened?" He demanded again.

"I don't know." Mystique said, pausing. "There seems to be some activity a hundred yard to your left. Go down the next hall up." She instructed, watching them wander around on the security cameras.

"Ok. How much time left do we have?" Logan questioned, beginning to walk with a fast pace down the hall.

"Don't worry about that. I can keep their system down for quite some time." Mystique replied confidently.

Logan rolled his eyes and turned off his radio. As soon as he had done so, Amir immediately questioned what was going on. To this, Logan merely shrugged and continued to follow Mystique's instructions. The hall began to steadily slop downward, and several feet in, the lights all turned off. In the distance though, a small beam remained, probably from a forgotten flashlight. Logan confidently walked down, keeping a look out while doing so.

A few moments later, Logan had reached the point of light. It was indeed a forgotten flashlight. Logan cautiously picked it up, and noticed a spilled tray besides it. Whoever had left, left in a hurry. Syringes and a spilled mixture of various liquids lay randomly spattered across the floor, as was a soaked pile of papers. Logan stood up, flashlight in hand. He turned around and surveyed the hall they had just come down. It was about as long as Mystique had described in their brief conversation, so Logan assumed whatever was alive, they were close to it. He turned back towards the direction he had been walking. Another pair of metal double doors stood in front of him, which he pried open just as easily as the rest. When he entered, Logan froze and loudly cursed. As far as he could see, cell doors ran down the brightly-lit steel hall. He heard Amir enter in behind him, and mutter something in a foreign dialect. Logan assumed it meant the same thing he had said too though.

"How long do we have?" Amir questioned, as they both stood frozen in place.

Logan began walking towards the first cell on his right. "According to Mystique, however long it takes. I'd say maybe an hour. Tops." He added. Amir let out a low whistle.

"Don't just stand there, try and open that," Logan commanded, gesturing with his shoulder towards the cell opposite his. One thing Logan immediately noticed was that these cells were definitely harder to open. But not impossible. When he did manage to pry the door open enough for him to slide through, Logan a very familiar figure chained to the wall. It was Scott.

"Scott?" Logan questioned as he approached the still form. No response. Logan tentatively reached out and touched the man's shoulder, taking note that Scott was lacking any eye gear. Scott's skin was cold. Unnaturally cold, and stiff. Logan took an involuntary step back. Scott was dead. Scott, dead? It was nearly unfathomable. Logan was slowly walking out of the cell backwards, his eyes glued on Scott's lifeless body when he heard Amir shouting for him. Logan took one last look at the body before rushing out to see what was causing the boy's shouting.

Amir was six cells down the hall, waving for Logan to help him. Logan took off towards him in a half jog, his mind distracted. When he reached the cell and looked in, his eyes slightly widened. The cell was several feet thick with a foamy padding of sorts, but in the center sat a curled up form, long red hair covering up its face.

"Hello?" Amir asked, leaning in. Logan pushed him aside to lift up the person's head to try and get a pulse. When Logan pushed the head back, the red hair fell back to reveal the vaguely familiar faces of one of Xavier's students. As he touched her neck with two fingers, trying to locate a pulse, a pair of gray eyes snapped open. Her mouth opened and she screamed. It was then that Logan remembered this student. Amir shot backwards out of the cell, frantically trying to cover his ears. Logan simply reached forwards and clamped her mouth shut.

Feeling quite ridiculous, Logan reintroduced himself to the girl and helped her stand. It was then that he finally removed his hand from her mouth. He handed the weak teenager over to Amir then continued on to the next cell.

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Twenty-some minutes later, Logan guessed they had gone through nearly two hundred cells and so far they only had about thirty live mutants to show for it. About five of them besides Siryn he recognized as younger students from the Mansion. But, none of the other X-men had been found, nor had any of the older students. He had given up trying to keep pace with Amir and had gone off quite sometime ago. Most of the freed mutants were too weak do search, but the several that could manage were much farther behind him.

Logan let out a deep sigh and rubbed his forehead with his hands. He was nearing another bend in the tunnel. The further away from the group he got, the more worried he became for them. Eventually, the guards up above were gonna remember about them down here and then they'd have a problem.

Logan found himself at the next cell, smirking up at the door. Stenciled on the thick door with a matte black paint gave the simple warning of 'no metal beyond this point.' There was only one person that could be in that cell. Logan moved to the next cell with a smile. This one, as he soon realized, could only hold one possible resident. Bold warnings adorned the front, as did threats to all that entered. It was only fitting those two would be placed next to each other, Logan mentally noted as he began to open the door. The cell was a miniature version of Cerebro. Logan walked slowly in, looking around as he went. The platform, the walls, everything matched. Except, at the end of the platform, instead of the usual low table and helmet Xavier used, there was a high table. On this table, Xavier lay stretched out. From his head, many electrodes and wires sprang, leading up to a computer display. As Logan slowly approached, He first took sight of the flashing computer. A warning box had popped up, and in bold letters it was declaring a system failure. Then underneath, in smaller print, it declared the patient needed emergency care, and next to it was a flashing clock that had already struck zero. Logan's eyes darted from the screen, down to Xavier's still body. With shock, he realized what the computer meant.

"No!" Logan breathed, but as soon as he touched the Professor's body, he realized the computer was telling the truth. The Professor's skin was cool and firm. Logan quickly left the room.

His radio beeped. Reluctantly, Logan withdrew it from his pocket.

"Yeah?" He questioned. He heard John scream a curse then the sound of gunfire. Then, only static remained.

Concerned, Logan tried to contact Mystique, but there was no answer there either. This time, Logan swore, and turned and began to walk back to where he had left the group. He didn't get very far before he saw they were surrounded by heavily armed and protected soldiers. Logan snarled as the popped his claws and began to stride forward.

Logan never saw the bullet that struck the middle of his forehead, point- blank. He fell backwards, blood splattering across the hall.