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Chapter six: Proving grounds.
After a few minutes, they had convinced Logan to sit with them and join in the conversation. Much to Rogue's dismay, he wouldn't stay quiet when she made a scarcastic comment towards him.
It had been half an hour when Hank stepped into the room, looking a little surprised to find Logan with Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue. "Logan, I need to talk to you."
Logan glanced over, then stood up slowly. Hanks tone wasn't really reassuring. "Whatsamatter, Hank?" He asked. Hank motioned for him to step outside with him, Logan followed him.
Once the coast was clear, Hank looked at Logan. "I have bad news, Logan."
Logan nodded slowly. "I figured as much. What happened?"
"Creed's joined department H again." He said, Logan tilted his head. "He was appointed as head of security for the lead scientist in the Weapon X program."
Logan growled. "..And?"
"And he's in the area. He's tracking down a young man, a human no less." He sighed. "Professor Xavier believes that the person he's tracking might have some significance to you..."
"Yeah? Who is it?" Logan asked, now interested.
"His name is Nick Fury. He's training in for an organization called S.H.E.I.L.D., that's really all we know.." Hank said.
"So why the hell does this guy have significance to me?" Logan asked.
"Xavier knows, but he hasn't told us. He wants you to protect Fury by any means possible. Think of this as a way of proving yourself to the others, Logan. You're the only one who could stop Creed without alerting the world." Hank said sincerely.
Logan raised an eyebrow, thinking this over. Fury. Where had he heard that name before?
"Fine. All I gotta do is stop Creed from shreddin' this guy up?" He started heading out the door. "I'll be back in a coupla hours."
Hank sighed slightly. Shaking his head. "What's Xavier got up his sleeve..."
Logan went into the garage, finding the motorcycle he had never seen used. After a few moments it roared to life.
He smirked and got on it, pulling out of the garage and heading through the gates. Once away from the institute, he sniffed the air. Creed's scent was surpsingly close.
In the town of Bayville, a teen stepped slowly out of his place of employment. He reached into his pocket, taking out a half smoked cigar and putting it to his lips, lighting it and walking away from the building.
Everything seemed normal to him. Though the motorcyclist across the street eyeing him was unusual. He raised an eyebrow, but kept moving
A few more steps down the street and he passed an alley. He stopped, taking the cigar from his lips and tapping the ash off of it.
A large, clawed hand grabbed his wrist, knocking the cigar from his hand. "Goin' somewhere special, bub?"
Fury raised an eyebrow. "That was my last cigar. Hope you can pay me back for it." He said, trying to rip his arm away from the blonde attacker.
All that did was get him a punch in the gut. "Sorry, kid. I ain't here fer the cigar..."
Fury doubled over, eyes widened. He couldn't say anything, as all of his breath had left. Sabertooth grinned. "C'mon out, guys."
Some guards came out, slapping cuffs onto Fury's wrists and picking him up. The guards were in full armor, even their faces were hidden. They were approaching a transport truck, Fury was looking for a way to escape, but nothing came.
The guards opened the back of the truck, one of them grabbed Fury, then looked at his partner. "What're you waiting for? Help me get him in." The guard said.
"Sorry pal." The other guard said. Three claws popped through his gloves, and he quickly slit the other guards throat. "Y'really ought T'know who yer workin' with."
Fury looked at the claws, then at the guard. "Who the hell are you?!"
"No time for that, bud. Sabertooth ain't that far behind, and I gotta make sure yer alive." The guard said, cutting the handcuffs off of Fury's wrist.
Nick smirked slightly. "I see. Well, cowboy. If you're half as tough as you talk, this should be easy. 'Course, I'm not exactly a wimp myself."
"Whatever." The false guard replied, taking off his helmet. It was the motorcyclist. He sniffed the air, raising an eyebrow. "Hrm.. Creed's leaving...? Must have a hot date or somethin'."
Nick began to head to the trucks door, knocking on it and waiting for the driver to get out. As soon as the driver did, Nick kicked him in the shin, then punched him in the jaw.
The guard fell. Nick and Logan got into the truck. "Head T'the xavier institute. Somethin' ain't right."
Nick hit the gas, they began to speed off to the institute. "What's up?" Nick said, looking over at Logan.
"Sabertooth is goin' away from here. He couldn't have missed my scent." Logan growled. "Speed up, bub. No sense in obeyin' laws after what we've done so far."
Nick pressed the pedal into the floor, dodging traffic as they go. Logan sniffed the air when they got close to the institute, he could smell gunpowder. Lots of it.
The End.
Chapter six: Proving grounds.
After a few minutes, they had convinced Logan to sit with them and join in the conversation. Much to Rogue's dismay, he wouldn't stay quiet when she made a scarcastic comment towards him.
It had been half an hour when Hank stepped into the room, looking a little surprised to find Logan with Kurt, Kitty, and Rogue. "Logan, I need to talk to you."
Logan glanced over, then stood up slowly. Hanks tone wasn't really reassuring. "Whatsamatter, Hank?" He asked. Hank motioned for him to step outside with him, Logan followed him.
Once the coast was clear, Hank looked at Logan. "I have bad news, Logan."
Logan nodded slowly. "I figured as much. What happened?"
"Creed's joined department H again." He said, Logan tilted his head. "He was appointed as head of security for the lead scientist in the Weapon X program."
Logan growled. "..And?"
"And he's in the area. He's tracking down a young man, a human no less." He sighed. "Professor Xavier believes that the person he's tracking might have some significance to you..."
"Yeah? Who is it?" Logan asked, now interested.
"His name is Nick Fury. He's training in for an organization called S.H.E.I.L.D., that's really all we know.." Hank said.
"So why the hell does this guy have significance to me?" Logan asked.
"Xavier knows, but he hasn't told us. He wants you to protect Fury by any means possible. Think of this as a way of proving yourself to the others, Logan. You're the only one who could stop Creed without alerting the world." Hank said sincerely.
Logan raised an eyebrow, thinking this over. Fury. Where had he heard that name before?
"Fine. All I gotta do is stop Creed from shreddin' this guy up?" He started heading out the door. "I'll be back in a coupla hours."
Hank sighed slightly. Shaking his head. "What's Xavier got up his sleeve..."
Logan went into the garage, finding the motorcycle he had never seen used. After a few moments it roared to life.
He smirked and got on it, pulling out of the garage and heading through the gates. Once away from the institute, he sniffed the air. Creed's scent was surpsingly close.
In the town of Bayville, a teen stepped slowly out of his place of employment. He reached into his pocket, taking out a half smoked cigar and putting it to his lips, lighting it and walking away from the building.
Everything seemed normal to him. Though the motorcyclist across the street eyeing him was unusual. He raised an eyebrow, but kept moving
A few more steps down the street and he passed an alley. He stopped, taking the cigar from his lips and tapping the ash off of it.
A large, clawed hand grabbed his wrist, knocking the cigar from his hand. "Goin' somewhere special, bub?"
Fury raised an eyebrow. "That was my last cigar. Hope you can pay me back for it." He said, trying to rip his arm away from the blonde attacker.
All that did was get him a punch in the gut. "Sorry, kid. I ain't here fer the cigar..."
Fury doubled over, eyes widened. He couldn't say anything, as all of his breath had left. Sabertooth grinned. "C'mon out, guys."
Some guards came out, slapping cuffs onto Fury's wrists and picking him up. The guards were in full armor, even their faces were hidden. They were approaching a transport truck, Fury was looking for a way to escape, but nothing came.
The guards opened the back of the truck, one of them grabbed Fury, then looked at his partner. "What're you waiting for? Help me get him in." The guard said.
"Sorry pal." The other guard said. Three claws popped through his gloves, and he quickly slit the other guards throat. "Y'really ought T'know who yer workin' with."
Fury looked at the claws, then at the guard. "Who the hell are you?!"
"No time for that, bud. Sabertooth ain't that far behind, and I gotta make sure yer alive." The guard said, cutting the handcuffs off of Fury's wrist.
Nick smirked slightly. "I see. Well, cowboy. If you're half as tough as you talk, this should be easy. 'Course, I'm not exactly a wimp myself."
"Whatever." The false guard replied, taking off his helmet. It was the motorcyclist. He sniffed the air, raising an eyebrow. "Hrm.. Creed's leaving...? Must have a hot date or somethin'."
Nick began to head to the trucks door, knocking on it and waiting for the driver to get out. As soon as the driver did, Nick kicked him in the shin, then punched him in the jaw.
The guard fell. Nick and Logan got into the truck. "Head T'the xavier institute. Somethin' ain't right."
Nick hit the gas, they began to speed off to the institute. "What's up?" Nick said, looking over at Logan.
"Sabertooth is goin' away from here. He couldn't have missed my scent." Logan growled. "Speed up, bub. No sense in obeyin' laws after what we've done so far."
Nick pressed the pedal into the floor, dodging traffic as they go. Logan sniffed the air when they got close to the institute, he could smell gunpowder. Lots of it.
The End.