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Chapter ten: Split up.
The HALO jump was easy. Logan had made it to the ground quickly, basically a brick of adamantium with a parachute to slow him down a bit. However, while they were in the air, the weather changed.
Strong winds blew the two apart. Fury was blown east, Logan was blown west. The two would have to make it to the facility alone.
Logan ditched the HALO gear, sniffing the air to see if any guards were in the immediate area, then thinking. Chuck! I'm here. What's the news on the patrols?
Three patrols are headed east of the base, to Fury. They must have spotted him when he was landing. Continue to the base Logan. We don't have much time.
Logan nodded, looking about the forest and catching his bearings. Creed's scent was to the north, as was the facility that seemed to loom in the distance like a grim reminder and a daunting threat at the same time.
Logan began to walk there, quickly and slowly, with claws out. He didn't want to attract any attention. He kept thinking about the change in weather, Xavier had told him conditions were to be perfect for their landing...
He shook his head, he didn't want to start thinking that he was being double crossed. He knew he was getting closer to the facility, he could see some obvious traps laid out.
He stepped past each one with ease, smirking a bit as he did so. "These guy's're still dumb as shit...." He took another step, then felt something tighten around his leg. "Hrm?"
He looked down, a small rope had been tied around his ankle. "Shi--!" He couldn't finish the sentence before he was flipped upside down and dragged into the air.
There he hung, upside down and pissed that he had allowed such a simple trick to catch him. That wasn't the worst of his problems, though, he could hear three angry sounding dogs heading his way.
Dobermans, dammit. He thought, looking down as the three guard dogs growled and barked and tried to reach him. "Dammit..." He muttered, he was going to cut the rope, but he knew he wouldn't be abled to catch himself before the dogs got to him.
Logan, what's happening?
Caught in a trap, Chuck. Three pissed lookin' guard dogs are thinkin' I'm their next meal.
He knew Xavier was going to try to say something, but it never came. The dogs whimpered suddenly and ran away. The rope lowered itself, and Logan found himself on the ground now. He quickly untied it and got up, looking about for who freed him.
He couldn't see anyone, but he swore he saw a woman a few yards away dissapear. "Why do I get the feelin' that that ain't a good sign.." He muttered sardonically to himself.
Logan, what happened?! Xavier said, sounding worried.
"Not sure, Chuck.." Logan muttered again, starting to walk again. "How's the serum comin'?"
Not well... Hank is currently being treated for exposure to the virus. Logan. The deadline is pushed forward to twelve hours. Maximum.
"Twelve hours?" Logan asked, shaking his head. "Where's Fury?"
I lost track of him the moment you got trapped. Some other force is at work here, Logan. Xavier said. We need you to find a serum in the base. There should be a way to make one somewhere in the base.
Logan sighed. "How 'M I gettin' out of this place again?"
The BlackBird will be rushed to you the moment you contact me. There's some psychometric interference there, Logan. Only contact me when you need to.
Logan nodded, now abled to see the wall to the facility. "Gotcha. Any idea what Creed is up to?"
No. But they've got one of the most powerful mutants in there, Logan. Eric Magnus Lehnsherr.
Eric Magnus Lehnsherr....
That name struck something far back in his mind, but he didn't know what. "Alright, Chuck. Keep lookin' fer Fury. I'm going in..." He said, sniffing the air one last time.
The scents that he found were all things he didn't recognize, except for one. It was her! But how can that be? She was dead! He sniffed the air a second time to try to make sure it was or wasn't her. But it was.
She was here.
The end.
Not much to say here, but I'd like to thank a few friends of mine for making me re-write this chapter. If I hadn't done it, you'd be stuck with a severely uncharacteristic pile of crap that would make me have to think up of new crap to throw in for other chapters.
Crap. Crap crap crap crap.
R&R.
--Ookami.
Chapter ten: Split up.
The HALO jump was easy. Logan had made it to the ground quickly, basically a brick of adamantium with a parachute to slow him down a bit. However, while they were in the air, the weather changed.
Strong winds blew the two apart. Fury was blown east, Logan was blown west. The two would have to make it to the facility alone.
Logan ditched the HALO gear, sniffing the air to see if any guards were in the immediate area, then thinking. Chuck! I'm here. What's the news on the patrols?
Three patrols are headed east of the base, to Fury. They must have spotted him when he was landing. Continue to the base Logan. We don't have much time.
Logan nodded, looking about the forest and catching his bearings. Creed's scent was to the north, as was the facility that seemed to loom in the distance like a grim reminder and a daunting threat at the same time.
Logan began to walk there, quickly and slowly, with claws out. He didn't want to attract any attention. He kept thinking about the change in weather, Xavier had told him conditions were to be perfect for their landing...
He shook his head, he didn't want to start thinking that he was being double crossed. He knew he was getting closer to the facility, he could see some obvious traps laid out.
He stepped past each one with ease, smirking a bit as he did so. "These guy's're still dumb as shit...." He took another step, then felt something tighten around his leg. "Hrm?"
He looked down, a small rope had been tied around his ankle. "Shi--!" He couldn't finish the sentence before he was flipped upside down and dragged into the air.
There he hung, upside down and pissed that he had allowed such a simple trick to catch him. That wasn't the worst of his problems, though, he could hear three angry sounding dogs heading his way.
Dobermans, dammit. He thought, looking down as the three guard dogs growled and barked and tried to reach him. "Dammit..." He muttered, he was going to cut the rope, but he knew he wouldn't be abled to catch himself before the dogs got to him.
Logan, what's happening?
Caught in a trap, Chuck. Three pissed lookin' guard dogs are thinkin' I'm their next meal.
He knew Xavier was going to try to say something, but it never came. The dogs whimpered suddenly and ran away. The rope lowered itself, and Logan found himself on the ground now. He quickly untied it and got up, looking about for who freed him.
He couldn't see anyone, but he swore he saw a woman a few yards away dissapear. "Why do I get the feelin' that that ain't a good sign.." He muttered sardonically to himself.
Logan, what happened?! Xavier said, sounding worried.
"Not sure, Chuck.." Logan muttered again, starting to walk again. "How's the serum comin'?"
Not well... Hank is currently being treated for exposure to the virus. Logan. The deadline is pushed forward to twelve hours. Maximum.
"Twelve hours?" Logan asked, shaking his head. "Where's Fury?"
I lost track of him the moment you got trapped. Some other force is at work here, Logan. Xavier said. We need you to find a serum in the base. There should be a way to make one somewhere in the base.
Logan sighed. "How 'M I gettin' out of this place again?"
The BlackBird will be rushed to you the moment you contact me. There's some psychometric interference there, Logan. Only contact me when you need to.
Logan nodded, now abled to see the wall to the facility. "Gotcha. Any idea what Creed is up to?"
No. But they've got one of the most powerful mutants in there, Logan. Eric Magnus Lehnsherr.
Eric Magnus Lehnsherr....
That name struck something far back in his mind, but he didn't know what. "Alright, Chuck. Keep lookin' fer Fury. I'm going in..." He said, sniffing the air one last time.
The scents that he found were all things he didn't recognize, except for one. It was her! But how can that be? She was dead! He sniffed the air a second time to try to make sure it was or wasn't her. But it was.
She was here.
The end.
Not much to say here, but I'd like to thank a few friends of mine for making me re-write this chapter. If I hadn't done it, you'd be stuck with a severely uncharacteristic pile of crap that would make me have to think up of new crap to throw in for other chapters.
Crap. Crap crap crap crap.
R&R.
--Ookami.