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Chapter 11: Anything that can go wrong....
Nick landed in the three point position, he quickly got up and took the jump gear off. He glanced around, removing a pistol from its holster and starting off to the base. "Take it slow, Fury. They 'prolly saw you land."
He moved through the trees slowly and silently, not seeing or hearing any other footsteps around him.
He could see the base now. "Hell. This was easy." He muttered, raising the pistol in case someone were to appear, then walking again. It was getting foggy suddenly, the outline of a woman appearing a few feet ahead.
He aimed the pistol at her. "Who are you?" He demanded, crouching slightly.
The woman stepped forward. He couldn't tell what she was wearing, but it was some kind of dark uniform. She narrowed her eyes on him. "I can't let you get past here."
He watched her, noticing that she was unarmed. "Yeah?" He cocked the pistol. "Well pardon me for bein' rude."
She rushed forward, within a blink of an eye, Fury was flat on his ass. He held the pistol up to shoot again, but the barrel and chamber had been removed. He looked up, and she waved it slowly, tossing it to him and hitting him in the chest.
He stood up, cursing himself to be more careful now. He threw a punch, but she caught his wrist and struck him in the nose. Then she put her free hand on his elbow and pushed him so she was behind him. She brought her elbow down on his, causing the bone to snap and the arm to bend backwards.
Fury's eyes widened. He didn't even have a chance to breath before the palm of her hand struck the back of his head and sent him to the ground, unconcsious.
The woman looked down at him, then turned and left.
Inside the facility, Creed walked through the prison area, heading for the lab. He couldn't stop himself from glancing in at the mutants that were near death or reaching it fast. Some shouted insults at him, but he just laughed them off.
He approached the lab door. His PAN card wasn't high enough for the door to open, but a swift slash at it with his claws got it open quick enough. Once he was through, the scientists all looked at him. "Hey! How'd you get in here!" One said, approaching him.
He grabbed the scientist by the throat, lifting him up and throwing him across the room. "I don't need a security pass, squirt. Now open the old man's cell!" He growled. A scientist moved and unlocked the door. The old man looked out of the cell, smiling triumphantly.
Creed smirked as well, throwing a small bag out towards the cell, the old man held out a hand, and the bag froze. Several peices of metal came out of the bag. Creed then went to the virus synthesizer, entering in some data and watching a few large vials fill up.
Soon, the vials were packed into a large brown metal box. Creed picked it up, looking over as the old man stepped into the lab, smiling at Creed and nodding for them to go.
Logan removed his claws from the stomach of a guard, grabbing his security pass and running down the hall, sniffing the air as he went.
He turned down a corridor, seeing all of the cells that once held mutants now empty and destroyed. He growled slowly, walking as carefully as possible through the room. The door at the end of it had been trashed, and there were several puddles of blood.
Logan stepped into the lab, two scientists had been hung from the ceiling by a shard of metal. He checked each ones pulse. "Dead." He muttered.
'Logan. Magneto has been through there. He's escaped with Creed and the virus. They've changed it, though. You've got to make serums for mutants And humans, Logan!'
Logan growled, looking around the lab. "Chuck, you know somethin' about this mission that I don't. Tell me, or I ain't makin' any of those serums for you." Logan said, knowing he meant it.
"Are you really going to hold the world hostage just for information?" Xavier replied after a pause.
"I don't like people usin' me like a goddamned puppet, Chuck. Spill it."
"Hank Will die unless you get those serums!"
"Then you better make it quick, bub." Logan said, snarling now. "Tell me!"
There was silence, then Xavier sighed.
"Alright. But you won't like it."
To be continued.
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Heh. I had to throw in another cliff hanger-ish ending. Anyway, this story will be ending a bit quicker than I originally thought, but there will be a sequel to it that actually involves the X-men.
R&R,
--Ookami.
Chapter 11: Anything that can go wrong....
Nick landed in the three point position, he quickly got up and took the jump gear off. He glanced around, removing a pistol from its holster and starting off to the base. "Take it slow, Fury. They 'prolly saw you land."
He moved through the trees slowly and silently, not seeing or hearing any other footsteps around him.
He could see the base now. "Hell. This was easy." He muttered, raising the pistol in case someone were to appear, then walking again. It was getting foggy suddenly, the outline of a woman appearing a few feet ahead.
He aimed the pistol at her. "Who are you?" He demanded, crouching slightly.
The woman stepped forward. He couldn't tell what she was wearing, but it was some kind of dark uniform. She narrowed her eyes on him. "I can't let you get past here."
He watched her, noticing that she was unarmed. "Yeah?" He cocked the pistol. "Well pardon me for bein' rude."
She rushed forward, within a blink of an eye, Fury was flat on his ass. He held the pistol up to shoot again, but the barrel and chamber had been removed. He looked up, and she waved it slowly, tossing it to him and hitting him in the chest.
He stood up, cursing himself to be more careful now. He threw a punch, but she caught his wrist and struck him in the nose. Then she put her free hand on his elbow and pushed him so she was behind him. She brought her elbow down on his, causing the bone to snap and the arm to bend backwards.
Fury's eyes widened. He didn't even have a chance to breath before the palm of her hand struck the back of his head and sent him to the ground, unconcsious.
The woman looked down at him, then turned and left.
Inside the facility, Creed walked through the prison area, heading for the lab. He couldn't stop himself from glancing in at the mutants that were near death or reaching it fast. Some shouted insults at him, but he just laughed them off.
He approached the lab door. His PAN card wasn't high enough for the door to open, but a swift slash at it with his claws got it open quick enough. Once he was through, the scientists all looked at him. "Hey! How'd you get in here!" One said, approaching him.
He grabbed the scientist by the throat, lifting him up and throwing him across the room. "I don't need a security pass, squirt. Now open the old man's cell!" He growled. A scientist moved and unlocked the door. The old man looked out of the cell, smiling triumphantly.
Creed smirked as well, throwing a small bag out towards the cell, the old man held out a hand, and the bag froze. Several peices of metal came out of the bag. Creed then went to the virus synthesizer, entering in some data and watching a few large vials fill up.
Soon, the vials were packed into a large brown metal box. Creed picked it up, looking over as the old man stepped into the lab, smiling at Creed and nodding for them to go.
Logan removed his claws from the stomach of a guard, grabbing his security pass and running down the hall, sniffing the air as he went.
He turned down a corridor, seeing all of the cells that once held mutants now empty and destroyed. He growled slowly, walking as carefully as possible through the room. The door at the end of it had been trashed, and there were several puddles of blood.
Logan stepped into the lab, two scientists had been hung from the ceiling by a shard of metal. He checked each ones pulse. "Dead." He muttered.
'Logan. Magneto has been through there. He's escaped with Creed and the virus. They've changed it, though. You've got to make serums for mutants And humans, Logan!'
Logan growled, looking around the lab. "Chuck, you know somethin' about this mission that I don't. Tell me, or I ain't makin' any of those serums for you." Logan said, knowing he meant it.
"Are you really going to hold the world hostage just for information?" Xavier replied after a pause.
"I don't like people usin' me like a goddamned puppet, Chuck. Spill it."
"Hank Will die unless you get those serums!"
"Then you better make it quick, bub." Logan said, snarling now. "Tell me!"
There was silence, then Xavier sighed.
"Alright. But you won't like it."
To be continued.
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Heh. I had to throw in another cliff hanger-ish ending. Anyway, this story will be ending a bit quicker than I originally thought, but there will be a sequel to it that actually involves the X-men.
R&R,
--Ookami.