Logan's Legacy
A/N: Like it says in my bio, this is my first fanfic. I don't expect you to be nice, but at least be polite. If you tell me something is bad or wrong, please tell me how to fix it, not just that it is bad. Also, if any of you people are more of a net wizard than I am or know of some good sites for x-men info, would you please tell me. Thanks. Oh yeah, I don't own most of these characters. Sigh
Chapter One: Shadow's Kiss
The building loomed up black, blotting out the moon behind it so that it seemed to have a halo around it. Good. The darkness would be helpful. The girl had been worried about that when she'd originally thought of this plan. Then again, she had been trained by the best, but in turn, best not to get cocky.
Look at them, the fools. Anyone could take them out with six quick shots and a silencer. They wouldn't even have time to sound an alarm. She thought in regards to the guards. That must mean surveillance, cameras, people, something I can't readily see from back here. Doesn't matter. Something cracked behind her. Someone was coming. Perfect. A shadow barged through the underbrush. The dark amorphous shape that turned right and left frantically searching.
"I could have sworn something, someone was here." The girl watched the shadow. She suddenly had a better plan, though not as much fun, for her anyway. She had perched in a tree and now made ready to pounce like a cat pounces on string. Fool, why does no one ever think to look above? From the depths of her memory, a voice came droning back at her, swamping her with lessons she wished she sometimes could forget.
Humans do not expect attack from above while they are ground, for they have no reason to expect it. The sky is a realm in which they have no domain, so they do not understand, as they do not know. They have never been hunted from the sky, so they do not expect to be hunted from the sky.
She could smell the man's fear. Rookie and with that she crashed into his shoulders snapping his spine as she went, leaping off at the last vital second to land on her feet. Sorry kid. She thought as she quickly stripped him of his uniform. Please don't have a family anywhere. She stopped. She would not think like this. If this was going to work, nothing was going to touch her. She knew what she had to do, and damn it! She would do it. It was owed to her. Right she mentally said as she took a deep breath and walked out of the brush and into the clearing.
"Halt! Who are you?"
"Guard 90365 Alpha reporting for rounds." She was thankful that she'd been casing the place for the past month and a half now. She was also thankful that she had good night vision or she would have had to fumble for her id number. That was how they kept people from breaking in. Each guard was issued a uniform once a week with a new id number on it. There was no way to fake knowing the id number because they changed all of the time. She knew how the system worked and consequently knew where all of the flaws and loopholes were.
"Oh, you must be the new guy." The first guard said. Good thing these uniforms came with hats. She had stuffed all her hair up into it, so she looked somewhat masculine in the two-large uniform. They thought she was a guy. Great.
"Go to the south part of the building. Oh, and rookie, hope your not scared of the dark." She just smirked to herself. Please, I am a child of the night. She couldn't help but think to herself. To be honest, she almost couldn't stand the light.
She strode around the building to the south side. This was almost too perfect. There was a window that lead to an unused office on this side of the building that she'd been planning on getting in through. She paused. It felt too much like a trap, but if she didn't get in now, she never would. She always had been a gambling girl, part of the reason she'd been deemed unusable. Just thinking about it made her angry. Calm down, get a grip. Smash stuff later. And people said she needed anger management classes.
She hoisted herself up on the windowsill and after some difficult maneuvering she managed to get it open and landed inside with a quiet but discernible thud. She froze. Despite all her training, her heart began to pound. Breathe, just breathe. She couldn't smell or hear anyone. She cautiously moved to the door and cracked it open. She couldn't see anyone. She moved into the hallway and began to count doors. One...two...three...four...twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two...twenty-three. My lucky number. She opened the door and strode down the hallway bordered on both sides with glass walls. She ducked into the bathroom right outside of the office she would need. She knew all this because she had looked up the city plans at City Hall. What wasn't listed at City Hall she hacked off of the inter-net.
She stripped off the uniform. She was decked in black from her head to her toes. Black jeans, black combat boots, black t-shirt and leather jacket to top off the ensemble. She looked like every wannabe punk off the street, not to mention the stereotypical movie persona of a bad ass, and why not? She was a bad ass. She left the bathroom and slipped into the office. She got behind the computer, cracked her knuckles and got started.
One and a Half Hours Later
She was halfway through hacking into Stryker's database. She had to bypass his voice recognition program and then hack through the codes protecting the back doors into the system. Suddenly Stryker's database was on the screen. She scrolled through the database. There were at least a thousand mutants listed here. If there was anything to be said about Stryker, bastard that he was, he was at least a very thorough bastard.
She clicked on the file titled "Weapon X." Immediately several other aliases such as Logan and Wolverine popped up wanting to know, which documents she wanted to examine. She uploaded the file Logan. She scrolled down the page until she saw the subheading of Current Address. She logged it away in her brain. So he think he can hide in a school. Too bad he was never very good at academics. To the right, in the corner was a photograph. Logan! Mentally she was screaming, but to anyone who could have seen her at the moment, she looked absolutely calm, so still you weren't sure if she was alive. She was clenching her hands so tight she feared she might actually break her own fingers. He vision was taking on a crimson shade.
She was standing outside in the hall, the one with all the doors she had counted on the way in. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten out here. Shit! She cursed herself. Did I hurt anyone? She didn't think this out of concern for anyone else, she was concerned for herself. If she had hurt someone, there would be more people coming to take her down. Double Shit! Maybe I do need those anger management classes after all. She couldn't sense any alarm, but just to be sure, she walked up to the nearest camera and waved. It didn't matter if they had her picture or not. The spikey blonde haired punk they saw waving to the camera with distinct pale features and green eyes was not what she normally looked like. Then again, she never normally looked like anything. Just for good measure, she smashed the camera.
Immediately an alarm went off. Good. Now for the fun part. She ran towards the front door. No point in trying to be subtle now. She slammed into the first guard as he charged her from down the hallway. The second guard went for her head but she was too quick for him. She ducked the punch and kicked him in the crotch. Too bad for him that she had good aim, some would even say deadly.
"Automatic lockdown commenced." She ran for the door and just as the guards started firing their guns, she dropped into a skid, rolling on the other side of the door as it slammed down and surged to her feet. She scanned the room quickly. Then crouching, hugging herself to the wall she eased up to the last corner. She smelled people, at least two, no more than three. Then they began talking into their radios, and she knew she only had two guards left. If she went out now, it would be a stand off. Screw this crap! I don't have time for it. She pulled out her gun and shot one neat hole in each guards head.
"Have a nice day boys." She blew them a kiss as she simply walked out the door and was swallowed by the shadows, and the comforting embrace of the night.
