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Scott and Jean had wondered down a hallway. It leaded to the boiler room, where they had fought each other.

"Jean…I'm sorry," Scott said turning to her.

"No, don't be. You couldn't do anything."

"Maybe. I don't know…" he said as he wandered around, replaying everything in his head.

"Scott, I love you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me purposefully. It wasn't your fault. Scott?"

Scott stopped listening to her. He saw something in the corner. It was near the foundation of the room. It was a letter.

"Scott, what is that?"

He picked it up and read it out loud.

"If somebody is reading this it is only because I am dead. Most likely than not, my teacher, Wolverine has defeated me. It id he I learned this: Never be caught without a backup plan or an ace up the sleeve. No doubt you have come to find the knowledge that this place possesses, but I am sorry to inform you that you will not leave with the information. You see, once you opened the door to enter this place a timer started which can only be stopped by a 8-digit code that I have. The timer is set so that 30 minutes from now the entire foundation will collapse causing the base to implode onto it. This is my ace. Farewell, Gavin Hewitt."

"Scott, we only have 10 minutes to get out of here."

"I'll contact Logan as we go. Start going now!" Scott said as he reached for the radio and started running behind Jean.

Logan ran to he next room, still holding the folder about Jean. It was the file room, the same one that he had been searching for. Throwing open the drawers he scrambled through the mess of papers. All of the names he didn't recognize. He rummaged through the next drawer. Nothing. Next drawer he found what he had been looking for. He found the folder marked "Howlett, James"

Finally, I'll know what happened to me.

Logan opened up the folder and began to read it. He compared what he saw to Jean's. They were written in the same way. Jean must have done something for Stryker or Dagger. He prayed nothing compared to what he had done. He read on about himself.

Name: James Howlett

Born: 1892, Alberta Canada

Codename: Wolverine

Access Number: 458 25 243

Occupation: (current) Adventurer, member of the X-Men, (possible former) Samurai, (former) CIA operative, member of Canada's Weapon X program, leader of Alpha Flight, bartender on Madripoor

Other Aliases: Weapon X, Patch, Logan

Marital Status: Single

Known Relatives: John Howlett (father, deceased), Elizabeth Howlett (mother, deceased)(see page 16)

Base of Operations: (current) Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, (former) the Clan Yashida compound in Japan, Department H in Canada. (see page 21)

Group Affiliation: (current) X-Men, (former) Clan Yashida (see page 12), the Weapon X Program, Assassin/soldier for Col. William Stryker (see page 25), Alpha Flight

"Wow, they've been keepin' tabs on me for awhile now. Japan? ……..1892? That would make me like…..100-something! Aww no. That can't be right. No, it's …… 113! Damn. What else is here?" he mumbled to himself while flipping through the other papers in his file.

"Logan? LOGAN! COME IN!" the radio roared. Logan jumped a little the loud abrupt sound.

"What? Stop screamin' through the radio. What is it?"

"Logan, there's a bomb! We have to get out of here now! There's a bomb!"

"Wait, bomb? What are you talking about? Where?"

"Just get out! Now!"

"Wait, I found some-"

"No, Logan! Leave it!"

"But-"

Jean came on the radio, "LOGAN! GET OUT NOW! DAGGER PLANTED A BOMB HERE! GET OUT!"

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