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Jenny: I know. This is the first time I've created any form of sympathy issues for Scott. He did lose his 'fiancé' (she was basically wasn't she?) So.. this is a whole new direction. But I'm sure as you all are aware, this isn't really a Scott fic.. it's more based on Logan. (Read the title all. =P) I have updated updated updated updated updated!

Blix: Hello.. SCOTT SYMPATHY PLEASE! .. Don't kick him. o.o; ..

Joyful: Thank you. (: Here is the update!

Chapter 3

With a screeching roar did the wheels of the motorbike skid across the gravelled entrance before the bike speeded out of the gateway and onto the damp streets. Logan soon got bike he requested once returning after Alkali Lake.. it didn't have the functions of Scott's, but Logan was happy enough to have a decent vehicle. And so, with the morning rays dazzling across the puddled roads of Westchester and the bitter sharp wind did Wolverine travel. His hands gripped tightly at the handles, pressing his speed higher as he roared his bike across the winding roads in-between mountainous clumps of emerald forests.

His anger still seethed from his earlier outburst, and he pulsed every shred of rage into the grip on his throttle, allowing him to drive faster. The wind whipped madly through his thick mane of hair, eyes watering by the growing speed. But he didn't care. He was becoming numb to the frosty cold of the morning, he wish it would numb his thoughts too. As he directed his bike across the many rain-filled crevices, he never noticed the overhead helicopter whirring by at a high speed towards the building he had left a good fifteen minutes ago.

A rippling puddle was left in the wake of a large black vehicle which rocketed down the narrow lane. The habitants within were not distinguishable to those of the outside world. For blacked out windows prevented views. The car gleamed as it travelled, pristine and polished by its owner.

Inside, in the back sat two darkly clothed humans. A uniformed chauffeur took the front seat, stance rigid and face impassive as he heard the conversation behind him.

"Lorna, contact Sergeant Miles. Ask him how close is Unit G5-10 at the moment." Came a low voice from the male on the left.

The female beside him nodded, "Yes, Drayson." She lifted an earphone and within a few seconds she spoke into the mouthpiece, "Sergeant Miles?" A mild pause, "How far are you from the destination? .. Very well.. Yes we are just behind.. Do you have the coordinates for Biology Classroom 3?" Another pause, "Yes, those are correct. Good luck."

Lorna gently tugged the earpiece free and glanced to Drayson, "Be there within twenty minutes."

"Good." Said Drayson quietly, leaning back on the shining leather seats of cream. He idly watched the surroundings pass by. His eyelids didn't even flutter as a motorbike roared past on the opposite side of the road..

All of a sudden, the earphone beeped and Lorna quickly placed loudspeak on the small speaker, "Sergeant Miles?"

"Drayson, Mitchell, the target is heading away from the mansion. We have matched the description to a passing vehicle rider."

"What?" Cried Drayson, leaning to the speaker in a rage, "Where is he?!"

"On a motorbike, type undistinguishable. Rider has just passed your car, Drayson."

"WHAT?" Repeated Drayson, spinning in his seat to peer at a black dot roaring down into the distance.

Lorna made a gasp, her too watching out of the back window.

"PHILIP! FOLLOW HIM!"

The chauffeur silently obliged and the car abruptly spun across the wet roads with a screeching squeal of tyres before it roared down across the tarmac in hunt of the Wolverine.

Oblivious to the happenings, Logan continued to drive, his speed now at a consistency, but it was still dangerously high. As he watched the road ahead, his face consorted to a mild frown as his ears picked up the roaring engine of a vehicle behind him. He dared a glance over his shoulder, and gasped at the oncoming car behind him. It's speed was tremendous.. it was going to hit him!

Inside the car, Drayson was yelling commands madly to Philip the chauffeur, "Get him! Ram him down! Don't let him get away! Go on! Knock him down!" And indeed Philip did his wishes, out of fear rather than hatred for mutants. For Drayson had power.

Logan twisted the throttle higher and desperately tried to steer himself free. Frantically, his sweating palms slipping. Then, the chase was over. For the bonnet of the black car slammed against the back wheel of the motorbike.. and with a hearty scream the Wolverine was catapulted forward off the bike, body being thrown madly before he landed upon the glass of the windscreen which cracked under his incredible weight. A awful sound joined as his beloved bike was driven under the moving car.. Logan's eyes widened as he stared ahead at the oncoming road he was forced against when the car braked.. and the Wolverine was thrown off. Limbs mad desperate grabs, before he saw the road coming closer, and he smacked against it with a sickening thud..

With a low groan Logan pushed himself upwards off the wet tarmac of the road. He glanced up, watching as a black shadow flew overhead and began to quickly circle his spot. Logan suddenly realised what had just happened and he leapt abruptly to his feet. He glared at the car behind him with a growl. A back door opened as Drayson exited.

Logan growled quietly at their presence, digits flexing before he tightened his fists, "You son of a bitch." He snarled, "What the hell were you tryin' to do?"

Drayson coldly watched him, stance calm, "To stop you."

"What?" A rumble from his chest as he spoke, stance lowering to ready for possible conflict..

"Wolverine.. Are you going to come quietly? Or do I have to use force?" Said Drayson with a smirk.

A low growl came again, before tightly held fists unleashed claws with a shrill hiss.

"No? Very well.." Chuckled Drayson, glancing upwards to where the helicopter lowered. Gun wielding humans leapt out and landed beside Logan. Logan's eyes narrowed slowly, glancing to Drayson then to the soldiers.

A smirk then graced the stubbly jaw of the Wolverine before a fresh roar shuddered the air as claws thrust to one of the guards beside him. But then.. under the watchful eyes of Drayson.. the guns opened fire..

Thanks, please review.. though I am somewhat disappointed with this chapter. not one of my best.. what do you guys think?