The helicopter was still approaching. It would be at the crash site in mere minutes.
It looked like a giant lizard shaped to be a man. That was the only way Wolverine could describe it. The way the skin felt, the patterns on it, all looked reptilian. Some kind of netting covered its chest, but it was sliced to ribbons thanks to Wolverine. A utility belt was strapped to the waist. Strange weapons and devices were hung there.
Wolverine noticed something attatched to the monsters wrist. He poked at it and a panel snapped open. He snapped it back shut. It probably wasn't smart to tinker with alien technology. He didn't want to do anything stupid.
The mask was still attatched to its face. "Peek-a-boo." Wolverine muttered. He wrapped his fingers around the edges of the mask and gave it a tug. It didn't budge. Not even a little. Was the damn thing super-glued or something? At closer inspection Wolverine noticed some tubing coming out of the edges of the mask. Disregarding the fact that he probably shouldn't tinker with alien technology, Wolverine slid one claw out of his left fist and sliced the tubing. Gas hissed out of it. He managed to pry the mask loose. The face beneath looked like something out of a nightmare.
Covering its head were long black dreadlocks, if you could call them that. They seemed to be tied together with golden rings. An elongated forehead sloped down to two sunken yellow eyes, which were staring into nothing. It had no visible nose. It's mouth was the strangest part of it. Four mandibles hung limp around a oval-shaped mouth.
The alien looked strong. The sucker was made of pure muscle, it seemed like. Built to kill, like Wolverine. Wolverine stood up, the mask still in his hands. He looked down at the mask, wondering what it could be for. Was it built for intimidation, for life-support, or both? What were these aliens where for? What happened to their ship?
He had a lot of questions. Before he could ponder any longer, a twig snapped behind him. Wolverine dropped the mask, turned around, and - SNIKT! - popped his claws.
"Whoa! Holy shit!" It was a man. He looked disheveled and confused. He was pudgy, fat even. His clothes were torn and tattered. Scratches covered his face, as if something had grabbed him there.
"Who the hell are you?" Wolverine demanded. He stepped forward.
"Drake, Drake! Christ, what's going on?" He stumbled about and rubbed his chest. "I need some Tums." Drake glanced up. "Is that a helicopter?"
Wolverine remembered smelling four campers in the woods just a few hours ago. This must have been one of them.
The black chopper was descending. It hovered about fifteen feet above ground and four men holding onto jump cables slid to the ground. Three of them were armed to the teeth. The fourth stood a full head and shoulders above the rest. He had no guns, no knives. Sabretooth disconnected from his cable and grinned at Wolverine.
"Fancy meetin you here, friend."