Donald Pierce was fixing a busted screw in his arm, silently cursing the protect that had rather…gone unexpected and caused him to have the metal extended up to his shoulder. It was a normal day at the 'office' you could say…however everyone was on edge all the same. Waiting expectantly. Perhaps nervously.

Donald himself wasn't nervous in the least. Not one bit. In fact he was rather angst in anticipation of the arrival of their expected visitor.

He finished fixing the screw and tested his arm, glancing up as he heard a commotion outside.

Not enough to be their guest, surely…

He got up to look, pulling back the blind and whistling quietly between his teeth.

Speak of the devil.

He pulled on his jacket and went outside.

Logan stood outside the perimeter fence of the Weapon X facility, leaning against a tree, seemingly unconcerned with the armed men watching him, inching closer to the fence nervously, cautiously.

He watched them from the corner of his eye, occasionally popping a claw and polishing it with a cloth, halting most men in their tracks and causing them to exchange uneasy glances.

It was far from the arrival they had expected and it set them on edge.

"What do you suggest we do?" someone asked Donald quietly, who was watching Logan and very aware of what the Wolverine wanted. Or, the possibilities of what he wanted…

"He's playing with you. Just ignore him—or pretend to. Keep an eye on him but don't make it obvious at all." Donald cast Logan's figure a final glance before heading back inside.

Logan was biding his time…messing with them. Like a cat with a mouse.

Donald was trying very hard not to feel like the mouse.

However as night fell the men reported that the Wolverine was still out there, sitting underneath the tree now seemingly dozing.

Donald had to rebuke them sharply for being all jittery.

"He hasn't done anything yet…that's what worries me. He's planning something."

"Of course he's planning something. We bloody sent X-25 to track down Project Grey. He knows what we did to her, he's hoping to wipe us all out." Donald crossed his arms, standing inside the watching Logan through the blinds.

"What should we do?"

Donald was silent. He hadn't planned for this at all and he had a feeling no matter what they did it would be playing into Logan's hands. He stood at the window for a good ten minutes thinking before he pulled away. "I want twenty men armed and ready. I'm going to speak to him."

"He'll slaughter us all!"

"No he won't. I'm going to offer him a deal." Donald smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the faint light.

…

"Logan." Donald halted in front of the fence, gesturing for his men to stay a few paces back. "I've come to bargain with you."

The Wolverine lifted his head, eyes narrowed before he stood up, taking his good time to drift over. "What makes you think I'm gonna waste my time listening to you when I could already be through that fence and have all your men down."

"Because, you haven't done it yet." Donald folded his arms behind his back. "And we both know why."

"You know nothing."

"Oh, but I do. You see, X-25 came back with some interesting news after finding your hideout. Ah, you know what I mean. Good. And so because you don't want any harm coming to the said subject…you haven't killed anyone yet. And you won't, because even though you came back from the dead, you're not…how do I put this? The same shining Wolverine we all know and love." Donald was silent for a moment. "You know this, don't you? That it's still poisoning you. That you're still weak. So, I am here to offer you a deal. We can fix this, make you the way you were…"

"You aren't getting my family." Logan growled instantly.

"You didn't let me finish." Donald gave a curt smile. "All we are asking for is a little cooperation. Some help…and in exchange, we'll help you in return. And let you go."

There was a long silence in which Donald patiently waited. His plan was fool-proof, in his mind. That Logan would take the bait because he was so desperate, having no idea what would really happen.

And Logan took up that silence to let Donald think that…because Pierce had no idea that the Wolverine had a plan of his own.

"Deal."