Note: Yay! Chapter two! Brandi's powers are not yet revealed but they will be hopefully in the next chapter. Please enjoy this for now.


To Brandi it seemed like forever but in reality it had taken Stryker only five minutes to arrive. He carried such a powerful air about him considering that all seven of the mutants he was boss of could've killed him easily. It made the Aussie sick.

"Brandi, I'd like to speak to you up in your new room," Stryker ordered and stalked up stairs.

"Whatever, mate," Brandi hissed and followed. Maybe she'd relieve these mutants of doing whatever Stryker ordered them to do. She could do it real easily several different ways.

The light in the room was turned on now and it looked fairly nice. It had a bed, a dresser, a mirror, and a couch. Brandi though it was weird that her 'new bedroom' would have a couch.

"Shut the door," Stryker said and sat on the couch.

Brandi complied and leaned up against the door. Her blue streaked black hair fell in her face as she lowered her head, waiting for Stryker to say or do something.

"Do you know why you're here?" Stryker asked.

"You know, mate, I've been wondering that myself," Brandi lifted her head and stared the gray haired man right in the eye. "I should actually be in the Outback, driving big cheeky bulls to Darwin."

"I've got a better job for you," Stryker smirked and leaned forward.

"Oh, yeah?" Brandi walked towards him, her claws ready to strike. "What if I refuse?"

Downstairs, Logan was sitting on the couch while Wade and Chris went over the last mission they did. It was quiet until there was a violent shouting upstairs. Everyone turned their heads but no one could make out what was being yelled. Logan and Victor heard every word, but they had no idea what language Brandi was speaking. They heard Stryker mumble something to her, then she replied with a few words that would make a sailor blush, and then it was quiet.

"I'll be seeing you all soon," Stryker said as he walked down the stairs and out the door.

Brandi was at the top of the stairs, her fist clenched into balls, blood running down her fingers from her claws digging into her flesh. There was a small tear drop in the corner of each eye and she looked just about ready to murder someone. No one dared to approach her as she stalked back to her room.

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It was around nine later that night when Logan was the bravest and went up to Brandi's room. The light was on but her door was shut. It was quiet, too quiet. At first he wondered if she snuck out the window and disappeared. A quiet shuffling in the room beat down that thought.

"I know you're standing outside my door, mate," Brandi said.

"Can I come in?" Logan asked.

"Yeah," came the quiet reply in the form of a sigh.

Logan twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Brandi was sitting on her bed, a few pictures spread out in front of her. She quickly gathered them up and stuffed them back into her wallet.

"Have a rough meeting with Stryker?" Logan sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You could say that," Brandi sighed and looked out her window at the water glittering in the moonlight.

"So, are you joining our team?" Logan raised an eyebrow.

Brandi nodded and turned her attention back to the feral sitting on her bed.

"You're the only girl on this whole team," Logan smirked. "You're gonna have to watch out. Wade seems to have a way with women."

"If he even tries anything that little blighter will be dead by morning," Brandi said. And she was dead serious.

Logan was silent for a few moments. Maybe Victor wasn't the only one who might kill Wade.

"What kind of feral are you?" Logan asked, changing the subject.

"Not quite sure if I'm a feral or not," Brandi shrugged her shoulders. "I've my father was half kangaroo and half Tasmanian devil. So I guess I've got those two in me."

"Well, now that's a feral I've never heard of," Logan chuckled. "I'm a wolverine. And Victor's a saber-tooth."

"That explains why he smells like a cat," Brandi nodded her head.

Logan could see that the Aussie was cheering up. But when he looked into her storm blue eyes, he could see hurt and anger. If only he knew what she was feeling and thinking right now.


Note: Please R&R! Oh, and, in one of the later chapters I'll tell you what language is Brandi's second tongue.