Author's Note - I hate writing combat, it's my least favorite thing to do, fun to watch and to act out but writing it is a pain. That being said I hope there's enough action in this chapter for you action junkies. That's what has been holding me back from posting at my usual rate this week, hopefully I'll be back and I can wrap this one up soon, not that I want to, I really like this story.

*This is your Deadpool dialogue alert, the key is as follows: Deadpool, personality1, personality2, this has been your Deadpool dialogue alert.*

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So without further adieu I give you chapter 11

The three mutants made their way through the light tree cover to the high walls of the compound. The 9 foot high solid concrete wall was topped with another three feet of steel rebar surrounded by razor wire. There were some of the Colonel's soldiers with M-16's walking along the wall. The three men looked between one another; it looked as if there were only three or four soldiers, wouldn't take much to take them out, human, nothing special.

"Vicky, you take the guns away from the little boys and Logan and me will find a way in."

Creed grinned, not even a sneer at the nickname, he stalked off and soon screams were heard and cut off. Deadpool looked at Logan, they both chuckled; same old Victor. Wade and Wolverine went at the fence scaling it. They both sliced holes in the razor wire before joining Victor along the south side of the wall.

Creed and Wolverine sniffed air and looked at Wade, something wasn't right. There weren't any more of Stryker's soldiers. "Somethin' isn't right, Wilson, smells off," Logan told him. Creed confirmed with a nod.

Deadpool looked at the empty yard; there should have been at least ten on patrol. Tightening his grip on the swords, "There's gonna be a fight boys."

"Well it's about time; eleven chapters in and only a mention of violence!"

The three mutants stepped forward toward the living quarters when several spotlights came on flooding the dirt training field with bright and artificial light. Then the sounds of several automatic guns cocking were heard. Finally the Colonel emerged from the line of soldiers clapping.

"Well done, boys, well done. How is our darling Andromeda fairing," he smiled wickedly.

Creed and Logan growled hunching down ready to strike. Wade laughed a bit but kept a tight grip on his swords, "You should know, you doped her; now be a good little fake solider and give me the second part of the stuff so she'll be ok."

Stryker shook his head, "Not when I have this good of a bargaining chip. In another 12 hours she'll be gone unless you do what I say."

Wade stowed his blades, "Think you have everything figured out. Knowing that we'd come, that's a given, even that we'd pick up Sabreface here. It's pretty predictable. I mean I love the girl, I'm pretty sure Creed over here is in love with my girl and well Logan's got some sort of brotherly attachment to her. We aren't gonna let her die without a fight."

"He got noble quick."

"Always does when it involves her."

"That's very noble Wade," Stryker began, "But nobility I'm afraid is overrated," He turned to leave and the soldiers took aim.

"Oh! There's one more thing you probably forgot to mention your lackeys. And pay attention boys, you will be graded on this, us three, Sabretooth, Wolverine and myself, Deadpool the best ever," he paused and posed for a moment.

"He's seeing the sign again isn't he?"

"Yep…"

"Well due to a remarkable healing factor, we can't die. So shoot away boys, you'll just be wasting bullets." The troopers lowered their weapons and looked at each other. "If you don't believe the crazy guy in black and red tights, it's your life," he grinned through his mask hands resting on his guns ready to shoot.

"What are you waiting for Wilson," Wolverine growled, "An invitation?"

"No, just a slip up; now keep your claws out and wait for the inevitable," he half whispered.

"What are you waiting for shoot them," the Colonel bellowed and the troops opened fire.

Creed attacked the left flank, Logan the right and Wilson the middle. It almost wasn't unfair. Those poor unsuspecting, gun-toting, order following idiots were just doing as they were told and now were getting torn to pieces all because Stryker had a hard on for a telepath. The dirt soaked up the blood both human and mutant and Victor and Logan ran through man after man. Wade took shot after shot only disarming, but confusing most of them by saying 'bang' as he was shooting. The whole fight lasted maybe ten minutes and a few of the soldiers got in some good hits to all three of them to the chest, legs and torso but all three were already healing.

Wade ran after Stryker grabbing the older man by the collar and dragging him back outside, "Do you know what your first mistake was? Think about two ahead of what you're thinking now and you might be on the right track. It was picking at scar tissue. I can tell you from experience Colonel that never does any good, just creates more." Deadpool threw the Texan up against the wall, "You see all this," he pointed to the pile of bodies behind him and then removed his mask pointing to his face, "This, you helped created all this for what? Tell me why I don't end you right now?" He aimed a gun at Stryker's head.

"I can save Andy," his voice shaking as he placed his hands up to defend himself almost to say he surrendered.

"I'm listening, but only for 30 seconds."

"One, two, three…"

Stryker slowly and shakily reached into his coat pocket pulling out two vials of light blue liquid, showing them to Wade. "One of these will wake her up."

"Which one Strykeout, my patience has run away with my sanity."

"You had sanity?"

"It's a process, take me to her and I'll help her."

Wade picked him up off the ground, "If you're lying and she dies, I throw you in a room with Creed for five minutes. Move!"

The four of them took the helicopter back to the manor. Charles and Hank met them in the hangar bay. The blonde's condition hadn't changed since they left. Hank took the Colonel to the lab to make the second part of the formula. Logan tagged along just to be intimidating.

Wade and Victor went to Andy's room to check on her. She was still sleeping fitfully, not much had changed since he left her. Victor stood at the doorway as Wilson took his perch by her bedside. The ticking seconds seemed to echo louder with each minute they waited. Wade just sat, never taking his eyes off of her, his merc training kicking in. The animal in Creed was antsy, he kept moving; pacing inside her room, then outside her room.

"He's making me nervous."

"Hey Victor," Wade called eyes still on the sleeping blonde and the huge mutant entered the room, "Thanks for your help."

"That sounded sincere, I'm impressed."

"Didn't do it for you," Creed mumbled, averting his eyes from the girl as a wave of pain hit her.

"Shh," Wade whispered to her, "I know, but needed to be said."

Hank came in with a syringe, "We have it," he told Wade moving him out of the way. He took Andy's arm giving her the dose. "From what the Colonel told me it shouldn't be long." McCoy put a hand on Deadpool's shoulder, slightly reassuring him before leaving.

Wade returned to her bedside, her breathing had evened out. "Hey Creed, come on, sit." Victor took a seat at the foot of Andromeda's bed. For the first time Wade took his eyes off the blonde and cast them to his former team mate, "Why her?"

Creed looked up from the girl and right at the mercenary almost shocked at the question. He never thought he would have to answer it, especially not from Wade. His black eyes looked back at Andy lingering for a moment then turned back to Wade, "She was never afraid of me, even when I gave her plenty of reasons. I was intrigued."

Wade chuckled a bit, "Aren't we all."

"Are you girls gonna French braid each other's hair now?"

"I hear pillow fights are all the rage with mercenaries in France."

"I'm not sorry," Creed got defensive.

"Easy Vicky, I was just askin. But you're wrong, ya know. She was afraid of you, she just didn't show it," Deadpool looked at Creed, "Stiff upper lip and all," he put on an affected British accent.

"Is that supposed to be me," Andy asked in a weak voice as she tried to sit up. Wade pulled her into him holding the blonde's face in his hands. "What happened?"