Author's voice: Yay! Chapter 60! Thanks for the reviews and support! Would no have made it this far without you dear readers! Pls continue and I'll update as fast as I can :) Enjoy...
"Ok...3 2 1 Action!" Logan signaled. Greer rolled her eyes and as the van stopped, she started snarling and kicking with all her might. "What kind of mutant you got there...Sounds vicious..." the guard at the entrance asked. "Heh...A real animal...Now can we hurry up? Trust me, you DO Not want this thing busting out..." Logan demanded. To prove his point, Greer threw herself against the van and roared. "Oo...Ok... Go!". Greer fell sideways in mid leap as the van made a sharp right turn. "Nice work Tigger..." Logan called. Greer rubbed her sore head. "I hate you people..."
Greer got into a crouching position. She watched in anticipation as the van door slid open. With a roar, she leaped out and grabbed the first solider in the face, using him as a lever to kick the second solider. " OH MY GOD, THIS ONE IS BERSEK! GET IT!" Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kurt Jonathan and Logan disappear among the sea of MRD soldiers. "Wonderful...Buy them enough distraction time... That's easy! I'd be surprise if I don't get back with half of my face blown off..." Greer just as a sea of bullets missed her face by inches.
"Ok...Ok..." Greer thought as she clumsily avoided the soldiers by running on top of their heads and shoulders. "OOff..." she grunted as she toppled off the last soldier. On all fours she ran for her life. Skidding to a halt as more bullets were fired around her she ducked into a nearby elevator and breathed a sigh of relief as the doors "Dinged" shut. "Click." She turned and was greeted by numerous gun muzzles all aimed at her face. She smiled. "Going down?" she asked the soldiers.
The doors dinged open and Greer strolled out, licking and dusting blood off her uniform. She stopped. Her ears perked up. Something was off. Looking around, she sniffed the air. Her eyes went wide. "NOW!" out of nowhere, numerous steel rings attached to rods held by numerous soldiers clamped around her thin neck. "Urkk" she chocked as the clamps tightened with her every movement. "Gotcha..."
Greer snarled as the leader made himself visible. He was bald with thick black eyebrows and a Hitler mustache. Three long vertical scars ran across his face. Greer's eyes went wide. The scars were Wolverine's doing.
"What do we have here..." the man asked placing a gloved hand under Greer's face stroking her soft fur. "A feral Colonel Moss... Very dangerous... She took out all my man within a matter of minutes..." one of the soldiers replied. "Hmmm... What's your name?" Colonel Moss asked forcing her mouth open by pulling her lips apart. Greer hissed in reply. "Should we put her down?" the soldier asked the Colonel as Greer struggled against her restraints growling. The Colonel's eyes lit up. "I have a better idea..."