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Based Sabertooth off of Ultimate X-Men universe. Wikipedia for a complete picture. Thanks for everyone checking out the story. Be sure to leave reviews! Also, special thanks to BelleDayNight for the reviews and for setting me straight on proper narration. Been editing the chapters and hopefully you all have an easier time following. Keep up with the reviews and the follows!
"Put Weapon X in his cell and go back to your enclosure. Your failures will be dealt with shortly." In his army fatigues and tan boots, desert eagle strapped to his side, and graying close cropped hair, Admiral Stryker didn't look up from the digital map he was standing over, fists resting on the table.
"Admiral I accomplished the mission. There was no fai-" ***SLAP***
A sharp back hand by the Admiral, "YOU WERE SEEN! YOU STRAYED FROM THE MISSION! YOU ENGAGED THE ENEMY AND TO COMPOUND THAT YOU WERE BEATEN! If I had o't stepped in you would have been taken and killed by those murdering mutants and I would have lost six years of work and hardware. No Weapon 22, you have failed."
Despite standing only at chest level, Weapon 22 attempted to bow his head below that of his Alpha and avoided eye contact. Seemingly pleased by the act of submission, Admiral Stryker returned to the map and straightened his uniform, "Now. Place Weapon X in his cell and return to your enclosure. The Captain will be joining you shortly to…debrief you."
Lowering his head even further, Weapon 22 slung Wolverine back over his shoulder and quickly exited the room. Placing Wolverine in his cell, he made sure the mitts were still in place and locked the door. At this point well practiced, Weapon 22 did his best to keep his eyes diverted from any soldiers, lest he gain their attention and abuse. When it came to the chain of command, even a Private was deemed more important than the weapon he kept holstered at his side. Remaining silent and keeping to the shadows, Weapon 22 exited the main base and embraced the cold chill of the night air. Walking towards the edge of the compound, he entered the quite of his enclosure.
The "enclosure" could more accurately be described as a man-made jungle. Dense vegetation filled the warehouse that sat on the outer part of the army compound. While it was snowing and bitterly cold outside, inside the warehouse it was like stepping into the Amazon. Within the "jungle" stood a clear box, measuring roughly thirty by thirty and having a ceiling of fifteen feet. For intents and purposes, a bulletproof, shatter proof cage. Not that Weapon 22 knew any different. While normally entering his enclosure brought a sense of peace, no longer surrounded by soldiers who detested his very existence, he knew what a debrief from the Captain would entail and that attempting to avoid it would only make it worse. Entering the clear cell, Weapon 22 fell to his knees, head bowed, and awaited the arrival of the Captain.
Hours passed. Perhaps the Admiral reviewed my mission and changed his mind. Perhaps...Suddenly, the foliage blurred and disappeared, all a clever tactile hologram, leaving the clear cell standing in the empty space of the huge warehouse.
Weapon 22 could hear the claws as they were dragged across the steel. Making his way from the far end of the warehouse, a wicked smile plastered on his face, the Captain approached like only a predator knows. Slowly raising his eyes, Weapon 22 took in the Captain, as well as immediate superior and trainer. He was truly massive, with muscle packed on top of muscle, slightly shorter than Weapon 22 but more compact. He wore a tight, white, compression tank top, spread thin across his massive chest. Tucked into a pair of green military pants and ending in massive brown combat boots. Cinched around his waist a metal belt with a bowie hunting knife strapped to it. The metal claws were much longer than Weapon 22's, just sharpened that morning. Leather straps wrapped around each hand wound their way and covered his biceps. His dirty blond hair was long and fell beyond his shoulders. His eyes were red, almost mad looking. But nothing outdid those teeth. His entire mouth was filled with metal covered razor sharp teeth, more canines than should be possible. And that mouth was now twisted in a familiar smile.
"Captain I—"
"Tsk tsk, no soldiers around now. You know to call me Sabertooth when we don't have to pretend to be civil for the dainty homo sapiens. Admiral says you disobeyed your orders. Didn't complete the objective in the mission window. Said you were off by fifteen minutes and worst of all, were almost beaten by two measly mutants. I'm disappointed in you. I thought I trained you better." Sabertooth was clearly enjoying what he knew was coming next.
"There was an unaccounted for target. A feral mutant I was not prepped for. I was barely maintaining my advantage but the Admir—"Weapon 22 never got to finish the sentence. A slash across the face and kick to the stomach was enough to end the conversation. Weapon 22 roared in pain, his eyes flashing a dangerous white glow. Sabertooth just maintained his smile.
"Shhhhhh…see what you made me do? Admiral said that you owe him one hour for each minute you cost him saving your pathetic, worthless life. Course, we don't want you hurting yourself or anyone else." Clicking a button on a controller, the collar fell off Weapon 22, leaving blood dripping from the numerous wounds left behind in his neck. Chains sprang from the floor and attached themselves to the still intact bracers on his wrist.
Standing over him, Sabertooth began the debrief. The Admiral had been certain to make the cell soundproof as well.
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