Updated 3/9/15

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Uggggghhh…my head. Greer decided to keep her eyes closed as she slowly returned to her senses and did her best to not move too much. Moving seemed like a burden at the moment. As she slowly reclaimed control of her body, Greer attempted to piece together the last few hours.

It had not been difficult to convince Jean to sneak into Cerebro and look for Logan. Jean had practically tackled Greer when she finally emerged from the infirmary and Greer was more than happy to tell her what had happened with Logan...and to ask for her help.

After all, Greer wasn't the only one to have feelings for Logan, even if the rumors were true and Jean's weren't as…platonic.

This was for the best, as Greer still didn't feel comfortable betraying Xavier's trust totally and was able to skimp over most of the details beyond saying that an old enemy had abducted Logan and that Greer needed to find him.

In truth, Greer was keeping something from both Jean and the Professor.

'Terminate Weapon 13.' It still resonated in her mind.

'Whoever was speaking referred to me as a...Weapon.' Why? What did that mean? Greer intended to find out.

Jean had been able to narrow Logan's location to a navy yard in upstate New York. Greer had waited for the Mansion to fall asleep and driven to just outside the docks. It wasn't difficult from there to trace Logan's scent to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse near the rear of the yard.

Scaling the outside of the building, the thought occurred to Greer that this had been a little too easy. But being so close to rescuing Logan led her to push caution aside and she used a skylight enter the warehouse.

At this point things were a little fuzzy. She remembered dropping to the ground, hearing the unmistakable click of automatic weapons and bright lights blinding her in combination with what sounded like an air horn going off in her skull. Forced to her knees, she could just see a pair of combat boots enter her vision before feeling a pressure at the back of her neck and then – darkness.

Greer had trouble remembering anything after...she could just remember a haze of voices...the feeling of being restrained...a voice crying out in pain...So much pain...Greer winced and shook her head.

"This isn't helping...Alright Greer, enough feeling bad for yourself. Time to figure out how bad I'm in it." And slowly, Greer opened her eyes and at first was convinced she was still dreaming.

'How did I get in a jungle?'

There was no doubt about it, she had somehow traveled from upstate New York to the Amazon. Getting to her feet Greer suddenly realized that something felt different and looked down at her body.

"WHAT THE FU—GAAAH!" Dropping down to her knees at the sudden shock, Greer took a few minutes to regain her breath. Once the pain had subsided, she was able to get a better grip on her appearance. Much to her horror...

Her leotard, arm-single's and belt, had all been removed. She was wearing what appeared to be nothing but a pair of fur-tight shorts with a hole for her tail and what amounted to a black sport bra.

Feeling violated and very conscious of the amount of fur she was showing, Greer immediately attempted to cover herself, which brought her attention to the other new addition to her wardrobe: Matte-black bracers now covered her wrists and it was these she assumed that had shocked her.

'Alright, whoever these perverts are, I am way past done with them.' Greer fumed before rising to her feet and attempted to get a better bearing of her surroundings.

She felt her claws sank into soft grass and undergrowth. Above her, moonlight filtered through vines and trees. And the sounds…with her enhanced hearing, Greer felt like she should be hearing a thousand different voices vying for her attention. But instead, all she heard was silence.

'Alright, if I really am in the jungle, the only reason it would be this quiet is because everything thinks I'm a predator. Good. Leave me alone jungle and we'll have no problem.' Taking a few steps forward however, Greer got an unpleasant surprise when she walked smack into, "A wall? WHAT IS A – DAMNIT!" Again Greer was shocked through her cuffs but this time was able to at least remain on her feet.

'OK, these cuffs are coming off, but first, how is this possible?' Walking cautiously, Greer was able to pace out some kind of clear box approximately 15 by 15 feet. Seemingly without a door, Greer began to feel anxiety creeping in. Quickly, she redid her pacing to try to convince herself she was wrong... That there had to be a way out... That there was no way she could be in a...

'I am not in a cage, I am not in a cage.' Greer repeated to herself as she felt her pulse quicken dramatically. Greer wasn't prone to many fears, but closed spaces and the feeling of being trapped...of being caged...caged like...an animal...was a fear that Greer had never been unable to overcome... Much to her shame...

Greer backed herself into a corner of the cage, It's NOT a cage, and slowly sank into a sitting position, her tail wrapped around herself and her knees at her chest.

She stayed like that for a few seconds...Trying her best to gather herself. If she really was trapped, she at least needed her mind in some semblance of calm to at least try and think of a way out...and to save Logan...Greer scoffed and rolled her eyes at herself.

'Yeah... great job Greer, if you were supposed to save Logan...who is supposed to be saving your furry ass?' Greer grabbed her hair, berating herself for being so careless...and stupid and...Greer froze. She suddenly had the definite feeling that she was being watched.

A slight movement in the canopy above her. A change in the shadows to her right. Even with her ability to see at night, try as she might Greer couldn't spot her stalker.

"Who's there?" she called out. Her muscles tensed should she have to fight...or run for her life. But Greer waited and the only response was silence...

"I know you're there... Come out!" she tried again but there was nothing...Nothing at all...Greer relaxed and rested her back against the glass wall.

Maybe a figment of her panicked imagination...But she couldn't ignore how the fur on the back of her neck was continued to bristle. Logan had always stressed the importance of Greer trusting her instincts...and her instincts told her she was not alone.

'At least im in a ca – safe for now.' Gripping her knees tighter, Greer concluded to at least attempt to get some rest, even as she could have sworn she saw the gleam of amber in the jungle night.