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A test. She must be another test. X-22 had just returned from training when he entered his enclosure and noticed the scent.

The holograms had been left on and he scaled a nearby tree easily enough until he reached the canopy above his den. From his vantage point, he was able to contemplate the sudden appearance of the feral mutant he had encountered on his previous mission.

Was the entire mission staged? Has this all been one long test? Why would they put her in my enclosure? Although he noticed that they had raised a separation and had bisected his enclosure. Best to remain out of sight for now and do reconnisance. I cant reach her now anyway.

He had noticed that no entrance to the enclosure was open. It appeared he was supposed to watch her for now and watch her he will. Using his "predator sense" he was able to detect her strengths and weaknesses, like a red flare over certain parts of her furred body. Superior reflexes and strength. Her claws are her primary weapon but she will depend on them in battle instead of using her full faculties. She's is capable of – no that cannot be right. How could she have a predator sense? No, not a predator sense, something more…feral than that. Cruder. Ill catalog that for later assessment. As always, he was able to clearly see the haze surrounding her weakest points, be them the tendons at her knees, the spot behind her head where the skull was weakest, Everything I see is a target and she will be no different. He settled in for the rest of the night on the high branch and waited.

At this point the sun had begun to rise and he sank into a deep stretch, his back arching forwards and then back as his broad shoulders worked out the kinks of spending the night tensed in the canopy. It was time to begin a new day of training. He wondered if she would be involved somehow. It doesn't matter. Keep my distance and remain unseen. If she proves to be a threat, I will neutralize her.

A sudden burst of movements and smells around the enclosure told him that a familiar training exercise would be employed this morning. I wonder if he's learned any new strategies since the last time I killed him? X-22 began moving silently through the shadows of the canopy and began the process of stalking his first kill of the morning.

Greer's head snapped up as she heard the unmistakable hiss of a door opening. Poking her head out of the enclosure, she was assaulted by the mass of smells and sounds now vying for her attention. She took another step and was lucky her tail sensed the impending danger as the door closed quickly behind her. Alright fine, I was bored with that room anyway. Time to get out of here. Greer began picking her way through the jungle, wary for any impending dangers. I know I am not alone in here. Suddenly, Greer tensed as the brush to her left began shaking, an unknown assailant making its way towards her. Baring her teeth and emitting a low growl, Greer prepared for whatever emerged – except for someone she knew.

When he first stumbled out of the brush, she did not immediately recognize him. It had been so long since she had last seen him. His once boyish features were haggard and covered by a scraggly orange beard. His hair was long, knotted and matted. He was bare-chested and his pants seemed no more than rags. He was without shoes. But he was not harmless. Two knives were in each hand and a crazed look of paranoia and fear gripped him.

"Jamie?" Greer could hardly believe her eyes as she dropped out of her aggressive stance, "Jamie I thought you were in college in Boston? What are you doing here?"

Jamie did not respond. He just kept staring at Greer as if he didn't recognize her. He must be traumatized by whatever Weapon-X has been doing to him. "Jamie it's alright. We are gonna get out of here together. Just tell me what happened." Greer took a small step towards Jamie.

"Not today. Not today. Not again. Not today." Jamie begun muttering to himself, slowly raising his voice until he locked eyes with a now very concerned Greer. "Not again! Not today!" Yelling it now Greer barely dived out of the way as Jamie covered the distance between them at an accelerated rate. Jamie doesn't have super-speed! But apparently he did, as Jamie lunged at her with his knives again and again.

"Jamie! Jamie please stop! It's me! It's Greer!" But Jamie either didn't hear Greer or didn't care. Not wanting to her hurt her friend, Greer tumbled under another wild attack and ran into the jungle. Hoping to put some distance between herself and the crazy-eyed Jamie, Greer almost ran into another outstretched blade and could feel a couple hairs on her back nicked off as she barely was able to slide under the blade. Whipping around she saw Jamie…and another Jamie. Both with the same crazed look and that look targeted at her.

"Not again. Not today." They continued to mutter.

"Alright guys, no problem. I'm just gonna go that way." And Greer again dove into the jungle. However, it did not take long for Greer to realize that the multiple Jamie's, with their enhanced speed and numbers, were slowly tightening a circle around her. Exhausted, cut and bleeding from multiple close calls with the knife wielding Jamie's, Greer soon found herself surrounded.

"Jamie! Multiple! Snap out of it! They're controlling you! I don't want to hurt you!" Greer was almost crying in desperation as she yelled at the multiple Jamie's slowly encircling her. But the far-away look in their eyes told her that nothing was getting through. I am so sorry Jamie. And with that, Greer unsheathed her claws and sliced into one of her oldest friends and began fighting for her life.

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