Somewhere in Illinois. Night. Logan picked up speed, as did the others. There were no cars on the highway, nothing. His nose twitched. He could smell something. He didn’t recognize the scent at first, but then he looked up. Three Helicopters came out of nowhere, armored men rappelling down from them. The van ahead swerved as one fired a missile into the road, plowing into Jame’s truck. They post skidded to a stop. Logan got off his bike and shed his leather jacket, under which he wore his X-Men uniform. He pulled his cowl up and over his head and popped his claws. Figures leapt from a Helicopter above. Both wearing black skin tight uniforms. The first was a humanoid, but had a beast-like face with pointed ears and long pale green hair. His hands had claws on them. The second wore red sunglasses, and just before he landed, his body transformed into water so he didn’t injure himself. The last was a black armor clad soldier. Unlike the others, his goggles were red. He pulled them down. John Wraith smiled. Logan had once known Wraith as a ruthless Sergant at Weapon X, always going out of his way to torture Logan on missions. His face had one new addition. A long claw scar. Logan had slashed his face in his escape from the facility. Logan, he said. Meet the new Weapon X Force. Or half of them at least. Gas canisters dropped from the sky. Nighty night, Wraith said. Something dropped from the air amid the canisters. A young woman, claws flashing. They were very much like Logan’s except there were only two metal blades. Logan blinked as she met his eyes. Those were his eyes. His eyes, staring back at him. She roared and leapt forward, slashing. The gas began to take effect, slowing Logan down. He blocked her swipes, and fell to his knees. He was blacking out. Logan, Wraith said, meet X-23. Logan roared and heaved himself up, going for Wraith. He never got there. Instead, he passed out, and everything went black.
