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 This is my Nine to Five., Tag: Wolverine
Maria Callasantos
 Posted: Mar 20 2018, 09:48 AM
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New York City. Epicenter of the arts. Dining and shopping capital. Trendsetter. New York City wears many crowns, and spreads an irresistible feast for all. It was your typical Thursday morning in New York City. Traffic bombarded the streets, and people hustled to and fro, each eager to reach their own personal destination. Voices of over a million people echoed through the air. It was as if the entire city was a living breathing organism, the people it’s heartbeat. Besides the architectural delights, New York is an urban jungle, home to numerous museums, parks, trendy neighborhoods and shopping streets. And most of the people that call the city home would also say that it was greatest city on Earth.

One person however, didn’t agree.

Maria stood on the roof of a building that overlooked a business office on Second Avenue, a bored expression on her face, looking out across the street, watching the fifth office on the eight floor, her amber, cat-like eyes having no problem with the distance, her hand casually gripping a 50-cal M82 Barrett sniper rifle.

As she sat there, obscured from view by an air conditioning duct, a lamp post and the shadows cast by the higher, taller buildings, she watched as people walked to and fro below her, Maria hating each and every one of them. Humans going about their business, so confidant in their acceptance. If only she would have been allowed to join them. But she wasn’t that lucky. She didn’t win the genetic lottery. And just because of a stupid little gene she was marked for life. Freak. Monster. Defective. Other.

It made her seriously think about taking that 50 cal and blowing her brains out. But she didn’t. Why? Because other freaks needed her.

The Morlocks needed the money she made. One of the kids, Artie, needed an operation, and the money from this job would be able to cover the medical costs.

So she had to keep breathing, keep moving, keep fighting. Despite everything else.

“ETA?” Maria said into her head set.

“Fifteen minutes. I’m tracking him. He’s in a cab.” a deadpan voice replied. Norman “Mouse” Jenkins. A former Morlock and powerful techno-path, Maria had known Mouse for years. Both had known each other since their Morlock days, and ever since Maria had become a mercenary for hire, the two worked together so often that he and his fraternal twin brother, Lenard ‘Pulse’ Jenkins, who had the power to generate electromagnetic pulses, lived with her. Pulse was on standby, keeping a low profile, while Maria and Mouse took point, Mouse tracking the target, Maria ready to take him out from the roof with her trusty 50 cal.

She’d been hired by an unknown client that apparently wanted to take out the competition. The target was some guy named Olubunmi Botha. He was a UN representative from the country of Wakanda. Apparently he was meeting with some business man in hopes of making some kind of trade deal, and he was carrying some files. He was supposed to meet with the business man, a Ted Maddison, and give Ted some disks. The plan was that once Ted got the disks and ran them on his laptop, Mouse was to go in cybernetically, steal the files, erase the originals, and then Maria was to eliminate Maddison and Botha in order to stop them from talking while Pulse would fry the entire office building in order to add to the confusion.

It was a good plan. And Maria knew that the cleint would pay her well if she succeeded... But a voice deep down told Maria that it wasn’t going to go well. Maria didn’t like the fact that the UN rep was from Wakanda. Rumors had been floating around the African country for years, some of the stories too ridiculous to believe… others… not so much. Plus this guy was part of the UN. Taking him out was going to put her back into the spotlight. And Maria wasn’t sure that was where she wanted to be.

Sighing in resignation, Maria gripped the 50 cal, her clawed hands tight, lightly caressing the trigger, and lined up her shot, waiting, her heart starting to pound.

Ten more minutes.

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Logan was hunting, that wasn't something that he did often when he was in the city but right now as he sniffed the air it was definite that he was looking for someone. One of the benefits of having the contacts that he did was that when something was in the works near him, one of them would get him a heads up about it. Logan had a long standing professional reputation in the Black Ops community, people owed him favours, people wanted favours from him and so information was something that he traded in and that was one of the reasons that Steve Rogers had brought him on in the beginning so that if anything was going to happen to them hopefully they would get some word in advance. Logan had always tried to impress on the kids that he trained at the school that a lack of information in the field will get you killed, it didn't matter how strong you were or what flashy powers you had, information would always be the key to victory in his opinion. It had been pointed out to him that he was a little bit of a hypocrite in regards to this as when his berzerker rage kicked in, he had often been able to turn the tide of battle with just his claws alone but those situations were exceptions he would tell them and that no one not even the X-Men should be reliant on one person to get them out of a bad situation. It was helpful yes but good information and proper preparation would always get you better results and that was what counted when life and death were on the line.

It had been those contacts that had gotten him word that there was an assassination in the works and that the probable target was the Wakandian Ambassador which wasn't good but word was that the likely assassin was going to be a metahuman. That had garnered an instant response from him and after discussing it with Rogers, it was decided that he should come alone, if the entire team deployed then more than likely the assassin would slip away as they would draw far too much attention but if it was just him there was a chance that he could bring the metahuman in without the public realizing what was happening. This was potentially a disaster for them, the attack on the school had finally started to move public sympathy in their direction but if a metahuman assassinated a high profile official they would get the blame, it would be said that this was a retaliation for the attack at the Institute. They could not afford that and Logan had orders that if he couldn't bring the metahuman in then he was to stop them by any means necessary, it wasn't often that Rogers gave him that much rope but he trusted Logan and both of them realized what this would mean if the Ambassador was killed. What also made this personal was that T'Challa was a good friend of his and his Father had been a close friend of his for decades and so he owed it to them to get this done and to protect their Ambassador.

The only thing that they didn't have was the time that the assassination would take place so Logan had taken position hours ago and quietly waited, it gave him time to get to know the scents of the area and he had grabbed some clothes from a local shelter and covered himself in them. If this person was a metahuman they might have heightened senses like him they would be able to pick up his scent but clothes from locals would have the scents of the area and would mask him as long as he was careful. The wait also allowed his own senses to become attuned to the area regardless of the smell coming from his clothes so if there was anyone new entering the area he would be able to pick them up, it took a long time but eventually, he picked up a scent that didn't belong. It was musky and from the strength of the pheromones the person involved was a female and primed for action, he had long ago learned how to interpret these things and there were few better at it then he was. The smell of gun oil and powder caught his nose as well, this was the person and now he just had to locate them, once he had located the shooter, he could see they had position overlooking where the Ambassador was. More than likely they were just waiting for a clean shot and then would abandon the position and disappear before anyone could react, if this was him he would have his escape route well planned out and he would be gone before anyone even called 911. With his enhanced eyesight he saw that the person had a Barret light .50 that could take out an APC let alone a person so they were trying to make a statement, this had to be stopped before they could get a shot out and now he had position upwind and from above. Taking a breath, he focused his mind and then jumped into the air, tumbling into a forward roll in the air and then extending forward to get maximum distance. The wind whispered around him but he waited, he had no idea if she was going to fire now or in twenty minutes but either way his first strike had to be to the weapon and then he would take on the assassin. Waiting until the last possible moment, Logan snapped out his claws and brought them slicing straight down to slice the rifle in half and then his foot would snap out as he landed, aimed staright at the chest of the assassin to drive them back and to give him room to engage them. Staring at the assassin, Logan's claws gleamed in the sun as he snarled at them "You chose the wrong place bub, stand down."

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 Posted: Mar 22 2018, 10:20 AM
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As the seconds ticked on by, the more nervous she became. Maria wasn’t exactly sure why she was suddenly getting the heebie-jeebies, but Maria had learned long ago one thing; don’t ignore your instincts. Something was up. She could feel it. Eyes were watching her. Something was going to happen. Something bad.

“Mouse, was the contingency sent?” Maria asked into her headset, gripping the 50-cal. She’d selected the light 50 for one reason and one reason only; maximum damage and the high degree of success. Despite the fact that she was over the maximum distance for most human snipers, Maria was no normal human. She was a feral mutant with set of eyes that could not only see over large distances, she could even see in the dark.

“Sent and delivered, Maria.” Mouse replied. “The explosive arrived in the morning, just as planned. Just one text message and boom. Bye bye Maddison.”

Maria grit her teeth, struggling to stay calm. “And Pulse? He’s already in position, right?”

“Ready to rock and roll, boss.” Pulse announced. Apparently Mouse had connected their comms. “And don’t worry about the explosive. Mouse put it in a lead box. It should be able to get signal but the lead should stop it from getting knocked out by my EMP, in case I have to go first.”

Maria nodded. Okay. Everything was ready. They now just needed Botha to show up and go upstairs to the office to deliver the computer files. “ETA on Botha?” Maria asked, trying to keep the tension from seeping into her voice, failing, her words guttural, almost impossible to understand.

“Two minutes… Everything okay, Maria?” Mouse asked.

Maria sighed, and glanced up, her eyes finding a traffic camera that was overlooking her, Maria knowing that Mouse could ‘see’ her through the camera’s feed, her gaze gentle and tender despite her nervousness. “I’m getting the heebie-jeebies.” Maria admitted, knowing the technopath would understand the reference. Yet another advantage with working with someone who she’d known for so long. “Just be ready to go to the contingency.” Maria then said, returning her gaze to the scope, Maria inhaling a long breath, then holding it as she once again sighted the office, Maria watching as Maddison drank a cup of coffee, her eyes narrowing, Maria then spotting the parcel she had delivered this morning. Just as she’d arranged. It was set aside on the back of his desk, behind his chair, where Maddison wouldn’t easily spot it. One text message from her or Mouse, and Maddison was gone.

A part of her thought she should feel bad about killing an innocent business man. Except Maddison was anything but innocent. As a professional, Maria always liked to be prepared, so made a point to get to know her victims, and had Mouse do some digging. Turns out Maddison had a thing young, underage girls, and he would regularly fly out to Thailand where he paid a hefty fee so that he could sleep with children, on his company’s dime no less. The man was a pig, and deserved worse than getting blown up or shot. If anything, Maria was providing humanity a service.

Mollified by the fact that she was essentially about to kill a sick pedophile, Maria stared down the sight of her scope, her heart hammering, ready to rain destruction on the world. She was a monster among monsters. Time to do the only job she was qualified to do. But just before Botha’s taxi arrived, shit happened.

It was fast, but not fast enough. Maria saw the shadow of someone leaping over the roof to land next to her, Maria gasping, the feral mutant letting go of the rifle just before a gleaming metal claw sliced through it, the sight of the metal claws cutting through her gun like it was made out of paper causing Maria’s jaw to drop even as she darted back, Maria then grunting, feeling a solid kick to her chest, Maria stumbling back, the blow hard enough to crack a rib, Maria gasping in pain as she rolled to her feet, the feral mutant straightening to face her attacker, her amber eyes widening at who she saw.

No. It couldn’t be him. But it was. Maria knew who it was. Rumors and stories had floated around the underworld for years. It was the Wolverine.

Oh shit.

The two feral mutants faced off, Maria taking a step back, and flexed her fingers, feeling her two-inch long claws retreat from her fingertips, the two glaring at one another, Maria’s lips curling, and let out a savage hiss, revealing her fangs, Maria spreading her arms and legs, taking on a wrestler’s stance. “That was my favorite gun.” Maria commented, sounding almost annoyed, the annoyance hiding the terror she actually felt. This was the Wolverine. It had to be. She’d heard of him. His claws were unmistakable. This was bad. Knowing that Mouse was watching this scene unfold and no doubt reporting it to Pulse, Maria inhaled a long breath, trying to calm her pounding heart, her ears busy taking in the sounds, Maria focusing on what was going on down below in the street. Botha had arrived, his taxi pulling up to the curb just below her. Perfect. This is why you always had a backup plan. Just in case shit like this happened.

“You chose the wrong place bub, stand down.”

Maria arched a brow at the authority in his tone, Maria inhaling, drinking in his scent. Rich. Spicy. Yes. He was a feral, like her. Then Maria’s amber eyes narrowed as she analyzed his stance and the way he moved. Fast too. But not as fast as her. He was heavier then her. Much heavier. It’d slow him down, made him slower than her. Much slower. And Maria grinned a savage smile, her fangs gleaming under the sun.

“Mmm. No thanks.” she said teasingly, her tone playful, almost flirtatious. Then Maria did something she knew he wouldn’t expect. She tilted back… and rolled off the roof, in a backwards swan dive, the feral mutant free falling to the ground below, Maria somersaulting through the air, as coordinated and graceful as a cat, Maria then landing on the roof of the taxi just as Botha was stepping out.

CRUNCH!

Her heavy, booted feet left a dent in the roof of a taxi, and the glass in the windows shattered, showering the floor with glass, her muscular legs absorbing the impact. Maria heard Botha gasp and stumble back, the Wakandan stunned to see a woman just literally appear out of thin air, his dark eyes wide as she rolled off the roof of the taxi, Maria ignoring the shock on his face or the angry yelling of the taxi driver.

Instead she reached down and pulled out one of her twin Glocks, Maria pointing the gun at Botha’s face, the taxi driver shutting up, her eyes sharp and narrowed. “The disks?” she asked calmly, polite as can be. And Botha dropped the suitcase like the obedient little toady he was. Maria reached down and grabbed the handle of the suitcase. Then she spoke into her headset, and said the words Mouse had been waiting for her to say. “Blow it.” she murmured.

KaBOOOOOOOOM!

The world erupted around her, the bomb first blowing up, sending Maddison to hell, then the EMP ripping through the office, the pulse depowering not just the building but most of the street, screams and shouts echoing around her. Not that Maria cared. She was already running like her life depended on it, the feral sprinting down the street, knowing the Wolverine would give chase.

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Logan watched as the metahuman staggered backward from his kick and the pieces of her weapon fell away, one of the benefits of having adamantium claws was that there weren't much that he couldn't cut his way through. She was growling at him and was obviously a metahuman, he took in her scent, it was musky with a touch of something that he was familiar with in fact most people had it when they were confronted by him, that sly aftertaste of fear. Her heartbeat was accelerated and from the pheromones she was putting off she was getting ready for action, she was a little too calm though which was never something you wanted in a situation like this it meant that there was back up plan at least that was what he thought. When you disrupted a person's plan like this suddenly they almost always panicked as the unexpected was not something that most people reacted well too but if you had other options available to you then you didn't have to sweat it when option A went out the window because your objective would still be accomplished. Logan had taken the scent of the area for a while now which meant that her back up team weren't close to her, she had deployed them elsewhere so that if she was taken out then they would still be able to achieve their mission objective, smart girl but it meant that the quiet take down that he was hoping for wasn't going to happen and that was going to cause them all problems. Logan took in the situation that he saw developing carefully, this was a person that had been hired to eliminate a high profile target which meant she was a professional and that brought with it another set of concerns for him to be aware of.

Logan saw her stepping backward and he knew what she was planning so even as she was tipping backward he was running forward to try and get to her regardless of the fact that he knew he wasn't going to get there in time. Logan looked over the edge and saw that she had landed on a taxi and was engaging someone down there and at the same time an explosion ripped through the building and smoke billowed outwards, there were others here and they had used bombs as their standby in case someone interrupted their primary, someone like him. Fires were roaring now and the smoke was obscuring his view from here so he had to move but already he could see that she was making good her exit "Like hell, that ain't going to happen." Thankfully their equipment was ex-SHIELD and so it was shielded from the EMP pulse that they set off, that told him something else about their operation, it was well equipped which meant well funded. Someone with money was backing this, that was clear from the target but this was merely confirmation of what he already suspected. First, he had to do was to make sure that the civilians were clear and so what he did was that the Quinjet that he had in the area orbiting under cloak, he tasked it to track her using his comm device to upload a quick photo of her and the taxi so that it could track her, he could deal with her later but first he had to make sure that the people caught up in the explosion to get out.

The Quinjet acknowledged his command and started to remotely track the target getting a lock on her, Logan would be able to track her scent as well but this would make the whole thing easier for him. Jumping off the side of the building, he used a grappling hook to swing back into the burning disaster area through the glass outside walls. The flames rolled around him but he was unharmed, there were wounded on the deck and Logan sprinted about the place getting people directed and giving them someone to listen to, in a situation like this people responded to strong leadership and so Logan provided that to get them the hell out of here. Emergency responders were already arriving given the location but Logan was busy tearing apart debris with his claws to get to the trapped so that they wouldn't burn to death. That was the problem with people using bombs, they didn't care about who else was caught up in the aftermath as long as their target was taken down. It was the tactic of cowards and once he caught up with them, he would carve the penalty out of their hide with his claws but he couldn't worry about that right now, thanks to the Quinjet he was getting a good read on where they were and even if they tried disappearing, the Quinjet would give him a place to start and with his nose there weren't that many places they could hide from him. Thankfully it seemed as if this building didn't have that many staff more than likely for security reasons so it made the rescue efforts a lot easier as Logan used his nose to track down anyone that was left before he made his exit. He was still a wanted man by the FBI and local police so he would have to make himself scarce soon before he attracted more trouble, the last thing he needed before he headed out to track down the Feral metahuman he had engaged and the rest of her team.

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Run!

That was the first and only thought that was on Maria’s mind as she thundered her way away from the explosion, Maria not even bothering to look back, her heart in her throat as she raced away, hand gripping the suitcase.

God this had better be worth it. She’d just been attacked by the Wolverine for fucks sake!

Maria grit her teeth, quickly disappearing down the street, the feral a blur. It was only after a few minutes of running full tilt that Maria realized that the Wolverine was indeed not giving chase, and Maria slowed down enough to look back, Maria panting and breathing hard.

“Is he following?” Maria gasped, surprised.

“Negative.” Mouse replied into her headset. “But you got some heat on you. Traffic cameras picked up your assault on poor Mr. Botha. Good thing your face was covered. Cameras couldn’t get a good shot of you.”

“It couldn’t be helped. Only way to get the disks.” Maria grumbled. She then glanced around, her eyes sweeping the area. She was close to Cunningham Park, which was supposed to be her meet up point with Pulse. Time to check out the goods. Maria rounded a corner and ducked into a narrow alleyway, Maria making sure she wasn’t followed before hiding away behind a very smelly dumpster, the feral mutant still breathing hard from her sprint, Maria turning to look down at the suitcase she’d taken her amber eyes sweeping over it, then narrowing.

Uhoh. This was no normal briefcase.

The first thing she noticed was that it was made out of metal… but it didn’t smell like any kind of metal she’d ever smelled before. Plus there was some sort of data pad there, the odd set up looking way too high-tech for your standard briefcase.

“Shit.” Maria muttered.

“What?” Mouse asked.

“The briefcase.” Maria replied, turning the briefcase over, trying to get a good grip on it. But try as she might, she couldn’t open it. It was like it’d be vacuum sealed! "We might have bitten off more than we can chew. ETA on Pulse?”

“He reached his exit strategy. Should reach pickup in fifteen. What do you want to do?”

Maria sighed, her mind racing. This was getting worse by the minute. One thing was for sure however. No way was she staying here. “Pick up in fifteen. Tell Pulse to head into the tunnels and meet him there. He’s going to need you.”


TWENTY MINTUES LATER…

Mara sat on a bench in Cunningham Park, the feral mutant wearing a face of resolute disdain. She’d just met with Pulse who took the briefcase to Mouse, who told her something she didn’t need to hear. The briefcase didn’t just contain plans of some sort. Apparently they contained plans for some kind of weapon that could literally melt a tank. This was WAY above their pay grade. And now she needed to figure out what to do about it.

Maria knew that she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She’d stolen government property. And soon S.H.I.E.L.D. would probably be breathing down her neck, AGAIN. Like she needed that shit. Plus, apparently the Wolverine was now on her ass. Fan-fucking-tastic. What was a girl to do? Play ball, that's what. She needed the money, sure, but this was way above her pay grade. She needed to get rid of the contents without seeing the inside of a body bag. This was going to be a very hard sell. But Maria had an ace in the hole. She had something she knew the Wolverine would want. Information. Sighing in resignation, Maria leaned back on the park bench, and waited, knowing that it wouldn’t take the feral mutant long to track her down.

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Logan was thankful that he had the enhanced senses that were his birthright due to his mutant gene, he had been able to local several survivors that would have died before normal rescue services would have found them. He was good at killing that much he knew but when it came to search and rescue that was something he had always excelled at thanks to the things that he could do, with a match of instinct and claws he was able to clear them out from the debris that they were trapped under and so despite the delay this was something he had been willing to risk. The people here were victims that was for sure and they didn't deserve to die, the metahuman who had done this was going to pay and thankfully he was the right guy for the job now that he had her scent there wasn't anywhere she could hide from him for long. The sound of sirens that had echoed in the distance had now arrived which meant that he had to get going, it didn't matter that he was helping as soon as the cops laid eyes on him they would blame him and open fire. After the incident with Jean, he was on the most wanted list and he was going to stay there for a while he imagined not that he minded, he was wanted by a lot worse groups than the FBI. Logan hauled some debris of a pair of women who had been trapped when part of the roof had come down, one of them was badly injured but her friend seemed to be alright for the most part. With some direction and torn sections of her blouse, he was able to get the bleeding under control and with some words of instruction her friend was able to take over as emergency services made their way up to them and so Logan had to depart now.

Making his way quickly to the roof, he tore through the doors and debris that stood in his way and once on the roof he was able to take in his situation. There was a couple of helicopters on site already with more on the way, media more than likely which meant he had to be extra careful. If he was spotted by the media that would destroy any of the progress their cause had made with the public and he had to avoid that. Watching their flight pattern, he waited for a moment where they were not observing his position, it took a few moments but when the opportunity came he took off and with a surge of strength leaped off the roof and cannonballed towards the building opposite them. Normally someone of his weight would have struggled to cover the distance but his strength had been heightened by the Adamantium on his bones and so he crashed through the glass wall of the building across from his position and he rolled through and up onto his feet maintaining his momentum. Logan tapped his watch and the Quinjet responded, he would be able to track back to where the Jet had tracked the metahuman and then take up the trail from there, he was going to take a hunk of flesh out of her hide and then he would hand her ass over to Rogers so they could figure out what to do with her.

Logan pushed his way through the building and out the other side, using all of his experience to get clear of the area without being observed which was one of his talents gained through long years of experience. It took some time but he was confident that he was away from the attack area and so he brought the Quinjet in to pick him up, it touched down on the roof and he was able to get aboard and out of the area without being detected. Once he was aloft, he checked the flight records and saw that the Jet had tracked the metahuman to a nearby park only a few miles away and she was apparently just sitting there. That didn't make any sense unless she had a death wish, that was something that he could certainly grant and he was in no mood to play nicely as he set the auto-navigation system and made his way there. It didn't take much time at all and he set the Quinjet to auto flight mode, it would orbit the area under cloak until he recalled it and once he confirmed she was alone in the area he came in quiet and lowered the rear ramp. Taking a breath, he ran down the ramp and jumped clear, the landing would hurt but at least his bones couldn't break, once again he waited as he came down towards her position and at the last moment his claws snapped out and he swiped at her with a roar as he tried to take her head.

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As Maria sat on that bench waiting for the mutant equivalent of the angel of death to grace her with his presence, she privately wondered if she was certifiably insane. It was an interesting thought to have, one she had often. Was she out of her mind for doing this? She had to be right? There was no other way to see it. She was insane. Had to be. Either that or a small part of her wanted to die. Egh. Scratch that. A big part of her wanted to die. But not big enough. The other part knew she needed to keep moving, breathing, fighting. If not, the Morlocks, Artie, would die.

As Maria mulled it over, Mouse also made sure to give her a detailed report of the explosion. One dead, eight wounded, mainly from fallen debris and broken glass. And the only dead guy was that creep, Maddison. Did Maria feel bad about the injured. Egh, no not really. A little guilty perhaps, but then again she didn’t have time for guilt. Maria spent about as much time feeling guilty about innocent humans getting harmed as much as they did about her getting shit on by fate. In other words, not a whole lot of time.

The bad news was that apparently the Wolverine had some kind of crazy transportation and was already close by, Mouse picking up some kind of electrical feed but not being able to pinpoint it. Somehow he’d managed to reach her a lot faster than anticipated.

Thus rushing her death.

As Maria sat there, waiting for death to show up, she thought back to the events from the other day… when HE came back into her life. Maria felt it. The shudder. From pleasure or pain? Sometimes the two were so closely linked that it was hard to tell which was which. But there was no denying it. A small part of her had remembered the past… and thirsted for his touch. It was the sound of approaching footsteps that caused Maria to blink and break away from her reverie. Nope. Not now. Wrong time to be thinking about him. Definitely wrong place. Why? Because the Wolverine had arrived… and he was pissed.

Maria watched as the Wolverine charged his way forward, Maria’s catlike amber eyes narrowing, time sliding to a crawl just as he was reaching her side, Maria watching as his claws popped out, the triple blades gleamed in the sun, Wolverine slashing at her with a savage roar.

He was fast. But she was faster. Even if by a few milliseconds, it was still enough for Maria to stay out of reach. A point she proved then and there. Before Wolverine could slash her face off, Maria darted to the side, letting the Wolverine’s claws slash past her face, the man’s weight bringing him forward, Maria letting him stumbled past her, Maria rolling to her feet, then darting back, putting some space between them, Maria making it a point to match him step for step so that there was enough space between them that he couldn’t reach her, Maria dropping to all fours, the feral mutant moving as if this was a simple feat, each step gracefully placed, Maria hissing and growling in warning, starting to get angry.

“Would you knock that shit off! I’m here to talk!” Maria snapped. Then, to make sure he was listening. “Try it again and I make another phone call, and some other building goes boom.” she snarled with savage promise, her words deepening into a guttural growl.

Was she telling the truth? No. It’d been just the one small bomb she’d mailed to Maddison… but he didn’t know that, right? Right.

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Logan missed the first strike but he was more than willing to take his time in tearing her apart, he had his exit strategy and if she wanted to commit suicide by claw that was just fine with him. There were others around the place which was fine, if they decided to get involved he would take them down but most seemed to be just recording things on their phone and he had other things to deal with. Typical, she was threatening others again which seemed to be her goto card but this time he was ready having seen her do this play and it was starting to get old. One of the things that she was going to have to learn about being in this game was that you had to keep one step ahead of the competition and if you were being hunted then you had to take the guy tracking you to a place that you could use to your advantage, here and now she had given all of that up and he had no problem with that. A part of him was curious about what would make the girl wait here for him, she had to understand that he was going to take her apart and feed what was left to the Lions at the zoo perhaps she wanted to end it all but then that other part of him where the animal lurked pointed out to him that she had asked for this and there was blood on her hands, blood that he had to make her pay for and a smile crossed his face as he tapped a control on his wrist.

A signal went up to his cloaked Quinjet and the ECM systems engaged jamming any and all communications coming in or out of the area except for his device which was calibrated correctly. It would allow him to call the Quinjet or to deactivate the jamming if he so chose, now that her threat had been defeated he growled at her "Nice try kid, see if that phone of yours works." With that he charged at her, his claws ready to slice into her as he moved with the grace, precision and strength that came with decades of combat experience. He was perhaps the best in the world when it came to hand to hand combat, Steve Rogers couldn't stay toe to toe with him but he could push Logan a good long while before Logan put him down. She was quick that was for sure but that meant that she lacked strength and anything she would be able to do to him wouldn't be that bad and his Healing Factor should be able to deal with anything that she could inflict on him, he wondered if she would be able to keep up with what his Adamantium claws would do to her. Logan was going for a strategy of keeping her off balanced especially with her advantage over him with speed and agility but this wasn't his first fight on terms that weren't friendly to him and he had other tricks up his sleeve. Flicking his claws into the sunlight sending beams of light into his target's eyes so that she had to deal with that as well as him charging at her with claws drawn.

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With a pounding heart, Maria watched as Logan stumbled past her, Maria dropping to all fours, the feline-like feral mutant trying her best to keep her distance, Maria watching the Wolverine as he spun around to face her again.

God, this job was screwed up! Not only was the Wakandan UN representative dirty… he’s been planning on selling weapon plans to a closet pedophile! And the plans? Were fucking NUCLEAR powered. The clear manipulation of the whole thing was tangible, and here she was, paying the price by fighting none other than the dreaded Wolverine.

Desperate, Maria continued to circle the man, her eyes on those long metal claws of his, Maria remembering what they’d done to her light fifty. Wolverine could easily rip her in half if he wanted… and healing factor or not, there was no way she could survive that kind of damage. And that fact alone… terrified her.



FIFTEEN FEET AWAY… NOW...

Harry Lomis was racing to reach the meeting point… but deep down he knew he was too late. When Maria had told the four-armed former Morlock that she was doing a job that involved a UN representative from the country of Wakanda, he immediately had a bad feeling about it.

The job was rotten. To the core. And the fact that Mouse had called him and told him what had been in the briefcase, proved it.

So Harry did the only thing he could do. He closed his bar and raced to reach the meeting point Mouse had told him, the massive, four-armed seven foot tall behemoth racing through the park, desperate to reach his adoptive daughter. Harry loved Maria as much as any father would. He practically raised her, having known her since she was fourteen years old. What a little hellion she'd been, all battered and broken. And now here they were, twenty years later, their lives still intertwined.

He just hoped that he wasn’t too late.



NOW…

Suddenly the world around Maria… exploded. Maria winced, immediately recognizing the sound, her headset suddenly fizzing, smoke coming from her phone. EMP. The fucker had fired an EMP! Maria winced, the sound of the electromagnetic pulse rippling through the air, causing her sensitive ears to scream in pain, Maria letting out a pained grunt as she stumbled.

“Nice try kid, see if that phone of yours works.”

Ugh. What an asshole. That pulse had been a lot more forceful then the one Pulse had emitted. Talk about overkill!

Panting, Maria looked up, hearing footsteps, and let out a pained hiss when a light suddenly burned her eyes. Where the hell was that light coming from?! Knowing that he had to be coming for her, Maria rolled away, blinded, unable to see, unable to hear, her heart pounding in terror.

“The Wakandan was dirty!” she screamed, desperate, stumbling to her feet, about to reach for her twin Glocks. They had hollow point bullets? That had to slow him down. Right? “He was going to sell plans for a nuclear powered cannon to a pedophile! I’ll give you the plans if you’d just fucking…”

SHINKT!

“…listen…” Maria finished. Then she let out a groan, her hands automatically reaching up to grab the hand that was stabbing her abdomen, looking down, her eyes widening at what she saw. Wolverine. Gutting her. His claws digging into her guts.

Ouch.

Maria let out a low, gurgled groan, feeling as if her stomach was on fire, Maria holding onto Wolverine’s hands as he stabbed her in a vice-like grip, not letting go, her animal strength coming into play, Maria also feeling it. Blood. Welling up. Staining her clothes.

He stabbed her. He fucking stabbed her.

And that was when the monster in her… took over…



TWO FEET AWAY, NOW…

He was too late… Harry thought as he rushed forward, reaching the meeting point, the four armed mutant looking up, only to yell in horror, the four armed giant skidding to a halt, Harry watching the scene as it unfolded before him. His adoptive daughter had just been gutted and was bleeding to death. And a monster was slowly killing her. And for what?! FOR WHAT?! A dirty politician?!

"Wolverine! NO!" Harry shouted, recognizing the claws. He'd know those claws anywhere. Then Harry trembled when he heard it. The deep, savage growl. It wasn’t coming from Wolverine. It was coming from Maria. And Harry knew that he was too late.

The monster that was Feral was awake. And she was pissed.

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That was the mark of a true Professional in his mind, when you came into a potentially hostile situation with contingency plans like the Quinjet. Say what you wanted about SHIELD and he could say quite a bit but they were certainly well equipped and capable engineers though he was certain that Hank could put the whole lot of them to same. She was surprised that someone had come up with a countermeasure to a cell phone, he wondered how long she had been in the game if she was surprised by something like that. Light fixtures around the place exploded from the pulse that the Quinjet had generated and now it was recharging so he couldn't use that for the next ten minutes but by that time he should have this girl filleted like a fish if everything went according to plan. Once her secondary plan went out the window he picked up a big whiff of her scent and it was strongly laced with fear, she hadn't planned on this going this way perhaps she had wanted to bargain for money or she knew who it was that was tracking her and wanted to fight on ground of her choosing but if that was the case then she should have chosen better because this place didn't help her worth a damn. The pulse was going to attract attention as any electronic device in the local area just got fried and people tended to notice things like that but he needed that phone taken out of play and that was the quickest way that he had of dealing with it without cutting off her hand which with how fast she was he wasn't sure he could manage.

She was babbling something about how the Diplomat was dirty but frankly, he didn't care. Those bombs had hurt a lot of other people and if the Ambassador or whoever it was turned out to be dirty that was fine but the poor bastards hurt in that bomb didn't deserve that. They didn't get up today expecting that it might be the last time they saw their loved ones and they sure as hell didn't think that today was going to be the day that they died. Someone needed to pay for that and the first one to do so was going to be hurt then Logan would hunt down her friends and make sure they knew how badly they had messed up just before he slammed his claws into them too. Then he managed to finally slam his fist into her gut and immediately he felt the warm flush of blood rushing over his hand and he knew that he had hit dead center, her eyes widened in surprise and he knew that she had figured out what was happening now as well now with that side he drew his hand back because in his experience there were a few people with healing factors running around the place and the last thing that he wanted to do was leave the job half finished. He heard someone from behind them calling out his name and he figured that he recognized it but didn't have time to go into it when he heard the growl from the girl she had just gut stabbed and he knew what that was. Whoever this girl was, she had a touch of the wild in her like he did and right now that animal was coming out to play. If he was most anyone else then he would have been afraid but he wasn't. he was the god damn Wolverine and if she wanted to let her animal out then he would too and they could see who came out on top. "Alright, you want to go girl, LET'S GO!" Logan roared as he tore his hand free from her gut to cause maximum damage and then swiped back with his left to see if he could finish this up quick and get out of here before the authorities arrived to give him problems.

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Maria was in bad shape… but she wasn’t down for the count. At least, not yet. She still had some fight in her. When Wolverine ripped the claws out from her gut, she grunted, pained. But then she snarled, her eyes flashing, and she felt it. Her human side… was no longer in the driver’s seat.

“Alright, you want to go girl, LET'S GO!” Wolverine shouted, his words echoing through the air like a thunderclap, his left hand coming in, claws ready to dig into her once more. But Feral had enough of that. With incredible speed, one hand snapped out like a scorpion strike, and Feral grabbed Wolverine’s hand by the wrist, halting it mid-air, Feral grabbing him with a vice-like grip, claws digging into the meat… while her other hand slashed foreword, Feral raking Wolverine’s face with her two-inch long claws, Feral letting out a ferocious scream, her claws digging in deep enough to hit bone.

SLASH!

Then, while still gripping Logan’s left, Feral then spun around, using Logan’s momentum against him, and threw Wolverine over her shoulder, the feral keeping her bone-crushing grip on his hand, Feral savagely yanking the arm forward as she tossed him over her shoulder, slamming him hard against the ground… the feral mutant hearing it. The audible POP! of muscle. Wolverine’s shoulder. She’d just dislocated it.

And it just took her about four seconds, from start to finish.

Feral stumbled. Blinked once. Then twice. And then she fell to her knees, moaning, and just like that, Maria was back in the driver’s seat, the woman looking down at the ruin that was her abdomen, Maria groaning low. Fuck. That hurt!

“Maria!” a voice called to the side, and Maria looked up weakly, blinking her amber eyes once more as her hands went around her stomach, Maria struggling to stop the torrent of blood as it poured down her legs, the feral weaving as she looked up to see Harry rushing forward, Maria staring dumbly as the four-armed mutant reached her side.

“Harry?” she groaned, her voice sounding… small. Weak. Pathetic. Fuck. Was she dying? “Wha…”

“Shut up and don’t move!” Harry snapped at her, the four armed mutant moving fast, with one hand pushing her down so that she was laying down, with another Harry pulling out a massive syringe from his jacket pocket, the other two hands reaching down to start unclasping the bottom half of her corset, Maria groaning when she saw the syringe.

“No...” she groaned, trying to get up, knowing what was coming. Not the damn xStat injection!

“I said don’t move!” Harry yelled, Maria now being held down with two hands, Harry using his superhuman strength to hold her down. Which was impressive since Maria herself was strong enough to lift a small car. Then Maria felt it. The burning sting. The syringe was shoved into the deepest puncture wound that Wolverine had given her, and Harry squeezed down on the plunger… and Maria let out a blood curdling scream of agony as the foam in the injection filled her abdominal cavity, plugging the holes. Did it hurt? Fuck. Yes!

“God damn morons! Both of you!” Harry was yelling, Maria too disorientated to really care, the feral gritting her teeth as she continued to feel the damn foam expand within her guts. Her body would eventually expel the foam as her healing factor kicked in… but holy crap did it hurt! “God damn it Logan! She’s a fucking KID! She’s YOU if you hadn’t found Charles!” Harry shouted angrily, his words catching Maria’s attention despite the waves of dizziness.

“Wait… you two know each other?” Maria moaned, looking up at Harry in confusion.

Harry grimaced and shrugged. “He’d come to the bar sometimes… said he was a teacher at some school…” Harry gave her a look, his dark eyes meeting her amber gaze. “He’s a lot like you Maria… just more stable… more grounded…” Then Harry gave Wolverine a dirty look. “Or at least he’s supposed to be!”

Maria groaned. Her and the Wolverine? Were alike? “Figures.” she grunted. And without another word she fell back, the pain too much, and promptly passed out.

Harry gazed down at his adoptive daughter, his face etched with misery. God damn it. He knew she shouldn’t have taken this job. It had sounded bad from the beginning. But she’d been adamant. Kept insisting that she needed to get the money for Artie. And then there was that bastard that had set her off. Caused her to lose her bearings. Confusing her. The blond man with the claws. The one that had attacked the Morlock tunnels all those years ago, and killed his Marie. Harry closed his eyes. And quietly started to pray, his words only audible to the two prone savages that lay on either side of him.

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There weren't that many people that were able to catch his fist let along stop it when he was coming down to take her head, she was growling and making all sort of noises and for most people that would be intimidating but it didn't mean that much to him. He had been up against some of the toughest bastards there were on the planet so if this little girl thought she was going to be able to intimidate him she was dead wrong. His ears picked up someone calling out to them but he just blocked that out, he had someone to deal with and once he put her down then he would deal with whoever else turned up but the fact that he had underestimated this girl proved to give her an advantage that she took and made him pay for. She raked his face with her claws and he growled at her as the flesh parted easily beneath her nails and his blood flowed freely but due to his healing factor the damage started to heal and Logan tended to discount such things because he was used to pain and despite everything he had made sure that her guts were made out of tattered tripe which few people could come back from. She used her position and strength to throw him over her shoulder slamming him to the ground and dislocating his shoulder. It was something that not many people understood, his bones were unbreakable sure but the joints were still vulnerable and it hurt like blue blazes causing him to hiss in pain and now he was really going to make her hurt.

It took him a second to realize that she wasn't following up her attack which was her mistake as he rolled his hips and used the momentum to get back up onto his feet and as he did he pushed off with his shoulder forcing it back into the socket which made him really mad as pain surged through him. She wasn't doing well as his own healing factor went to fixing the torn muscles in his shoulder, the ache was there sure but it wasn't going to be there for long as his claws snapped back out and he was ready to finish this. That was when Harry came into his field of view, he knew the girl and was babbling about how she was apparently like him and all sorts of other crap that he wasn't interested in. She had made her call and put herself in harm's way when she killed that Diplomat now if he was dirty then Logan wouldn't give a damn but her bombs had killed two and injured a score of others none of whom were guilty of anything other than heading for work and he was going to finish this. She had to pay for her choices, he was willing to bet that no one had ever called her to account and maybe they shared a couple of things in common but he had been made to pay for his mistakes and he wondered if anyone had ever made her pay for hers well this time she had run into someone who was more than capable of carving that payment out of her hide.

"Kid huh Harry, your kid killed two people and hurt a whole lot more today with the bombs her and her friends set. I don't give a damn why she was on that roof with a .50cal sniper rifle either. She wants to play that game Harry you know the price, she might be like me but she ain't me because if that was me I would have gone in there and taken out the target myself. I wouldn't have set bombs and put some other poor bastards into the ground because I couldn't get the job done myself, she bought herself everything that has happened to her today and I ain't convinced that I wouldn't be doing the world a damn favour by finishing what I started. Give me one damn reason why I shouldn't Harry, she's in the big old world now using sniper rifles and bombs so why the hell would I give a damn about her." She was in real pain which wasn't good to see, if she was an animal he would have finished it off because no one should have to suffer even the ones that you were putting down but that was just the hunter in him. Charles would be the first to offer her the open hand but she had blood in her ledger and unlike him, it didn't seem like she cared about who got caught in the middle as long as her target got put down. He knew people like that who did what they needed to as long as the job was complete and it was always some other poor bastard that paid the price for it and he was sick of it and he wasn't finished "Did you or her think about the rest of us? Another murder done committed by a metahuman? We're in the middle of a god damn war Harry and this sort of crap gets thrown onto all of us, they used me to justify the attack on the school because I got Jean out of the hell they trapped her in. What do you think they will do with this? A god damn bombing that put civilians on the deck! If they figure out that it was a metahuman we're done, Harry, we're done and nothing we've tried to do matters because they'll hang us all for this."

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When Logan got to his feet, Harry followed suit, the massive four-armed bartender also concentrating for a minute, summoning the biofield he used that made him partially invulnerable, a yellow mist seeming to emanate from his skin for moment. It wouldn’t be enough to completely deflect any of Logan’s blows, but at least they should be strong enough to stop from getting run through, like Maria had.

Harry knew that Logan was as bullheaded as they came… but he never thought he, the honorable man he had met in his bar, would be this stubborn. Or that blind. As Logan began to yell, Harry sighed but listened, the massive mutant crossing two of his arms, a passive, patient look on his face. Listening was easy. It was what he did as a bartender. Bartenders did more than just pour booze. There was a reason why people always talked to bartenders, sometimes more than their own priests. Bartenders did something that most didn’t; they listened without judging. And that was what Harry always tried to do with his customers. But it wasn’t easy. Not right now. Even though Harry was a bartender, he also was a mutant with a very visible mutation. It was why he’d gone underground in his late teens, and joined the Morlocks. Humans had made it very apparent that he was not welcome in their world. Same as they did to Maria. But Maria had gotten it worse than he ever did. Not only had her family pretty much disowned her. It’d been family that used her too.

Since the day she was born, the world had said that Maria was a monster. So then why did everyone get all shocked and horrified when she did the one thing the world had pretty much set her up to do? It wasn’t like she’d been able to finish middle school, or go to college. She literally had been pulled out of school, due to people bullying her and her older sister, Lucia. And of all the mutants that had come here to judge her, it had to be the one mutant that had beat the odds, and had not become the monster the world had set him out to be. To think that Logan would be more understanding. Harry grimaced. How mistaken he had been.

“Did you or her think about the rest of us? Another murder done committed by a metahuman? We’re in the middle of a god damn war Harry and this sort of crap gets thrown onto all of us, they used me to justify the attack on the school because I got Jean out of the hell they trapped her in. What do you think they will do with this? A god damn bombing that put civilians on the deck! If they figure out that it was a metahuman we're done, Harry, we're done and nothing we've tried to do matters because they'll hang us all for this.”

“So that justifies you murdering her?! You almost killed her, you jackass! If I hadn’t got here in time, you WOULD have!” Harry snapped back at the shorter mutant, his eyes narrowing. “Maria fucked up Logan! She knows that! That’s why she came to this park and waited! To talk to you! To explain herself. But oh no, you had to be exactly the same kind of stupid killing machine the world says we are, says YOU are, says SHE is. What gives YOU the right to be her judge, jury, and executioner? What happened getting a trial? Or a lawyer? None of that for us mutants? That’s how things are now? Or she don't get that just cuz you say so?” Harry demanded.

Then Harry swore under his breath in Greek, remembering what his grandmother had taught him. Yelling, and indeed, violence, never solved anything. It was why he was a pacifist. Inhaling a breath, Harry sighed before looking up at Logan, no longer angry. Instead he was sad. Here they were, these two amazing people, people born with incredible gifts. Mutants the three of them. And they were standing in this park, yelling at each other like children. He had to fix this, before either of them did something they’d end up regretting. Again. Mutants like Maria and Logan thought with their fists first, second, and third. Then they cried and said it wasn’t their fault, blaming their animalistic drives. Which was bullshit. He needed Logan to stop and think for a minute. So, with grim determination, Harry took a step towards Logan, his shields still up, but his arms spread out and raised. Was he making himself a target? Probably. But if no one was going to stand up for what was right and just, then he was. Someone had to make these two see reason. Might as well be the seven foot tall mutant with for arms, enhanced strength and invulnerability.

“Maria is the product of a fucked up world, Logan. A world that, honestly, don’t give a fuck about us. She’s not one of the ‘lucky ones.’ She ain’t you. She didn’t get a Charles. Or a Jean. Or a school. She got exactly what the human world had dealt her. Her parents were scum. Her mother would feed her once a week, just cuz Maria didn’t look ‘human enough.’ Her father was a cokehead who died when Maria was barely old enough to talk. Then her step-father showed up, a pedophile. Wanna’ know when he started molesting Maria? When she was twelve years old. Wanna’ know why? Because Maria let him. So that he wouldn’t molest her older sister. Maria gave up what innocence she had left when she was just twelve years old.” Harry explained simply, his face darkening for a moment. So many sacrifices. So much pain. So much hurt. And for what? To lose her sister, and end up alone in a world that hated and used her for what she was.

Harry knew that Maria wouldn’t like him saying any of this. She kept that shit to herself, pretty much resigning herself to her fate. But just because that how it was, didn’t mean it had to be. Maybe someone, for once, could stop, and see. She was a monster… but she was the monster the world had made her out to be. So who was the guilty party? Her? Or the world? And what could happen, if someone would just do the right thing for once… and show her a kind hand, instead of a fist? What could Maria potentially become? Harry hoped that he could someday find out… he was tired of seeing her fall, the feral weighed down by the sins of others.

“Look, Logan… please… She’s a good person… deep down… she deserves better than this!” Harry said, close to begging now, desperate. He didn’t want to fight the Wolverine! He doubted he could measure up, invulnerability shields or no. He couldn’t hold them indefinitely… “The only reason she even considered doing this job was because of a kid! Artie, one of the Morlocks… he’s dying. Needs a transplant… She took the job to pay for a black market transplant… and as soon as you showed up, things escalated! She just needs…”

“Is for you to shut the fuck up.” a voice groaned behind him, causing Harry to blink and glance back, watching in dismay as a now awake Maria was sitting up, her amber eyes narrowed slits, the feral clearly not happy with him. With a groan, Maria got to her feet, stumbling, the feral glancing down at the packing, her mouth curling into a grimace. Mother fucker. It was going to take an hour or more to heal that shit. Still grimacing, Maria then looked up at, looking past the man she’d come to see as a father, her eyes going instead to the man with whom she had so much in common, hating him.

“I’m guessing he’s been here telling you sad, sad stories?” she snarled. “Shit about me giving my stepdad head when I was twelve? Yada, yada?” Maria turned and spit on the floor, the spit stained with red. Great. She had blood in her lungs. Awesome. “And I’m guessing you couldn’t give a shit? That about where we stand? Right?” Maria shrugged. “Figures.” She grumbled. Then Maria inhaled a breath, and without another she pushed herself foreword… and stepped around Harry, Maria falling to her knees, hissing a curse. “Mierda.”* Maria groaned, hand going to her abdomen. She could feel the meat of her insides starting to knit together, Maria gritting her teeth, hating the sensation… especially with how familiar it all was. How many times had she been hurt like this? Too many times for her to count. Same shit. Different day.

“Look, if you want me to cry or say I’m sorry, well, I’m not and I won't. I did what I did. My call. I killed a piece of shit arms dealer, and I hurt a bunch of people in order to do it. And I don't feel bad about it. I want to... but I don't. If that means I gotta’ die, or whatever, well, you know what. Fine by me. I'm tired... and I want it to stop.” she groaned, Harry gasping and starting to step forward, Maria holding up a clawed hand, silencing him. Then Maria looked up at Logan, her amber eyes meeting his. And sighed, suddenly feeling it. Tired. She was tired of this shit. She was tired of this stupid life, this stupid job. This was her nine to five. And it sucked. Time to check out. Time to say no more. No more. And with that, Maria fell silent, waiting for the end, the inevitable end.

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Logan stared at Harry as he put himself between himself and the kid, he didn't particularly want to fight him because he knew that he had abilities and a fight between the two of them wouldn't be quick but he also knew, in the end, he would win. Harry didn't have the experience or the capability to kill him and all it would take is one lucky shot and Logan would have him, that gave him options but they were options that he didn't want to take and so he stood up a little more and his claws snapped back in his forearms, the cuts they caused healing as they always did. Harry was someone that he respected and that fact that he was going to bat for the kid said alot but then he didn't see that much in the kid, at least when he had been an animal he had slaughtered hunters and the like not because it was political or because of the money. When he had been used by Weapon X there had been no element of choice there, he had been forced to do whatever it was that they wished because of the brainwashing and the other implants that had forced him to do follow those commands. There was no getting away from how useless he had felt, how he had been as much of a victim as the people that he had slaughtered beneath his claws but he didn't get that sense from Maria in fact he could pretty much tell that she didn't give a damn. That was a concern, if she was going to become a monster perhaps he should put her down because there was no saving someone who didn't give a damn and it made him wonder what it was that Harry saw in her. It wasn't like he was easy to pull the wool over, she must have some sort of redeeming quality if she didn't then she'd already be dead.

"Your kidding right Harry? When I was like her, I didn't have a god damn choice! Weapon X made me, forced me to do the things that I did and you have the balls to compare us? Ain't that easy, don't make the mistake of thinking there is a damn thing close about her and me." Logan was disgusted with her, she had taken out innocent people and hearing her story made him more aware of why she would be like she was but that didn't excuse it and it didn't make the fact that there were innocent people dead because of the choices that she had made. Logan had always been a believer in the notion that actions had consequences, he had paid for his and there was more to come because he had more red in his ledger than anyone else including Romanoff and that wasn't a boast that was made lightly. Whatever Harry had injected in her had accelerated her healing factor and from what he could see, she was healing up so she wouldn't die but that was going to take some time and given what had just happened she wasn't going to have the luxury. Already his ears picked up the sound of sirens, someone had managed to get word out about their throw down and given the explosion and who had been killed it would almost certainly include people that could potentially take them down. The Government had shown that they had metahumans on their side and more importantly that they had armored suits called Sentinels piloted by some of the best that would give him problems so there was a choice to be made.

Feral awoke and of course, acted like the idiot teenager that he had come to expect, he almost expected her to start whining just to finish off the level of stupidity she was preaching as she started to give him attitude. Glaring down at her, he glanced then back at Harry was he was trying to make up his mind about what he should do. His ears picked up the sound of Osprey Transports, the same transports that brought in the Sentinels to the school and he could tell that because those engines made a distinctive sound, there was just no mistaking those engines so they had limited time. If they continued this sure he'd kill her but the chances of his getting caught increased dramatically so if they were going to deal with this then they had to start making some hard decisions. His initial thought was to leave her here, to face the consequences of her actions, sure she was doing this for some kid but that didn't matter a damn now. The money she had been promised was almost certainly gone, if she was any good she would have gone half now and then half later which was pretty much the standard but given her extraordinarily public failure she'd never get another job again. The people that would do this sort of work wouldn't work with her and the people that did the hiring, he knew them as well and after a few phone calls they wouldn't touch her again so at least he could stop her from further acts of stupidity. There was a benefit to maintaining the relationships that he had cultivated over the years to be sure, she wasn't going to have a leg to stand on in the Shadow community which meant that other choices had to be made.

Giving Harry a look of don't interfere or your bowels would spill all over the ground, Logan walked over and then knelt next to Feral as the sound of the Transports and vehicles grew louder. "You can hear those vehicles incoming I'm willing to bet..." Logan said quietly as he had a conversation with Maria "Now you got some choices to make girl and because I am a nice guy I'm going to outline them for ya. Now, I can leave you here and Harry could try and get you clear but I am willing to bet that he won't be able to get you out of here in time without leaving behind a trail they can follow so you can't go back to the Morlocks because if you do then they will come for all of you. Second, I can just put you out of your misery now, which I am tempted because you don't give a damn about anyone or anything at least when I was an animal I had compassion, I don't see any of that in those eyes of yours. Third, I take you with me and we get you medical attention and then we see if we can get that kid taken care of medically because unlike you I got friends who would help out without me needing to kill people for them or if they did they would have been taken out and I wouldn't have gotten caught. Now don't think that third choice is the best because it ain't, you're going to pay for those people that died back there, those innocent people you don't give a damn about. I think you got Harry fooled, I think you are the animal that I think you are, I think I should leave your ass for the Sentinels to take back to Weapon X because believe me, girl, you don't know shit about suffering until they start peeling you apart a piece at a time. Now you ain't gonna heal in time before those transports get in so make a choice and make it quick because I am leaving in 30 seconds and I won't give a damn about what they're going to do to you and believe me I know."

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As Maria sat there on the dirty floor, contemplating her fate, a lyric to an old song came to mind, the lyric one she had committed to memory long ago.

Ooh death. Whooooah death. Won’t you spare me over ‘til a another year?

As Maria remembered the lines, humming the bars, she couldn’t help but smile at the hopelessness of it all. What had she said to Fenris the other day? Ah yes. The only certain thing in life… is death. It was a truth that Maria had been forced to embrace long ago. And apparently today was the day that her luck (haha, ‘luck’), had finally decided to run out. Death had come to take her to hell… and a part of her welcomed it.

So, with that thought in mind, Maria closed her eyes… her ears picking up sounds of oncoming police cars, Maria also hearing something in the air, something jet propelled. Ah. Sentinels. Of course. Knowing that Harry could escape to the Morlock tunnels, Maria sighed… and welcomed death... Only to blink with surprised when instead of giving her the beheading she deserved… Logan surprised her by doing something else entirely. He knelt down… and started to speak, Maria opening her eyes, her heart pounding like a drum as she listened, her cat-like, amber eyes wide.

“You can hear those vehicles incoming I'm willing to bet.” Logan asked, Maria frowning at that. Of course she could. Harry however blanched and paled.

“Now you got some choices to make girl and because I am a nice guy I'm going to outline them for ya. Now, I can leave you here and Harry could try and get you clear… but I am willing to bet that he won't be able to get you out of here in time without leaving behind a trail they can follow so you can't go back to the Morlocks because if you do then they will come for all of you.”

Maria blinked and felt her eyes narrow in thought, then glancing down at her insides, noting that she was still bleeding, this making her scowl. Shit. Probably not. The cops would no doubt have dogs, so she’d have to go for one of the smaller storm drains, and take it to the ocean, where she’d then have to swim… and knowing the cops, they probably have boats patrolling the harbor. Egh. Not fun.

“Second, I can just put you out of your misery now, which I am tempted, because you seem to don't give a damn about anyone or anything. At least when I was an animal I had compassion. I don't see any of that in those eyes of yours.”

Maria glared, her lips curling, showing fangs, but said nothing. Compassion? For who? Humans? Nope. None for them. Never for them. Again, she’ll start to show she cared about them the day they showed the same. Um, yea. Still waiting. The only people she cared about were her friends, Harry, Pulse, and Mouse, and the Morlocks. That’s it. They were the only ones that had earned her trust. Hadn’t she already established that?

“Third, I take you with me and we get you medical attention, and then we see if we can get that kid taken care of medically because, unlike you, I got friends who would help out without me needing to kill people for them or if they did they would have been taken out and I wouldn't have gotten caught. Now don't think that third choice is the best because it ain't, you're going to pay for those people that died back there, those innocent people you don't give a damn about.”

Maria frowned, confused. Wait. What? He was going to help her? Why? Not knowing what to say, Maria turned and looked up at Harry, the feral mutant arching a brow. What was going on? Harry could only shrug.

“I think you got Harry fooled. I think you are the animal that I think you are. I think I should leave your ass for the Sentinels to take back to Weapon X because believe me, girl, you don't know shit about suffering until they start peeling you apart a piece at a time. Now you ain't gonna heal in time before those transports get in so make a choice and make it quick because I am leaving in 30 seconds and I won't give a damn about what they're going to do to you and believe me I know.”

Maria sat there. Stunned. What the hell was going on? Why wasn’t he killing her? Why was she still alive. She should be killed. She WANTED to be killed. Killing her was the best option for everyone, right? After all. He was right about her. She WAS a monster. She needed to be put down. Everyone said so. Who was she to argue with the rest of the world? Maria was about to say as much, when a massive hand suddenly reached down and was pressed against her mouth, Maria blinking, looking up, seeing that Harry had knelt down next to her, one of his large hands silencing her, Harry giving her a look.

“Nope. Don’t you dare, Maria. Don’t you dare say what you were about to say. You don’t get the easy way out today. You’re going with him. Either that... or I stay here and wait for the Sentinels. You go or I stay. That’s the deal.” Harry said, Maria paling at his words. Then, before Maria could argue, Harry straightened and looked at Logan, Harry glaring at him. “You’re wrong about her. And she’ll prove it. It’s what she does best.” Harry said, his causing Maria to bow her head, the feral not knowing what to say to that, feeling strangely… humbled.

Harry then helped Maria to her feet, Maria letting out a small hiss of pain before looking up at Harry, the feral suddenly feeling like a kid again. For as long as she could remember Harry had been her rock, her sanctuary. No matter what she did, who she hurt, he always took her in, always helped her, protected her, and always thought she was more then what she was. To now go with this stranger, this Wolverine… it scared her. Despite her years, Maria, in many aspects, was still a child. She never had the milestones that most people had that prepared them for adulthood. She never graduated from college. Never got her driver’s license. She never went to college. She’d essentially had been kept from reaching her fullest potential, having accepted her fate long ago. But this was unfamiliar territory. Harry wanted her to go with a man she did not know. Harry wanted her to trust someone she did not trust. It was a step into unfamiliar territory, and it was unsettling to say the least. Maria wasn’t confident that she would not misstep. And the possibility of failure terrified her.

Harry smiled, watching Maria’s face transform, going from the savage animal to the uncertain child she was, deep down, at heart, and held out his arms, Maria stumbling forward into his embrace, the massive four armed mutant engulfing her in his arms, Harry feeling Maria tremble.

“Shh.” He murmured softly. “Go. You’ll be alright. Go. He’ll help you.” Harry promised, the four armed mutant looking up at those words and giving Logan a piercing glare. You better help her… or else. And then Harry released Maria… but not before slipping a cellphone into her jacket pocket, Maria feeling him do so, the feral nodding once, the message clear. If things got bad… call… and he’d send the cavalry. The cellphone was no doubt a gift from Mouse, Maria knowing that the cyberpath would have made sure that it was clean and untraceable. Then Harry turned… and walked over to a nearby water fountain, the four armed mutant bending low and easily lifting the eighty pound manhole cover, and, after giving Maria a goodbye wave, dropped down and disappeared into darkness… leaving Maria alone… with the Wolverine.

Maria turned to face Logan, a guarded look on her face, looking like a deer about to bolt. She stood there for a second. Uncertain. Confused. Afraid. Before giving herself a shake, and took a limping step forward, the feral remembering the first words she’d ever said to Harry all those years ago. “Lead… and I will follow.” She murmured, resigning herself to this newfound fate.

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notes: Feel free to reply or we can finish it here. If we finish it here, feel free to start the follow up thread? Feral will have no idea what to do or what to expect, and neither does the player, lol. ;-) This thread was awesome! Thank you!

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