Caged Within

The lights overhead were dim, barely lighting the large room, long shadows cast about the walls and floor. In the middle was a large table with several chairs, currently occupied by by six figures. Only the sound of one of them babbling away about swords and the quiet clicking of the clock on the wall filled the silence. A few frustrated and annoyed groans mixed in but the one talking did not stop, only encouraged to go on, especially from a glare from one of the larger people.



Victor Creed, also sometimes known as Sabretooth, was not a very patient man at times. Just because he was on this same team as Wade did not mean he would tolerate his behavior or his smartass mouth. Right now, the large feral was very tempted to rip the constantly talking mutant's lips off and shove them down his throat. The mental image was rather pleasing, making the dark haired man grin darkly, causing said source of annoyance to faulter for a moment then instantly resume.



"Godammit Wade, do you ever shut up?" Logan groaned from beside his brother, rubbing his face. It was obvious the smaller feral was running low on patience as well, all the others too, save for Wade of course. They had all been called to this room by Stryker but said man had yet to arrive. Said man seemed to be taking his sweet time in coming, probably purposely letting them sit there to drive the team nuts. "Probably when I die," Wade answered, grinning broadly as he leaned towards the smaller of the two ferals.



"That can be arranged," Victor growled, his claws extending slightly, on the edge of his patience. The chatterbox had the audacity to just grin wider, his eyes narrowing in challenge. However, before either could make a move, the man they had all been waiting for decided to make an appearance. "Gentlemen," Stryker said with a pleasant smile, obviously a false attitude of professional friendliness. "About damn time," Logan muttered under his breath, earning a snort of agreement from his older brother as the group reluctantly relaxed and settled.



"About an hour ago, an unforeseen attack occurred near Central Park in New York City. It is believed that a mutant has gone on a rampage, attacking anything in its path."



The projector turned on, a news clip playing on the screen. It was a scene of utter madness, a crowded street of screaming, terrified people fleeing for their lives, even abandoning their cars. Smoke was billowing into the air from flaming/ damaged cars and buildings were sporting large slash marks from claws of some kind, splatters of blood on the ground, buildings, and some unfortunate people. The clip was obviously from a news crew, a female reporter hurriedly talking to the camera on a microphone as she hurried through the madness despite the obvious danger.



A screeching roar filled the air, blaring through the speaks and making a couple of the team members wince. The crowd went into a frenzy as a massive black figure could be seen charging through the smoke, trampling those who were unfortunate enough to be in the way and sending others flying. The figure was charging towards the reporter and her camera man, who instantly panicked and tried to flee, the camera turning to show they were running with the crowd.



It was in vain though, as a large black tail like that of a scorpion and a white stinger lashed out in front of the camera and disappeared at the bottom. There were two cries of pain and surprise as the camera went flying and clattered to the ground, the clip turning to static. At this, the scene switched to the main news reel as the newsman began babbling on about what was shown. It was cut short as the projector was turned off.



All gazes snapped to Stryker, who's expression was a carefully calm expression. "This mission is of a capture or kill category. Police reports say the creature is heading towards downtown and that the creature shows regenerative capabilities. The main objective is to capture it, but if that cannot be done, kill it. You'll be heading out in ten minutes," the gray haired man said. Without anything else, he turned, exiting the room. Not needed to be told anything else, the team quickly exited the room to prepare.



"What do you think it was?" Logan asked, walking along with his brother towards the bay. "Don't know don't care, just as long as I get some action," Victor replied, grinning in a feral manner as he strode along with his claws retracting and extending in anticipation. This mission was certainly looking like it would provide a challenge and lots of bloodshed, something the large feral enjoyed greatly. Maybe he'd get to find a pretty little frail along the way to have some fun with too. The grin on the large man's face grew more malicious, a wary look in his brother's own expression as they got into their team's jet.