Return of Weapon X

Chapter 6

Stryker couldn’t stop the smile coming to his face even if he wanted to, Weapon X was playing his part beautifully and he wasn’t even aware of it.

“Sir?” A young man spoke; he was in full uniform and proudly displayed it as his gun remained proudly holstered at his side. He was a soldier working for this state of the art project, and he was honored to be fighting for his country against such soulless creatures. His name was Elliot Morrison.

“What can I do for you?” Stryker asked calmly, pleasantly even as though what was coming was a normal conversation you would have in a regular café.

“Your orders? Do you want us to bring in Weapon X?” Elliot asked eager to please and perhaps when this whole thing is over get a promotion. And Colonel Stryker would be the best person to suck up to because he made things happen on a level even past the President it seemed like.

“Three squads of fifty.” Stryker calmly stated as he put a few sheets of paper in a folder, the names of the three squads already chosen due to their scores and commitment was not as strong as the soldiers he was keeping close. They weren’t bothered by what was seen in this faculty.

“Fifty sir? I mean, I understand…” Elliot asked, unsure about whether or not that was necessary. After all this was only one man. Right? What harm could one man, mutant or not do? A hand held up stopped him from saying much more.

“So son, you don’t understand. I know what Weapon X is capable, he’ll cut down one squad of fifty men easily. He may not remember but he has over a hundred years of experience ahead of us and the added advantage of being indestructible coupled with feral senses. He’s more then a match. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about I worked with him over twenty years ago give or take a few years.” Stryker explained the second he cut off the young soldier in front of him. The naïveté of the boy would soon be cut from him the second he met good old Logan.

Stryker couldn’t help but nearly sneer at the boy’s naïve ignorance turn to blind conviction and willingness to please. Pity the boy probably won’t live past the extraction of Weapon X.

“Uh… Right! Yes sir.” Elliot hurriedly said with confidence in his own ability to fulfill his order to the fullest. He wanted to promise that they would get the mutant back here within twenty four hours or less but decided that it would have been seen as sucking up a bit too much. Hell, if his older brother was here he’d probably sneer at him and tell him to just kneel down already. Then again, his older brother was always an ass.

“Very good So…” Stryker calmly started when the door to his office was thrown in causing a picture to fall off the wall causing Stryker to frown angrily. This place was depressing as it was; he didn’t need pictures of his dead wife to be just disrespected like that. He couldn’t wait to move out of Alkali Lake’s base. The sooner the better and they would have better equipment to tend to their latest patients and their soon guest of honor.



Screams could be heard from broken mutants whose spirit was torn from them in every worse ways. Stryker was aware of everything that gone on in this base, even when the soldiers gave late night visits to the young woman in the mutant holds. The mess was always cleaned by next morning leaving a clean but sobbing mutant behind.

“Sir! Reports said that Magneto just broke out two hours ago!” A slightly bigger solder then Elliot burst in, he was frantic and a report that was faxed to them was held tightly in hand and slightly crumbled from his frantic movements in order to get here all the faster. This was important!

“How?!” Stryker demanded, the disgrace to his late wife momentarily forgotten as he stood up and snatched the report from the man’s hands and skimmed over it himself before pinning the man with a glare.

“Met…” The soldier nearly said while stumbling over his own words due to him rushing. What would they do?! Someone like that out on the streets could harm people! He should be assigned to catching Magneto instead of assigned to catch this so called important weapon. What a foolish idea.

“I know metal, it’s his element after all. How did he manage to get metal close to him?!” Stryker nearly growled as he glared angrily, did this man take him for a fool?! And what a show of disgrace for a solder of the USA! Stryker was disgusted.

“One of the security guards sir, he was showing signs of his iron being abnormally high. Magneto tore the metal right from his body sir.” The man managed to say, he noted Elliot was watching silently from their left as he was reporting. Boy oh boy did the Colonel not look happy.

“And they still let him in!” Stryker yelled angrily, such negligence was a disgrace to everything Stryker stood for! He could feel his whole body vibrate with anger. This was outrageous!

“Yes sir. They got sloppy, now we counted five dead sir.” The man said standing extra tall at this point as he held his hands at his side while he waited for what would come next. Probably more yelling, the man had a habit of yelling when he was angry.

“Damn it!” Stryker snapped, not so much for the dead but for their failure at keeping security up and efficient. Did he not set straight forward standards! Did he not make himself clear! Now look at what they did for their carelessness! They let a dangerous mutant terrorist back onto the streets.

“What about your plans sir?” Elliot asked, making sure to keep his tone more level then his fellow soldier while keeping his attention on the Colonel who seemed like he was going to blow his top and fill the room with lava or something along that line. He rarely saw the man as angry as he was a the moment.

“About cerebro? We will have to tend to that later, after we get the mutants in our way removed. Permanently if need be.” Stryker calmly said as he glared at them all, they were fools. They didn’t understand what he was trying to do, not by a long shot. Yes Magneto getting free would possibly cause a hindrance to his plans but it won’t stop him! If God be willing, he will succeed.

“Yes sir.” Elliot calmly stated with affirmation and conviction. Whatever was in store for those mutants, they won’t stand a chance.

“How soon do you wish we leave?” The man who was calmer now that he had a bigger view of what’s going on.

“Tomorrow night. Dismissed.” Stryker calmly said as he sat down abruptly and eyed the report with scrutiny as they left his office rather quickly. What happened to good soldiers these days?

~_~ Next Section ~_~

Logan fled as soon as the cooling blood on his hands caught his attention and the disgusted churn in his stomach brought him to a halting awareness. What did he do?! Logan cursed as he leant against a cold brick wall a few blocks away from the police station, holding his mouth in shock for a moment until the taste of bail and blood drove his stomach to heave and whatever he ate that day to come up.

“Oh fuck…” Logan cursed as he forced himself to move again until he found a public bathroom. He couldn’t stand looking at himself right now; he was ashamed of his own lack of control. The mirror ended up getting punched leaving the reflection it gives off bloody and warped. Just like he was. A bitter laugh echoed quietly as he washed the blood from his hands and anywhere else he could see blood. He would need to change his cloths.

He needed to get away. Away from what his lack of control. Away from people. Just away. Which was very unusual for him given who he was. Because usually when he gets like this its trouble coming his way and Logan always heads straight forward towards that trouble to both meet it head on and stop them before they could do whatever it was they wanted to do. This time however, his instincts told him to just get away. To do what he hated to do and run.

Growling he quickly made his way out of the bathroom and hurried down outside and down the street. He saw a car, motor running and whoever left it went inside to quickly grab something to eat and pay for the gas that person just filled it with. Looking around he saw no one so he quickly got in seeing that it was already detached from the pump and took off, ignoring how the man came out screaming at him. The cops would be called, but they had things to worry about and a car theft wouldn’t be on top of their priority list.

That’ll give him time to put some distance between himself and this place.

The car he was in wasn’t the cleanest and it smelled awful. A picture hung from the mirror of a woman and a child. He didn’t care to take a good look at it, it wasn’t his concern. His only concern was to get as much distance as the full tank would let him.

Along the way Logan turned on the radio, having to change the station from shit kids people listen to these days to the news he made sure to pay extra attention. It could save him from possible trouble along the way.

Not even twenty minutes of driving and pointless chit chat about the weather the good stuff started to come on, information that could be either useful for him or give him a heads up. He learnt that a Mutant terrorist broke out of a high security prison made especially for this no-name mutant. Though instinct told him the second it slipped about a plastic prison, Magneto was free. One more guy to avoid.

He also learnt that a warrant for his arrest was sent out to anyone listening. He was wanted for murder of six RCMP officers. Which meant the few he left alive ended up losing the battle against the injuries he left them with. Faintly he was glad that it wasn’t a city sized police station instead of a small town, if it were there’d be more cops and more deaths. His description was within the report so anyone either listening or watching the news would learn how to spot him.

“Fuckin’ great.” Logan growled angrily as his wrists hurt from his claws trying to come out despite how his wrists were bent in order to keep them from coming out while he was driving. The pain only increased his bad mood and a low snarl resounded from him.

He had to disappear!

He had to hide, which pissed him off the most. He was the Wolverine! He wasn’t the one who was suppose to be hiding like some coward, he was the one who sent the scumbags hiding! This situation was wrong, horribly wrong! Snarling angrily he straightened his wrists out and like he imagined they would, his claws sprung free leaving single drops of blood at the base. Three minutes, it took him to calm down enough to put them back in hiding as he slowed the car down. He didn’t realize that he was speeding down the highway angrily.

He couldn’t let himself get distracted like that! It could get him killed, somehow.