Story Scene

[adamantiumloner]

Logan sat out on a white swinging bench hanging from the back porch of the mansion. His eyes were fixed out on the horizon watching as the sun set over the trees. The chain squeaked lightly as the bench swung back and forth and he began to doze off.

He was awaken by the sound of chopper blades slicing through the air on thier approach. His eyes snapped open and he looked out over the trees and saw the forms of helicopters caught in the moonlight. He snarled and moved to get up and then felt the cold steel of a gun muzzle pressed against his ear. "Hey there Wolverine...miss me? We sure missed you." He growled low and attacked. The movement was fast and fierce, his arm swinging around and claws extending in one swift motion. There was the sound of metal slicing coinciding or being followed quickly after with a sharp bang.

The porch swing crashed down on the porch with a loud bang and Logan fell out of it with a resounding thud. He got up snarling and whirling around and growled in annoyance when he saw the porch and sky empty. Straightening up Logan retracted his claws and grumbled in irritation as he tried to smooth down his raised neck hairs and looked at the mess he'd made of the porch swing.

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[adamantine-past.livejournal.com]

Logan just nodded, "Well you got him so guess that's all that matters. All we gotta worry about now is him showin up again sometime and maybe a few other unwanted folks poppin in..." They'd come looking soon enough, he was sure of it. Just didn't want to dwell on it is all. He'd deal with it though, hopefully before it became a problem for Kit and the others.

[twisted-kit.livejournal.com]

"HOw many other "unwanteds" and how well armed?" she asked crypticaly. "And better, how can I help?" she slipped into teh garage and looked ta teh row of keys she'd hung there.