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Damn. A little recon mission turns into a bloodbath. I hate it when things don't go the way I plan. The doorway turns out to be the entrance to this underground laboratory. I snoop around a little, and right down there, before my very eyes, they've got some kid chained to the wall. Nothin' more I hate than people messing with kids. Can't be more than eighteen years old. With what I know about McLaurence, and the AML, there's no question in my mind that the kid is a mutant, and what they're doin' ain't good. One of the techs sticks the kid with a syringe. No time to ask questions. Time to go.

Bone claws. Not as sharp without their adamantium shells, but just as effective, when it comes to takin' down the opposition. Just got to know where to stick

The two perimeter guards go down without a sound. No sense in announcing myself. Can't be less than fifteen armed guards in here. I start to make my way along the wall, try to be inconspicuous. Suddenly I catch a scent. Coming from the kid. Death. I can feel anger boiling up from the pit of my gut. This ain't some derranged killer! Just a kid! Killed him with one injection.!

-Grr...-

Just a damn kid! He's still alive, whatever they gave him is eating from the inside. The stench is getting stronger. Rolling over me in waves. Vision getting hazy.

-GGRRR...-

...Losing control... animal is taking over inside me... fight it... Fight It! FIGH...

-GRRRRAAAAHHHHH!!!!-

... STOP! Calm down!.. Get a hold. Get control. I look around myself. Bodies strewn everywhere around me. Lost it. Went completely berzerk. Covered in blood up to my elbows. Have to deal with it later. Kid is still alive. Maybe I can get him help. Have to find the syringe that they gave him. Someone moans. It's the tech that stuck the kid. I grab him by the shirt and lift him up, off of his feet.

"Where's the syringe that you stuck the kid with?"

Silence.

I pop a claw out and run it through his shoulder. He screams in agony, and tries to writhe out of my grip. No luck for him.

"Don't make me ask twice," I say.

His eyes flicker to a table, where the syringe is laying. I pick it up and stick it in the pocket of my pants, careful to cover the needle up first.

"What were ya doin' down here?" I demand.

"Nothing. I swear," He replies, feebly.

I swipe the claw across his stomach, openning him up. His guts spill on the floor. I'm in no mood for this crap. He gasps in shock, and then starts screaming.

"As you can see," I say as calmly as I can muster, "I don't like it when folks lie to me. Now, if I have to ask ya one more time, yer gonna find out just how much of a bad mood I'm in." Can't waste time, the kid's barely hangin' on.

"Genetic research... mutant genes..." he manages to stammer. "Finding weaknesses is in the structures in order to be able to terminate them more efficiently."

"Like you did with the kid?" I ask.

He nods, grimacing in anguish.

"What did you do with the formula?" I demand from him.

His eyes roll up into the back of his head, and his body goes slack. Dead. Damn! I drop his body to the floor. Gotta hurry. Release the kid from his bonds.

"Faxed it..." I hear the kid whisper.

"What? The formula?" I ask.

He nods his head feebly. I throw him over my shoulder, and sprint to the fax machine. Look for the formula. All I find is a pile of burnt ashes. Hit the redial button on the fax. The display gives me a number.

"Alright kid, we're outta here." I say, as I bound out the doorway. The kid is completely limp over my shoulder. Can barely smell a trace of life from the kid. Out into the tunnel. Hold on kid. Hold on. Then he's gone. He's been overtaken by death.

"I'm sorry, kid." I say, laying him down next to the tunnel wall. I start to feel the fury boil in my gut again. Going to pay. Going to PAY!!!

"Freeze mutie!"

I look up. It's Mikey McLaurence. He's got a handgun on me. BANG! I take a bullet in the shoulder. Hardly feel it. I start walking towards him. Hole's already filled over. BANG! Another one, this time in the gut. I'm walk faster, closing on him quick. He starts to backpedal, empties the clip on me. I charge and leap at him, but he trips over one of the sub rails. Lands right on the power track. I watch as Mikey is intstantly lighted up with hundreds of thousands of volts. The tunnel fills with the stench of charred flesh. Great. Just what I need. Another dead body.

I make my way out of the tunnel, and hop up on the platform. Nobody's around to notice me. I make my way up the stairs back out on the streets of New York. I hate days like this.