Chapter 14: Making Moves

The Fastest Man Alive
Chapter 14:
Making Moves

Before we had even taken off for the dam across the Canadian border, Logan had taken me aside. “Look kid …I’m The Wolverine. I’m the best there is at what I do, but what I do best isn’t very nice. And this isn’t a situation like the last time. That other time you were in a rage when you took down that base. This time you’re sober, and you might have to kill a man in cold blood. Am not going to tell you not to come but you need to understand this isn’t like that.” That brought me up short because as much as I was super hyped going on an adventure with Logan. Yeah, finding another base like the one I was trapped in was not something I was looking forward to experiencing. Killing outside of anger wasn’t something I was looking forward to because even though I had no regrets about what I did in the heat of the moment. This situation was going to test my resolve.

I was still thinking about the inclination of my choices on the matter when Logan had taken off on his Harley. I stuffed those thoughts to the back of my mind, and I took off right next to him. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my license yet, but that was okay I had far too much energy to burn. So riding in that little sidecar, Logan pulled out wasn’t going to happen today. Since my body was slowly giving up sleep for the speed force, I was using my time to design new tech. Alfred was currently in a new body he had made for himself, and he was in his backpack form. This body had my new and improved microprocessor chips and a few miniature rail gun designs I was tinkering on. 

The miniature rail guns were sending out buckshot at mach seven in a quad barrel setup, which allowed us to cheat using shotgun shells in an emergency. 

The pack was powered with a spark of my lightning since I learned that I could infuse power into batteries as long as the frequency was in sync and that they will last extremely long. I wanted to extract some of the speed force down into a particle, but the tools were not available to me yet. Also, I didn’t want to fall back and rely on Tony’s arc reactor to be the particle housing. The speed particle was going to be my secret ingredient in powering a lot of my technology. With Alfred secure on my back, I was running alongside Logan on our way to get him some answers.

We crossed the Canadian border late at noon. We had no issues, which was strange really; but I had no complaints about it.  We were currently two miles out from the Dam Alfred had marked on the map, it wasn’t a hard trek through the forest since there were clear animal trails to use and ever so often Logan was pointing out soldier routes to me. 
This location was supposed to be some hidden base so that was no surprise to me since it would be unusual for no one to send out patrols.

Logan was noticing things that a city kid like myself had no clue about. That made it a very worthwhile learning experience for me. We soon came upon Alkali lake, and it was massive. The first X-Men movie did this lake no justice at all and somewhere in the gigantic dam is the information for Logan and the formula for Adamantium. Also known as one of the most durable metals known in the universe. We trekked up along the coast of the lake while weaving between the tree to keep out of the line of sight from the dam.

We got to about a football field length away from the dam when everything went to shit. 

WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP!

Overhead came a helicopter heading for the dam, and it looked like an old Huey transport chopper with an extended cargo bay. The helo was camo green and had blacked out windows, Logan and I watched it land on top of the dam and soldiers popped out of the back pushing what appeared to me prisoners forward. The soldiers were marching them forward when someone had tripped. From my location, I couldn’t see if it was a boy or a girl, but I did notice the soldiers waving around guns. Then there was a red beam that blasted out of the person on the floor. I knew that red beam, I have seen those beams in movies before. Those beams were so iconic it was up there with Logan’s claws and Captain America shield. My heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to hyperventilate right here on the spot.

Bap! Bap! Bap!

That was when I heard the gun blast and my heart stop.

There was no way that…….  Did that happen?

I didn’t even pay any more attention to Logan, I was up the wall and there among everyone within a split second. And it was who I thought it was. Scott fucking Summers the iconic leader of the X-men and wanna be Magneto’s second coming. He was dead on the ground with three shots to the chest. The Boy Scout snuffed out just like that no chance to fight back, no escape just a triple tap to the chest and boom dead.

This, this right here is why this fucking universe scares the shit out of me. You don’t know what will happen. Then I felt it that cold shiver was moving its way up my spine. That feeling of your death looming at you back. That feeling of lack of control was back again, and I was terrified.

“FREEZE DON’T MOVE”

“You didn’t have to shoot him, man, he only fell.”

“What the fuck? Who are you?”

With my appearance, everything kicked off all at once. With the death of such an iconic person, I now knew that I had no such thing as plot armor in this life.

A promise was made to myself when I realized what universe I was in. I promised myself that I would make a change, make a difference. I would become a beacon for everyone in the future, but what did I do — all this power and what have I been doing with it.

Nothing but let it all go to my head.

I wasn’t angry now, no; now I was focused, and this base was finished. The guards still had their guns on me when I looked up to meet their gazes. My face must have looked dreadful because they all flinched from the look I gave them. I heard the sound of one of the triggers clicking, and that was my signal to begin. With my motions flowing like water my claw constructs came out. Then I began to eviscerate every guard present on the top helipad. There was no escaping me, a soldier tried to jump off in an escape attempt, but with force constructed hand he was brought back directly onto my claws.

The helicopter was spinning up his rotors to get away, but it was already too late. I was now carrying a fist full of lightning, and the plane was about to feast on it.
BOOM!!!

The helo was no more, and now it was time to dismantle the base. My choice was made, if you don’t stop the bad guys, they will keep on being assholes. Alfred hopped off my back to look at the new people I had just rescued but they weren’t important right now. Right now, I had to inform Logan about the change of plans.

“Wolverine, come in Wolverine.” “What happened kid? Why did you vanish?” “Things happened, so we have to be flexible now. I have metas on the top helipad I need you to guard them while I go destroy the base.” “I wanted answers, and this was supposed to be a simple smash and grab kid.” Logan was now growling at me. “Wolverine. This wasn’t going to be some ordinary base.” My answer though got me a snort in return. “Top right, well come get me and don’t forget to get what you can about me after your finished rampaging.”

Before he was able to hang up the com’s, I was already down the side and bringing him back up to where all the Metahumans were stationed. 

With my sudden disappearance and reappearance, everyone jumped. Some guy even asked me if I was a teleporter. I was going to liberate everyone held captive in the base then I was going to bring them back to the X-mansion. I would have to build a Metahuman research and development department within the company soon. I wonder if I can get Ororo to do the counselor job, I do have to admit to myself that I don’t want Charles with such a position. 

“Alfred go through the ducts and get to the server room, shut down any self destructs and download everything. I want all their files about experiments and all the tech they have cooked up. Also, funnel all their money into our accounts after you clean it.”

With Alfred knowing what he needed to get done, I was already down through the door into a hallway filled with guards armed to the teeth heading upstairs to the burning Helo wreck.

“I hope you guys wore your brown pants.”

With that, I brought out my six arms construct then proceeded to tear into them.

Psylocke: Sexy Badass Mercenary for Hire.

Spiral was laid back with her legs kicked up on a desk while she filed her nails and painted the others. Her day was boring as could be, and she hated to take jobs like these. 
Fucking Mutant hunters, yes they pay well, but their treatment of her kind still made her skin crawl. Though the unique toys she gets to play with aren’t all bad either and as much ammo as she can carry and specially made toys to order. Nothing can beat that one bit, well maybe a muscled hunk tied to her bedpost might come in a close second, but a lady will have to make due. She was regretting taking this job. Not only was the base’s lead operations manager a greasy shit face but they had a shit base stuck in the middle of nowhere.