Post by Tom on Feb 21, 2011 15:45:10 GMT -5
Prypiat
Northern Ukraine
25 April 1986 (1986-04-25)
The wind cut through the tall grass as he lay on the hill side slowly moving through the tall grass like he was a snake. He had been in the Country now for nearly a week and had done nothing but stalk his prey and it was nearly the time to strike.
Four Heavily armed men began to slowly walk through the field and the Assassin slowly move into a position that would not compromise his position, and allow the four men to walk past him while he lay at their very feet. All four of them walked past him one nearly stepping on him and not even noticing his presence. With his Training and his pure instinct he could kill all four of them with pure skill and precision without any of them knowing what hit them, but that would eventually draw attention and for his mission, he needed to make sure his mark was eliminated before anyone knew what happen.
He continued to move silently through the field till he came to an open area. He looked around the area to make sure no one was around and he slowly stood up and then sprinted across the small open area to the back of the Apartment building. He quickly removed his Gililli suit and stuffed it in the large dumpster behind the building. He then opened the back door and entered the Apartment building. His High Powered Rifle was strapped across his back, and he didn’t want anyone to pay much attention to him so he stepped back out side and began to dig through his duffle back he had with him.
He removed a small device he pointed to the roof of the building and pulled the trigger sending a Grappling Line straight up the 8 story building it latched onto the roof of the building and he attached his rifle along with the duffle bag to the grappling gun and hit the ascension button and the items shot straight up and onto the roof.
He smirked as he reentered the building and began to head up the stairs. As he did he could see out the Stairwell windows the building was being patrolled by Armed Police and Russian Military. He headed towards the roof traveling quickly yet silently up the stairwell, hoping not to draw any attention of the Residences.
He hit the roof and quickly grabbed his rifle and duffle bag and attached the grappling gun back to his belt. He dropped down to his knees at the opposite side of the building from where he entered the small town at. And began to assemble his rifle and attached the tripod to the roof of the building and then began to survey the area with the scope looking for his target.
The Assassin found his target; about a quarter mile away stood a military group gathered around a single person. The Assassin adjusted his scope and began to take the first steps in dialing in on his target, One Shot One Kill, was the motto of any Sniper and This Assassin was no different.
As he took slow deep breaths in he focused on the banner next to him, the wind was blowing it to the Right meaning he needed to make sure he aimed slightly to the left of the target to make sure it hit on target.
He took two more breaths and as he inhaled he slowly squeezed the trigger sending a round directly toward the target, he maintained a visual as it cut through the subjects neck sending blood everywhere and exposing the crowd to panic.
The Assassin quickly ditched the Rifle and grabbed his Duffle bag throwing it over his shoulder and tightening it so it wouldn’t fall off in what he knew would be a quick escape.
He knew he had about a couple minutes before they realized it came from the building he was on, so he ran towards the stair well again, and as he neared the door, it swung open and there stood in the frame a towering figure, about an entire foot taller then the Assassin.
“Well….Fancy seeing you here Runt!”
The Assassin flinched slightly seeing the larger Blonde haired soldier in front of him.
Soon four soldiers followed the large blonde onto the roof.
“I thought I smelled you near….”
He said to the Assassin as he reached up with his left hand, suddenly
*SHINKT*
Three claws extended from his knuckles and they cut the duffle bag from his shoulder and it hit the dusty roof. The Assassin knew at this moment, his original plans of escaping were now out of the question.
“Creed……You’re always on the loosing side of things aren’t you Bub…”
The Feral Assassin said as he charged towards the Larger Mutant and the four soldiers, He extended the other set of claws from his right hand slicing into Creeds side sending the larger mutant to the ground quickly before he slashed at the four soldiers cutting their lives short, as he headed towards the stairs he could hear with his heightened hearing that more soldiers were coming up and he wasn’t getting down that way.
He quickly decided there was only one way down now. He ran towards the ledge and as he did he pulled the grappling hook from his belt and firing it directly at Creed and the Claw grapple wrapped around his leg. As Wolverine Jumped off the roof he took Creed sliding toward the Ledge, and as the slack gave away Wolverine plunged right into the side of the building and straight into an Apartments window.
He quickly got to his feet and scanned the room, there stood a scared young woman in the corner of the room, she was maybe 17 and he quickly realized he was in her bedroom.
“Sorry Kid….”
Just then her father burst into the room with his shotgun drawn pumping buckshot straight at Wolverine.
It made him flinch slightly as he hit the wall; he opened his eyes and moved towards the man, his healing factor healed the wounds almost instantly.
*SHINKT*
His claws came out as he cut the shotgun in half and pushed the shocked father aside. He ran towards the front door and swung it up just as Police officer stepped into the view, he was met with a quick punch to his face, and the force behind the punch knocked the Officer out cold. He ran towards the end of the hallway to the stairs and realized there was about 10 soldiers coming up them, He had to think quickly, and ran back towards the way he came, as he charged towards the other end of the hallway he leapt towards the window at the end of the hallway, as he burst through it he opened his eyes to see the bed of a pickup truck underneath him, he quickly flipped and landed on His back in the bed of the truck. He took a quick assessment of the situation and realized going back where he came from was out of the question he jumped into the truck and shoved the middle claw of his right hand into the starter and hit the gas and sped out of the area.
He was being chased now by about a half a dozen military personal now and he had little options to go. His escape route of the country would not for sure be foolish now that he has been identified by none other then his old Enemy Victor Creed.
His mind raced on where he could get away too, his original plan was to take a small Boat out of the country and into international waters where he was to be picked up by US military.
He swirved toward the airport, hoping he could get his hands on a plane or something and he could get out of this damn forsaken country.
As he neared the Airport the Military personal soon caught up with him and began to open fight on the truck he was driving, ripping into the side of it, Wolverine could feel a bullet enter his side, and he winched it pain and swirved the car into a fence knocking it down.
He aimed the truck towards a plane and set the cruise control. He opened the driver’s door and climbed up on the roof of the truck, hoping for one last daring escape, as the truck passed by the edge of the moving plane he leapt onto its wing and used a set of claws to hold on to. He quickly kicked his feet up and soon found himself on the wing of the plane as his truck kept cruising away. He moved passed the large propellers. He reached the door of the plane just as it was opening with a Crew member looking out to see what the noise on the wing was. Wolverine grabbed him and pulled him out of the plane and quickly shut the door behind him.
He traveled to the cockpit of the plane and extended his claws towards the Pilot.
“Fly this thing Or I’ll make sure this is the last flight attempt you ever make….”
Wolverine said to the scared to death Pilot. After a few seconds the plane was up in the air
“Keep us up and in this direction, Or I’ll give you two options…I throw you out or I gut you then throw you out.”
Wolverine turned away from the cockpit when his Heightened Sense of smell suddenly smelled something he had shouldn’t have.
He extended his claws and exited out of the cockpit and back into the main cargo bay.
“So…Runt How you wanna do this?”
There stood Creed, slowly taking off his jacket and cracking his neck.
“Well…I wanna make sure I never seen your ugly face again.”
Wolverine said as the two charged towards each other.
This time Creed was ready for the attack and blocked both strikes that wolverine tried to inflict on him, and dealt a blow to wolverines back that ripped into his flesh.
“Come on Brother….You can do better then this cant you?”
Wolverine flinched abit as his healing factor took effect.
“I thought you were the best at this…”
Creed chuckled again as he charged towards the much smaller Feral Mutant. The two engaged in a very brutal battle that of which Wolverine was on the loosing end of, Creed had Strength over him, but Wolverine was faster and more durable with his Skeleton laced with Adamantium But it made his healing factor about equal to Creeds with all the poisonous Metal in his body.
Wolverine jammed his left set of claws into Creeds stomach trying to do as much damage as possible, but all Creed did was throw Wolverine around and away from him dislodging the claws.
Sabretooth hit the manual release to the bay door and the Cargo bay door slowly open revealing a very long fall
“So…even with that fancy metal in your bones, you think it’s gonna withstand the fall?”
Wolverine slowly sat up with his back towards the bay doors and said.
“Bub I’d be more worried about you…”
The two again engaged while doing so they rolled around the floor of the plane stabbing and scratching whatever they could, Blood filled and sprayed across the bay.
After a few seconds Sabretooth had Wolverine on his back and was about to go for the face when Creed noticed out the bay doors two Rockets heading their way.
“What…..I told them to wait….”
Wolverine turned his head slightly and got a look at the rockets.
“I guess you’re just as expendable as always Victor…”
Wolverine spoke just as the rockets hit the plane tearing it to pieces and sending the two Feral Mutants burning and plummeting to earth below.
Northern Ukraine
25 April 1986 (1986-04-25)
The wind cut through the tall grass as he lay on the hill side slowly moving through the tall grass like he was a snake. He had been in the Country now for nearly a week and had done nothing but stalk his prey and it was nearly the time to strike.
Four Heavily armed men began to slowly walk through the field and the Assassin slowly move into a position that would not compromise his position, and allow the four men to walk past him while he lay at their very feet. All four of them walked past him one nearly stepping on him and not even noticing his presence. With his Training and his pure instinct he could kill all four of them with pure skill and precision without any of them knowing what hit them, but that would eventually draw attention and for his mission, he needed to make sure his mark was eliminated before anyone knew what happen.
He continued to move silently through the field till he came to an open area. He looked around the area to make sure no one was around and he slowly stood up and then sprinted across the small open area to the back of the Apartment building. He quickly removed his Gililli suit and stuffed it in the large dumpster behind the building. He then opened the back door and entered the Apartment building. His High Powered Rifle was strapped across his back, and he didn’t want anyone to pay much attention to him so he stepped back out side and began to dig through his duffle back he had with him.
He removed a small device he pointed to the roof of the building and pulled the trigger sending a Grappling Line straight up the 8 story building it latched onto the roof of the building and he attached his rifle along with the duffle bag to the grappling gun and hit the ascension button and the items shot straight up and onto the roof.
He smirked as he reentered the building and began to head up the stairs. As he did he could see out the Stairwell windows the building was being patrolled by Armed Police and Russian Military. He headed towards the roof traveling quickly yet silently up the stairwell, hoping not to draw any attention of the Residences.
He hit the roof and quickly grabbed his rifle and duffle bag and attached the grappling gun back to his belt. He dropped down to his knees at the opposite side of the building from where he entered the small town at. And began to assemble his rifle and attached the tripod to the roof of the building and then began to survey the area with the scope looking for his target.
The Assassin found his target; about a quarter mile away stood a military group gathered around a single person. The Assassin adjusted his scope and began to take the first steps in dialing in on his target, One Shot One Kill, was the motto of any Sniper and This Assassin was no different.
As he took slow deep breaths in he focused on the banner next to him, the wind was blowing it to the Right meaning he needed to make sure he aimed slightly to the left of the target to make sure it hit on target.
He took two more breaths and as he inhaled he slowly squeezed the trigger sending a round directly toward the target, he maintained a visual as it cut through the subjects neck sending blood everywhere and exposing the crowd to panic.
The Assassin quickly ditched the Rifle and grabbed his Duffle bag throwing it over his shoulder and tightening it so it wouldn’t fall off in what he knew would be a quick escape.
He knew he had about a couple minutes before they realized it came from the building he was on, so he ran towards the stair well again, and as he neared the door, it swung open and there stood in the frame a towering figure, about an entire foot taller then the Assassin.
“Well….Fancy seeing you here Runt!”
The Assassin flinched slightly seeing the larger Blonde haired soldier in front of him.
Soon four soldiers followed the large blonde onto the roof.
“I thought I smelled you near….”
He said to the Assassin as he reached up with his left hand, suddenly
*SHINKT*
Three claws extended from his knuckles and they cut the duffle bag from his shoulder and it hit the dusty roof. The Assassin knew at this moment, his original plans of escaping were now out of the question.
“Creed……You’re always on the loosing side of things aren’t you Bub…”
The Feral Assassin said as he charged towards the Larger Mutant and the four soldiers, He extended the other set of claws from his right hand slicing into Creeds side sending the larger mutant to the ground quickly before he slashed at the four soldiers cutting their lives short, as he headed towards the stairs he could hear with his heightened hearing that more soldiers were coming up and he wasn’t getting down that way.
He quickly decided there was only one way down now. He ran towards the ledge and as he did he pulled the grappling hook from his belt and firing it directly at Creed and the Claw grapple wrapped around his leg. As Wolverine Jumped off the roof he took Creed sliding toward the Ledge, and as the slack gave away Wolverine plunged right into the side of the building and straight into an Apartments window.
He quickly got to his feet and scanned the room, there stood a scared young woman in the corner of the room, she was maybe 17 and he quickly realized he was in her bedroom.
“Sorry Kid….”
Just then her father burst into the room with his shotgun drawn pumping buckshot straight at Wolverine.
It made him flinch slightly as he hit the wall; he opened his eyes and moved towards the man, his healing factor healed the wounds almost instantly.
*SHINKT*
His claws came out as he cut the shotgun in half and pushed the shocked father aside. He ran towards the front door and swung it up just as Police officer stepped into the view, he was met with a quick punch to his face, and the force behind the punch knocked the Officer out cold. He ran towards the end of the hallway to the stairs and realized there was about 10 soldiers coming up them, He had to think quickly, and ran back towards the way he came, as he charged towards the other end of the hallway he leapt towards the window at the end of the hallway, as he burst through it he opened his eyes to see the bed of a pickup truck underneath him, he quickly flipped and landed on His back in the bed of the truck. He took a quick assessment of the situation and realized going back where he came from was out of the question he jumped into the truck and shoved the middle claw of his right hand into the starter and hit the gas and sped out of the area.
He was being chased now by about a half a dozen military personal now and he had little options to go. His escape route of the country would not for sure be foolish now that he has been identified by none other then his old Enemy Victor Creed.
His mind raced on where he could get away too, his original plan was to take a small Boat out of the country and into international waters where he was to be picked up by US military.
He swirved toward the airport, hoping he could get his hands on a plane or something and he could get out of this damn forsaken country.
As he neared the Airport the Military personal soon caught up with him and began to open fight on the truck he was driving, ripping into the side of it, Wolverine could feel a bullet enter his side, and he winched it pain and swirved the car into a fence knocking it down.
He aimed the truck towards a plane and set the cruise control. He opened the driver’s door and climbed up on the roof of the truck, hoping for one last daring escape, as the truck passed by the edge of the moving plane he leapt onto its wing and used a set of claws to hold on to. He quickly kicked his feet up and soon found himself on the wing of the plane as his truck kept cruising away. He moved passed the large propellers. He reached the door of the plane just as it was opening with a Crew member looking out to see what the noise on the wing was. Wolverine grabbed him and pulled him out of the plane and quickly shut the door behind him.
He traveled to the cockpit of the plane and extended his claws towards the Pilot.
“Fly this thing Or I’ll make sure this is the last flight attempt you ever make….”
Wolverine said to the scared to death Pilot. After a few seconds the plane was up in the air
“Keep us up and in this direction, Or I’ll give you two options…I throw you out or I gut you then throw you out.”
Wolverine turned away from the cockpit when his Heightened Sense of smell suddenly smelled something he had shouldn’t have.
He extended his claws and exited out of the cockpit and back into the main cargo bay.
“So…Runt How you wanna do this?”
There stood Creed, slowly taking off his jacket and cracking his neck.
“Well…I wanna make sure I never seen your ugly face again.”
Wolverine said as the two charged towards each other.
This time Creed was ready for the attack and blocked both strikes that wolverine tried to inflict on him, and dealt a blow to wolverines back that ripped into his flesh.
“Come on Brother….You can do better then this cant you?”
Wolverine flinched abit as his healing factor took effect.
“I thought you were the best at this…”
Creed chuckled again as he charged towards the much smaller Feral Mutant. The two engaged in a very brutal battle that of which Wolverine was on the loosing end of, Creed had Strength over him, but Wolverine was faster and more durable with his Skeleton laced with Adamantium But it made his healing factor about equal to Creeds with all the poisonous Metal in his body.
Wolverine jammed his left set of claws into Creeds stomach trying to do as much damage as possible, but all Creed did was throw Wolverine around and away from him dislodging the claws.
Sabretooth hit the manual release to the bay door and the Cargo bay door slowly open revealing a very long fall
“So…even with that fancy metal in your bones, you think it’s gonna withstand the fall?”
Wolverine slowly sat up with his back towards the bay doors and said.
“Bub I’d be more worried about you…”
The two again engaged while doing so they rolled around the floor of the plane stabbing and scratching whatever they could, Blood filled and sprayed across the bay.
After a few seconds Sabretooth had Wolverine on his back and was about to go for the face when Creed noticed out the bay doors two Rockets heading their way.
“What…..I told them to wait….”
Wolverine turned his head slightly and got a look at the rockets.
“I guess you’re just as expendable as always Victor…”
Wolverine spoke just as the rockets hit the plane tearing it to pieces and sending the two Feral Mutants burning and plummeting to earth below.