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 Logan arched an eyebrow. Not his favorite kind of plan but what else was there? Kyle was right. They had to move fast and they had to move now before these Weapon X assholes decided to make off with Laura. "Fine by me. Get them nice and distracted and we'll do what we needa do. Might give us enough time to get in and out before they realize who's even come knocking at their door." Though Logan had a suspicion that if they knew another rogue Weapon X asset was on their doorstep, they'd wet themselves to get both back to their facility. The less they realized who he was and what he was doing here the better. "Let's get this show on the road," he said. The truck began to move. Madin stood in the back seat, torso out the truck's window, left hand holding the oh shit handle over the door for dear life. They curled plasma around their right hand, throwing it like a spear in an arc at the gate post the moment they were within range. It hit the road with a boom. A moment later, they sent two more bolts after it, aiming directly at the structure now that they'd sent off a warning shot. Flames crackled in dry grass where the plasma - or pieces of the gate house - had landed. They pulled themself back into the truck, resisting the urge to check the rifle they no longer carried. For just a moment, it had felt like old times, and then they were back beside Doug and it wasn't there or those people anymore. Doug detected one logistical issue with moving the vehicle back toward the gate - Kyle was still driving and supposed to be hopping out to get the guards. And letting the truck come to a stop right in the field of fire seemed like a bad idea. "Okay, Wildchild, we're gonna have to Mr. and Mrs. Smith this," he announced. Catching a smirk from the lanky feral, Doug snorted. "No, you're gonna be the one with -your- butt on -my- dick, so you don't get to make jokes," he said before Kyle could even open his mouth. "Thank fuck for bench seats," he muttered. Trying this in a bucket seat would have been worse. They had the passenger side facing the gate, which meant Kyle would have cover as he exited the door. "Okay," Doug said as he placed one hand on the wheel next to Kyle's and started sliding over the seat back. "On my mark in five, four..." He judged the rate as they closed on the gate. "Mark!" he yelled, lunging toward the driver's seat. Kyle went out the open driver's door as Doug got his leg onto the seat, rolling once, and coming up running. He could see Logan just a few steps ahead, already mixing it up, and came around the older man's side, pulling one of the guards off by his face. A handful of claws into the cheeks did a great job moving someone where you wanted - and where Kyle wanted "guard in a headlock getting his stupid throat choked out until he fell down." Logan had leapt from the truck as soon as he'd heard "mark", letting the door swing whichever way it wanted behind him. The bullets slamming into him in the few steps before he barrelled into the midst of the guards reminded him just exactly how much he hated being the healing invincible part of things. But at least he healed. He let out a low snarl as he used the full weight of his adamantium laced skeleton to deck a guard before swinging back around to sink his claws into the middle of another. One movement rolling into the next as he and Kyle weaved through the guards and put them down as fast as possible. |
