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    Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Prologue By: Kath713/Leen713 Rating: PG-13 (violence, language) Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2 Summary: The X-Men are
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      Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Prologue

      By: Kath713/Leen713

      Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)

      Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2

      Summary: The X-Men are once again are drawn into conflict by
      Stryker, but this time, there will be no union with the
      Brotherhood...even as the gathering storm approaches...

      Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to the Marvel characters or
      any character from a previously published source portrayed in this

      Reviews: Any feedback would be great and is appreciated!


      Author's note: I just realized a mistake, everywhere online they
      list Stryker as General Stryker, but I watched X2 again and the
      president calls him Colonel Stryker. If I want to stay true to the
      movie, I'm just going to assume in the eight months in between X2
      and the X-Books, he gave himself a promotion. Good for him… :-)


      The Sentinel entered slowly into the landing bay through a docking
      door at one end of a large, underground hanger. It was still in its
      disk-like form, the shape it took in flight, and touched the ground
      on four shortened appendages. Immediately, the craft was surrounded
      by soldiers, all heavily armed, on the chance that one of the
      transported mutant prisoners may have awoken.

      From a grated bridge, high above the hanger floor, General William
      Stryker looked down with undisguised satisfaction. The
      Sentinel's hull bore signs of the battle, however, the inner
      mechanics had not been affected, and it had not had any problems
      returning to the base.

      A second team of soldiers were approaching the bottom of the
      Sentinel and opened a long door that swung down to the ground. They
      entered the craft in teams of two, bearing the
      unconscious `passengers' out on long stretchers. Stryker
      tapped his gloved fingers against the bridge's guard rail
      thoughtfully until the three mutants were taken out of the hanger
      towards the holding cells.

      Three, he thought with a measure of relief, Three will be enough for
      now. This was only our first run with the Sentinel. Three is a

      The stranger would be pleased. Stryker knew his name but did not
      like to use it. Simply thinking of him as `the stranger' was
      enough for now. The stranger would get what he wanted, living
      mutant subjects but, none of the three were the mutant Stryker

      No matter, he thought, Magneto is on his way here now. I hope he
      doesn't mind finding a few forgotten ghosts when he arrives.

      Stryker grinned broadly and headed down to the hanger. The soldiers
      were already beginning preparations for the arrival of their
      guests. Not by securing the base or preparing for attack, but by
      evacuating the outer sections and moving deeper into the mountain.
      Most of the troops would leave to join the approaching soldiers
      coming from Chicago, and only a scattered few would remain.

      Stryker did not intend to lose decent, loyal, human Americans to the
      approaching mutant threat. His primary goal remained the same, and
      he would use mutants to kill mutants. The living three, who would
      shortly be secured within, would serve another purpose until the
      stranger arrived to collect them…bait.

      Stryker reached the ground floor as dozens of troops began falling
      back out of the hanger. He stopped one commander and put a proud
      hand on his shoulder.

      "Get everyone out ASAP," Stryker said, and added, "Then,
      get the Systems Ops boys in place. Those mutants have been in
      stasis for some time now…I'm sure they're ready to

      "Yes, sir," the commander replied quickly and headed out down
      a long main hallway.

      Stryker flexed his hands with a dull cracking sound, a vicious
      excitement fluttering in his chest. The lights in the hanger began
      to go out, one at a time, until the starry night sky shone brightly
      through the open docking doors.

      In the dark beyond, there was one individual left behind. One with
      senses keen enough to hear the General's fingers pop, and see his
      white gleaming row of teeth as he smiled. However, it was his scent
      she recognized most…familiar…hated.

      Deathstrike peered across the hanger from her hidden position on the
      Sentinel. Her eyes were wide, disbelieving at first who she now saw
      standing across the large room, but her senses never lied. Stryker
      was alive. It was impossible, Magneto had left him to drown in
      chains, but there he stood, smiling affectionately towards the
      craft. For a moment, she thought his eyes had met hers, but then he
      turned and followed his soldiers down the hall.

      The hall door hissed shut, and Deathstrike swung herself down from
      the Sentinel and landed silently on the floor. She felt cold, ice
      down to her bones at seeing the dead man alive. She had, months
      ago, convinced herself that revenge on Stryker and his men had been
      fulfilled. Now, the nightmare walked again, and she felt angry

      Yuriko looked down at her hands and flexed them once. The cracking
      sound was much louder than from Stryker's knuckles, metallic and
      unnatural. She held her palms upward and stared into them, years of
      torture playing before her again. A single tear struck her right
      hand and puddled in the few smooth life lines.

      Deathstrike suddenly clenched her fists and her teeth ground
      together angrily. She looked up, toward the dark hall and rage
      shone from her face. Her eyes sparkled like a cat's in the
      night, predator with a new found prey.

      Then, she tilted her head and frowned. Stryker was evacuating his
      men, leaving this machine and all of their equipment behind. As if
      they were not expecting anyone to follow, as if they were safe…
      closing down for the night…

      It's a trap, she thought quickly, knowing Stryker's mind as
      well as her own, He knows we'll follow the Sentinel here…

      Deathstrike touched the ear worn communicator and spoke quietly.

      "Magneto…Magneto, respond," she said. The only answer
      she heard was static.

      Torn between duty and revenge, Deathstrike stood near the large open
      door and stared out at the night sky. The clouds were rolling in
      again, and the temperature was dropping rapidly. The danger lay
      before them, and behind them.

      Despite what Stryker had made her to be, she was still human, still
      Yuriko. And she wanted that more than revenge. Her teammate had
      been taken deep into the base by the soldier, and Magneto and the
      others would arrive soon. Stryker knew both of these things…but
      did not know she stood in the middle.

      In Deathstrike's eyes, the Brotherhood had their enemy
      surrounded. A vicious smiled spread across her face, revenge and
      duty were suddenly the same. Yuriko Oyama outstretched one hand and
      drew her claws across the open door, a sign of her presence for her
      approaching Brothers. Then, with graceful skill, she moved through
      the shadows, and into the halls beneath the mountain.

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