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FIC: X-Book 3: Within the Storm, PG-13, Chpt 5

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    Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Chapter Five: The Mutants of Systems Operations By: Kath713/Leen713 Rating: PG-13 (violence, language) Genre: Crossover,
    Message 1 of 1 , Feb 18, 2004
      Title: X-Book 3: Within the Storm - Chapter Five: The Mutants of
      Systems Operations

      By: Kath713/Leen713

      Rating: PG-13 (violence, language)

      Genre: Crossover, SPOILERS FOR X2

      Summary: see prologue for book 3

      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!


      Chapter Five:

      A soldier stood on a grated platform overlooking a large room, as
      five mutants walked in quick order across the floor. Each was a
      male, about thirty years in age, but their eyes looked much older.
      They marched with practiced steps, following the orders directed at
      them without question.

      However, the doomed soldier would never be the one giving those
      mutants orders again. He was trying to cry out to the scattered
      others of his team but a strong hand covered his mouth, as he was
      drug into the shadows. When the muffling hand moved, long claws
      slashed his throat and he could only choke quietly on his own blood
      as he died.

      Lady Deathstrike lowered her victim to the ground slowly, and did
      not look at him as she withdrew her claws from his back. Her eyes
      stared forward, unblinking as she searched for her main target.
      However, she had not seen Stryker again since entering the
      compound. She took a moment to stare down at the line of young men

      The guards kept their guns leveled at the five, but Deathstrike did
      not think they looked capable of a fight. Their scents were full of
      emotion, an odorous mixture of fear and anticipation. They were all
      pale, as if they had not been in the sun for many years, and by the
      way the soldiers were treating them, she guessed that they were

      One of them wore dark glasses and used a simple cane to feel his way
      along the floor. Two stood side-by-side, glaring with vicious glee
      and laughing as they spoke in low voices. The shortest one walked
      along cooperatively, but had a sort of muzzle over his face to
      prevent him from opening his mouth. The last was the tallest and
      oldest by far, standing in somber silence in the front of the line,
      not looking into the eyes of the humans around him.

      Deathstrike frowned and listened to the commander as he spoke to

      "Two groups of mutants have entered the compound," the
      soldier spoke loudly, "Your mission is to stop them from reaching
      the captured targets within the cell block. Lethal force has been
      authorized by General Stryker..."

      The two mutants standing next to each other exchanged wide grins and
      then returned their eyes to the commander. The mutant with the dark
      glasses shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot and gripped his cane
      tightly in front of him with both hands.

      "However," the commander continued, "The mutant known as
      Magneto is to be taken alive. When he has been incapacitated, bring
      him directly to the General. Is that clear?"

      "Yes, sir," four of them said in unison, and the one who was
      muzzled nodded to indicate his affirmative.

      "All right..." the commander said, and then raise his eyes to
      the other soldiers, "Let's move out!"

      Deathstrike stepped backward into the dark again as the troops began
      to empty from the room, leaving the five mutants unattended. She
      noticed then each soldier wore strange devices over their heads
      instead of helmets. The clear lenses over their eyes reflected the
      dimming overhead lights.

      Before the commander left, the tallest of the mutants stepped
      forward and spoke. Deathstrike heard the fear in his voice.

      "Sir?" he asked, and the commander spun towards him angrily,
      "What about Cody...I mean, what about Weinberg, sir?"

      The commander's stern gaze faltered for a moment, "Weinberg
      will be dispatched by the General's orders only...when Magneto is

      The tallest mutant nodded again, and took a step back to fall into
      line. Deathstrike narrowed her eyes on him and wondered why
      this `Weinberg' caused him and the commander such alarm.

      Through the grated floor beneath her feet, she could see soldiers
      moving out of the central door. The commander was last, speaking to
      another soldier about returning to the main control room.
      Deathstrike grinned softly, and decided to follow the troops to the
      compound's central operations.

      However, she paused again to glance at the five mutants and frowned.

      The smallest was pulling at the muzzle around his face, until one of
      the two gleeful mutants held out one hand, and the locks popped.
      The other chuckled in delight and cracked his knuckles audibly.

      "Thanks," the small mutant said aloud and a small vibration
      ran along the room's walls.

      Telekinetic, Deathstrike noted to herself as she glanced at the
      smiling pair, and then looked at the small mutant again, Sonic vocal
      force...I remember something about them from before with Stryker...

      The name caused painful memories to surface, and she gritted her
      teeth painfully. They were more of Stryker's mutant prisoners,
      though they were not under the same influence that had once kept
      Deathstrike under Stryker's power. These mutants had been bred,
      artificially created by the same experiments that had created
      Charlene McGee, the firestarter.

      And, now, Stryker planned to use them to recapture Magneto.

      Deathstrike flexed her hands with an audible cracking, which echoed
      through the room. The five mutants glanced around curiously at the
      noise, but did not noticed the Lady, even as she swung down from the
      grated platform and followed the retreating soldiers toward the
      control room.

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