Entry tags:

cannonball, levity, wolverine, zap

A huntin' we will go...
Who: Wolverine; tag Cannonball, Levity, Zap + 1 (open)
When: Friday, January 15th, 2010 (9:37pm)
Where: Xavier's / NYC bar
What: Huntin' vampires
Status: in progress
Rating:  R 

The freezing wind of a mid-January night tore past Logan's face as he pushed his motorcycle beyond sixty miles per hour. Stark trees lined the winding rural highway which led him further into the cold and barren New York state wilderness. His most recent high speed pursuit found him on the tail of a cherry red mustang driven by a vampire he had only just had the pleasure of meeting.

Beside the roar of his own engine and that of the vamp's ride, a third vehicle could be heard. Wolverine knew it was a expertly tuned hum of an X-Hummer which contained the rest of his team. 'At least they're keeping up', he thought to himself. He couldn't be sure because he had not seen his teammates pile back into the Hummer, but it seemed like Zap must be driving. He didn't hear the hoots and hollers that usual accompanied a Cannonball-driven vehicle.

Three Hours Prior (6:30pm)

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Logan jogged down the steps of Xavier's with a purpose: he just gotten off the phone with a waitress at one of the local bars Logan had been frequenting. It was the main establishment of a small rural community that had sprung up northwest of Salem Center. He knew they were having a problem with a group of Upir-infected mutants and they were a bit too far off the beaten path for the already stretched-thin military. The last time he'd been there, he'd left them a number to call that would get them directly to his line if anything else happened. Well, another woman in the town had gone missing the night before, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was the vampires.

Once on the first floor of the school, Logan made his way toward Levity's office. Without knocking he grabbed the knob and pushed the door open. His eyes meet the empath's and he didn't bother to notice if someone's head was in the process of gettin' shrunk. "Come on, we got work. Garage in five, bring a coat." Logan didn't wait for Eddie's acknowledgment or possible refusal and without closing the door he had opened, Logan continued his brisk pace toward the garage. 'There's crowd control', he thought as he tapped the earpiece resting on the side of his head. "Cannonball, garage in five. Dress causal." There's his pyrotechnics, but he still needed his ace-in-the-hole. Too bad Gambit wasn't around... He tapped the earpiece a second time, "Anyone else for a huntin' trip?" Logan said as he entered Xavier's garage and pulled his jean jacket of the hook by the door and rifled through the pockets for the motorcycle keys. As he spoke, a car was pulling into an empty space near him. As the driver's side door opened he called out to the electrokine behind the wheel (Zap). "Your husband mind if I take you out?" Who needs a Cajun when you've got an vampire bug zapper?

Current Time (9:40pm)

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It had only taking a couple hours of drinking (mostly Logan), darts (mostly Zap), and flirting (mostly Sam) for the few of the local vamps to make an appearance. After a brief stand off with the X-Men, two lay decapitated and the third left alive to lead the team back to his nest; if he was that dumb, anyway. Of course these weren't just a group of mindless Darkseekers, these were mutants with most of their marbles and of course Upir-heightened mutant powers. They may not see the X-Men as too much of a threat, but Logan was counting on that. They left the crowd at 'the Tavern' a bit stunned (but mostly faux-calm), and headed out behind the survivor. Luckily, no one was singed (Sam) or fried (Zap) [other than the clumsy frycook].

The mustang cut off the highway and down a side road, Logan tightened his grip on the brakes and shifted his weight quickly, and took the sharp turn at what One-Eye would probably consider an unsafe velocity. Less than half a mile from the highway, the car came to abrupt stop in front of a normal looking two-story home. Logan came to a stop at the end of the gravel driveway and the back tire fish tailed to the right, spraying rocks and dust into the air and leaving him perpendicular to the house. The vamp had already barreled through the front door and was yelling to his friends. Wolverine brought down the kickstand with his foot and dismounted his mechanical steed. He recalled something someone had said back in the bar early. 'Kinda feels like the ol' west out here, ya know? Away from the cities.' As Logan waited for either the vampires to make a move or the rest of his posse to arrive, those words circled his brain. That was just fine by him. A little frontier justice was right up his alley.