Psychological Warfare 101
[DIRECTIVE TO SERVANTS OF SHODAN. TAKE OUT WOLF FIRST. LOGAN WILL BE DISTRACTED]
On a screen behind the stocky feral, a video feed appears, with audio. It's not a real feed but SHODAN's advanced rendering programs make that impossible to detect. The images are grainy, like a snuff film. In actuality, it is.
Hank McCoy, the benevolent blue doctor, is strapped on a torture table. Scalpels plunge into his gut, slicing through the thick musculature like a hot knife through butter. A metal claw extends from the surgery arm and plunges inside the wound. The Beast cries out in pain as the claw retracts, grasping the end of his gut. Then, the claw begins to twist. Hank's guts are wound out of his body with agonizing slowness.
His harsh ragged breaths are interspersed with cries and whimpers. Those whimpers get worse when an electric probe buries itself into Hank's soft blue fur and singes it off. The probe leaves furless, burnt skin.
As the gut is slowly wound out, the growls and cries are replaced with just whimpers. And it is tears streaming down the face of the genius scientist.
Of course, this is just an illusion created by SHODAN. But no one will know that.
And as the video feed continues, the almost-silent sounds of the assassins continue as they move into place like chess pieces; targeting the beautiful sniper.