Who: Logan, Alex, and a surprise Guest What: A terrible "accident" When: Friday early evening
Alex sat in the passenger seat at the front of the Blackbird, terrified to speak to Logan. They had been flying for quite some time, Alex lost track. It was an uncomfortable silence, but Alex figured it was easier than explaining that he was a bomb to the FAA.
Logan didn't want to be here. If Carol had been well, this would have been her job. He checked the radar as they flew over the Rockies, over an unpopulated sliver of forest, and over what Logan didn't know was a top secret government facility.
He didn't have much warning on the radar, just a few quick blips, before something large struck the jet. Logan jerk the tiller, sending the jet into a spiral. Alex shouted from beside him, but he ignored it. And then he saw what hit them as it latched onto the nose. A giant robot with glowing red eyes. Its eyes flashed with recognition as the lenses spun. Mutants.
"Oh shit!" Alex knew what they were. He held onto the seatbelt. Logan screamed, "Grab the tiller."
It smashed through the bullet proof glass. He had planned to draw his claws and leap out to fight it, but he didn't have the time.