Logan's scowl showed teeth as he turned the corner and ran into another familiar scent. An almost non-scent, that too artificially sterile smell of the supposedly abandoned Perfect Soldier facility where the X-men had been ambushed. And it coming from a couple of ambulances and five fake orderlies who were pushing some pretty scared people towards the waiting vehicles. He took off at a dead run, claws coming out with a metallic gleam as he made for the offending ambulances and slashed their tires down to the metal wheels with ease. The false EMT's already had weapons in hand the moment they saw his claws, but a few bullets weren't going to stop the Wolverine. The first bullet went through his thigh, the second took off a chunk of his left ear.
All they did was enrage the man. The thug closest to him got his gun hand sliced clean off at the wrist in three sections, the gun itself in two. Logan left him behind and took after the next pair in his path. Let them shoot at the angry feral with the shiny claws, he had figured when he decided on his frontal attack. That would keep the bullets away from the all too human genius behind him yelling his brother's name. He didn't blame Reed for it, though. He would have done the same if it was Laura.