"No witnesses!" one of the P.S. operatives barked, the first of the pair, and he literally threw himself in Logan's way to give the other one the chance to put a bullet in each of the three mutants' heads that were already inside one of the ambulances.
"NOO!" Logan roared, cutting down the thug before him with extreme prejudice and all but climbing over him to get at the next guy. But he was too late. Three more mutants were dead because of these bastards.
He had enough time to see Reed valiantly take out the fourth armed man, the one wheeling his brother Bryan out, but the fifth man now had a clean shot at the young genius. There was a logical part of him that told him they should keep one alive to interrogate. It was the sensible, logical thing to do. That part of him got kicked in the teeth by his enraged feral mind. Logan grabbed the murderer by the hair and yanked his head back, slitting his wrist with his claws as blood splattered everywhere. He wasn't here to be subtle. Logan didn't even stop to think. Before he had claws, he'd been a soldier. His claws retracted the moment he shred the guy's neck and, in the same motion, he grabbed the gun from the dead operative and shot the last man standing, twice in the neck and once in the head. He never got a chance to take that shot at Reed.