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Chapter 1:

"Our femme fetal is reading again," Wade announced to the whole plane. "You know, that makes you look so sexy." He said, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

Poison looked up from her book, somewhat annoyed upon hearing swordsman's comment.

"Why do you give a shit; do you even know how to read?" She asked with a perfectly arched eyebrow cocked. A couple of the guys, Victor in particular, grinned at the woman's response.

"Sure, I can tie my shoes too; learned that one yesterday." Wade said cheerfuly as he wiped off the blood on his swords.

"Amazing," the woman said flatly while returning to her book.

"Better watch what you say Wade, you keep teasing her and the girl'll raise all kinds of hell for you." Logan warned.

"Sure, raise hell, among other things." Wade quipped with a smirk.

"Fuck you," Poison said not taking her eyes off her book.

"No thank you, fucking a chick with a compound worse than the AIDs virus floating through her veins doesn't strike me as attractive. To be honest, I'd feel safer boning a German crack whore."

Logan leaned forward in his seat ready to smack the shit out of him but Poison beat him to it by chucking her book at Wade, hitting him hard in the forehead.

"You're a sexist pig Wade you know that?" John called from the front of the plane.

"Ma'ma taught her boy well John." Wade replied quickly.

Zero picked up the book that fell between him and the swordsman and emotionlessly handed it back to Poison, not taking his eyes off of the task of cleaning his gun.

Logan leaned his head between his knees as if he were going to throw up again. They had just left for a small village in Nigeria not but two hours away from where they were with the rock Stryker was so keen on getting. So not only was his stomach uneasy from the plane ride but he had a mounting feeling of uneasiness about Stryker's motives regarding that chunk of metal.

"So it's startin' up again flyboy?" John asked, referring to Logan's nausia.

"Ug, and it's only been thirty minutes," Logan moaned.

"You still going to refuse to take that bucket I offered earlier? I mean seriously, I don't want you spewing chunks everywhere."

Logan waved John off, trying to concentrate on anything other than his gut at the moment.

"If he's going to throw up I might as well sedate him," Poison said with a shrug. Pushing herself to the edge of the bench she took off one of her black calfskin gloves.

"One taste and you'll be out like a light." She said holding her hand out to him. A curious purple tinted gel covered the tips of her fingers. Logan shrunk back slightly,

"I'm good thanks."

A sly smile spread across her face as she sensed his uneasiness.

"Afraid?" She teased, her hand still lingering in front of him.

"Not particularly, but I tend to make a point of not voluntarily ingesting poison."

"Come on Logan, it won't kill you. Only my blood can do that," she said while rubbing the violet, gel-like poison between her fingers.

"Good to know." Logan nodded while resting his elbows on his knees.

Victor then called out from the back of the plane,

"You forgot to tell him about the part where he'll be puking his guts out after he wakes up."

"Looks like someone read my resume," she said over the hum of the engine with a humored grin.

"Just curious I guess." Victor responded leaning back into his seat and closing his eyes.

John looked down the line at Victor and said,

"Hey man, if I ever catch you reading my file I'll kick your ass."

Without opening his eyes, Victor grinned slightly and let out a chuckle,

"Don't flatter yourself."

Wade suddenly turned his attention to the conversation,

"Oh, I don't think he's interested in you John. Looks like you're going home alone tonight."

"Shut the fuck up man." John snapped.

Ignoring the little spat that was evolving between Wade and John, Poison leaned forward to meet Logan at eye level,

"Are you sure you're okay? The throwing up part's not as bad as he makes it seem."

Logan nodded,

"Thanks but no thanks. There's still the off chance I'll make it through this flight with my lunch intact."

Poison patted Logan on the shoulder then lightly pushed herself back in her seat. She gave him a little smile as she started to pull her glove back on,

"I just thought I'd offer anyway."

After hanging his head and resting his eyes a bit Logan looked around the plane from his doubled over position. His gaze fell on Agent Zero who was calmly cleaning his guns. Logan didn't like the kid. The guy never said much of anything. Perhaps it was because of his lack of humor- whatever it was he didn't like him. He noticed his brother Victor keenly eyeing Poison who was busy trying to find the place where she had left off in her book. Although his brother ogled almost every woman these days he could hardly blame him for looking Poison over. Her real name was Lynn. She was a blonde, gun toting vixen that put every Playboy Bunny cover model to shame. What's more was her body's system possessed a natural venom that could knock even the biggest heavyweight off his feet. In short, Poison was the perfect name for her. He lowered his eyes to John who was sitting next to him. He was tugging up his cowboy boots and brushing the dust off his pants. The guy was a true Texan boy, born and raised. He was perhaps the member on the team with the least amount attitude; however that wasn't saying much. His knack for teleporting was a little more than disturbing to watch. Every time Logan caught a glimpse of his skeleton flicker before his skin appeared he inwardly cringed. Then to his right there was Fred. He was built like a rock and was as dumb as a rock too. He could say the occasional funny comment but more often than not Logan and the others found themselves laughing at the guy rather than with him. Then of course there was Wade who was just bastardly and Bolt who could have solved the California energy crisis with a snap of his fingers. Suffice it to say, Stryker had put together a pretty fucked up team Logan thought, himself included of course.

Logan then began to think of his brother. He was getting worse every day. There were times when Logan would lay in his bed at night and compare himself to Victor. He prayed to god that what he found was that he was nothing like him. Ever since they joined Team X, Victor became more like an animal with the passing days. It was almost like Victor felt that Stryker gave him a license to kill. His brother was already trigger happy as it was, he didn't need somebody on the sidelines egging him on.

When Logan heard that Stryker was adding a woman to the team that's when he seriously thought about resigning. He remembered all of the terrible things his brother did in Nam. Nothing more was needed to be said about it. Logan would not stand for such behavior, not this time. He would force his brother and himself to quit the team if it meant avoiding such another disaster. It was only when he was told that the woman's whole lymph and circulatory system was made of pure poison that he felt he could breathe easily. However the woman's ability to protect herself didn't put out Logan's desire to leave the team. In fact it only grew stronger. There was something about her coming that got him thinking about the true purpose of Team X. The whole idea of putting together a group of individuals whose biggest talent was killing seemed like the creator only had mal intentions in mind when using it. The mission they were on at the moment seemed more wrong than any of the other red flags presented to him. For one thing they weren't putting down threats to the nation. It seemed more like they were running a personal errand for Stryker than protecting their country. 'What was it about that hunk of rock that Stryker could possibly want', Logan thought. Whatever the reason for retrieving it was, Logan felt like they were heading into a dark cloud.

Closing his eyes Logan leaned back in his seat exhausted. Thoughts such as Stryker and his brother plagued his mind before he fell into an uneasy sleep.

To be continued...

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