A Sinister Legacy [PART 1] [CLOSED]

[astonishing_xmods]

WHO: Director Fury, Xavier, Logan, Renko, and someone else...
WHAT: The time as come for Renko to turn herself in
WHERE: The Institute
WHEN: ACTUALLY ON THE 25TH, WE PROMISE
WARNING(S): Violent imagery

SHIELD Quinjets made surprisingly little noise. The one that landed itself right on the Institute lawn was almost silent, only making the most noise as it began preparations to land and empty outs its load of heavily armed agents, and of course Director Fury himself. As they emptied out onto the grass, he turned his gaze towards the impossible to ignore statue of Jean Grey, and the emblem below that marked this place as the supposed sanctuary it was to all who sought it.

He didn't look happy. He shouldn't be. This wasn't the sort of job he liked doing, even if it was a matter of national security. He and Charles had worked amicably for years and years. He had turned his blindside to the man so many times when the activities of the X-Men went into legally questionable territory. But his hands were bound... And he had no more choice.

Xavier and Logan met him on the lawn. Alone.

Comments

[bethemonster]

"Salutations, Mr. Logan." A strange, gentle but vicious, pleasant but inhuman, voice. It was behind them, the blade pulling itself free and retracting back into the hand of the new gentleman who stood above Renko's prone body, Forearm having met a similar fate to the other two men and tossed aside. Reaper collapsed once the blade was free, crumbling onto the floor in a heap.

"You'll have to forgive my rather... crude methods. It was mostly just to stun you. You see, a man like yourself cannot be disposed of in such an in-elegant manner. This I understand. Please... allow me to give you a more fitting fate."

The man raised his hand, a strange red radiation emitting from the diamond mark on his head, identical to Renko's, pouring into Logan's mind and shutting down all of his senses, leaving him collapsed on the floor with the others in a comatose state.

"Now, my dear professor... that leaves what to do... with you. You see, I am in great need of your DNA for an experiment of mine that I'm, oh say... one hundred years overdue for completing. Please... do cooperate. I would really hate to compromise the results by having you die."

[no_girl]

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Martha's voice rang through on the voice modulation systems in the admin room as an inky black substance filled the containment unit that held her, turning everything dark as the network and computer systems of the Institute all went suddenly haywire.

[bluishgreymatter]

"Martha! Martha! Hold on!" Hank leapt from his desk to the emergency console, rapidly trying to fight whatever infection, real or virtual, was taking over Martha's mind. He didn't even get to the password entry screen before a concussive pulse blast knocked him out of his chair, the emergency security systems keeping him well away from the No Girl...

[both_eyes_open]

"Well... That can't be good," Fury murmured to himself as very suddenly all around them, several originally hidden pulse cannons started to pop out of the estate, hidden in the lawn and fixtures of the Institute, all of them aiming at him and his men.

"Evasive action, now now now!" Fury shouted to the other agents as they were fired upon, taking cover where they could.