Talon wondered through the wolf Pack base going over her past encounters, friend every thing. The Wolf Pack had been going strong through a lot of hell recently and she had not thought this but had taken quite a beating for a lot of the Wolf Packs issues. Her life was all about her team she protected them and made sure very thing was running at the base well except for GB he always seemed to be running some where. G’bandit the Merc who never knew the words shut up existed. The Merc who wanted her to get him waffles and so she did. The Merc who made her join him in is great quest of stealing President Obama’s Breakfast and to GB the merc;s delight is was Waffles.
She sighed recalling that horrid incident with her being the one left as he made his brilliant get away and she having to explain to the presidents security that the food was contagiously poisoned and eventually she got merited by the high chief of security for her vigilance. And returned to the base finding it a wrack as always cleaning it up saying hello to her superiors getting Akwa coffee and Donuts then getting kissed by him and so on so fourth. And Obviously her intimate contact with Ronnin lately had kept her off her guard and pervious ever moment she was around him though she hardly showed it she was an emotion wretch at this moment.
But never the less she had great team mates who proved them selves to be honorable friends even the Merc. Yes she had gained a family and a team and recently a father so what more could she want? Standing upstairs in her room she sat on her bed staring out into a black sky that was approaching meaning a storm was impenitent any time now. She ran her hands through her black locks as she emerged from her bed and walked over to her dresser. Pulling out one of the draws she took out a picture that was take about a year ago before the sentinel’s attacked.
It was a picture of her brother and herself. He had his hands wrapped around her neck and she had that annoyed look she always had when he would do childish things like that to her. Yes they were quite a team her brother and her. Always getting her into trouble. He was like Akwa and GB meshed together he could be serious but hardly ever was with her. But he was dead he had been dead a long time and she still had not gotten past this. He was the most human out of all the Howlett family and yes though she was Greystoke she cared for him and her family. But he was gone how could she still care for some one that died moths ago.
Anger, regret and guilt still longed over her but the constant thing that loomed was Vengeance. She knew who was partly in charge of the Act and she did not know where to find him. Any way he was a powerful man and did not like people to know his location all the time. Never the less she had vowed to avenge her brothers death and that man was going to suffer she would make him suffer pain that she did like she did he would watch as his loved one fell and there would be nothing at all he could do. With this knew plan ahs suited herself up but not in Wolf Pack uniform this was not a mission this was a mission of personal matter one she would tend to as a HYDRA agent on a Wolf Pack member.Her HYDRA uniform she always kept it would give the appearance of darkness and the feeling of fear. This man had killer her life her brother and he was going to pay on way or another he was going to die but first she needed to gain information that was not granted to every one .
Exiting the base she left in a hurry. She left the base many times in haste and knew that it was very unlike any one wondering where she went. She was a lot like her father or at least she was a lot like Logan. When he would train at the institute he’d always go off some where and come back messed up than he was before. Getting on her motor bike she headed out into the city where she knew exactly where to go from there. There were a lot of people who knew a lot of things they should not she knew information would not be a hard thing for her to get in the Bronx….
Her feet plodded lightly on the cold metallic floor that she stood on. She was standing still as her black boots were drowned in the puddle of blood that surrounded her. Her fists were clenched as well as her teeth. She looked at the dead mutilated body’s that lied around her. Guts , muscle and body parts stroon all over the floor and the smell of dead flesh filled her nostrils. Blood stained her face her arms her suite . But she did not care she had done worse killed many more the bodies of ten full growl men laid dead on the floor. The arms and legs barely attacked to their body’s. Their cold dead eyes staring into oblivion. She did not care how many she would kill she would complete her mission.
She had assessed the location of the man a James T Bartley was head of the Sentinel act his wife had died giving child birth and he lived alone with his 6 year old son who lived with his father in their nice little cottage near Nevada but on the outskirts of the larger cities. Finding this information she quickly got on her bike and rod she rode for days nearing the location not stopping only to refuel. And after many hard and painful days she reached her location. It was a nice and cozy place. Gave Talon the feel like she was in those old western movies. The Lights of the of the city of Las Vegas could be seen from where she was. And the bitter cold wind caused the sand to shift by each gust. As she got to the door of the house she could pick up the two scents of the little boy and his father. “Typical no guilt no nothing for all the pain he caused well I’m here to make him feel pain!” she whispered.
With that she unleashed her claws and leaped through the window. She could see the little boy staring at her in all fear also staring at her two claws that protruded from her hands. “What..What is this.” The elderly man said who was her target. She smiled demonically and glared at him. “This…This! Is revenge”. With that she looked toward the boy and was about to grab him when the man fired a bullet from the gun he kept on his mantle. “Jonathan run!” he screamed to his son as she continued to nail Talon down with pullets. I hurt yes but she did not care. Eventually she leapt toward him grabbing the weapon and jabbing her claws into his shoulder but making sure not to kill him only leaving him unable to move.
With the man incapacitated by the pain. She leaped to action in finding his son. She was going to make his suffer by watching the death of his six year old son as for payment of what he did to her. It was just him paying for the crimes that he had committed against her. She ran outside looking in all directions. She could see the boy not even a half a mile away from her still running in all fear. With a swift movement she raced toward the child her claws unleashed she was going to kill this boy she did not care what this would do to her. As she got closer to the boy she grabbed him by the leg tripping him. He laid on the floor crying for his father who was able to stumble on the porch but unable to move any further. Never the less he could see what was happening. As she raised her claws above the child ready to strike she could hear the screams for mercy that the father and the boys cried but she did not care. Vengeance was hers! And she was going to make him pay!
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