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[b]Tak![/b]

Wolverine knocked a trio of balls into the corner hole in a single shot. He shot Laura a smirk before moving around the table and setting up for his next shot.

[b]Tak![/b]

Another ball rolled across the pool table and into the center hole. "Ha!" Wolverine gloated. "I'm on a roll." Logan lined up a third hit, aiming for a grouping of solid and stripped balls. Kestrel coughed as Logan shot his stick forward. The abruptness of the sound caused the mutant's usually steady hands to slip. Laura watched with a smile on her face as the white ball rolled harmlessly into the corner hole without touching any of Wolverine's strips. Wolverine growled in Kestrel's direction; John merely pretended not to know what Logan was on about and went back to his cigar. "Stinkin' cowboy." He muttered as X-23 bent down to examine the status of the table. "How long do ya think we'll be keeping big green down stairs?" John Wraith asked his two partners. Wolverine shrugged as he crossed over to the bar and picked up a bottle before tipping his head backwards and gulping down the contents of the beer. "Just long enough to collect samples for Ross. Then we're slitting his throat and moving on with our lives." The girl fired off a shot. The white ball flew across the table and smacked a pair of solid pool balls into a nearby hole. "The guy's not a mutant. He shouldn't be our problem." Wolverine complained. "With the money the general's paying us we'll be able to expand our sphere of influence and bring on more staff." X-23 reminded her sort-of father. She was closer to a clone than a relative, but thinking of herself as nothing more than a part of Logan was unproductive. "Not to mention the gear he promised us. Finally gonna get to upgrade Azrael with some real armor." Kestrel pondered what type of plating he should ask Thunderbolt for as X-23 missed her follow up shot. Wolverine crossed over to the pool table and set his beer down, taking the stick from his clone as he did.

Then the ceiling exploded.

Kestrel reacted first. He teleported out of the room to avoid being crushed by flying debris and get the rest of Team X. X-23 ducked behind the pool table moments before a chunk of concrete flew past her head. Wolverine smacked away a lead pipe that fell from the air as an angelic figure descended from the newly-created hole and landed on a pile of rubble in front of them. “Knock knock!” The Valkyrie grins with narrowed eyes. "You're not the pizza delivery guy." Deadpool quipped sadly as he came running into the room, sword and pistol drawn. "John said there was a party going down in this hizz-house- Oooooooo. Pretty lady. Can I keep her?" X-23 and Wolverine popped their claws. X-23 jumped over the pool table and gracefully landed on the other side as she charged the Valkyrie and attempted to cut her sword arm off. Wolverine saw his partner going in and followed her lead, running around to the other side of the invader and slicing at her shield. Probably not the most effective means of attack but it kept the woman on her toes and tested the durability of her equipment. If it were anything less than godlike gear, Wolverine's Adamantium claws wouldn't have trouble piercing it. "Bangbangbangbang! I wanna chitty-chitty-bang-bang you!" Deadpool yelled as he unloaded on Valkyrie with his pistol and went in to close combat with his sword. "Will you shut up Wilson?!" X-23 grumbled in frustration as she and the sword-wielding woman crossed blades. "Attack pattern Omega!" Logan ordered harshly. "Take this bitch down before she kills anyone!" Logan had read Valkyries file. She was strong, fast and knew how to fight. If they let up for even a second she'd blitz them all down and free the Hulk. He wasn't gonna let that happen; not if he was still standing. Wolverine and X-23 went with a figure-eight pattern of attack, always keeping the angel guessing who she'd be fighting. They'd dip in, slash at her and dip out; at which point the next person would come in and they'd rinse and repeat. Sometimes one of them would leave the pattern and slice at her back before moving into position again.

Kestrel appeared in the doorway with a squad of two dozen armed soldiers wearing all black armor and no government markings on their uniforms. The guards took up positions around the lounge and started to open fire; they didn't seem to care if they hit their fellow mutants. All three of them pretty much ignored the hail of bullets, healing past any wounds caused by poor aim. John himself removed a sawed-off shotgun from a sheathe on his leg and opened fire on the angel as she called out for Banner's help.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Maverick and Mastodon shifted uncomfortably. They could hear the fighting going on upstairs. The Hulk was still sedated, but he seemed to be stirring. Perhaps Banner was dreaming? Whatever the case, Professor Thorton decided to speed up his sample collection. He feared that whoever was attacking would wake the Hulk and he would escape before the Weapon X team managed to obtain any vital information on his genetic makeup.