Wolverine's Girl

Part 23

Logan moved swiftly through the factory, Emily cradled in his arms as adrenaline surged through him. He could hear the faint murmurs of the remaining guards in the distance, but his focus was laser-sharp. He had to get her out, but first, he needed to ensure no one could follow them or exploit her powers.

As he passed through the chaos he had created, the remnants of the fight littered the floor—unconscious guards, overturned tables, and shattered glass. The reality of what had just happened hit him hard, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He could feel Emily's pulse weakening, and his heart raced with each step he took.

He burst into another room, a sprawling lab filled with strange equipment and documents strewn across tables. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Logan's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area, a sense of foreboding settling in.

He had heard snippets of the guards' conversations—fragments about Emily's genetics, the rarity of her abilities, and their intent to study her. They believed her powers could unlock secrets of mutation that had never been seen before, and that thought ignited a fire within him. They wanted to turn her into a specimen, to dissect her gifts for their own gain.

Logan set Emily down gently on a nearby table, checking her breathing once more. "Stay with me, Em," he murmured, brushing her hair away from her face. He could feel the heat rising within him, the rage boiling over.

He quickly surveyed the room, spotting a large computer setup in the corner. If he could find evidence of their plans, he could destroy it. He rushed over, quickly logging in and navigating through the files. What he found made his blood run cold.

There were charts detailing Emily's DNA, notes on her unique abilities, and plans for experiments that made his stomach turn. They had been tracking her, analyzing her every move, treating her like some kind of lab rat. Anger surged through him, a primal instinct to protect rising to the forefront.

Logan accessed the files and began to delete everything he could find. He could hear the guards stirring outside, their voices growing louder as they began to realize the chaos inside the lab. He knew he didn't have much time.

"Come on, come on," he muttered to himself as he hastily clicked through the files. With each deletion, he felt a sense of satisfaction, but it wasn't enough. He needed to make sure nothing was left behind.

He scanned the room, spotting a nearby filing cabinet. Rushing over, he flung open the drawers, rifling through the papers. Reports, notes, everything detailing their interest in Emily and her powers. He grabbed as much as he could and tossed it all into a nearby incinerator. The flames ignited, quickly consuming the documents.

"Burn it all," he growled, fury coursing through him as he continued to destroy the evidence.

As the smoke began to fill the air, Logan heard footsteps approaching. He glanced at Emily one last time; she looked fragile, her breath shallow. He couldn't let them get to her again. With one final sweep of the room, he took a metal pipe off the floor and smashed it against the computer, sparks flying as he destroyed their equipment.

Just then, the door swung open, and a pair of guards rushed in, eyes wide with shock. "What the hell is going on?" one shouted, reaching for his weapon.

Logan didn't waste a second. He lunged forward, using the pipe to take down the first guard, then swiftly dealing with the second. He was fueled by an overwhelming need to protect Emily, and every blow he delivered was an outlet for his rage.

With the guards incapacitated, he took a moment to catch his breath, scanning the burning lab. The flames crackled behind him, licking at the walls as he turned back to Emily. She was still there, but he couldn't afford to linger.

He hoisted her back into his arms and rushed toward the exit. The smoke began to thicken, and the sound of sirens echoed in the distance. He pushed through the door and burst out into the open air, the cool night breeze hitting his face like a splash of cold water.

He navigated through the factory's exterior, his eyes scanning for any remaining threats. As he reached the edge of the property, he could see his motorcycle parked a short distance away. He sprinted toward it, his heart racing, knowing he had to get Emily to safety.

"Hang on, Em," he urged softly, desperation creeping into his voice. "We're almost there."

He set her down gently, taking a moment to adjust her on the bike before climbing on himself. He turned the ignition, the engine roaring to life, and he took off into the night, the factory disappearing behind them as flames illuminated the sky.

As the distance between them and the danger grew, Logan felt a rush of relief. He had cleared the factory and destroyed the evidence, but the fight wasn't over yet. He would ensure Emily got the help she needed and keep her safe from anyone who dared to pursue her again.

With a fierce determination burning in his chest, he sped away, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. For Emily, he would fight tooth and nail. He had made that promise, and he intended to keep it.