Sins of the Father

Chapter 11: Genetic Potential

When Logan opened his eyes again, he was lying on the floor and staring around the dining room and kitchen area at the others that were also scattered around the room. He slowly sat up, his head pounding as he realized that they were light quite a few of their members. Noh was there, as was Bobby, Remy, and Kamala. But K was missing. And Kurt and Kate ... the entire Summers group, too.

He was starting to realize what had happened when Kamala began to wake up too. "Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked. "Aside from the headache?" He was climbing to his feet to try and get a better idea of what they had to do next when he found the perfectly scripted note on the table and frowned down at it.

She made a bit of a face and stuck her tongue out a couple of times. "Tastes weird, but I think I'm okay," she reported as she looked around at the still-unconscious X-Men and started to frown. "Um — Wolverine? Please tell me we're not the first ones awake and the others are just, like, patrolling or something. Because otherwise, this is a serious 911."

"Mr. Sinister snatched 'em," he told her frankly. "Even left a little warning not to follow. Like that'll happen."

Kamala frowned as she got to her feet and scrambled over to see for herself. "That's — that's a lot of X-Men that he took," she pointed out as she read the note over his shoulder:

Don't waste your time and mine in a ridiculous rescue attempt. They will be released when I've finished with them.

"What's he mean — is that ... does that mean he'll let them go when he's done? That's not how bad guys usually work, and especially not him and Cyclops." Kamala rubbed the back of her neck nervously and looked Logan's way. "I mean, at least, according to what I've heard."

"It means he's gonna 'test' them," he replied looking flat-out worried before he headed over to Noh and started to shake him awake.

Kamala was sticking close behind Logan as she followed his lead and tried to shake Remy awake. "We gotta move fast," she said, looking concerned.

When Noh started to stir awake, it only took him a few seconds before he was on his feet with wide eyes. "That," he said, his lips pressed together for a moment before he continued, "that was not a drug I have encountered before. Whatever it was."

"It was one of Sinister's custom creations," Logan explained to Noh. "Haven't seen him use gas ... in a long time."

"Sinister?" Noh repeated, his eyes widening at first and then narrowing to near slits as he took in the absences at the table.

"The gas means he wanted them unharmed," Logan told him frankly.

"Okay, but you say things like that, and it just shoots the creep factor up to about nine thousand," Kamala said as she helped Remy sit up.

"That's where it belongs," Logan replied. "I don't know a mutant alive that's crossed his path and not known how nasty he is."

Noh looked around with a deepening frown. "We are missing several of our number," he said before he held up a hand. "Wait here. I'm going to check on our other friends." With that, he zipped off at top speed to go search through the mansion.

Kamala had started shaking Bobby awake as she looked up at Logan. "Okay, so — rescue mission. Where's this guy's evil lair, then?"

"No set spot," Logan told her. "He's one of the few that travels frequently and sets up wherever he wants. I'm gonna find Rachel. Maybe she can hone in on one of them. You keep these guys conscious."

"Got it," Kamala nodded, eyes still wide as she finally got a groaned-out response from Bobby.

But Logan had only gotten a few steps out of the kitchen when Noh came skidding to a stop in front of him and grabbed him by both arms. "My Jubilee — he took my Jubilee!" he panted, more panicked than Logan had ever seen from the Kree fighter.