xp_logs | GBOW: Enter Sandman

Warren directs Logan through the heart of the convoy, where he runs across the field commanders.

The chaos that they had wrought to the artillery convoy had forced it to stop for the night, and it was brightly lit and guarded as the troops waited for more attacks. There simply was no opportunity to continue their stealth attacks, and Logan had pushed them east to look for more targets. They had slowed some of the line, but the logistics train was far from broken, and that was their goal. Out-distancing the others, Logan went ahead to scout, as Warren glided easily overhead, his form all but invisible in the dark. Their whispered communications were the only sounds from the X-Men, ghosting over the broken land.

"Give me a target." Logan told his spotter as he loped effortlessly through the Indian night. "We're stretching them, but not far enough." he added needlessly. "We need to find a breaking point."

"I think I've got something. Hold your horses." Warren winged closer to the camp, sharp eyes searching through the camp, looking for someone a little more important looking than a grunt soldier. He'd fixated on someone who seemed to be barking orders as he strode through, before stopping at one of the vehicles and ducking under the tent that extended from the rear. "Pretty sure I've located command centre."

"Perfect." he said. "Give me a heading, I'm going in." he said, taking quick stock of where he was now to make sure no unpleasant surprises were about to jump out at him.

"Near the centre of the camp, slightly east. You shouldn't be able to miss it. Your best entrance will be from the north, there are less guards in that area." Warren wheeled around and climbed a little higher, swinging around to the north to double-check the area.

Logan grinned to himself as he diverted course according to Warren's instructions. Disrupting C&C would definitely put a kink in the army's plans to rain down death and destruction. According to the directions, he wasn't too far out from the sentries.

Warren's path only included a couple of guards, standing with their eyes towards the night. Unfortunately for them, they often looked back into the camp, the bright halogens all but destroying their night vision. There were plenty of sounds in the night, mostly muted animal noises or the sounds of the camp; turning over engines, men talking, weapons being cleaned and meals being eaten quickly.

"Bear a little to your left, and in about fifty yards you'll come across the guards. There's only two of them, then you've got a clear run straight to the centre." Warren's voice came a-whispering down the line. He felt a little bit sorry for the two guards who were about to be inflicted with the Wolverine - but not too sorry, given the reason they were out here.

"Got it." Logan said, and crept up on the two guards. They were wary, they were alert, they were suspicious.

They were soon about to be dead men.

It took maybe six seconds all-in - Wolverine showed up out of the darkness, disabled one man with a blow to his throat, and then as the first man fell choking he turned on the second with a hard blow to the solar plexus, driving him to his knees, then he grabbed the guard's head and twisted savagely.

Six seconds, no noise. Two dead men.

He spent a little more precious time dragging the bodies deeper into the darkness and disabling their radios. He also appropriated their sidearms and spare ammunition.

Warren's eyes darted away once Logan was on top of the guards, carefully looking out to see if anyone noticed his attack. At least that's what he told himself, it wasn't because he was sickened by the thought that he was basically responsible for those two men being killed in cold blood. It had just been their misfortune to be on guard duty, and now they were dead.

"The coast is clear." A hushed voice came over the comm once Logan had finished clearing the bodies, as Warren circled above. "Straight past those two vehicles and the tent. You can't miss it."

Logan just opened and closed his comm by way of acknowledgement and started hunting. If men crossed his path, they died. Quickly, efficiently, with a minimum of noise. He'd been briefed on the Indian rank structure and he was looking for the top of the ranks. But his luck couldn't hold forever.

Warren watched as Logan moved through, his gaze shifting between the man moving through the shadows and the command centre. Everything was going fine until --

"They're starting to move," Warren hissed. A couple of figures had ducked out from underneath the canopy, preparing to go about their business.

They wore the sidebars of Generals, and considering their ages next to the rest of the soldiers, obviously were the command authority.

Logan launched himself into their midst with great glee and abandon. Claws out, a killing frenzy on his mind, the generals really didn't stand a chance. He tore them to pieces without a second thought or any hint of hesitation. Men died quickly, but one of them managed to cry a warning before being virtually decapitated by one of Logan's claws.

Warren knew this had to happen, but it didn't make it any less sickening. He turned his gaze away, eyes quickly scanning the area to see if if their presence had been noticed.

It had. That brief cry had alerted some of those closest that something was going wrong. Warren didn't hesitate, diving down from the sky to distract the soldiers while Logan finished his job. He swooped down low over the soldiers that had started to move towards the cry, getting their attention before climbing back up into the sky.

Without losing a stride Logan turned to bolt for the comfort and security of the darkness outside the command post's lights. And just to make things harder on people if he happened to pass a light source on his way out, he disabled it with a swipe of his claws before moving on.

"Get the hell out before you get shot." Logan growled over his comm.

Warren didn't bother to reply, climbing higher into the sky and away from the camp. They'd done - or Logan had - what they came to do, and it was time to leave. Within moments, he was out of range of the soldiers in the camp, winging his way back to the rendezvous point.