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Kyle and Wade's retreat with Dr. Cornelius is cut short by the unexpected arrival of everyone's least favorite Lazarus impersonator.

"Wade, take Kyle and the Doctor. When they attack, Logan, North and I will hold them here. If you head straight down the valley slope to the river, you can follow it back to the train tracks and then the highway. It will give the Blackbird a positional reference to find you." He didn't wait for the answer, instead pushing them both towards the rear section, which included a long tunnel originally meant for service vehicles. It would drop them out a couple of hundred meters south of the facility, and give them a head start.

Cornelius groaned as he was pulled to his feet, the wound in his stomach beginning to bleed again. But there was no time to pause, as behind them, the three mutants prepared themselves to meet the enemy.

"Hold on, Doc," Wade said, not waiting for any kind of agreement or acknowledgement before picking the man up in a one-armed fireman's carry. "Kyle, I'll take point, you watch my six. Actually, you watch twelve to six 'cause I don't have x-ray vision. The faster we move, the better." He had one gun in hand just in case.

Kyle grunted an affirmative, and eyed Cornelius closely. The stomach wound wasn't going to get any better - and it was a gut wound. Those got worse fast. He ignored the urge to suggest they leave the doctor there - yes, he'd slow them down but fuck it, that wasn't how things were going to go here. "Six. Twelve. Got it."

Taking off at a dead run, Wade tightened his grip on the doctor, the other man's blood making an even bigger mess of his tac vest than his own had. He knew the jostling and bouncing wouldn't make the doctor thank him, but he couldn't worry about that.

Kyle loped easily behind Wade, hunched over but not yet on all fours - keeping pace, even with Wade Wilson didn't require dropping down to run the ground like an oversized greyhound. He almost wished he'd have to, to have to move fast enough to feel burning in his muscles and have to struggle to ignore pain and cramping. That would've been a welcome distraction from burning in his eyes, and having to struggle to ignore overwhelming anger and grief.

The passage was dimly lit, making the light streaming from the open portal at the far end almost blinding. Their steps echoed, reverberating in the concrete tunnel as they pressed up. Steps away from the door, the light was abruptly blocked, as two figures stepped through. There was barely a moment to react as a concussive blast smashed into the floor in front of them.

"I believe Dr. Cornelius belongs to us." A woman stepped between the men, spreading her hands like an actor preparing for a bow.

Raising his gun from his shiny new position on the floor without a second thought, Wade didn't even bother attempting to engage in witty banter. He fired in the vague direction of the people he'd seen before the blast went off, trying to keep his grip on Cornelius and barely succeeding. There was too much blood, one of his ears was ringing, and he was getting really tired of being outmaneuvered by Weapon-X lackeys.

"Fuuuuuck me." Kyle breathed. Deathstrike. They had files on her. She'd gutted Garrison. She'd almost killed Logan. She'd come back from the dead, and no one knew how. He had no idea if Wade knew who the fuck she was. He was so fucked. He shook his head to toss filthy blood-caked hair out of his eyes, and to try to clear any of the deafness from the blast - fuck his ears right now - and moved closer to Wade - if the merc dropped the doctor, they were even more fucked than before.

"I don't believe that I was unclear. You can engage in combat that you will lose, or you can hand over Cornelius and live. We aren't concerned which you choose."

It occurred to Wade, briefly, that he could just kill the doc, thus keeping him out of everyone's hands, because really. If these people wanted him so bad, it was probably better for everyone involved - the doc, included - if he wasn't around to do whatever they wanted him to do. But he had a feeling the X-Men types wouldn't actually go for that. And probably the doc wouldn't willingly go along with that, either.

"You're pretty hot," Wade said, still aiming at the woman and her friend. "Why don't you come gimme a kiss and we'll see about the doc."

"If you were gonna kill him, you'd just kill him and us." Kyle said grimly. "But that doesn't stop you from getting him and killing us, so what's the point in asking?" He edged backwards slowly. "Cause look, I know who you are, and I don't wanna fight you." Logan had barely lived through that shit. Garrison had barely lived through that shit. He had -nothing- on them and fuck if he was going to just flip out and die right here. "One last chance, before my patience truly runs out. And I don't like guns being pointed at me. Washout?"

The tall black man standing behind her just nodded. Wade's grip on his gun disappeared as pain lanced through his hand. Rents of bloody steam exploded from his hand, ripping free from his fingers and palm. The pain was crippling.

"Motherfucker," Wade said, jerking backward and losing his precarious hold on Cornelius. The doc hit the ground on his side and groaned while Wade snagged his handgun with the heel of his boot and pulled it toward his uninjured hand. Rather than raising the weapon, though, he slid backward to put distance between himself and the older man.

"Take him, Washout." Deathstrike said, as the man reached down and pulled Cornelius to his feet. He ignored the screech of pain as the doctor huddled over his stomach wound.

"Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa." Kyle put up both hands. "I'm serious, we're not fighting you. I got people I gotta worry about, I just want a head start in getting out of here." He was so getting yelled at, for just giving up like this but fuck if he was going to end up dead - or worse, dead and brought back as part of Weapon X. His dad was out there still, he still had questions he wanted answers to. He glanced at Wade, and made a "knock it off" gesture. "He'll put the guns away, we'll back off, and you won't poke us full of holes with your crazy fingernails, okay?"

Wade frowned over at Kyle. "She was telling Steamwash over there to take the doc - I'm not even reaching for a gun with my hand and I can't actually fire one with my boot, no matter what you've heard."

"Ignore them for now. We have the ferals to put down." Deathstrike waved them past as Washout disappeared back towards their transport, dragging Cornelius along behind him.

"Dude, not taking chances. She seriously fucked up Logan once. I will be a total pussy if it means my dad doesn't have to bury me and my mom. " Kyle said to Wade, but looking at Deathstrike and Washout's retreating backs.