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Previously on X-Men...

Magneto just declared war on the whole planet.

His day ends one way.

-The brave always die first. -Logan.

This feud is over.

Jean...

It turns out the adamantium

was the tape keeping this banged up grunt together.

So much for home sweet home.

I don't know what you're planning, Logan, and frankly don't want to know.

But as a friend, you can't go after these guys alone.

Don't worry your pretty feathers, Cap. I got myself a crew.

Could even say I'm getting the old band back together.

So I pumped 210% efficiency into my right arm,

and I figure, that's more than enough juice

to pound through his thick skull, so I swing.

Boom! Boom!

But he doesn't go down. Can you believe it?

So instead, I introduce him to my other friends...

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Oh, he stayed down.

Stupid boys and stupid guns.

Got the real guns right here, lady.

Keep it friendly, friends. Remember why we're here.

Yeah. Excited to bury Dr. Cornelius

and the trash bags that made us mindless killing machines.

Oorah!

Just like old times, sir.

Band's back together.

Quite the crew you pulled together.

Where are we going?

My intel says Weapon X scum has a new lab conducting illegal experiments again.

Who better to stop them but the hit squad who hits hardest?

So to review,

Maverick and Kane are old Weapon X bosom buddies

you and Yuriko used to date, which...

Yeesh, thought you and Jean were unhealthy.

You and Sabretooth hate each other, can't seem to live without each other.

A classic "will they or won't they kill each other."

Can't wait to add to the memories.

Don't recall twisting your arm.

You tried a few puppy dog looks and...

What the hell's a puppy dog look?

An innocent gaze, dripping with subtextual guilt.

What's your deal, putty boy?

You got beef with Weapon X,

or are you just the hairy runt's little X-pet?

Only pet here is whatever that flea-riddled outfit of yours was

before it got road killed.

Don't you talk about my damn outfit.

Huh?

We're hit! We're hit!

Pull up! Pull up!

Hang on, everybody, hang on!

-We're going down! -Brace, brace, brace for impact!

Logan?

Logan!

Oh, man.

Logan? Anybody?

Status report?

I think I found our nasty culprit.

No match for a flock of birds.

Bodes well.

Let's find the rest of the team.

Huh?

Hmm? Hmm.

Ain't you glad I've always been better than you?

What happened to your pretty metal claws?

Don't worry about it.

Impossible.

The adamantium process cannot be reversed.

Ain't nobody's business but mine.

Nobody's business?

Stranded out here in the Arctic with a bunch of lying mercs and killers.

You damn well bet all your business is my business!

Hey, alphas.

Want to get back to our regularly scheduled programming,

courtesy of your mad scientist?

These creatures appear to be infected.

Perhaps a contagion.

Smell ain't right either.

Never smelled anything quite like this.

Hmm. Perimeter's been breached.

Looks like something went down.

Let's go.

Local wildlife must have busted their way inside.

Or clawed their way out.

Cornelius is around here somewhere.

Better find our punks before I start gutting something.

Uh, before we go gutting,

should we maybe pause

and figure out how we're getting back home?

Tackle one problem at a time.

We're here to do a job.

So the job's getting done first.

Maverick, what's this?

Life signs, six o'clock.

It's in the control room, above the hydrogen core.

Vitals fading.

Poor Tomo, so loyal.

Ew!

When Logan told me Graydon Creed was your kid, I couldn't see it,

but now... I can't unsee it.

Should've killed the little mistake when I had the chance.

Doesn't look like anyone made it.

Ah.

Stray dogs always slink back home...

sooner or later. Ha!

Well, I'll be. Dr. Cornelius.

Thief! You perverted my father's work.

Whoa! Bad history, I get it. Theme of the day.

But the guy's unarmed, and he probably knows

how to get us out of here.

Hmm.

Professor Oyama's work, it's all junk.

Dead science, primitive.

Much like you mutants are to the queen.

Uh-uh.

Four-eyes is mine!

Did I miss one of your jokes?

Oh, great.

What the...

Maverick, behind you!

This doesn't look like local wildlife.

Get in here!

Hmm. Reports said something fishy was going on.

Guess they redacted the bits about the overgrown roaches.

You've basically smelled everything there is to smell on the planet, Logan.

What are those things?

Caught a whiff of something similar once.

But these are different.

Different from anything on this planet, at least.

Look at that, Yuriko.

Our second alien invasion.

Good news is, this bunker's laced was adamantium.

Should keep 'em off while we find another exit.

We gotta go deeper.

Are you dumb or crazy?

We need a way out.

Crazy is trying to outrun these bugs on foot.

Morph and I will push to the vehicle bay here.

Get some wheels.

But the bay doors ain't opening

until you clowns reboot the generators in the server room.

Deeper is our way out.

You weren't there after the crash.

Who's to say you didn't suck face with one of those things?

And now you're infected like Cornelius!

He could be under their thrall,

luring us into a trap.

Didn't see you after the crash either.

How do you know Wolverine was gone?

Were you watching us?

Maybe you're one of them.

Perhaps both are.

Look, there's a lot of dead lab coats around.

Is it too big a stretch to imagine Cornelius

injecting himself with alien DNA?

Hmm. No two X-Men go anywhere alone.

Tomo here comes with me.

Once Team X, always Team X, right?

Yeah, right.

Ah!

You never answered Creed's question on the helicopter.

What is your stake in our nightmare, Tomo?

What's up with this Tomo stuff?

Tomo is a magical shape-shifting fox, from Japanese legend.

A loyal sidekick to a heroic samurai.

There was nothing Tomo wouldn't do.

No one he wouldn't become to help the samurai on his adventures.

Unfortunately, it did not work out well for Tomo.

Eh, quit your starin'.

Seen every war in my lifetime.

And I stopped counting birthdays at 200.

Key to surviving, keep up with technology.

Digital video disks.

Frankenstein had funding.

Peon tech.

I'd preferred Laserdisc.

Ah.

Meddlesome paradox,

as the broken pasts that made each subject so quick to volunteer

also made them defective.

They always remembered,

despite countless memory wipes,

addicts to the very misery they wished to flee,

and imprinted in areas of the psyche

we'd never be able to breach,

until our pet from outer space.

So much has been gleaned, despite only acquiring one of these Brood.

Its brain structure suggests the Brood are a hive species,

like ants or bees.

Each Brood is interlinked,

incapable of divergent thought or emotion,

a shared psyche possessed of the basest instinct: survive.

Hmm.

Using its cranial fluids, in theory,

our serum should purge even the most deeply seeded memories,

resulting in a total loss of identity

and, more importantly, total obedience as weapons.

The serum works,

though using Earth insects as physiological models

for alien species has resulted in an unfortunate hiccup.

Like my colleagues, I, too, wonder

if a fully-transitioned subject could be tamed,

never mind survive the adamantium process.

Concern for my staff's well being outweighs such curiosity.

Hmm. Hardcore.

Geez. Could have at least bought me a drink first.

Are you infected?

No.

One thing I can tell you, I was wrong.

Cornelius said the Brood have one goal, survive.

And that means they're picky. Mate up, not down.

That's why they're leaving bodies.

They only breed with the best.

And if there's one guy who's the best at what they do...

We're overrun.

No! No! Stop, please!

Help! Help!

Hmm?

Wolverine, Maverick.

Where are you?

Don't worry. I'll protect you, sweetheart.

What the hell is Omega Red doing here?

Many times have the Russians tried to replicate my father's work.

The KGB no doubt persists.

Huh. Should kill him. Might be one of these breeds.

Brood. And last I checked, Omega Red was undead.

Not sure you can be turned into a Brood

if your mutant power basically makes you a zombie.

Where the hell are we anyway?

This don't look like no vehicle bay.

Oh! An adamantium chamber.

Game over.

That's it! It's game over!

Slow down. Where's Wolverine?

They kept coming from those vents, just more and more.

And then Logan, he...

Come on, we have to go, now!

-We have to... -Maverick, relax.

Oh. Wha...

Take that, you lyin' runt!

Huh?

We have to get out of here.

Wolverine.

You look as bad as I feel, comrade.

I was right.

Damn it! I was right.

Your boy was one of them things. I knew it! Ah!

That's... That's not Logan.

Maverick is dead.

We must reach the transport bay before we are too.

Amen. I'm out of here.

Hold up. We're not going anywhere until we save Wolverine.

Hey, listen to me.

I said, "We're not going anywhere."

You must be infected with one of those eggs,

or maybe it's worse.

And he's just got you this whipped.

He is beyond saving.

That monster in there,

that feral beast that killed his friend Maverick.

That's the real Wolverine.

Now you see him.

That's not true.

Look where we found him, you dope.

He was in the adamantium chamber.

The opposite direction of the vehicle bay.

This had nothing to do with taking down Weapon X.

He came here to get his claws back.

Fine! Maybe you're right, he lied to us.

Either way, this doesn't end with Weapon X.

If unkillable Brood with Wolverine's healing factor

get out into the world...

taking over Earth is week one.

Got a plan to go along with that speech?

Those DVDs we saw.

They said the Brood can't survive the adamantium process.

But we know that Wolverine can.

So, you're saying we give Logan what he wants?

Logan's healing factor should protect him

while the adamantium purges him of the Brood's DNA.

How the hell are we gonna lure him into the chamber?

I've got an idea.

Logan!

Oh, Logan!

Come on, soldier. Duty calls.

Hey, if you don't obey,

I'm gonna tell Jean.

How do you like that?

Gosh, she'll be angry.

She's gonna be so upset with you

that I'm just gonna have to give her extra smooches tonight, Logan.

Jean... Jean... Jean!

Ooh.

Wolverine, I knew you'd come to your senses

and listen to your superior.

Come on, big guy.

No, wait!

Time I put you down once and for all.

This isn't the plan.

I'm done with the plan.

Come now, Logan, back to your cage.

Logan, don't do this.

Don't make them right about you.

You're not a monster. You're my friend.

When Sinister took me over, when he corrupted me,

you didn't leave me behind.

You came for me, tried to bring me back.

X-Men don't just cut and run,

and I won't either.

Logan!

Jean?

Turn it on! Hurry!

We have to... hold him!

I was restrained once,

but a living weapon such as myself

cannot be stopped!

Not even by these insects!

Wolverine's ally,

you too will die.

I was made by an empire, to purify the world.

Now, I will kill Wolverine

and unleash these creatures upon Earth

to make an empire of my own!

I'm back, baby.

We've got to go. It's gonna blow!

Logan, now!

Fire it up! Fire it up!

Spit it out, bub.

If you're asking me to say it, you don't need me to.

I ain't like you, Morph.

Some of us gotta be one thing.

And you're only what? An animal with claws?

That's what I'm the best at being.

Doesn't that make you sad?

It makes me sad, Logan.