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You slime -sucking dirtbag. You got a lot of guts coming up here, sabertooth.

That's no way to greet your old partner, runt. After all we've been through.

Logan, he's crazy.

What's wrong, punk?

Can't they hear you, woman?

Well, you're gonna pay for hurting her, Creed.

The nightmares and delusions are getting worse.

We've got to do something for him.

All I have done to help him has collapsed.

My brain, tortuous memory.

Pouring out as if a dam had burned.

I am... Professor!

Wolverine! Save her, too!

You're mine!

Logan, stop.

It's Jean.

Logan! Check on Scott.

Be careful, Hank. He doesn't know what he's doing.

Logan.

Logan!

Stop!

Logan!

I bear for what you may do.

Hank, I found this inside an envelope postmarked two weeks ago.

There was no return address.

I've seen this image in his mind.

This must be a clue to his delusions. Maybe it triggered them.

But what about the back of the picture? I'm sure that's where he's gone.

Most intriguing.

These coordinates are in southern Canada.

Go after him, Hank. I shall leave at once.

I just pray Wolverine is better prepared for whatever is waiting for him than I.

Somehow, I ain't surprised.

Is it damaged?

Nothing serious.

Then begin the adamantium feed.

Feed initiated.

Submission enacting. Cardio attack rising.

No!

Security! Help me!

Security!

Green, I... It's pink!

Wake up. You are having one of your delusions.

Oh, Hank.

I don't know what... Calm yourself.

I have come to take you home. Get out of here. I will not leave. I said get out

of here. You shouldn't have followed me. I'm going nuts.

I cannot let you face this alone.

You must tell me what is going on.

I don't know.

I gotta figure this out. I don't want to hurt anyone else.

Now something is drawing me back. Do you know this place?

I got my bones here.

Perhaps not as satisfying, but effective nonetheless.

No!

Object taking direction well.

Logan! Can you hear me?

Yeah.

What's wrong?

You just went into a dream state again. What did you see?

Me. Being trained to take people out.

Our Lotus.

The car in the photograph.

What's wrong, punk?

Can't take care of your woman, your woman, your woman?

I should have known.

Why drag me all the way here, runt?

I could have sliced you up stateside, saved you the trip.

You're gonna pay for hurting her, Creed. You sent me that photo. What photo?

The Wii.

You've got a thick sense of humor, Creed.

You can't face me man to man.

So you get cue ball Xavier to mess with my head.

I fight my own battles. You taught me that you can't count on your friends.

I saved both our lives, you...

We've got the seed thing. Move it, run!

Come on, Pops! Let's go!

In for the door!

Come on, Pops! Let's go! Run for it! We'll cover you!

Forget it, kid!

They're extendable!

No!

No!

You left them to die.

Oh, what?

Traitor! Coward!

Say goodnight, Creed.

That was only a level three blast, gentlemen.

Believe me, there's nothing I'd rather do than finish both of you right now,

unfortunately, that's not an option.

You better do some fast talking.

Save it, Creed. I'm not in the mood. The only reason you're still breathing is

so we can get some answers.

It's good to be needed.

I hope you enjoyed the photo.

I assume you've been having headaches and nightmares like Maverick and I.

They did something to our minds when we worked here.

Something codenamed Talos.

Our pain's not going to stop until we figure all this out. So let's try to

from eviscerating each other until we get the job done.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Welcome to our past.

What is this box?

Hoser Hollywood?

Take a closer look, Logan.

You remember these places, don't you?

Created memories.

But to what purpose?

That's not how it happened.

I wasn't kidnapped in a parking lot.

Harry,

what happened?

Harry, little fireplug can't take it.

What the... What... That's... Who?

He's no son of mine.

He's some kind of animal.

He's full of wickedness. That's what it is.

But don't you worry, boy.

Jebediah Creed knows how to get the wickedness out of you.

No, please.

Please, Pa.

Not again.

I'll be good.

I'll be good.

I'll be good.

No!

Creed! Stop him!

Somebody! Stop him!

This is nuts.

Why would somebody want us to remember this like it was all terrible?

Touch me!

The cabin.

Was that a lie, too?

Fox, what's going on?

I think I may have found your answer. I have located records. A video journal of

the experiments carried out here.

Direct your attention to the overhead screens.

Despite initial setbacks, all subjects are responding to the trauma

conditioning. We will be able to reintegrate them into society with no

that we conditioned them.

When their covert services are needed...

They will attack their target and then remember nothing.

The key is to reach the subconscious mind.

The subjects must be repeatedly exposed to a simulation of extreme emotional

trauma. While using psychoactive chemicals, we flood the subject's minds

false memories, overwhelming them, breaking them down, making them

The process seems to work best when based on actual life events.

A lie which is half the truth.

Is ever the blackest of lies, Tennyson?

There's your answer, Fox.

It's all a load of garbage.

Our memories are some chrome dome science project.

Let's find the jerk and do some traumatizing of our own. One moment,

There's more.

The remarkable tissue regeneration in the subjects codenamed Wolverine and

Sabretooth appears to be genetic.

We believe this healing factor may enable subjects to survive the

bonding process theorized by Professor Oyama. We will try the process on

Wolverine first, then, if successful, on Sabretooth.

Well, what do you know?

If the runk hadn't trashed the place, I could have had pin -plated bones, too.

You ought to thank me.

That is the final tape.

I've checked this place out, but there's one chamber I can't get into.

That's why I sent for you.

Adamantium? I held a cutting laser on it for over an hour. This is all it did.

The thing's got some sort of DNA lock on it.

This is the only way in.

Four panels, four of us.

The answers have got to be in there.

Your hypothesis appears correct, Midfox.

It is a genetic scanner, but I... Can it, Funtball?

Let's do it.

Something is wrong here.

If they were trying to hide the truth from you, why would they place it behind

door only the four of you could open?

This whole deal is rotten, Hank.

But whatever's in there, I gotta know.

Nothing! Not a blasted thing!

Look!

Welcome.

I cannot say I'm happy you four are here.

Your presence indicates that you have discovered the truth about your memory

therapy. The conditioning has failed. When you open the door, a fail -safe

program is activated, a code named TALOS, which will see to your capture

reprogramming. Uncontrolled, with your true memories returning, you are a

to our operations.

Looks like we'll get a little action this trip after all.

Hold it, Creed. Let's find out what we're up against.

Maverick, get in the area.

Blue Boy, get those doors open.

My name is Mr. McCoy, madam.

Not Blue Boy.

I've got a massive power storage right below us.

I am Thanos.

You ought to be reprogrammed.

If you resist, I will terminate you.

Another pen -can with an attitude.

Maverick! Give Sabretooth a blaster. You got it.

Keep the robot busy while Wolverine attacks.

Unit in capture mode.

If you tough guys have a plan, this will be a real good time to use it.

I'm getting too old for this.

Weaponry at stun level.

Stun, huh?

Sorry. Now, I play Perky.

Power source is buried pretty deep. We have to get a termite grenade right next

to it, inside the arm. I'll dig the hole.

You plan to see.

Unit is frontally compromised.

End capture mode.

He's no son of mine.

Thanks,

Mr. McCoy.

Nice suit.

Thanks. I'll refer you to my tailor.

How's that door coming, Hank? I believe I... Well,

looky here.

I got me a new ashtray.

Structural integrity severely compromised.

Activating mnemonic trauma trigger.

My word.

Primary attack unit now disabled.

Activating secondary attack unit. This could be a problem.

I am followed.

You are to be terminated.

These pyrotechnics are bound to attract unwanted attention.

I suggest we beat a hasty retreat.

I shall prepare the minijet.

So long, Logan.

It was good to see you.

Yeah, me too.

Fox, I don't know what they did to us, to our memories, but some of you and me

must have been true.

Do you remember the cabin?

I carved our names in that door.

Don't you get it, Logan?

It was all made up.

The fake cabin in there didn't have any names on the door.

Ours did. It happened, Fox.

We happened.

Perhaps. But that was another lifetime.

Goodbye, Logan.

The mini -jet's ready.

Where's Sabretooth?

Don't know and don't care.

Whatever his reasons were, he saved my skin back there.

I think we've both had enough for one day.

What does it all mean, Hank?

I came here to find answers.

And now I know less than I did before.

I can't even trust my own memories.

I have no simple solution for you, Logan.

Professor Xavier has helped you in the past.

He and the other X -Men are there for you now.

Those are real memories.

Ones I know you can trust.

Come on now.

Let's go home.

Thank you.