Victor’s hearing picked up on that, and caused the feral bastard to smile to himself as his body still hid deep amongst the shadows, whilst Maggott tried to come up with his own suggestions for how they could get of the group’s mutual situation. He suffered through incarceration before – in his line of work it was an occasional interruption – but usually he could just walk out with a flash of claw and the easy death of a handful of guards. Only time that was ever really different, was during his first time here; back then they’d somehow neutered him, so to speak, until he eventually agreed to go along with them in exchange for an upgrade.

Still being here prevented from just going out and slaying anyone he fancied, which only gave cause for his other main drive to take precedence, and he was looking at the females of the team in a far different light. They will still meat, but a much different kind, and as he wasn’t about to go jump either of the two that were here now, then he’d use the aroma of Jean-Paul’s fragrantly insane sister to keep him warm for the night.

Inez, the crazy songstress – her scent didn’t match what she seemed as it carried salted water and the reek of plastic on top of her pheromones other more natural odours. The girl was fake, carrying implants of a different kind from the ones on offer here.

The girl with the claws, on the other hand, intrigued him. Ignoring her pithy responses to the point he was trying to make, her was trying to work out what it was about her that didn’t add up, namely, her scent. It was so familiar, almost like he’d raped and killed her mother very recently, but he just couldn’t place it … the runt! He couldn’t believe he’d been blind to it before now, but it was there – Logan’s foul reek with just a hint of double-X chromosome. It explained what he’d felt, attraction and repulsion in equal measure. The last thing he would need to here now though, was …

"Wolverine got his collar off without blowing his neck off, I can do it too."

He snapped. Without warning or much provocation beyond just hearing the name, he just sprung forward, travelling as a blur until he appeared just a few centimetres from her face

“Don’t you dare say his name!” He spat out, drool travelling down the corners of his mouth. “If Mr. Hero is so damned good, then why isn’t he here right now? His collar fell off, no big secret, and then he did a runner! He didn’t stay and help out his girlie little boyfriend, did he? No, he ran, just like he always has! Its what he’s best at…” He added, with venom oozing from his voice.

Spending a few more seconds looking X23 in the face, he just couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before; her face even had a slimmer, younger look of him. And she had claws – not quite the complete set, much like the scent. Taking a shot, he aimed a hopeful shot at her. “Guess you kinda lucked out for a daddy, didn’t ya, baby runt.” His mouth curved into a vicious smile, sadisctic pleasure dripping from his face.