In the Line of Fire:
Logan dodged between two buildings, aiming for an alley that would allow him some cover but still give him maneuverability and a firing point. Generally it was his practice to forgo the use of firearms or any kind of long range weapon, unless it was him and Pitor and the Fastball Special, but picking bullets out of his body really fucking hurt.
Besides, he was a really fucking awesome shot. He took down quite a few of them before someone got lucky. He knew right away that it was some serious tranquilizers, because he could taste the chemical in the air around him. Either someone was sloppy loading it, or had they weren’t that great a shot and some had burst on the wall behind him. Regardless it was self injecting and quick release, so by the time he pulled the dart from his skin, it was already way to fucking late.
He made the best of his last few moments, radioing Scott to get the fuck outta Dodge, he’d catch up later, and killing five more of the fuckers before his eyelids closed. He lashed out with his claws in a dramatic Last Stand before unconsciousness claimed him.
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