Quietly

It was late at night, and not a sound could be heard. On the edge of a city, a dilapidated looking facility stood, seeming abandoned to anyone who saw it from the outside. Of course, this wasn’t the case, and the current state of the interior made that more than clear. Bodies of guards and scientists lay strewn and discarded across the floor, some in much better condition than others, either way, it was more than clear that… Something had happened here.

Among the carnage a short, young-looking woman with raven-black hair silently made her way through the facility. This was Laura Kinney, better known as X-23. Standing at about 5’1, having been sent here by the X-Men to destroy the research facility and capture or eliminate any scientists she came across. Despite that though, the X-**** member, for once in her life wasn’t responsible for the state the facility was in now.

Needless to say, that was a cause for concern for the girl, who was currently dressed in her standard outfit, a black crop-top, a black mask with red eyes, black combat boots and leather pants that clung just a little too tight to her rather generously-sized behind, and of course a black choker with a pendant attached. “What the hell happened here?” She mumbled to herself, her enhanced sense of smell and hearing tuned and searching for any possible explanation for what could of happened here. Unfortunately for the Wolverine clone, the carnage that had unfolded was enough to mask and hide the older woman hiding in the rafters above, watching her.

Kimiko Miyashiro, better known as The Female of the Species, Mon Coeur, Terrorist, Stevie fucking Wonder and whatever else Butcher could come up with when he was feeling creative. The other superhuman stood at just barely an inch taller than Laura, although she was dressed in a very similar style. Observing what was currently her prey, Kimiko grinned, this girl was like her, very much like her, there would be time for formalities and introductions later, but right now, it was time to have fun.