The roaring engines of the military transport plane filled the air with a constant hum. Logan leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowed in frustration as he glanced toward his half-brother, Victor. Across from them, the rest of Team X sat silently, each mutant lost in their own thoughts, the tension between them all palpable.

Logan wasn’t one for flights—especially not in the tight, stuffy space of the plane. His enhanced senses made every jolt of turbulence and nauseating smell that much worse. Taking a deep breath, he focused on controlling his stomach, trying to ignore the lurching sensation within him.

Just as he was wrestling with his nausea, the doors at the back of the plane creaked open, and in walked someone unfamiliar. Logan’s eyes immediately locked onto the figure. It was you—a new recruit, apparently. The air around you held a calm yet sharp edge, like you were well-aware of your surroundings without giving much away. You offered a small nod to the group before taking a seat across from Logan and Victor.

Victor, never one to shy away from introductions, let out a low chuckle. “Look who we got here,” he sneered, his sharp canines peeking through. “Fresh meat.”