Ottawa, Canada. The X-Man known as Logan a.k.a. Wolverine decides that it is a cold night for a stakeout, but that things should be heating up any minute. Wolverine has been watching Wild Child’s apartment for hours now, he figured that the Wild Child has to come back to it soon, after all, an animal always brings the night’s hunt back to its home. ‘And that’s what I’m hunting tonight. An animal’.
Wolverine isn’t the only person out hunting tonight, so is Heather McNeil Hudson a.k.a. Vindicator, leader of Alpha Flight. Heather enters Wild Child’s apartment, thinking to herself that it is the last address they had in Alpha Flight’s records, hoping that it is accurate. Rats scurry past Heather. ‘Disgusting!’ she thinks, before reminding herself that is what Wild Child is - a disgusting, sadistic animal.
‘Whose crossed the line and started killing for fun, not survival’ Logan thinks to himself, before realizing that Heather went in twenty minutes ago, and that his dear friend does not know he is here - doesn’t know that he is even alive. Logan decides that he should do something to correct that, after all, he and Heather go back a long way, before thinking that here and now is not appropriate. Logan cannot smell Wild Child, and decides that if Heather is going to wait inside, she will be okay, provided she is wearing her battle suit.
Heather shines her torch around the dark rooms, thinking to herself that the smell is overwhelming - rats, urine, excrement, spoiled food - and wonders how Wild Child could have gotten this bad, not to mention, that if he comes back, how far she is willing to go to stop him. ‘Is he a sick man who needs help or a rabid animal who should be put to sleep?’ Heather wonders, when suddenly out from the darkness, Wild Child leaps at her from behind, cutting her across the back, Heather stumbles to the ground, dropping her flashlight.
‘Know you. I do. Hudson? Yes!’ Wild Child snarls. ‘Wife to die like husband. Metal and flesh, bleeding as one!’ Wild Child exclaims making reference to the death of Heather’s husband, Guardian. Heather realizes that Wild Child has ripped through the battle suit underneath her civilian clothing, as it is not responding to her cybernetic signals.
Wolverine realizes that Heather is in trouble, and wonders why he wasn’t able to smell Wild Child. ‘Ten seconds, all I need. Just give me ten seconds’ Logan thinks to himself.
Wild Child sings as he raises a clawed hand above Heather, while holding her throat with his other. ‘Whistle while you work, Heather’s such a jerk!’. Heather decides that Wild Child is crazy and that she needs to put him to sleep - but she can’t. She realizes that she is losing blood, and with her powers down, she is no match for Wild Child’s strength. ‘I don’t want to die like this’ Heather thinks to herself, ‘I’m sorry Mac, Logan, Madison. I’m sorry…’. Wild Child plunges his claws into Heather’s stomach. ‘Oooh, I bet that hurt. Yes? Alive. How about one more, eh?’ he snarls.
Suddenly though, Wild Child is tossed out of one of the windows, shattering the glass as he plummets to the ground below. Logan entered, undetected, which gave him the opportunity to do that. The stench of Wild Child’s place assaults Wolverine’s senses, but one scent is stronger than all the others. The scent of blood. Heather’s blood. ‘This ain’t a man in need of help…it’s an animal in need of slaughter - And I’m gonna be the butcher!’ Wolverine exclaims as he lunges out the window towards Wild Child, brutally attacking the younger man, but Wild Child retaliates with just as much ferocity.
‘Okay then, this is one cow that’s fighting back!’ Logan exclaims as Wild Child kicks the former Alphan in the face. ‘Wanted you. Oh, yes!’ Wild Child snarls. ‘Long time!’ he adds, lunging for Logan again. ‘Cow fights back but good’ Logan thinks, deciding that he can live with that as he smacks Wild Child in the face. Wild Child kicks Wolverine in the stomach, knocking him back as he calls Logan an old man, a soft man.
Logan decides that he has to keep Wild Child talking, but there is no problem there, as Wild Child doesn’t shut up, calling Wolverine human flesh, caring flesh. Wild Child asks what would happen if he turned and ran away, what would the old human man do? ‘Does he follow Wild Child? With fury in his heart and blood in eye, does he hunt Wild Child down?’. Wild Child declares that he thinks not, ‘Not with pretty Heather pretty bloody’ the savage mutant exclaims. ‘Pretty head, maybe?’ he asks, ‘Or still clinging to life?’ Wild Child remarks, before exclaiming that the hunter would finish the hunt.
‘Wouldn’t he, Wolverine?’ Wild Child exclaims, before disappearing, without Wolverine noticing. Logan is annoyed, but as the hunter, knows that he would also help save the life of his friend - a friend who needs him badly. Logan rushes over to Heather, blood is everywhere….
Later, Logan has spent three hours waiting in Ottawa General Hospital, laying low so no one sees him, as he cannot afford to be recognized. Logan knows that the doctor tending to Heather is Dr. Giloski, someone who has patched Logan up in the past, so Logan can trust him to keep quiet, as Giloski is a good man who knows the game. Soon, an unconscious Heather is wheeled out in a chair to Logan. Giloski informs Logan that Heather lost a lot of blood, and has some damage to her intestinal tract. ‘Took more stitches than we had thread it seemed!’ Giloski adds that Heather should pull through, before remarking that he supposes when Heather wakes up, she shouldn’t know Logan was here.
Logan leaves, lights a cigarette, thankful that Giloski knows the game. ‘And so do I’. Logan unsheathes both of his claws. ‘All right, Wild Child…I’m done playing the part of the man now…let the hunt begin!’.