I hit the ground hard as Logan threw me out of the way of the shower of bullets. All the noise around me seemed to silence as each bullet hit his body with a dull thud. All I could do was watch, as they shot him over and over as he struggled to stay upright, to repair himself in time for the next onslaught of bullets.

A large gust of wind from Storm shot through the group, knocking our attackers to the ground. Logan stumbled forward and barely stayed upright as I grabbed him , his uniform hanging off him in shreds. With each breathe I could taste the metallic tang of blood as I pulled him towards the Blackbird. Jubilee held the door open for us, an adrenaline-high smile on her face. I stumbled forward as Jean took Logans heavy weight off me and pushed him gently onto the medical bed. The bay doors begin me closed with a bang as I stood frozen in place. Jean was now totally focused on Logan, her instruments and gauze swirling around her as she began applying pressure to the worse of his wounds. Beside me, Storm quietly grimaced as she stepped over the trail of Logan's blood and gave me a gentle push towards my seat.

I stared blankly ahead, numb as the battle played through my head. I barely even registered as Scott barked out orders as he prepared to lift off. Jean strapped Logan to the bed as he finally lost consciousness. All the noise of the engines and post-fight chatter faded into white noise as I watch Jean quietly gathered up the discarded, blood soaked towels and placed them into a small bin beside the bed. Jubilee leaned over me, strapping me into the seat as the Jet engines rumbled into action. My attention turned to the window we flew from the scene of the battle. Below, the Brotherhood members on the ground scrambled, making their way back to their town stronghold south of our small battlefield.

I broke out of my haze as a white towel was waved in my face. "Heya chica, you might wanna wash down your face." Jubilee said quietly, pushing the towel into my hands.

I stroked the white towel down my face and held it in front of myself. I suppressed a shudder as it was soaked in blood. Logan's blood.

"I'm never doing this again" I said quietly to myself as I calmly dabbed the towel against my leather suit.

Jubilee looked at me with uncertainty, that silly adrenaline smile still lingering on her face. "It wasn't the smartest attack but at least we'll be ready for next time."

"No Jubilee," I said, dropping the blood soaked towel at my feet. "This is it; I quit. I quit this fucking war."

Jubilee managed to stumbled out a quiet "but.." before I held up a hand to silence her. Her hand rested on my shoulder for the briefest of moments before she stood up and moved a few seats down.

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling and let the exhaustion and the dull rumble of the engines lull me to sleep.