Wolverine scowled as he descended a staircase leading to the underground facility. The entire place stank of a variety of things, namely blood, sweat and feces. Dark bloodstains adorned the filthy walls, remnants of sickening experiments performed within the chambers. Foul-smelling liquid oozed from cracks in a large transparent tube that had apparently not been used for decades. "I'll take the left," stated Wolverine as he dashed down one of the corridors. "Looks like that's our target!" Storm whispered to Nightcrawler and Iceman. "Not yet. We have to find out what he's up to."