At 3 a.m., the motel window shattered—MRD soldiers, armed to the teeth, stormed in. Bill's memories screamed: Sinister's experiments, mutant abductions. They grabbed Lily, her cry igniting his rage.
"Template: The Hulk. Control level: Low."He roared, smashing through the wall, soldiers scattering. A dart hit Lily, and she slumped—visions of Weapon X labs flashed, mutants strapped to tables. The Hulk surged, but Clara's shout—"Bill, you'll hurt her!"—pierced the haze.Fear took over.
"New Template Unlocked: Wolverine. Regeneration and enhanced senses activated."Claws sprang from his knuckles, and he sliced through the soldiers' gear, precise despite the comics' warnings of Wolverine's berserker rage. One held a gun to Clara's head—Bill's senses caught the man's pulse, and he disarmed him in a blur, catching Clara as she fell.Lily stirred as he scooped her up. "Dad…""I've got you," he said, claws retracting. "We're gone."