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"Hey! You!"
Brennan didn't turn around, he knew better than that. Never look back. Never, ever, turn around. You keep your attention where you're headed and if you have to make a run for it, you know exactly what's in your way. Perfect sense. Rule one, if he had rules, or the time to think about them. Never look back. Never, ever, turn around.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jesse and Emma look back, and the unpleasant sensation of inevitability swept over him. Any moment now someone would open fire on them, or someone would trip. There'd probably be a baby carriage or a sheet of glass being carried across their path involved, maybe even a car chase. No good ever came from looking back when someone yelled and you were carrying the entire contents of their company's security computer on a disk in your pocket. Damn disk.
"You dropped this ma'am"
Emma smiled at the slightly flustered guard who had chased them towards the doors. His hands were sweating from the exertion and his face reddened the longer she looked at him. Young, he couldn't have been on the job long, and he didn't even have the confidence to meet her eyes. It was kind of sweet in a way, she resisted the temptation to open her mind to his emotions and see whether he was as dirty as everyone else employed by Gen-Core seemed to be. She didn't want the disappointment.
Instead she gave him a bright smile, ignoring the strangely tense signals she was receiving from Brennan and Jesse's simply impatient ones, taking the scarf that was now being held towards her.
"Thank you .. " She read his name button ... "Ellis. That was very kind of you."
Ellis' blush deepened and he mumbled something as he backed away towards his security station. Emma allowed her smile to become a grin as they left the building and walked briskly towards the position of their cloaked transport, making a mental note to ask Brennan what had been making him so jumpy lately when they got back. It was a jarring chord of wrong in him that was beginning to wear on her psychic nerves, so what on earth it must be doing to his she could begin to guess.
Jesse barely caught the disk that was thrown to him like it was burning, he frowned as he tucked it safely into his jacket pocket, beginning to form a question that died pre-vocal as Brennan turned on his heel and took off into the city without a word.
Instead he was silent as he took his place in the cockpit of the plane, waiting until they were air born to look at Emma. He couldn't quite think of how to broach the subject of his worry over Brennan's behaviour. Maybe he was just over reacting, no one else had said anything, and it wasn't like Emma wouldn't be able to tell if there was something really wrong.
"So.... You think Adam will give us a gold star?"
She flashed him a smile then returned her attention to monitoring the clear skies.
"He might, but I think I'd settle for an evening off. I have definite plans, and they all involve dancing. My very stylish and way too expensive new shoes will not be denied."
Jesse just chuckled, it wasn't often Emma was so vocal about wanting time off, a sure sign that they were due some. Maybe Adam would take pity on them and give them some official R&R. Maybe that was just what all they needed.
Jude Riley did not consider herself a bad person; although her moral compass wasn't really something she devoted a great deal of her time monitoring. Not when there were so many other important things to occupy her schedule morning, noon and night. But, if asked, she would have admitted in the blunt manner she preferred that the ends, in her opinion, did justify the means.
She watched on monitor as a security guard gave the woman her dropped scarf. Glancing at the open file on her desk was no more than a habit; she knew their contents by heart now. Emma deLauro, Psionic of the Telempath strain, surprisingly far developed despite the lateness of exhibiting conscious control over her mutancy. 21 years of age, known member of Mutant X.
Beside Ms deLauro was a young man that the file identified as Jesse Kilmartin, Molecular with the ability to increase or decrease his mass, 24 years of age, known member of Mutant X. Nearly off camera and appearing oddly distorted, not quite in focus in any of the frames, was the still recognisable Brennan Mulwray, Elemental with the DC charge capable at last estimate of powering a small city. 28 years of age and, of course, known member of Mutant X. But that didn't explain why it appeared to be creating a static interference around him when the stolen picture in the file was perfectly uneffected. Interesting.
She made a note to include that in her report to Eckhart, smiling slightly at the good news she was able to give him. They had taken the files that she had worked so hard to make known to them as subtly as possible, and they had taken the scarf contaminated with nearly pure X-287. He would be pleased. And if Eckhart was pleased, her company would not suffer the fate of so many of Genomex' other front companies and be dissolved.
More importantly, she would not be dissolved with it.
Now all they could do was hope Adam was the genius everyone she knew so grudgingly admitted him to be. Of course, if he wasn't, at least Genomex would have the pleasure of knowing his people would die long before any of their own. The dose of, thus far, incurable X-287 would ensure that unless he could do what Genomex had found themselves unable to do. Cure it.
Notes
This is a short first chapter to see if it's worth continuing or not, let me know if it is :)