Spiritwalker
Yet another story by Amber Cloud. The following is a Mutant X story. I don't own these characters, but Kari Spiritwalker is my own creation. Don't sue me, you won't get any money from me.
Prologue-
The call in the middle of the night awakened Jesse Kilmartin before the phone rang. Something was very wrong, he knew it, but the uneasiness woke him from a sound sleep.
He was halfway to the communication lab at Sanctuary when Shalimar Fox met him in the hallway. He knew that she tended to be sensitive to the world, much like feral animals know when a natural disaster is about to occur. They both ran for the ringing comm., something was happening. Something very bad.
"Sanctuary, go ahead," Jesse grabbed the comm steps before Shalimar.
"Jesse, it's Kari Spiritwalker, San Francisco," a female voice that sounded oddly calm, "We have had a 7.9 earthquake and we need help, stat."
"Gotya, we're inbound in 20 minutes, you need more than us?" Shalimar answered, "Have you contacted the local relief?"
"Hey Shal," Kari continued, " Yes, but they don't want to touch the safehouse."
Jesse sighed. Humans and mutants not working together in a disaster was inhuman. Time to be better than xenophobic humans. At least Mutant X believed in helping all.
"Kari, see you soon," Jesse cut off the commlink and started to put on the jacket that he left on the chair, "Shal, you get Brennan, I'll get…"
"Already up, " Brennan Mulwray interrupted, fully dressed and standing behind them, "Lexa is loading the Helix. How bad is it? Kari send any hard info?"
"Not much, except that the safehouse is pretty much toast, " Jesse ran his fingers through his hair, "She is way too calm, just like we know Kari to be."
As they entered the double Helix, Lexa Pierce, the fourth member of their team, raised an eyebrow.
"Who is this Kari Spiritwalker?" she asked, strapping herself in.
"We've never met her," Jesse replied, setting the Helix in motion, "She came to us via vid, we know she's a mutant and she volunteered to run the safehouse. She's been there for about two years and nothing has rattled her feathers."
Shal switched her com to the news reports of the quake in San Francisco. While the damage was quite small, the places where the damage was the worst was a horrifying sight. Fires abounded, but several were out of control. Shal hated fire and secretly prayed that she would not have to anywhere near one.