"Oh, look at the little X-Men. So broken-hearted after this terrible loss." Mystique stepped into the room.

"What are you doing here, Mystique!" Scott jumped out from his chair.

"You need help. I can get it." she stated as she smirked and sat herself down in a chair.

"Why would we take help from you?" Scott shot back.

"Because you need it, that's why. Your precious little kids are captured and every second that you wait is a second that they could be tortured."

Scott let out a breath and collapsed back into his chair. "Okay. What's in it for you?"

"Nothing. It's what's in it for her."

"Who's her?" He leaned forward.

"You don't need to know that."

"How can we contact her?"

Mystique flipped open a cellphone and dialed a number in response.