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Lights flashed in the ready room of the mansion, all of the alarms had been turned to silent to ensure that the remaining students were not frightened. Bishop scanned as many of the screens as he could looking at multiple news feeds as they came in.
There had been an attack, in Iowa it seemed and it appeared that Mutants were being blamed. There were now low level protests and attacks occurring throughout the state but it was starting to escalate and it was only a mater of time before there were deaths.
Cerebro had started to direct the news feeds through to the ready room screens where there was always a member of one of the team on security detail. Ever since Wanda Maximoff had created the havoc of M day there had been so many uprisings. They had, thus far been small in nature but it was, non the less a worrying trend. Bishop looked away from the screens and sent out the standard message to come for a staff meeting, through the com links all members of an active team would have on them.
The door to the ready room was flung open as Logan stomped in, stogie clamped between his teeth, coffee in hand. He growled at Bishop who just gestured over at the screens. Logan rested against the table watching the screens and raised on eyebrow at the large man who still sat silent in his chair. Bishop just looked shrugged, feeling no need to speak, the images said it all really. The rest of the team started to come in to the rooms in ones and twos, most with coffee. Gambit and Bobby appeared arguing about about some sports game they had been watching the night before, Sam Guthrie strode in with his sister and Worthington followed closely by Storm and Betsy Braddock.
"Good goddess Logan, put that fowl thing out" she admonished the stocky Canadian gesturing to the stogie.
"Ah hell 'Ro give a man a break, its too early for this"
"Logan either you put it out or I will" The warning was clear in Storms voice and a quick glance from Logan showed her eyes starting to mist over.
"I quite agree" a cold voice came from the back of he room. Logan glanced up to see Emma Frost and Scott Summers walk into the room, the last of the team were here. Logan let out a world weary sigh and removed is cigar from his mouth. Had it just been Frost then he would have made a game of it and kept on with his smoking but 'Ro looked pretty serious and no amount of amusement from annoying the famed White Queen would make being hit by lightening or drenched in rain worth it, though it was a close run thing. Besty passed over an ashtray as she moved to the spare seat on Logan's right allowing him to stub out the half smoked cigar.
Scott Summers walked over to Bishop and looked over at the information Cerebro was feeding through to the room. He had been somewhat delayed by Emma and a new outfit she had been showing him when the message came through that they all needed to assemble and it had taken him longer to get there than he usually liked. He liked to be the first man in the room but today he was the last. Glancing over at Bishop he asked "Is this everything?" The only response he received was a nod while the man from the future stared stoically ahead at the news feeds.
Scott straightened and walked to the front of the room as the other members of the team took their seats around the large oval table. Emma he noticed , had already made her way to the seat at the front of the room and looked down over the members of the team. He could not help but think that at moments like this Emma was so much the image of her namesake, a queen looking down over her court. He also saw that her choice of seat had not gone unnoticed by some of the other members of the team, especially Remy and Storm. He loved his wife dearly but there were days where he just wished that she would think about others before herself. Whether or not she meant it, she always seemed to manage to get someone's back up. He hoped that today there would be no arguments or sniping. Emma smiled over at him as he walked to the front of the room and he felt himself smile back. He had not thought that he would smile again after Jean, but Emma had helped him find that level of happiness. As he reached the front of the room he coughed to get the teams attention. Slowly silence filled the room as they all quieted down. Seeing that he had everyones attention he addressed the group
"Right Bishop you want to take us through what we got here before we head out"