Hi all! Chapter Ten here and way sooner than i expected! :)

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Here's the not-so-belated tenth chapter. :)

Chapter Ten

Kitty bit back a frustrated sigh as she roamed the endless halls of Institute. She'd only been here a few days and despite being given a cursory tour by Logan and Professor Xavier, she had no idea how to find her way anywhere. Not that she was looking for anywhere specific in the first place; she was roaming in search of somewhere private. Despite the number of mutants living here, privacy wasn't such a big issue. . . But Kitty was looking for solitude for more reasons than just not wanting to be interrupted.

She had tried to remain clean. Really, she had. But the stress of the events of the past few days was omnipresent and so she felt she deserved at least a little something to 'calm' her nerves. . . Of course that little something wasn't quite enough, so she had sneaked away yesterday to procure something a little more potent from her 'friends'. Really, she wasn't too thrilled to call them that, considering they were the ones to get her 'off the wagon' in the first place. But oh well, one does what one has to.

Logan had given her suspicious looks when she had disappeared for a few hours, but hadn't said anything. For that Kitty was grateful, if a little remorseful. In fact, the whole time she'd been here he had asked few questions. Even when he had brought her from the city, there was no questioning looks, no judging remarks, no inquiry's as to what happened. Although, Kitty knew, he was concerned, he understood that questions wouldn't get him anywhere. Kitty felt a little guilty at not explaining, but she wasn't ready to tell him what had happened. A part of her was afraid he would go into a frenzy and end up slicing Lance and the others into bit's. . . Another part of her didn't really have a problem with that, at least as far as Lance was concerned.

The only thing Kitty had been sure to tell him, for reassurance on her part, was that she didn't want anyone else knowing of her 'problems'. He had grunted in reply, but she knew he understood. Hell, he probably wouldn't have said anything anyway, but Kitty wanted to be certain. She could imagine one of the do gooders at the Institute giving her a sermon and getting all pushy about her, admitted, addictions. Of course she soon found out that telling Logan to keep quiet didn't really do any good. She had noticed the looks she received from some of the mansions residents; looks laced with pity. It made her angry, she didn't want anyone feeling sorry for her. Then the red-headed one, Jean, had come to her, skirting around in a roundabout way at first, but then rather openly saying that 'Everyone is here for you. . . We support you. . . Blah, blah, blah.'. Then she had mentioned they had a "Good doctor, he can really help with. . . You know.'. In the end Kitty had gotten angry and told her (In not to friendly terms) to leave her alone. The red-head had complied, but not without once again reaffirming that she would be around if Kitty needed 'help'.

From that moment on Kitty had not exactly presented a friendly attitude towards Jean, who she learned was a telepath, like the Professor. This flared Kitty's temper up and she had accused Jean of getting in her head. The telepath had emphatically denied doing so, but it had done little to calm Kitty's temper. . . In truth, Kitty knew she was being unfair, and perhaps even being a bitch. But she didn't want to show any weakness towards these people just yet. . . Although she had resolved that when the time came, she would ask for help. If reluctantly.

For now, however. . . She needed somewhere where she wouldn't be interrupted for a couple of hour. And seeing as how there were two telepaths in the house, she didn't particularly feel safe in letting her guard down anywhere where they might be present, despite Xavier's assurance that he would never pry into the mind of someone unwillingly and Jeans echoed response after Kitty blew up at her.

For this reason she had wandered the halls of the institute for the past half-hour, unsure of where she was going and hiding a packet of decidedly unwelcome contraband beneath her blouse. She had passed a few other residents along the way, but none had tried to make much conversation, merely acknowledging her with polite inquiries as to how she was getting along so far and assurance that if she needed help finding her way around to just ask. Kitty had remained polite, but her body language showed she was in no mood for conversation or questions and so she was left alone for the most part. Although once again she caught a couple of pitying looks and even one of contempt. . . She tried to keep her temper in check and pressed on, hunting for an elusive place where she would not be disturbed.

Kitty couldn't help but be a little awed at the size and luxury of the Institute. . . It was, after all, a mansion. And she very easily admitted it was a significant improvement over the crummy boarding house. It seemed the place truly had everything and were it not for her growing need to sedate her habit, she would've inspected her surroundings much more thoroughly; she'd already had to force herself to continue on, after catching herself gawking.

Now she was wandering down a hallway that seemed less luxurious and more utilitarian. It was sparsely decorated, with only a few lights and a couple of straight-backed chair's populating it's length. Nearing the end, Kitty looked questioningly at the door that blocked her progress. . . It wasn't wooden or oaken like some of the others, but instead appeared to be made of a heavy-duty steel. She eyed it cautiously, before trying the knob. . .

'Locked. Damn.' She thought.

It was then she noticed a keypad on the wall, a red light blinking incessantly, indicating that only the correct code would allow access to the area beyond. Kitty just gave a wry smile; it was times like these when she was glad of her mutation.

Casting a wary glance over her shoulder, she phased through the doorway and found herself in a spacious area, dimly lit and completely different from anywhere else she had been thus far. As her eyes adjusted to the low-light, she caught sight of something massive in the center of the room and her breath hitched in her chest.

'Is that a. . . '

. . . Jet.

There in the middle of the vast room was a gigantic aircraft. It's design resembled an SR-71 Blackbird, but it appeared larger and much more retrofitted. Darkly colored and appearing as a massive black mass in the low-light; Kitty could still make out the sleek lines and sharp angles of the aircraft's body. What stunned her most was the sheer size of the jet, it took her breath away, so unexpected was the sight.

'What the hell kind of place is this?' She wondered.

Taking a few steps forward the aircraft only grew in size, boggling her mind as she approached the large wheels attached to the landing gear. She looked around the room, which she now realized was a hanger, and then back up at the aircraft towering above her. . .

Well. . . If there was any place that she would find privacy. . . This looked to be it.

With a grin she phased her way up onto the behemoth.

"Hunh. . . Grrrr. . . That all you got?"

Logan growled out as he leaped to he feet, recovering from a haphazard judo flip executed by his sparring partner, Scott Summer's. The two were locked in a mock-battle inside the Institute's gym, situated just off the aptly named Danger Room, where the X-Men trained in battle simulations, as well as being put through rigorous physical challenges.

"Not hardly old ma- Oof!" Scott's rebuttal was abruptly cut off by Logan's shoulder plowing into his solar-plexus.

Logan slammed the younger man to the floor, twisting his own body as he did and using his momentum to carry him forward, springing around to land on his feet, immediately assuming a readied position; knowing that despite being pummeled hard enough to bring down the most hardy of quarterbacks, Scott would be on his feet almost as fast as Logan had. True to form, Scott was already rushing towards Logan, a scowl fixed on his face.

Logan smirked, Scott was rushing to make it seem as if he was throwing caution to the wind, but Logan knew the tactic, knew that someone of Scott's training wouldn't be so bullheaded in his attack. Nevertheless, he decided to humor his opponent and made as if he was going to counter Scott's impending contact, knowing full well that Scott was probably making a similar assessment as Logan had. Just before the younger man reached Logan, he veered suddenly, faking a directive change, but just as suddenly pivoted and brought leg around into the burly mutants middle, a kick meant to knock the man back a few feet anyway. Logan saw the move coming a mile away, faking a response to Scott's sudden veer, only to grab Scott's calf as he pivoted into the kick, wrenching his leg upward and toppling his opponent back to the mat.

Once again Scott was back on his feet in a flash, this time keeping his distance as he assessed his next move. Logan gave a feral-grin at the young man, who was tiring, even if he tried not to show it. Logan had to hand it to the kid, he was tough. With most of the other students, especially the younger ones, Logan had to hold back when sparring, as they could not keep up with the expert fighter. Scott however, was able to hold his own. Logan respected that and enjoyed the slightly elevated challenge the de facto leader of the X-Men gave him, although in truth he still pulled his punches and kept his powers out of the factor, as did everyone who sparred. Logan figured the increased responsibility put on Scott as leader of the X-Men drove the young man to higher levels than the others around him, as he consistently strove harder, put in more hours and generally pushed himself to excel quicker than his teammates. His drive only seemed to increase with Logan's arrival, as Scott soon found the older man to be a helluva lot tougher and meaner than any previous instructor's.

But, Logan knew every man had his limit's, even himself and decided enough was enough for the day. He held up a hand to Scott, just as he was about to form some type of attack.

"Let's call it a day Shades."

"Hell no, let's finish this."

Logan shook his head. "Maybe i'm getting' tired." He offered.

"Yeah, B.S." Scott said, but relaxed.

Logan chuckled and began to make his way from the room. "Same time tomorrow and maybe I won't go easy on you next ti-"

Suddenly Logan found himself careening through the air, interrupting his comment, and landed on his back. He sat up quickly and saw Scott leaving the room.

"Need to pay attention, old man." He shot over his shoulder, before leaving the gym behind.

Logan growled and felt his anger spike. . . How the hell did that little twerp catch him off guard? Heaving an angry sigh he rose to his feet. . .

'Fuckin' gettin' soft. . . ' He thought bitterly, before making his way out of the room, halfway considering going after Scott and showing him what happens when you anger an 'old man'. . . Especially one with claws.

In the end he resigned to sulk, deciding the Institute might need their 'Fearless Leader' someday. . . But he'd make extra certain to push Cyclops to his limit's tomorrow. With a grim smirk Logan set off down the hall, heading for the kitchen to grab some much needed alcohol, ignoring the need to shower. Hell, just a little sweat. If someone (Ororo. . . ) complained then so be it. See if he cared.

Logan scowled as he veered his course, heading instead for the shower's.

'Beer isn't strong 'nuff anyway. . . ' He reasoned. He'd drank all the 'good stuff' already, necessitating a restock of his room's personal mini-bar.

As he walked the hall's, he passed by Kitty's newly established room. He paused for a moment outside her door, listening for any movement. When he heard none he concluded she was out somewhere. . . Hopefully staying on mansion grounds. He had been more than a little suspicious when she had disappeared yesterday and had went missing for a few hours. He knew for certain he had smelled some quite illegal substances on her, but considering the people she called 'friends', it could have been residual.

And really, he didn't want to confront her about his suspicions yet. He knew it was already enough to adjust to her new life at the Institute and he figured he'd give her awhile before coming down on her about her addictions. Besides, if she was here, it was a step in the right direction. Although he still didn't know the circumstances of her departure from the boardinghouse she'd stayed in, most likely they weren't of the best conditions. He'd smelled the anger coming off of her when he had picked her up, but he'd kept from questioning, partly because he knew it might only make things worse. . . And partly because he was worried she might change her mind if he started asking too many questions.

Despite his exterior attitude, Logan really did care for the girl. She was every bit the daughter he'd never had. . . Or expected. Or wanted. But in the end he was glad she'd came into his life. He was glad he hadn't left her on her own those many years ago when he'd found her, scared and alone and more of a child than anything. Now, though he'd been reluctant to admit it, she was a woman. And she was more than capable of making and dealing with her own decisions. . . So for now, he'd wait. She'd come to him when she was ready. And it was already more than he had expected, just her being here.

Having said that, he really wanted nothing more than to barge right up to her and demand answers. He wanted to know why she'd been so distant for the past couple of years, he wanted to know why she had refused his offer's to help. He wanted her to tell him if someone had hurt her and if they did he wanted to hunt them down and rend them limb from limb for even thinking about hurting his daughter. . . His daughter.

Hell, that thought had scared him, the first time he had thought of her as a daughter. He'd been through hell in his life, had seen thing's that would scar lesser men for the rest of their existence, hell, he had done things that would scar lesser men. But nothing had ever scared him. Sure, there were time's when he'd felt fear. . . But nothing had got too him like it did when he had realized that scrawny little runt of a teenage girl had wormed her way into his heart, in a way no other person had ever done. He'd found himself grinning when she was happy, angry when she was sad. . . Even more so angry when she was angry herself. . . And it had seized his heart, gripping it with fear. Fear for her safety, worry that he wouldn't be there to protect her, anger at the thought of anyone or anything trying to harm her in the first place.

It had been the reason why he had decided to leave behind the life he had lived and the one he dragged Kitty into. It'd been the deciding factor in making him clean up himself, in finding a better place to be and better person to become. Not that he'd ever been a complete vile person, he'd always had his limits, his morals, his innate sense of honor. Even when he'd run with the old gang, he'd set boundary's and limit's to their depravity. Something which hadn't sat well with a few concerned individuals. . . Both him and Kitty had come out of the ensuing situations changed; him more willing to lead a straighter path in life, her stronger and more driven. Each of them closer to the other, for it had left them with no other but themselves.

Then Kitty had fallen in with Alver's and his bunch of hood's. . . Logan had been firmly against her relationship with the rock-head from it's onset, which had led to several heated argument's between him and her. Most likely it had also led to her distance from him in recent years. But Logan had only wanted to help her, torn between the anger he felt at her stubbornness and the anger he felt at himself for introducing her into the sort of life she was beginning to lead. Things had certainly went sour. . .

But she was here now. And Logan would never admit the happiness he had felt when he had brought her to the Mansion. Joy tinged with a bittersweet knowledge of the long road she had ahead of her yet, filled with many hard steps and almost certainly a few fallback's. But Logan would be there to help her down the winding road, if only ever wishing the whole way that he could suffer the journey for her. She had already taken her first tentative steps towards recovery and whether she knew it or not, she was now in a place filled with people who would help her along the way.

"Logan. . . Would you please meet me in my study. . . I believe we may have an emergency and your assistance is required."

Logan felt Professor Xavier's voice, telepathically projected, startle him from his thought's. Although most of the mansion's resident's, especially the instructor's, were used to hearing Xavier's 'voice' in their heads, it was still something that could startle someone if they were lost in their thought's. Logan had been largely distrustful of Charles Xavier when they had first met, due in part to the telepath's ability. But he had trusted a gut instinct and decided to take a chance on the man. And despite his misgiving's about getting 'soft', he hadn't yet regretted the decision. He had come to respect and trust Xavier completely, finding him to be an intelligent and goodhearted man, who was genuinely concerned for Mutant's everywhere, the world over.

Once again Logan veered his course, heading back towards the direction that Xavier's study resided. Since joining up with Institute, Logan had come to expect certain responsibilities that arose from time to time. Sometimes they were simple affairs and other times they were truly a threat to the entire population. The Institute was more than a place where mutants could foster their abilities, it was a training ground and indeed, a proving ground, for the individuals. All mutants who resided there would eventually become X-Men, should they decide to. And as an X-Men, great responsibilities fell upon your shoulder's. . . In truth Logan sometimes felt a little leery about putting such a weight upon the shoulder's of mutants, who by all rights were still just kids. He had some reservations about the Institute being nothing but a militaristic recruitment facility when Xavier had first described it to him, until he was assured that each and every person made the decision to become an X-Men entirely on their own. Should they choose, they could merely take advantage of the services the Institute afforded, to teach them to control and adapt to their abilities and nothing more. They could reside there for as long as they pleased and no-one was forced to take part in anything they did not feel comfortable doing.

Nonetheless, there was always the possibility that each of them would face a life threatening situation someday, be it directly or indirectly related to the X-Men's endeavors. And for this reason, Logan made sure to train them all as rigorously as he could, putting them all through the paces, showing no mercy and being every bit the hard ass he was meant to be. Some of the younger mutant's had taken a dislike to him because of it, but Logan didn't care, so long as he felt secure in the knowledge that they would be able to handle themselves if the need arises.

As he neared the Professor's study, his thought's turn to what this emergency might be that the Professor had warned of. Invariably he had felt a slight twinge of fear that it might have something to with Kitty's recent arrival, but he pushed that thought aside. Judging from Xavier's urgent tone, it was something much more dire. Entering the study he found Scott was also present, his hair damp from showering. He gave a slight scowl at the boy and Scott smirked, no doubt gloating over the fact that he had got the upper hand on Logan.

Logan pried his thought's away from the sudden violent urge he felt to send the smirking young man crashing through the wall and turned his attention to Xavier.

"You rang, Chuck?" He asked.

The wheelchair bound man gave a slight smile and inclined his head.

"Yes. . . I believe there is a situation that may require the assistance of the X-Men. . ."

"Ah, you want me to send out word to 'suit up'?"

The Professor shook his head solemnly.

"No, Logan, for this I believe we'll keep the number's few. Just you and Scott will be handling this one."

Xavier wheeled his chair closer to the two men and regarded them both with an inquisitive look. Logan recognized this as the look Charles gave before announcing the details of any mission's, a moment he took to collect his thought's before divulging them.

"I have received a distress call from a. . . Ah, old associate." He began. "We were old colleagues once, friend's really. . ." Xavier trailed off as if recalling day's gone by, but recognized that he was diverting from the meat of the matter. "Anyhow. . . It seems he is in some trouble and is in need of our assistance."

"What kind of assistance?" Scott inquired.

"That. . . I'm unsure. I am reticent to say what exactly will be required of you, but at the very least you will be extracting two individual's from a foreign and openly hostile country."

"Two?" Logan asked.

"Yes. . . My associate, Adam, and his. . . Well, I suppose you could say his son, though not by blood. Who's name is Kurt." Charles explained.

Logan felt he understood the Professor's drift with the relation between this Adam and Kurt, his own recent thought's of Kitty reminding him that blood wasn't the only defining connection between father and child.

"Now. . . I must warn you, Kurt's appearance is. . . Unusual. Though I'll not go into detail at the moment, just know that he is a rather unique individual."

"Is Kurt a mutant, Professor?" Scott asked.

"Yes, he and Adam as well. Adam is a low-level telepath, although he also possesses the ability to invade one's consciousness when they are in a relaxed state, such as when sleeping. Kurt, from what I understand, had the ability to teleport himself and others, along with his unique body features."

"Just how, ah, 'unique', is this teleporter?" Logan asked. "I mean. . . What are we gonna be looking for here?"

Professor Xavier took a breath. "Well. . . To be perfectly honest, I do not know the full extent of Kurt's physical features. Adam. . . He told me a few things, many years ago, but not everything. To the extent of my knowledge, Kurt is rather demonic in appearance. Dark skin coloring, fang's, a tail. . . Quite startling to many, I'm sure."

"I see. . . Professor, if this guy is so different, then how come he isn't already here, at the mansion?" Scott asked. "I mean. . . Hank is. . . You know, different. So why haven't we reached out to Kurt?"

Xavier sighed and steepled his finger's beneath his chin, resting it upon his fingertip's. Logan and Scott gave each other a questioning look, but quickly returned their attention to the Professor.

"Well, Scott. . . Adam and I. . . We had a bit of a falling out. There was some regretful words spoken between us and I must admit I wasn't all not at fault. . . However, he contacted me some years ago, saying he needed a favor. I complied and he explained that he needed an image-inducer, a holographic projector designed to disguise an individual's features and appearance. . . When I asked what for, he explained that he had found someone. A young man in his teen's, who was of a decidedly unusual appearance. When he elaborated some, I agreed to deliver to him the holo-watch. . . However he would not listen to my insistence that he bring this young man to me, in order for me to try and fully understand the problem presented. . . I'm afraid I was a bit more hasty in my actions at the time, but we both agreed that should a problem ever arise, that he would alert me and I would render him any help that I could."

Xavier paused for a moment.

"And now it appears that time has come." He continued. "Now, for this mission, you will be entering a hostile environment where Mutant's are concerned. . . I am speaking of Germany, for that is where my friends are to be found."

Logan let out a low whistle. "Place is bad for us 'normal' mutants. . . I imagine it must be that much worse for someone who looks like what you say."

"Yes Logan, you are absolutely correct. And for this reason, we must hurry. I shall give you the coordinates of Adam's distress signal, hopefully he will still be there. . . If not, return to me and we will try to come up with a better plan. . . Assuming it is not too late by that point."

Logan and Scott each gave solemn nod's.

"Take the Blackbird and make haste, but remember to keep a low profile once you reach Germany. Absolutely do not use your power's unless there is no other alternative. I am sending only the two of you, so the odds of being discovered might be lessened. . . Also if things go southward, perhaps there will be less of a reaction. . . The last thing we need is to further incite animosity between Germany and Mutant-kind and worse yet, if it is discovered you are American. . . And Canadian. . . " Xavier nodded to Logan, who returned his acknowledgment. ". . . If you are discovered it might further increase tensions between Germany and the more Mutant-friendly countries. . . Now, have you any questions?"

Logan and Scott shook their heads.

"No sir."

"Nope."

"Very well." The Professor nodded. "Be careful and take caution to the extreme."

Scott and Logan agreed and dismissed themselves, going to prepare for the journey, leaving Xavier behind to monitor from Cerebro, a massive computer that amplified the Professor's abilities. .

Kitty felt like she was floating. . . Like all her worries were simply melted away. She sighed contentedly as she sat in the dark Blackbird, indulging her addiction without fear of being caught. She took another small amount of the brownish powder nestled in a plastic bag between her legs and applied it to her tongue. . . It wasn't anywhere near as good as shooting-up, but it sedated her need for awhile anyway.

She looked around the darkened aircraft. She still had no idea why the hell this place had a military jet, but for the moment she was grateful. And awed. She'd have to ask Logan later about just what was up with this place. . . But for now she was just slipping into bliss. She leaned back and closed her eyes a smile splaying across her face. . .

*Clang*

She bolted upright at the sudden noise and cast a fearful glance out the front windshield. She saw the previously dark hanger was now completely lit up. Just then a whirring noise caught her attention and she saw the boarding lift on the side of the aircraft beginning to lower. She leaped to her feet, being mindful not to spill her precious bag of substance and jumped to the back of the cockpit, phasing through the door there that lead into the passenger area. She crouched low behind a row of seats and held her breath. . .

Footsteps were heard as someone boarded the plane and soon she heard voices murmuring. Then the aircraft roared to life, light's on board the plane flashing on, illuminating all around and leaving her feeling exposed. She crawled to her right and tried to find somewhere else to hide, eventually phasing her way into a storage compartment. Suddenly she felt the plane lurch and a sickening feeling told her that they had just taken off. After a few moment's she cautiously left the storage compartment and crawled towards the cockpit, peering around the corner she saw two figures sitting at the control's. . .

One she recognized as being undeniably Logan and the other was one of the mansion's resident's, Scott, a tall guy with brown hair and who wore sunglasses all the time. Something to do with his mutation. Only both of them were dressed in some type of uniform and Scott's sunglasses were now replaced with a visor of some kind.

"So, what d'ya think of this?" She heard Scott ask.

"What, the mission? Easy." Was Logan's reply.

'Mission?'

"Yeah. . . But Germany. Not a friendly place anymore."

'Germany? Oh my God, we're going to Germany?' Kitty thought.

Kitty tensed suddenly as she saw Logan taking a deep breath. . .

'Oh shit. . . What if he smells me?'

Kitty quickly, but quietly crawled away from the door and returned to the cramped storage area, leaving Logan and Scott to their conversation.

'Why the hell are we going to Germany?' She wondered. . . 'Well, why the hell do they have a jet in the first place?'

She sighed and tried to get comfortable in the confined space. She was still considerably buzzed from her drugs, but she hadn't yet taken enough to really get her stoned like she wanted to be. In hindsight, that was a good thing.

'What if I sneeze and phase through the floor? I'll, like, plummet to my death!' The thought crossed her mind, but she shooed it away, reasoning that she hadn't lost control of her ability like that in a long time. She twisted and turned to try and get comfy, but eventually gave up, resigning to just suffer the ride and hoping Logan didn't sniff her out before they got where they were going. Pretty soon though she began to doze and before she knew it, she was out. . .

A jolt startled Kitty from her short-lived sleep and she jerked up, banging her head on the ceiling of the storage compartment. . .

'OW! Fuck!' She screamed in her mind, rubbing her bruised head.

She then realized they were no longer moving and seemed to be stationary. Crossing her finger's she phased her head through the wall and looked into the passenger area. . . Empty. She phased from the storage space and stood up slowly, listening intently for sounds. She ventured forward and peered into the cockpit, finding it vacant.

'Where'd they go?'

She looked out the window and saw the forms of Scott and Logan receding down below. . . She became overcome with curiosity. What was going on? What's with the Institute? Why Germany? Where are they going?

So many questions. . . Kitty bit her lip and tried to decided what to do. She could stay here, hide and wait for them to return and hopefully nobody would ever even know she had been here. . .

Or. . .

A few seconds later Kitty phase-dropped from the plane and took off after Logan and Scott, cautiously following them at a distance.

"Lets hope curiosity doesn't kill the cat. . .' She thought dryly. . .

And there it is, chappy ten. Got this one up quickly, think of it as making up for the incredibly long delay on the last chapter. . . That and i had time to write it. Although i stayed up till 1 A.M. doing so and i had to get up at 4! Yeesh. . . I didn't have time to publish it this morning, but ah well. Also, i hope there aren't very many mistakes in it. . . I don't think my brain was working very well at the time, it was all foggy. So, i'm sorry if there are some mistakes. _

Whadya think? Looks like Kitty is vacaying in Germany, huh? Wonder what she'll get up too? Hmm. . .

Thanks for reading! :)