Stryker swung open the door to the main room Team X occupied and smirked when he saw the scene before him, "Look alive ladies".
Dukes was at the table, three plates of piled high pancakes on the one, stack of bacon on the other, and several hard boiled eggs on the last. A series of grunting came from his throat, Dylan walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, ordering, "Breathe". Agent Zero was on the other side of him and smirked, lashing out to hit his arm provokingly before taking another bite of his more simple meal of toast.
Moving over the sofas, Dylan handed out more high stacked plates to Bradley, John and Wade. Victor was in the kitchen, and Dylan jogged back to him, handing him the largest of the plates and smiling happy when he smirked and sauntered over to the edge of the long table. Only when Dylan saw everyone shoving the nourishing forkfuls into their mouths did she turn around and seek out her own breakfast.
Dylan made no effort to offer Stryker anything when he walked in; instead she hopped onto the kitchen work surface and delicately took a small spoonful of bright, white yogurt to her lips.
"Morning Sunshine!" Wade sang jovially despite the large mouthful of pancake in his mouth, Dylan smiled despite the spray of crumbs which sprayed from Wade's mouth. She'd clean it up later.
"New mission objectives" Stryker dropped the thin cardboard file onto the wooden table, the three mutants on the sofa moved over the other side of the room to get a good view of the speech. "The Team is having a new direction…collectively documenting and recording every case of genetic abnormalities that could be advantageous for government development usage"
"You're going to hunt mutants?" Dylan said declaratively as she put the yogurt to one side and put her hands either side of her to grip the table top. Her face furrowed into a grimace at the horrible thought.
Stryker looked up at her with a malicious smile, the rest of Team X were looking at her as well, Victor with an intrigued expression a cocked eyebrow. "Was I speaking too fast for you?"
Dylan scowled at the condescending question and pushed herself off the counter,
"On the contrary, please use some more military, government jargon that is only coming out of your mouth to confuse people. I'd be more than happy to translate Sir" A false smile curled over her face and she nodded triumphantly, silently thanking her love of reading for allowing her to one up the smarmy leader.
"Is there a problem here?" Wade asked with an excited smile, eagerly wanting a fight to bust out between the pair, which really would be some top class morning entertainment.
"Of course not, isn't that right Miss Black?"
Dylan folded her arms over her chest defensively, "If you think I have a problem with mutants hunting their own kind to boost your own self-righteous fantasy then you'd be-" She paused, remembering exactly where she was then, Dylan didn't fail to notice the twitch Zero's hand made towards the nearest gun. Or the high strung tension that blanketed the room suddenly, her next words could spark the flame at the end of the dynamite stick.
"Wrong" She said finally, unfolding her arms, Dylan stood up to her full height.
"Excuse me" Dylan pardoned herself and walked frown the room doggedly, keeping her eyes firmly on the door, ignoring the smug, self-important look on Stryker's face. A slam announced her departure.
"Woo!" Wade yelled as she left, "You got yourself a firecracker there Creed!"
Wade passed by the feral as he spoke, leaping forward to escape five raking claws that aimed to lacerate his skin deeply. He growled loudly before settling into a low rumble, turning back to Stryker, eager for more details on the Team objectives.
'Hunting' Creed thought with a smirk, 'I like it'
Dylan ran two hands through her hair, harshly pulling at the roots before clapping her hands to her sides and looking at Victor as he barrelled through the door.
"Hunting mutants really?" Dylan asked him
"Yup" Victor popped his lips together, watching attentively as Dylan let herself fall onto the bed with a sigh, "I enjoy it" he added. Striding over to the edge of the bed he reached out and knotted his fist in the fabric of Dylan's top, pulling her upright so he could force his lips onto her own.
"I hate him"
Victor frowned as he began to change out of his heavy military boots after pushing Dylan back down to her original position. She blew her hair out of her eyes and shared a similar expression as her mind thought more about Stryker's new objectives.
"If it makes you feel any better, he's hates you to" Said Victor, pulling his vest over his head and looking back at Dylan. She cast her eyes appreciatively and answered distractedly,
"You're gonna be hunting innocent people"
Victor sighed and threw the item of clothing from his hand to the corner of the room, this conversation was boring him. "Look around, it wouldn't be the first time an innocent person got kidnapped!" He raised his eyebrows, gesturing towards Dylan.
Dylan ducked her head and laughed as she exhaled deeply before turning back to look Victor in the eyes, leaning back to lie on the duvet softly.
"Innocent?" One of Dylan's teeth bit into her bottom lip, Victor turned around fully to look at her, he looked eagerly at her and walked over again, putting his face millimetres above her own.
"Since when have you done anything illegal, everything you do is innocent" Victor stated, another eyebrow tilt made Victor laugh deeply, "Besides that…you ever been arrested toots?"
Dylan brought her body up, pushing herself up on her forearms to get closer to him, speaking in a slow taunt, "Maybe".
Elongating her words, Dylan inclined forward, angling her head around Victor's like a predatory animal before deciding to grip his bottom lip between her teeth, pulling Creed down over her with locking eyes.