Communication via a secure line into the Institute.

Lensherr: Charles.

Xavier: Eric, how nice to hear from you after so long.

Lensherr: I notice you are taking on new staff, Charles. A non-mutant. Is that wise?

Xavier: I have every confidence in Ms Jacobson's impending success as a high school teacher. She comes very highly recommended.

Lensherr: You are, of course aware of her family's connections with Interpol and British Military Intelligence.

Xavier: Naturally,Eric, but typically, you seemhave failedto understand that neither of those organisations have a specifically anti-mutant brief. They take a more measured approach by upholding international law, rather than passing alarmist legislation.

Lensherr: You have so much faith, Charles, I hope you will not find it misplaced. Do you know where your Ms Jacobson is now?

Xavier: Speaking of faith, I couldn't help but notice you were on the premises last night.

Lensherr: And I couldn't help but notice I was allowed to make contact with my target.

Xavier (smiling): I believe my staff should be given the opportunity to handle all such matters as they see fit, although I must say the incident in question did precipitate some discussion among staff members as to her fitness within the school.

Lensherr (gritting his teeth): I could give you some interesting information about her so called fitness as a teacher.

Xavier: As, apparently, could she about you. Understand this, Eric, I may have allowed you to make contact with Ms Jacobson. I will not extend the same courtesy regarding the students. Various members of my staff would have been more than happy to apprehend you last night.

Lensherr: And you stopped them. When will you learn, Charles, you mustseize the moment.

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"So ask," Mr Logan had said about getting a lift. Ha. I start walking home, hoping that my sense of direction is reliable enough to get me there in time for a morning of fizzing. Damn it. Even if I make it through that I'll then have to teach. I won't be able to palm these kids off with silent handwriting practice all morning while I catch a snooze. Sigh. Oh for short dumb children.

Since walking home in the rain isn't fascinating I'll explain the deal I made with the boys from the Min. This is it. They are going to not arrest me right now. They are, however going to set to work on a some serious surveillance instead. This way they can try and figure more closely what's going on in the Institute and what side they are on, the Institute I mean. Oh man my jeans are soaked. They're going to take ages to dry and my legs are going to be all pink and freezing.

As an excuse for this surveillance they are going to get a warrant on me. Aiding and abetting, theft of various types, harbouring of blah di blah, etcetra and so on. That part shouldn't be hard, even if it was all done in defence of the realm or whatever. They always keep plenty of evidence of what their agents do for them. Contingency planning it's called. Aw yuck. You know when you get rain trickling through the roots of your hair and then sort of puddling in your eyebrows. Man I hate that. Ugh.

Anyway, that means if they want to come in and take a closer look at things inside the Institute they've got an in – although I probably won't have a job if they do and that'll be piss irritating. On the other hand I'll be all arrested and stuff and usually they tend to find work for people in jail. Mopping, you know that sort of thing.

It could be worse I suppose. At least it's not cold. But my bra is going to be wrecked. Stupid weather.

Once they are inside the 'Stute they can scoop in LeBeau easy as. And do it without setting off alarm bells with the rest, because everyone knows he's a 'Wanted Man'. Also, though, it means they've got time to look for links to Lensherr which would be a bigger and better catch for them anyway. And to be honest it'd be much more what everyone wants. Hopefully. Because if it isn't what the people at the Institute want then there is a high possibility that I'm buggered in a rather complete manner. And I really hate mopping floors.

And now my knickers are soaked. Lovely. A perfect end to a perfect day.