Rebekah
Cold. Cold and wet. First thing I realised was, that while my wildcat form was stronger than a normal housecat, it sucked at swimming. So for this one, I'd need a big cat with a thick coat and a strong swimmer. I dive in and feel my body elongate, strengthen. Thick fur, powerful swimmer, large body mass to prevent me from freezing to death. It's only when my paw splashes out in front of me do I realise what I've become. Pale orange fur with white pads, black stripes around my legs. Siberian tiger. Tigris Tigris. My paws crash into the waves as I pull myself towards land, a mile and a half away. I see Logan edging warily towards the water. Oh yeah, I forget he doesn't like deep water. Then I spot Jean flying over and netting him telekinetically. Great. Why didn't she mention that before I leapt into the drink? It's freezing and it's more than a mile to shore. And I'm cold and wet and grumpy. Cats don't like getting so cold.
Jean flies over me and I'm hooked out of the water and the water all steams off me as she pulls the molecules away. I glance up and try to smile. It may have looked more like a snarl. It wasn't meant to, of course.
The air is still cold as it rushes past me so I fluff it up and relax -as much as you can when you're traveling at 70mph over a freezing cold sea, held up by pure thought. I shiver once and then try and relax. It doesn't exactly work. I can see Isaac a few hundred feet to my left and try to wave. I don't think I managed it. The feline form isn't made for waving. Or smiling. Or basically doing anything that could be construed as communication other than yummy human eat eat eat. Unfortunately there's a little bit of me that keeps saying that. And the longer I stick around one body, the more the voices sound. They're thundering by the time we get to the coast so when we're dropped, the first thing I do is run away from the scents of blood and warmth and...
Changing is hard. My body keeps trying to pull itself back to the tiger form and I feel the animal mind fighting with my own. It wants to be in charge. It wants this body. But I force it aside and am soon shivering in the cold air as I hurry over to where Isaac dumped my bag of clothes. I follow the scents and soon hurry into a clearing where the others are waiting. Isaac raises an eyebrow.
"Are you okay?"
I stare at him unblinkingly. The lie slips out smoothly.
"Never better."
Isaac
I sped across the water, my feet a blur of motion. Sea spray attacked me from every side, soaking me to the skin in seconds. Logan, Jean, Spidey and Bekah were flying in a sea plane less than a hundred feet overhead. It had been easy to steal it. Jean had offered to carry everyone to the rig but we needed her in top condition so we resorted to stealing. Not something I enjoyed. Rebekah had moaned when she had found out we were flying again but it was either that or a boat. And cats hate getting wet. Not that I liked getting soaked.
How you doing? Jean asked.
Could be better but I'm not complaining, I replied.
Good.
After twenty minutes, the oil rig loomed into view. It was bigger than I'd expected. Steel and iron jutted out from almost every gap making the rig look like a hedgehog. It was the perfect fortress. The only way to get onto the platform was by air.
It struck me that Magneto must have built it. He was only one capable. That was why the Brotherhood were in such a hurry to get him back.
Above me, the plane drifted down lazily. It landed on it's floats. The occupants quickly stepped out onto the water where Jean kept them from sinking. Her grasp on her telekinesis was incredible. She sank the plane with a quick telekinetic jerk. It would attract unnecessary attention. I slowed down and Jean put me under her telekinesis as well. We walked towards the oil rig and Jean lifted us up to the top level over the deadly spikes. Once we were standing on the rig she released her hold on us. We split up without a word. We'd been through the plan enough times. Me and Rebekah were together. We slipped away like wraiths. Bekah took on her wildcat form again.
The oil rig was as big on top as it looked from the outside. It would take at least a full day to explore all of it alone. We could smell a lot of smells but were only interested in one. Blob's. I reached out my mind and found Blob right away. He was sitting on the ground keeping watch, leaning against one of the protruding metal spikes. I prodded his mind gently and his colour flared alarmingly. Interested I prodded harder and me and Bekah heard a faint groan of pain. The Blob's mind was so badly defended that even me, not a telepath by any extent of the imagination, could tap into his head using my mutant detector and fiddle around.
"What are you doing?" She hissed turning back into her more human form.
"It seems I'm giving him quite a headache."
"Well stop it! Those groans are going to get us discovered."
"We've got to take him down anyway and who said that was going to be quiet. If this works it will be quicker. Now shush, I'm trying to concentrate."
"So what you going to do? Headache him to death?"
There was an even larger groan and then a loud thump. We walked round the corner and looked at the huge lump of flesh they called the Blob lying face down unconscious on the floor.
I grinned at Bekah. "One down. Four to go."
