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What do you think it is, Hank?" Scott and McCoy were stooped over the remnants of the giant bird, the head peeled open, they were examining a little black box found within the beak. "I'm not sure.Looks like some kind of tracking device, or camera perhaps." Scott raised his brows, watching as Hank picked up the screw driver, unscrewing the top of the box, and carefully lifting it off.He sighed.Nodding his head. "Whatever's on the other end.Has got a good look at the mansion, and the two of us." Scott looked alarmed for a moment, before reaching a hand toward his shades, not saying a word to Hank, he lifted his shades, a pair of laser beams struck the inside of the black box.Sending it up in smoke. Hank leapt back, before scratching his head. "Please, Scott, warn someone before you do that." Scott laughed, shaking his head.
"Well, at least they're not watching anymore.
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The boy lifted his shades, and something shot from his eyes.The screen going static.The old man sighed, shaking his head as he rocked back in his chair, locking his hands behind his head as he turned from the screen. The room was vast, spacious, his leather chair sat at the end of a long desk, several representatives lined the table, in smart, expensive looking suits. He pulled his glasses from his face and slammed his fist down on the table. "God damnit.We lost the footage.." He looked fustrated, as he turned to look at the screens, shaking his head. The others looking toward him, a man, with blonde hair, and dark eyes, rose from the opposite end of the table, walking slowly toward the screens, his shoes clicking against the marble floor.He nodded toward one of the other men, who lifted a remote, pointing it toward the screen.
The screen split.Images of the X-men appearing on the screen, caps from what fuzzy footage they had. "Never fear, Grice. We have what we're looking for.The next subjects, for MT499. All we have to do.Is get them here. Shouldn't be too hard."
What do you think it is, Hank?" Scott and McCoy were stooped over the remnants of the giant bird, the head peeled open, they were examining a little black box found within the beak. "I'm not sure.Looks like some kind of tracking device, or camera perhaps." Scott raised his brows, watching as Hank picked up the screw driver, unscrewing the top of the box, and carefully lifting it off.He sighed.Nodding his head. "Whatever's on the other end.Has got a good look at the mansion, and the two of us." Scott looked alarmed for a moment, before reaching a hand toward his shades, not saying a word to Hank, he lifted his shades, a pair of laser beams struck the inside of the black box.Sending it up in smoke. Hank leapt back, before scratching his head. "Please, Scott, warn someone before you do that." Scott laughed, shaking his head.
"Well, at least they're not watching anymore.
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The boy lifted his shades, and something shot from his eyes.The screen going static.The old man sighed, shaking his head as he rocked back in his chair, locking his hands behind his head as he turned from the screen. The room was vast, spacious, his leather chair sat at the end of a long desk, several representatives lined the table, in smart, expensive looking suits. He pulled his glasses from his face and slammed his fist down on the table. "God damnit.We lost the footage.." He looked fustrated, as he turned to look at the screens, shaking his head. The others looking toward him, a man, with blonde hair, and dark eyes, rose from the opposite end of the table, walking slowly toward the screens, his shoes clicking against the marble floor.He nodded toward one of the other men, who lifted a remote, pointing it toward the screen.
The screen split.Images of the X-men appearing on the screen, caps from what fuzzy footage they had. "Never fear, Grice. We have what we're looking for.The next subjects, for MT499. All we have to do.Is get them here. Shouldn't be too hard."