Lost and Found
I'd like to thank Sujakata (Sorry to disappoint you, but Remy wasn't watching. He'll meet Rogue eventually, but I want her to get over Bobby on her own and before I introduce Remy), Verena Gruen (don't know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you like this chapter), evilbon32 (Thank you for the lovely complements, and I feel exactly the same way about Jean and Bobby), 4Rogue (You're about to find out…). Thank you!!! ^_^
Author's Note: If you're lost, re-read chapter 1 and you won't be.
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General Hammond looked at the video footage for the fourth time that evening. The quality of it was horrible. The footage had been from a parking lot in New Orleans. But General Hammond didn't care. What he did care about was the IT that ran across the screen to the right, and before the IT disappeared, bright light (obviously an explosion) was seen from the left side of the screen.
The footage had been two weeks old before Hammond got his hands on it, and it was only through his good graces with Mr. Parker, a friend of his that specialized in capturing ITs. Currently, General Hammond had bought Mr. Parker's talents, and they have proven quite useful.
General Hammond rewound the tape again. He watched the IT run gracefully across the parking lot, slowly so that the three fat policemen would falsely think that they could catch him. ITs mouth was moving, and Hammond desperately wished that there had been a microphone installed with the camera.
Hammond watched the policeman in the middle take out a gun. IT stopped, and seemed to glare. The General cursed under his breath at the terrible quality of the camera. IT then seemed to throw something, but that could have been the General's imagination. Again he cursed.
Then the bright light, and IT ran away.
General Hammond rewound the tape again. IT came on again. IT faced the camera and General Hammond froze the screen.
He looked at IT. IT was a male. A male mutant, the general would bet his life on it. The mutant had a light colored trench coat. His other clothes were dark. His hair was long and pulled back in a short ponytail. The general couldn't see his eyes; stylish sunglasses covered them. He looked suspiciously like he was smirking.
General Hammond was furious that IT would dare. All mutants were ITs, no exceptions. The General had a few mutants to do with as he pleased, but only a few. His storage facility for them was too small, but the General knew that if all things proceed smoothly, his experiments would expand. His military contacts would make sure of that.
General Hammond had seen enough. He picked up the phone and dialed. He listed to the phone ring as he waited.
Someone picked up at the third ring, as usual.
"What can I do for you?" Said the voice on the other line.
"I want the mutant. I want him now." General Hammond answered.
"Fine, but no deadlines. I'll get him when I get him, no exceptions. The money will come as usual?"
"Yes, but get the son of a bitch soon. I want to see him caged like the dog that he is." The hatred in his voice was clearly heard.
"I will." The indifference was a clear contrast, but after all, he was one of the best.
"Contact me when you do Mr. Parker." The anger was controlled.
The phone went dead.
General Hammond put the phone back on the cradle and went back to watching the tape a sixth time.
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It had been midnight when Rogue came home and sobbed in his arms. It was now one in the morning and poor kid had exhausted herself and fell asleep.
Logan had felt the rage simmer just under his skin as Marie told him what had happened. He felt it boil when he found Bobby hit her. But he kept in check. The kid was going to pay for making Marie cry.
Logan waited until he was one hundred percent sure that Marie was asleep before leaving her side. He walked down the hall towards the kitchen and a beer.
Logan was ready to kill the Popsicle.
The phone rang. Logan hesitated, but picked up eventually, the sour expression on his face made it clear that he was ready to kill the person for daring to interrupt his singular goal to alcohol.
"You had better have a good reason for calling in the middle of the night, bub." Much to his satisfaction he heard an audible gulp.
"H… hi Mr. L-Logan." The person on the other line stammered.
Logan growled.
"Lookimreallysorryandididn'tmeantolosemytemper,buttheguywasseriouslypissingmeoffandithoughtiwasgoingmarieafavorbygettingridoftheguyandididn'tmeantomakeasceneandgetarrestedandcouldyoupickmeupandgetmeoutofhere?"
Logan, due to his sensitive hearing, heard and amazingly enough, understood what the kid said. He started to see red.
He growled. "Popsicle, the moment I set my eyes on you, I'm gonna kill for making Marie cry!" With that he slammed the phone down.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes were glaring at the phone.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his left shoulder and he spun around, claws extending, millimeters from the person behind him.
He was met with a pair of confused, startled, and scared blue eyes.
"Logan, please put the claws away." Ororo said with an amazingly calm voice.
He retracted them and sheepishly said, "Sorry darlin', you startled me."
She gave him an even look before saying, "I came down here because I heard the phone ring." A pause. "Would you like to join me for a drink?"
"Sure darlin'." Killing Bobby would have to wait.
Ro gave him a nod, and then made her way to the kitchen. Logan hesitated a second before following her.
He sat at the kitchen table as Ro rummaged around in the fridge, getting a wonderful view of her butt. What surprised him most was the fact that when she stood up, she was carrying two beers.
"You drink Ro?"
"Occasionally." She walked to the sink, and opened the drawer to the left of it. She got out a bottle opener and opened both.
Ororo walked towards the table, handed Logan his beer, and sat opposite of him.
Ororo sipped her beer while Logan gave it a drowned one third of it in one swallow.
"Who called Logan?" The question seemed casual, but Logan knew better. He felt his anger return.
A pause.
"Drake." Ororo heard the venom.
"Why?"
"Punk got arrested." The anger was heard.
"Again, Logan, I ask why?"
A pause.
"He hurt Marie."
Ororo didn't want to believe it, but the tone he used said it all. She wanted to say that Bobby didn't mean it, but she knew that would only sent Logan over the edge.
"What are going to do?" It came out more of a frightened whisper then anything else.
"I'm gonna make his life a living hell." The conviction in his voice scared her. She watched as he drowned the rest of his beer and stood up.
She stood up with him, blocking his way. He tried to get around her, but she wouldn't let him.
"Move Ro."
"No, I will not let you hurt him." Logan glared at her, but she didn't move. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"Please Logan, promise me you will not hurt him. Promise me." Her desperation was clearly heard.
She was answered with silence. Her face pleaded with him, until he hesitated. Her pleading eyes were getting to him.
"Fine Ro, I promise." With that, he pushed her gently yet forcefully aside, and went to the garage.
Seconds later, Ororo heard the sound of the motorcycle engine and prayed to the Goddess for Bobby's safety.
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