Chapter 6
Eight Months Ago: Over Central America
"Cable, you copy?" Scott's voice cut through the disheartening silence.
"I'm here, what's up?"
"I'm looking at the map, we want to be moving in from three areas. Have you got it?"
"Not a problem. We'll hold up out end of it."
"Nightcrawler?"
"I'm here, boss man. And we know what to do."
"Listen everyone, things are going to be rough. Just hold them off until we get to her."
"You don't have to tell us." Everett's voice came through loud and clear. "She's our teammate, we'll do our part to get her back. You just do yours."
"Everett!" Paige hushed the older boy. "He didn't mean for it to sound like that, Mr. Summers. We're all just real nervous."
"I understand, Husk. Don't worry about it."
"Coming into Columbia." Cable warned as the three jets move into silent stealth mode. "Watch out for the rebel's ground to air missiles."
"If they've got anything that'll detect us, we deserve to get shot down." Scott commented as she maneuver the Blackbird smoothly around a flock of ducks.
They all sat there silently, waiting for the moment the leaders will announce it was time to rock and roll. The waiting was hard, even harder than the actual fighting was going to be. In those long stretches of silence, it was easy to imagine all kinds of horrors being inflicted on their youngest member. It was those images that would throw them off their game and make them weak.
"Target coming into range."
"Get ready people. The party is about to begin."
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Eight Months Ago: Sinister's Fortress
The rough hands fitted the oxygen mask over her face, covering her eyes, nose, mouth and chin. The skintight body suit was glued to her skin and filled with so many tubes that she's surprised that she stays under the water at all.
"Are you ready, my dear?" Sinister's voice was harsh and held a note of actual concern as he peered into Jubilee's eyes. He was concerned, concerned that his specimen would die before the experiment is completed. "Don't worry, after tonight, you won't remember anything."
He wanted to make damn sure she didn't retain any memories of her past life, especially her relationship with the X-men. That particular mutate group of heroes has ruined too many of his experiments for him to risk it. It was time to complete phase one. Fitting a magnetic band around Jubilee's forehead, he attached several nods to it. Satisfied that everything was in place, Sinister back away slowly.
"Put her in the tank."
Jubilee had long since given up putting up a fight as they lowered her into the amniotic fluid filled tank. Another of strangely calm one replaced the sudden cold feeling as the thick liquid cover over her. It was always like this. It scared her that she was getting use to it. Getting use to being pushed around, threatened, held down, and experimented on. *Come on, Wolvie. Save me.*
The machine came to life and the liquid heated slowly. She felt the prickly sensation course through her body. The strip around her head hummed suddenly and Jubilee lost any sense of time, space and idea. The pain was unbearable.
She wasn't too sure what had happened next. Perhaps she was lucky, she may have simply blackout. One minute she was in a warm place then something loud had harsh disrupted it all. Crunching glass and sound of crushing steel was followed by the sudden sensation of something pulling her. No wait, the amnion fluid was being drained and she was caught in the current.
Arms found her as she slide out. She was blinded to everything but nothing was wrong with her hearing. Her body refused to cooperate with her. Nothing was working, not her arms, legs or mouth.
"Jubilee? Jubie talk to me."
"Wolverine, what have you done?"
"I got her out of that...."
"We don't know what he was doing to her. We have no idea what was in that thing. Taking her out of it could kill her if Sinister has been playing with her DNA."
"Enough Hank! What's done is done, let's get out here.'
"No, we get Sinister first."
"He's gone, took off when he realized that he couldn't get to Jubilee without going through us."
"Did he..."
"He took some of the others though."
"Damn it!"
"Come on, we've got to Jubilee out of here."
"Next time Sinister, I swear."
She felt herself being lifted the carried away. Who was talking and what is going on?
Eight Months Ago: Over Central America
"Cable, you copy?" Scott's voice cut through the disheartening silence.
"I'm here, what's up?"
"I'm looking at the map, we want to be moving in from three areas. Have you got it?"
"Not a problem. We'll hold up out end of it."
"Nightcrawler?"
"I'm here, boss man. And we know what to do."
"Listen everyone, things are going to be rough. Just hold them off until we get to her."
"You don't have to tell us." Everett's voice came through loud and clear. "She's our teammate, we'll do our part to get her back. You just do yours."
"Everett!" Paige hushed the older boy. "He didn't mean for it to sound like that, Mr. Summers. We're all just real nervous."
"I understand, Husk. Don't worry about it."
"Coming into Columbia." Cable warned as the three jets move into silent stealth mode. "Watch out for the rebel's ground to air missiles."
"If they've got anything that'll detect us, we deserve to get shot down." Scott commented as she maneuver the Blackbird smoothly around a flock of ducks.
They all sat there silently, waiting for the moment the leaders will announce it was time to rock and roll. The waiting was hard, even harder than the actual fighting was going to be. In those long stretches of silence, it was easy to imagine all kinds of horrors being inflicted on their youngest member. It was those images that would throw them off their game and make them weak.
"Target coming into range."
"Get ready people. The party is about to begin."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eight Months Ago: Sinister's Fortress
The rough hands fitted the oxygen mask over her face, covering her eyes, nose, mouth and chin. The skintight body suit was glued to her skin and filled with so many tubes that she's surprised that she stays under the water at all.
"Are you ready, my dear?" Sinister's voice was harsh and held a note of actual concern as he peered into Jubilee's eyes. He was concerned, concerned that his specimen would die before the experiment is completed. "Don't worry, after tonight, you won't remember anything."
He wanted to make damn sure she didn't retain any memories of her past life, especially her relationship with the X-men. That particular mutate group of heroes has ruined too many of his experiments for him to risk it. It was time to complete phase one. Fitting a magnetic band around Jubilee's forehead, he attached several nods to it. Satisfied that everything was in place, Sinister back away slowly.
"Put her in the tank."
Jubilee had long since given up putting up a fight as they lowered her into the amniotic fluid filled tank. Another of strangely calm one replaced the sudden cold feeling as the thick liquid cover over her. It was always like this. It scared her that she was getting use to it. Getting use to being pushed around, threatened, held down, and experimented on. *Come on, Wolvie. Save me.*
The machine came to life and the liquid heated slowly. She felt the prickly sensation course through her body. The strip around her head hummed suddenly and Jubilee lost any sense of time, space and idea. The pain was unbearable.
She wasn't too sure what had happened next. Perhaps she was lucky, she may have simply blackout. One minute she was in a warm place then something loud had harsh disrupted it all. Crunching glass and sound of crushing steel was followed by the sudden sensation of something pulling her. No wait, the amnion fluid was being drained and she was caught in the current.
Arms found her as she slide out. She was blinded to everything but nothing was wrong with her hearing. Her body refused to cooperate with her. Nothing was working, not her arms, legs or mouth.
"Jubilee? Jubie talk to me."
"Wolverine, what have you done?"
"I got her out of that...."
"We don't know what he was doing to her. We have no idea what was in that thing. Taking her out of it could kill her if Sinister has been playing with her DNA."
"Enough Hank! What's done is done, let's get out here.'
"No, we get Sinister first."
"He's gone, took off when he realized that he couldn't get to Jubilee without going through us."
"Did he..."
"He took some of the others though."
"Damn it!"
"Come on, we've got to Jubilee out of here."
"Next time Sinister, I swear."
She felt herself being lifted the carried away. Who was talking and what is going on?