Disclaimer: Like I said before, I don't own the Gargoyles, they're property of Disney, and I don't own the X-Men, they're the property of Marvel.
Wormhole 262, Part 2
X-Men Mansion
"Are you sure that's what it looked like?"
"Ja, I'm sure, Henry. It had a little glowing gem and a number pad."
The X-Men were assembled in the War Room, listening to Kurt's description of the wrist-mounted thing that had been on Creed's wrist. He'd gone over it several times with Hank, but the doctor didn't seem to believe it.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure I know what it is," Hank said, "but I want to talk to Forge about it. I think that he may have had something to do with the invention of what Kurt has been telling us. If you will excuse me, I will go call him."
As Hank left, Jean looked over to her husband. She knew he loved Jubilee as if she were his own daughter. He'd been the second to reach the spot where she disappeared, and was the one hit hardest by her abduction. He'd already been in a bad mood this week, and now looked as if he would kill the next person who talked to him.
"Logan, are you going to be alright?"
"I'll be alright, Darlin'." She knew better than to believe him, though. She could feel his feelings and thoughts rushing through his head. He's pissed off, she thought, and not his normal way. Now, he was almost pure, blind rage. She could feel it, almost blocking out his thinking processes, with images of him torturing and killing Creed in such grotesque and sadistic ways, that she, herself, was surprised. Before she could say anything else, he stalked off. Probably to blow off a little steam, she realized. Just as she was thinking about going after her husband, Hank returned.
"The device on Creed's wrist was an MTD, a Matter Teleportation Device. It allows the wearer, the clothes he's wearing, and anything that he is touching to be sucked into a wormhole to another dimension. It was invented by Forge last year, and up until about a month ago, it was very top secret."
"Yeah, and what happened last month, Sugah?"
"Well, Rogue, last month a multitude of the devices were stolen from a military base in Montana, along with some form of highly specialized armor." As he finished the sentence, a look of intense worry spread across his face, despite his best efforts to hide it.
Bishop seemed to have become interested in the last part of Hank's information. "What kind of specialized armor was that, Hank?"
"It. . ." He didn't want to say it. They had a hard time even fighting one of them. "It was a type of body armor modeled after that of Juggernaut. The army captured him, somehow, and then reproduced the armor in a more technological form. But that's not what really has me worried." His face seemed to contort in an almost painful expression. "What really worries me is that this new armor gives the wearer three times more strength and resilience to attacks than the original Juggernaut."
"Sonuvabitch," Bobby swore under his breath. It was hard enough just to try to scratch Cain Marko in his armor, and now, they had two guys in Juggernaut suits. Just our luck, he thought as he caught a dissaproving look from Storm, sitting next to him.
Piotr, trying to soak in as much information as possible, finally spoke up. "Is there any good news you have to tell us, Comrade?"
"Yes, Piotr Nickolovich, there is. Fortunately, Forge has a number of other of these mechanisms. I'm about to go there now, to pick them up. He is also arranging for another person to come with us. He said that this man might be useful, but I'm not quite sure who he is. So if you will please excuse me, I'll be off once again."
Castle Wyvern
Elisa was sitting next to the young woman. She had been cut up pretty badly, and was now sleeping, though not very soundly. Xanatos and Owen had done the best they could, but it seemed as if she had a fever. She kept on whispering about being attacked by a saber-toothed tiger. As she started to mumble again, Xanatos walked in.
"How's she doing, Detective?"
"Owen says she may have a fever but, I don't really know. She keeps on murmuring about some kind of cat or something that she thinks attacked her. I think she's delirious."
"She probably is. I came down to tell you that your partner called. Something about a case you are working on?"
"We're investigating a series of murders. At first, Matt and I both thought that it was Demona or Thailog, but the claw marks are a bit too big. Many of the bodies were also found at recently robbed banks. At every one, the safe wasn't blown open. The door, in each case, was knocked down, as if it were nothing at all."