The X-Men met up with Sonja and Misha after the show. It had been a good
show and the X-Men had been thoroughly impressed by the stunts performed by
the performers. It was kind of different from a Ringling Bros. circus: it
was a simple one-ring circus and didn't have animals. It had a more
personal feel with the performers constantly interacting with the audience.
It was around nine-thirty when they'd met up with Sonja and Misha. They had changed out of their costumes but their bodies were still coated with sweat. They were smiling.
Sonja began, "Well we've kind of been discussing this and.."
"We've narrowed down who could have done it," Misha interrupted.
Sonja narrowed her eyes. "Thank you very much, Misha, you literally took the words right out of my mouth. Would you mind not doing that again else I be forced to break your arm," She said, giving her sweetest smile. He backed off.
"Well as I was saying," giving a curt glance towards Sonja, "we've narrowed it down some."
"What do you mean?" asked Scott. All the X-Men were there except for the Professor.
"Should you go first or should I?" Misha asked.
"I'll do it. Well it had to be someone big enough and strong enough to handle a woman of her size. She was like 5'11 right?" Sonja said.
"Right," Logan muttered. He was beginning to wonder just how helpful these kids were going to be.
"It also had to be someone who had access to an area where they could keep her hidden without anyone knowing. That's where we kind of hit a roadblock," he said.
"None of us have access to anything like that; we live in trailers the size of shoeboxes with at least three other people. There's no way someone could hide anything in there without anyone noticing," Sonja said.
"And don't even ask about equipment sheds or anything related; there are so many people going in and out that someone would notice something," Misha added.
The X-Men concurred with those statements.
"That still doesn't rule out someone knowing about it," Logan said.
"True, but I must be blunt and say we haven't really looked into that; it's considered incredibly rude to accuse a fellow performer without proof," Misha said sheepishly.
"Don't quit your day job, Holmes," Logan muttered.
"The only person I can think of is Simone. She's been acting weird."
"Simone? She's always been weird. I mean her arms are always wrapped in bandages and she eats that horribly bland mush by the gallon. I wouldn't inflict that stuff on a prisoner awaiting his last meal," Sonja said.
"I know but hasn't she acted a little weirder than usual?" Misha asked.
"True. Her hands were shaking so badly it's a wonder she didn't fall of the trapeze during the performance. It's an interesting idea; I'll give you that. Maybe we should check into it," Sonja said.
The X-Men walked away, a little dejected that the kids couldn't have been more help. Basically the information they'd gotten was nothing they hadn't theorized about during the late hours of the night. About the only useful clue was maybe that Simone chick but that could be easily explained; some people are just teched.
Sonja turned to Misha. "So what did you think of them?"
"Eh, they seem okay. Don't think they were too pleased with what we had to give them."
"I imagine they were probably expecting us to start blabbing like some witness in a Perry Mason ep."
Misha had to smile. Sonja was always able to cheer him up.
It was around nine-thirty when they'd met up with Sonja and Misha. They had changed out of their costumes but their bodies were still coated with sweat. They were smiling.
Sonja began, "Well we've kind of been discussing this and.."
"We've narrowed down who could have done it," Misha interrupted.
Sonja narrowed her eyes. "Thank you very much, Misha, you literally took the words right out of my mouth. Would you mind not doing that again else I be forced to break your arm," She said, giving her sweetest smile. He backed off.
"Well as I was saying," giving a curt glance towards Sonja, "we've narrowed it down some."
"What do you mean?" asked Scott. All the X-Men were there except for the Professor.
"Should you go first or should I?" Misha asked.
"I'll do it. Well it had to be someone big enough and strong enough to handle a woman of her size. She was like 5'11 right?" Sonja said.
"Right," Logan muttered. He was beginning to wonder just how helpful these kids were going to be.
"It also had to be someone who had access to an area where they could keep her hidden without anyone knowing. That's where we kind of hit a roadblock," he said.
"None of us have access to anything like that; we live in trailers the size of shoeboxes with at least three other people. There's no way someone could hide anything in there without anyone noticing," Sonja said.
"And don't even ask about equipment sheds or anything related; there are so many people going in and out that someone would notice something," Misha added.
The X-Men concurred with those statements.
"That still doesn't rule out someone knowing about it," Logan said.
"True, but I must be blunt and say we haven't really looked into that; it's considered incredibly rude to accuse a fellow performer without proof," Misha said sheepishly.
"Don't quit your day job, Holmes," Logan muttered.
"The only person I can think of is Simone. She's been acting weird."
"Simone? She's always been weird. I mean her arms are always wrapped in bandages and she eats that horribly bland mush by the gallon. I wouldn't inflict that stuff on a prisoner awaiting his last meal," Sonja said.
"I know but hasn't she acted a little weirder than usual?" Misha asked.
"True. Her hands were shaking so badly it's a wonder she didn't fall of the trapeze during the performance. It's an interesting idea; I'll give you that. Maybe we should check into it," Sonja said.
The X-Men walked away, a little dejected that the kids couldn't have been more help. Basically the information they'd gotten was nothing they hadn't theorized about during the late hours of the night. About the only useful clue was maybe that Simone chick but that could be easily explained; some people are just teched.
Sonja turned to Misha. "So what did you think of them?"
"Eh, they seem okay. Don't think they were too pleased with what we had to give them."
"I imagine they were probably expecting us to start blabbing like some witness in a Perry Mason ep."
Misha had to smile. Sonja was always able to cheer him up.