HELL HATH NO FURY.
Slamming the door behind her, and glaring at Jesse angrily, Claire gave an enraged shout, clearing the feeling of fury from her system.
"Calm down," Jesse said, sounding more than a little annoyed himself.
Claire glared, and then took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly.
The door at the end of the entrance hall opened, and Sampson and two other figures entered, moving over to them.
Claire and Jesse faced them then, and stood up straight. They knew they were going to disappoint Sampson; that much was obvious in the look that had already appeared on the man's face.
"What happened? Where's Mulwray?" Sampson asked, his voice slow and deliberately exaggerated.
Jesse answered, "They were waiting for us."
"Well, that was the whole idea, Kilmartin. You were supposed to kill them. Now, where is he?"
Claire took it upon herself to reply this time, and she stepped forward as though she were claiming responsibility. "They took him. They tricked us. We didn't even know they were there."
Sampson's anger flashed in his eyes for a minute, and he removed two objects from his pocket, squeezing them both in his hands.
Jesse and Claire cried out in agony, and fell to the floor, clutching their heads as streams of red-hot pain shot through their skulls.
Sampson stood over them, continuing the punishment for a few more seconds before releasing the objects, and placing them back in his pockets.
Claire looked up into Sampson's eyes with an apologetic expression. "We're sorry. It won't happen again."
Jesse was on his knees, head rested on the floor, hands covering his head, breathing heavily, and recovering. He did not look up from the ground, simply knelt there.
"You're damn right it won't," Sampson snapped, and lowered himself to a crouching position. "Because if it does, the one who comes crawling back here won't get the chance to be sorry."
Sampson strode away heavily, followed by his two guards, leaving Claire and Jesse in the entrance.
Claire moved over to Jesse, who groaned loudly, and looked up with pained eyes at Claire. "This is what we stick around for?"
Claire shook her head in silence, and helped him off of the floor.
* * *
The four of them stood in the large training room, the walls and floors absent of padding however. Sampson did not believe in softening the experience of failure in a fight.
And the four fighters knew that.
They stood, in teams of two, staring into the eyes of the other two, their opponents.
Claire stood next to Jesse, facing two other mutants. A psionic named Griff, and a feral who went by the name of Tiger, wittily enough.
The two men were large, muscular. The psionic and the feral seemed cocky, confident.
The molecular and the elemental facing them however were equally confident, if not more so. They had stronger powers, and they knew it.
The psionic named Griff had not been accustomed to his powers long, and so, as a result of that, was weaker than his companion. Griff had the ability to read thoughts, and could sense what a person's next move would be.
Claire faced Griff defiantly, whilst Jesse stared long and hard at Tiger.
In a blur, the battle began, and the four New Mutants rushed at one another, Griff immediately ducking under a kick he had obviously known was coming. What he didn't sense was that Claire had seen that coming, and kicked backwards, flattening the man.
Jesse phased as Tiger swung viciously at him. When Tiger swung again, Jesse had massed, and the feral's fist smashed against his solid body. He stifled a cry, and waited for Jesse to return to normal. Instead of granting Tiger that pleasure, Jesse stayed massed for a few more seconds, long enough to pound his solid fist against the feral's chest, sending him flying backwards, straight into the wall.
Griff ducked and blocked roughly half of Claire's blow, delivering a few himself, but not enough to knock the elemental off balance.
With the few spare moments that came between a barrage of blows between the two, Claire released thick fog into the room, catching their opponents off guard.
Tiger stood from the floor, looking around, his eyes turning feral to search for Jesse. The molecular appeared before him, and kicked him square in the jaw with a massed foot.
Tiger fell into a heap on the floor, leaving Jesse looming over him victorious.
Claire knew that Griff was disoriented. He had no one to concentrate his psionic powers on, no one's mind to read. Watching the movement of the fog as it was disturbed by a movement, she jumped, and spun into a fast kick, feeling her foot come into solid contact with someone's back. She heard them collapse to the ground.
Claire moved over to the fallen figure, joined shortly by a triumphant Jesse, coming to a halt over Griff, who groaned as he lay on the floor.
Claire cocked her head as she stared, and looked to Jesse, who simply smiled.
Without hesitation, she brought her foot down hard on his head, knocking him out immediately. She stepped away afterwards.
They heard the ventilation system come online, and suck the fog from the room. The two knew that Sampson had been able to see them clearly though. he just wanted to look at them without the use of thermal imaging.
He was grinning, looking down on the two proudly.
"Well done," he told them. "Very well done." He laughed, and nodded, satisfied.
Jesse looked across to Claire, who had suddenly lost her triumphant smile.
She paced from the room, and that was when he realised she was missing Brennan.
Sighing, he trailed out after her.
Slamming the door behind her, and glaring at Jesse angrily, Claire gave an enraged shout, clearing the feeling of fury from her system.
"Calm down," Jesse said, sounding more than a little annoyed himself.
Claire glared, and then took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly.
The door at the end of the entrance hall opened, and Sampson and two other figures entered, moving over to them.
Claire and Jesse faced them then, and stood up straight. They knew they were going to disappoint Sampson; that much was obvious in the look that had already appeared on the man's face.
"What happened? Where's Mulwray?" Sampson asked, his voice slow and deliberately exaggerated.
Jesse answered, "They were waiting for us."
"Well, that was the whole idea, Kilmartin. You were supposed to kill them. Now, where is he?"
Claire took it upon herself to reply this time, and she stepped forward as though she were claiming responsibility. "They took him. They tricked us. We didn't even know they were there."
Sampson's anger flashed in his eyes for a minute, and he removed two objects from his pocket, squeezing them both in his hands.
Jesse and Claire cried out in agony, and fell to the floor, clutching their heads as streams of red-hot pain shot through their skulls.
Sampson stood over them, continuing the punishment for a few more seconds before releasing the objects, and placing them back in his pockets.
Claire looked up into Sampson's eyes with an apologetic expression. "We're sorry. It won't happen again."
Jesse was on his knees, head rested on the floor, hands covering his head, breathing heavily, and recovering. He did not look up from the ground, simply knelt there.
"You're damn right it won't," Sampson snapped, and lowered himself to a crouching position. "Because if it does, the one who comes crawling back here won't get the chance to be sorry."
Sampson strode away heavily, followed by his two guards, leaving Claire and Jesse in the entrance.
Claire moved over to Jesse, who groaned loudly, and looked up with pained eyes at Claire. "This is what we stick around for?"
Claire shook her head in silence, and helped him off of the floor.
* * *
The four of them stood in the large training room, the walls and floors absent of padding however. Sampson did not believe in softening the experience of failure in a fight.
And the four fighters knew that.
They stood, in teams of two, staring into the eyes of the other two, their opponents.
Claire stood next to Jesse, facing two other mutants. A psionic named Griff, and a feral who went by the name of Tiger, wittily enough.
The two men were large, muscular. The psionic and the feral seemed cocky, confident.
The molecular and the elemental facing them however were equally confident, if not more so. They had stronger powers, and they knew it.
The psionic named Griff had not been accustomed to his powers long, and so, as a result of that, was weaker than his companion. Griff had the ability to read thoughts, and could sense what a person's next move would be.
Claire faced Griff defiantly, whilst Jesse stared long and hard at Tiger.
In a blur, the battle began, and the four New Mutants rushed at one another, Griff immediately ducking under a kick he had obviously known was coming. What he didn't sense was that Claire had seen that coming, and kicked backwards, flattening the man.
Jesse phased as Tiger swung viciously at him. When Tiger swung again, Jesse had massed, and the feral's fist smashed against his solid body. He stifled a cry, and waited for Jesse to return to normal. Instead of granting Tiger that pleasure, Jesse stayed massed for a few more seconds, long enough to pound his solid fist against the feral's chest, sending him flying backwards, straight into the wall.
Griff ducked and blocked roughly half of Claire's blow, delivering a few himself, but not enough to knock the elemental off balance.
With the few spare moments that came between a barrage of blows between the two, Claire released thick fog into the room, catching their opponents off guard.
Tiger stood from the floor, looking around, his eyes turning feral to search for Jesse. The molecular appeared before him, and kicked him square in the jaw with a massed foot.
Tiger fell into a heap on the floor, leaving Jesse looming over him victorious.
Claire knew that Griff was disoriented. He had no one to concentrate his psionic powers on, no one's mind to read. Watching the movement of the fog as it was disturbed by a movement, she jumped, and spun into a fast kick, feeling her foot come into solid contact with someone's back. She heard them collapse to the ground.
Claire moved over to the fallen figure, joined shortly by a triumphant Jesse, coming to a halt over Griff, who groaned as he lay on the floor.
Claire cocked her head as she stared, and looked to Jesse, who simply smiled.
Without hesitation, she brought her foot down hard on his head, knocking him out immediately. She stepped away afterwards.
They heard the ventilation system come online, and suck the fog from the room. The two knew that Sampson had been able to see them clearly though. he just wanted to look at them without the use of thermal imaging.
He was grinning, looking down on the two proudly.
"Well done," he told them. "Very well done." He laughed, and nodded, satisfied.
Jesse looked across to Claire, who had suddenly lost her triumphant smile.
She paced from the room, and that was when he realised she was missing Brennan.
Sighing, he trailed out after her.