Disclaimer I keep forgetting: I don't own X-Men Evolution. I own the characters Nick, Rachel, Monica, Brad, Victor, and Jill. Remy, Todd, Pietro, and Lance are all owned by Marvel. If anyone has read My Custom Season fic, they probably remember Nick as Sonic, his story is different in this, he is just my favourite out of my created characters. In a final note, this fic will probably focus more on the Brotherhood, and less on the other four members of the Vague Project strike force, but they will still play a large part.
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After meeting their teammates, the group were all brought back to the apartment, and they all had been put on the same floor. Once again they were reminded of their wake up call, and then went back to their rooms. Todd and Fred fell fast asleep, secure in their new homes. Pietro however thought about Monica, lying awake in bed, before finally getting some sleep. Lance however paced through his apartment, insecure about his decision, hoping he hadn't doomed his friends to a horror worse then being Magneto's soldiers. The other thing he thought about was Kitty. Yeah he knew that he would miss her when he left, but he felt he was going nowhere with her, she didn't like him and she showed it. No matter what he did, every time the X-Men caused problems, Kitty yelled at Lance, and they started back the way it has always been, Lance desperate for attention, and Kitty occasionally showing interest, but then going back to ignoring Lance. Lance finally fell asleep, but in what seemed like minutes the phone rang. Lance picked it up and groaned a slightly audible hello.
"Mr. Alvers, good morning. Today you will report to the Rec room for instructions of how to go about your daily routines. Your classes today are beginning weaponry, loyalties, and Science. You will have firearms training, and specialized programs."
"Where am I?" Was all Lance could mutter, then realized that he was in his apartment. "Oh, right, the government thing." Lance could hear a faint laugh at the other end.
"Your jeep is currently in the parking garage, it was flown in from Bayville, you are instructed by Mr. Victor Regal to give a ride for Todd Tolanksy, Pietro Maximoff, and Fred Dukes."
"Right..."
"Good Bye sir."
"Right..."
Despite getting little sleep the night before Pietro was up and dressed early. The phone rang while he was going morning exercises.
"Hello." Pietro answered in a cheery voice. He was instructed on the same things Lance was, and then went back to his exercises. After a few more minutes he heard a knock at the door, he ran to it and opened it up, where Monica was.
"Good morning," Monica beamed, as she held a coffee pot.
"Monica, come on in." Pietro leaped for joy on the inside, but just gave a friendly smile.
"I figured since you got in yesterday you had no appliances so I should bring you a pot of coffee this morning."
"Hey thanks!"
"You still like it the same way?" Monica asked setting it down on the counter and pouring a cup.
"Black and strong enough to leap out of the cup." Monica handed the cup to Pietro who promptly drunk it down and poured himself another cup in one or two seconds.
"So your friends seemed really nice." Monica said, making small talk.
"Yeah they're great... we have been through a lot of adventures."
"My life wasn't all that peaceful aster you left either." Monica laughed. "When I first got my mutant powers it was in the middle of school, poor Mrs. Flank nearly had a heart attack." Pietro burst out laughing.
"Remember that time we put a unmarked present on her desk and it had a itching powder bomb in it?"
"How could I not? If I remember it had a bit to much blast and the whole class including us spent the rest of the day scratching."
"Wow, that takes me back." Pietro leaned against the counter.
"I'm sure Bayville went nuts with Pietro Maximoff running amuck."
"Oh yeah, and these guys I'm with make it even better, Todd can laterally create slime."
"You must have had a blast with that stuff."
"I've missed you so much." Pietro smiled.
"Me too." Monica looked down at her watch. "Oh no, I have to get ready, I'm sorry, I'll see you later today." Monica left and Pietro took a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah... bye." Pietro sighed and slumped against the wall. His sorrow however was short lived when he heard Lance knocking on the door.
"Pietro, your ride is ready."
"Yeah, sure." Pietro walked outside where Todd, Fred, and Lance were waiting. The four made their way to the Elevator and down to the parking garage. They found the jeep quickly, and they all piled into the familiar vehicle.
"Are you ok Pietro?" Fred asked, as they were driving.
"Yeah, you haven't said anything yet yo, isn't that like a record?" Todd laughed.
"I guess my mind is a little preoccupied."
"Not me." Fred beamed.
"Your mind is never occupied." Lance chuckled as he drove around.
"Shouldn't we be here by now yo?"
"Well... I sort of... wasn't watching the way." Lance admitted.
"Your lost?" Fred groaned.
"No I've been down this block before so I do know for a fact we are going in circles, that's not as bad as being lost."
"Lance." Todd groaned, looking out the window. "Wait I see it! Turn around and go left." After following Todd's direction Lance found the building, luckily by the time he got to the right floor he was right on time. Lance easily found the rec-room where they were supposed to meet, and they walked inside, where Brad and Victor were waiting.
"Good morning." Brad waved them over. The four obeyed and sat down on the couches.
"Where is everyone else yo?" Todd asked, looking around.
"Jill had to do some paperwork, and the other four were going to get a ride with Remy but they aren't here yet." Todd nodded and the four members of the Brotherhood sat around waiting. Within a few minutes Remy, Monica, Nick, and Rachel ran in.
"Sorry we're late!" Rachel gasped as the four ran in.
"Remy got lost." Nick grumbled walking over to the couch and sat down.
"Well now that we are all here, lets get over how this will work. You will report to room 561, it is on floor 14, all your classes will be held there. You will have your basic weaponry class, and Science, both taught by Victor." Brad explained. He will give you further instructions of what to do, after your classes.
"Lets go." Victor led the group of eight down the hall and into a elevator. They went to the 14th floor and into room 561, Lance made a mental note of where it was. They walked inside and each sat down, Victor at the front. "Inside your desks you will find a white binder. You are all instructed, over the next hour, to read silently over the first chapter, about handguns, as a general weapon. If you have any questions, silently come to the front of the room, and I will be happy to answer them for you." As odd as it sounded each of the students found the binder and started reading. It outlined how the weapon worked, the proper handling of the weapon, and different types of handguns. Lance stood up and walked to the front of the room.
"Mr. Regal can I speak with you outside?" Lance quietly asked, hiding a bit of anger. Victor nodded and the two went outside. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What?"
"You are teaching them about handguns!"
"Yeah, so?"
"They are just young teenagers. I mean yeah I admit I have fired a gun before, but I haven't even pointed one at another human let alone fired."
"Well that's good, we prefer people who haven't committed murder." Victor's voice filled with sarcasm.
"No you just want to train little perfect soldiers out of young teens." Lance snapped.
"Alvers, your job is to do missions the government says, to do that you have to rely on a little more then a little earthquake."
"You want to see a little earthquake!" Lance's eyes rolled back and the ground started shaking but it stopped when he was tackled to the ground by Victor.
"Listen Alvers, you want to play hero and say no to guns, fine, send your friends into combat against trained soldiers, who have more ammunition then you think, after one or two of them get pumped full of hot lead, you will have wished that you had a gun with you, because in the long run, you can create a earthquake, but what good is it, if it buries you too?" Lance was silent. "Now I suggest Mr. Alvers, that you go back in there, and learn how to use a handgun, so that when the time comes, you are ready." Lance nodded and walked back inside the room and went back to reading."