Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. I do however own the characters Nick Seer, Rachel Baron, Monica Doe, Victor Regal, Brad Rach (that's me ^_^) and Jill Ricardo.
Night had fallen on the city, and the Brotherhood were piled in Lance's jeep.
"This is gunna be great." Fred laughed.
"Quiet!" Lance snapped back. The jeep drove down the street, it was far after dark.
"So what did you get for 'personal' training?" Pietro asked, looking to the back seat where Fred and Todd sat.
"Well I just lifted tons of weights and practiced breaking stuff." Fred shrugged.
"I had to dodge stuff and use my agility for stuff ya know, but I got bored and just hopped around the room while my trainer tried to get me to settle down." Todd explained.
"I had to work out, and my trainer said I may be fast but I probably don't have very much endurance, so we tested who could last longer on a treadmill." Pietro laughed. "Needless to say I have more endurance."
"How about you Lance." Todd asked, kicking the back of his seat.
"Well we did some stuff on shifting earth and moving walls and stuff for awhile, and then just some leadership stuff." As Lance finished they pulled into the office area.
"You going to be the team's leader?" Fred asked.
"I don't know, they just said I should do some leadership training 'cause I'm the oldest."
The four got out of the jeep and walked inside the building. Lance used a keycard and got inside, but he was stopped by a security guard.
"I haven't seen you four around, aren't you a little young?" The guard glared.
"No sir." Todd stated looking in his wallet and pulled out an I.D. card Brad had given him, the other members did the same.
"Oh your four are the new mutant team." He laughed.
"That's us." Pietro nodded.
"These secret government forces keep getting younger." The security guard shook his head. "And its just you four?"
"No sir, there are four others." Fred explained.
"Excellent." With a odd smile the security guard walked back down the hall.
"Anyone else get a weird vibe from him?" Pietro looked puzzled.
"No, now lets go before someone asks what we're doing here." Lance snapped. The four made their way to the elevator, and then up to a floor. Once there Pietro fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a key. The Brotherhood walked to a door and unlocked it and opened it up.
"Hit a light." Lance ordered. Todd did so and the weapons testing grounds was illuminated with light.
"Alright!" Pietro zipped around the room looking at all the different weapons.
"What's this?" Todd asked picking up a grenade, as he picked it up a piece fell off. "Whatever it is it isn't made well."
"Throw it here." Lance ordered. Todd tossed him the weapon and Lance looked over it. "It's a grenade Todd... where is the pin?"
"Must have fallen out, why? What's a pin?"
"Get down!" Lance screamed and dropped to the ground and through the grenade. It exploded down the hall, scorching all the brick, and blowing some of it to pieces. "Who doesn't know what a grenade is!" lance gasped.
"Sorry." Todd meekly apologized in the face of Lance's wrath.
"Ok Freddy." Fred said calmly to himself as he picked up a shotgun. "Go with the kickback." Fred shot and moved his arm back to soon, so he ended up shooting to roof. "Oops"
"Great job Fred." Todd rolled his eyes.
"This from the guy who just through a grenade without the pin at me." Lance said.
"Monica would have liked to join us." Pietro sighed.
"Oh great." Lance took a gun and held it to his head. "Not more moaning."
"Its no worse then when you go into a Kitty sorrow."
"It's a lot worse and a lot different."
"Not really." Todd muttered.
"Watch it, remember who is holding the gun." Lance pointed it at Todd.
"Watch it!"
"No." Lance said smugly.
"Yes!" Todd shouted back.
"What are you going to do about it."
"This." Todd picked up a flame thrower and strapped it on his back. Lance started running down the long hall, with Todd chasing him. "Any slower and your gunna burn!" Todd laughed with glee.
"Think we should help me?" Pietro asked.
"No, let him have some fun." Fred said sitting down, watching Lance be chased by the small little boy, hopping after him with a flame thrower.