Waves of fear shot through Kindle, tearing at his mind.
In front of him stood three men. Behind them, Richard was tied to a chair. Kindle couldn't remember ever being this terrified in his life.
With the rest of his team behind him, he watched one of the men raise his gun. That finally snapped Kindle out of his stupor.
Reaching around him, he went to grab Lynx, to pull her to cover. To his surprise, she pulled away from him and jumped out of his reach. The effect was the same, however, as her movement put her behind a large pile of crates.
He spun around to face his attackers, to find the first one crumpled on the ground, Gambit going at another with his fists. As Kindle watched, Gambit landed a punch to the side of his opponent's head, lighting up his glasses and knocking him to the ground. As soon as the kinetically charged glasses came in hard contact with the cement floor, they exploded. The man screamed, clutching at his bleeding eyes. Totally oblivious, Gambit had already rounded on the last of them. Fortunately, he was not oblivious. His own eyes wide with fear, he backed away from Gambit, his hands shielding his face, begging Gambit not to hit him. Gambit didn't seem to hear him and continued to advance.
"Gambit!" He didn't respond. Kindle grabbed his arm and whipped him around, "That's enough."
Gambit's eyes cleared, and Kindle realized they hadn't been clouded with rage but fear. Some of Kindle's own fear dissipated.
"Lynx needs you," he gestured to the crates. Gambit nodded.
Kindle turned to the remaining kidnapper, still huddled against the wall. He hauled him up by the front of his collar. The man continued to blubber, begging Kindle not to hurt him. Hauling back, Kindle hit him in the jaw, knocking him out.
Kindle dropped him and moved to Richard. Kneeling in front of him, Kindle lit a small flame under the rope on the bottom of the hand rest. "Don't worry, we're friends of your Mom's."
Richard nodded and Kindle felt his fear recede. The boy seemed to be unhurt. As soon as he had burnt through all the ropes, Kindle went over to the kidnapper unconscious against the wall and slung him over his shoulder, before gesturing for Richard to follow him, "Let's get out of here."
Lynx was standing markedly away from Gambit as Kindle made his way towards them. That worried Kindle. Lynx was not to keen on men, with good reason, but she had never had a problem with Gambit. Normally she didn't see him as a threat. But her voice was strong when she turned to Kindle, "Where is Cyclops?"
Kindle looked around, and saw no sign of him, "Oh, shit."
"You can say that again," Logan said, reaching for the door handle.
"Just a minute," she said, putting her hand over his.
"What? You want to stay in here till we get where they are going? Don't you think they'll get a little suspicious?"
"No. But if we stop it here, we don't know how many people they have on site."
"Can't Kindle and Cyclops deal with them?"
She shook her head, "They're supposed to keep their heads down. And I won't put over a hundred kids in danger."
"And what happens when we get in the air?" he continued to argue with her in a whisper, "Are you prepared to fly this thing?"
"Auto pilots today are very affective, we wouldn't have to do anything."
"I hope you're right."
A shutter ran through the plane as the wheels lost contact with the ground. Logan almost missed her whispered, "Me too."
Before he could call her on it, she opened the door and slipped soundlessly out into the corridor. Shaking his head, he followed her.
He stepped around the door in time to see her run her fingers across both of the startled men's throats. They stared at her mutely, their mouths working as if they were trying to say something, before they slumped over in their chairs. He stood there, stunned, staring at her, "How did you do that?"
She turned to face him, "I have genetic control of my cells. So, using the genetics of several different insects, I loaded microscopic spines on my fingertips with neurotoxins, a paralytic and sleeping agent. Remarkably effective at making silent takedowns."
As she walked past him, she lifted his jaw to close his mouth, "I'm not exactly new at this."
She stepped up to the door to the cockpit, "Damn, it's locked. Could you check those guys for keys?"
Not bothering to search any of the unconscious men, Logan walked up behind her. Reaching towards the lock, he extended one claw. It sliced easily through the metal of the door, cutting away the bolt.
"Well, that was certainly effective," she said, her eyes on his claw as he removed it from the door.
He smiled as he reached around her with his other hand. Embedding all three of his claws in the door, he pulled it open for her.
As he followed her into the cockpit, he saw her reach around the pilot's seat from behind. As the pilot slumped forward in his seat, Logan saw he was wearing a large pair of headphones. Logan sure as hell hoped they had prevented him from hearing the rending of the metal. The last thing they needed was for him to have raised an alarm.
Leaving the pilot in his seat, Alex sat down in the seat beside him. Logan watched as she ran her hand through her hair and blinked twice, opening her eyes wide. Before he could do more than shake his head, she was already messing with the board in front of her.
"Ouuu, touch screen," she reached out to the lit up screen in front of her, "Let's see, change destination."
She pressed firmly on the screen. A text prompt popped up.
Enter Password.
In front of him stood three men. Behind them, Richard was tied to a chair. Kindle couldn't remember ever being this terrified in his life.
With the rest of his team behind him, he watched one of the men raise his gun. That finally snapped Kindle out of his stupor.
Reaching around him, he went to grab Lynx, to pull her to cover. To his surprise, she pulled away from him and jumped out of his reach. The effect was the same, however, as her movement put her behind a large pile of crates.
He spun around to face his attackers, to find the first one crumpled on the ground, Gambit going at another with his fists. As Kindle watched, Gambit landed a punch to the side of his opponent's head, lighting up his glasses and knocking him to the ground. As soon as the kinetically charged glasses came in hard contact with the cement floor, they exploded. The man screamed, clutching at his bleeding eyes. Totally oblivious, Gambit had already rounded on the last of them. Fortunately, he was not oblivious. His own eyes wide with fear, he backed away from Gambit, his hands shielding his face, begging Gambit not to hit him. Gambit didn't seem to hear him and continued to advance.
"Gambit!" He didn't respond. Kindle grabbed his arm and whipped him around, "That's enough."
Gambit's eyes cleared, and Kindle realized they hadn't been clouded with rage but fear. Some of Kindle's own fear dissipated.
"Lynx needs you," he gestured to the crates. Gambit nodded.
Kindle turned to the remaining kidnapper, still huddled against the wall. He hauled him up by the front of his collar. The man continued to blubber, begging Kindle not to hurt him. Hauling back, Kindle hit him in the jaw, knocking him out.
Kindle dropped him and moved to Richard. Kneeling in front of him, Kindle lit a small flame under the rope on the bottom of the hand rest. "Don't worry, we're friends of your Mom's."
Richard nodded and Kindle felt his fear recede. The boy seemed to be unhurt. As soon as he had burnt through all the ropes, Kindle went over to the kidnapper unconscious against the wall and slung him over his shoulder, before gesturing for Richard to follow him, "Let's get out of here."
Lynx was standing markedly away from Gambit as Kindle made his way towards them. That worried Kindle. Lynx was not to keen on men, with good reason, but she had never had a problem with Gambit. Normally she didn't see him as a threat. But her voice was strong when she turned to Kindle, "Where is Cyclops?"
Kindle looked around, and saw no sign of him, "Oh, shit."
"You can say that again," Logan said, reaching for the door handle.
"Just a minute," she said, putting her hand over his.
"What? You want to stay in here till we get where they are going? Don't you think they'll get a little suspicious?"
"No. But if we stop it here, we don't know how many people they have on site."
"Can't Kindle and Cyclops deal with them?"
She shook her head, "They're supposed to keep their heads down. And I won't put over a hundred kids in danger."
"And what happens when we get in the air?" he continued to argue with her in a whisper, "Are you prepared to fly this thing?"
"Auto pilots today are very affective, we wouldn't have to do anything."
"I hope you're right."
A shutter ran through the plane as the wheels lost contact with the ground. Logan almost missed her whispered, "Me too."
Before he could call her on it, she opened the door and slipped soundlessly out into the corridor. Shaking his head, he followed her.
He stepped around the door in time to see her run her fingers across both of the startled men's throats. They stared at her mutely, their mouths working as if they were trying to say something, before they slumped over in their chairs. He stood there, stunned, staring at her, "How did you do that?"
She turned to face him, "I have genetic control of my cells. So, using the genetics of several different insects, I loaded microscopic spines on my fingertips with neurotoxins, a paralytic and sleeping agent. Remarkably effective at making silent takedowns."
As she walked past him, she lifted his jaw to close his mouth, "I'm not exactly new at this."
She stepped up to the door to the cockpit, "Damn, it's locked. Could you check those guys for keys?"
Not bothering to search any of the unconscious men, Logan walked up behind her. Reaching towards the lock, he extended one claw. It sliced easily through the metal of the door, cutting away the bolt.
"Well, that was certainly effective," she said, her eyes on his claw as he removed it from the door.
He smiled as he reached around her with his other hand. Embedding all three of his claws in the door, he pulled it open for her.
As he followed her into the cockpit, he saw her reach around the pilot's seat from behind. As the pilot slumped forward in his seat, Logan saw he was wearing a large pair of headphones. Logan sure as hell hoped they had prevented him from hearing the rending of the metal. The last thing they needed was for him to have raised an alarm.
Leaving the pilot in his seat, Alex sat down in the seat beside him. Logan watched as she ran her hand through her hair and blinked twice, opening her eyes wide. Before he could do more than shake his head, she was already messing with the board in front of her.
"Ouuu, touch screen," she reached out to the lit up screen in front of her, "Let's see, change destination."
She pressed firmly on the screen. A text prompt popped up.
Enter Password.