Toad's liquid eyes floated over to meet Magneto's cold gray stare. What he had of an attention span was directed solely on the man in front of him. He wanted to know exactly how he was supposed to kill her. Toad focused on Magneto and hung on his every word as if they dripped with life itself.

"We have obtained the knowledge that Wolverine can bring the girl back to life, yes?" His eyes temporarily floated from person to person, or mutant to mutant, rather.

"So what we must do is stage another death. Sabretooth," the feline's head jerked up at the sharp sound of his name, "you and Mystique will perform this. Stall Wolverine for as long as possible." A malicious smile spread across his face and a metallic shine flashed across his eyes.

"If not kill him."

Every mutant smiled. This was their moment to shine and they would be victorious. Toad, however, wanted to know exactly how he was to kill the girl. His patience paid off.

"Toad, this should give you ample time to dispose of the brat. If she is dead long before Wolverine finds you, she will be beyond hope. If he or anyone else arrives before she is dead, this mission is failed."

Toad silently urged Mags to continue. He didn't. Mystique and Sabretooth raised themselves out of their seats and made to exit the room. Toad still sat, in stunned silence. How could everyone just leave? He perked up as he heard Magneto's deep voice:

"The attack will commence in precisely three days. Until then, Mystique will be taking the place of Shadowcat. I have taken notice that Wolverine currently is not at the mansion, so this is perfect placement." A cold stare now emitted from his eyes. "However, he will be back, and I'm trusting that none of you will fail me."

His voice was monotonous as he spoke, but somehow full of threat.

Toad watched as Mystique and Sabretooth left the room, obviously discussing the choreography for their "fight scene" in three days. Toad scoffed shortly. Like Sabretooth was going to actually remember the right moves to do! For a minute, he thought he was alone, but in fact, Magneto did not leave. Toad stared at him with liquid eyes.

"Toad, I know that you have a lingering question in that troubled head of yours." He paced arrogantly around a steel chair, running his fingers over the back lightly. Toad could not hold it in any longer. He knew that Mags knew what he wanted to know. He stopped himself for a minute and backtracked to make sure what he was thinking made sense.

He sighed, Did it ever?

He felt Magneto's amused stare on him and the question could no longer be contained:

"How do you want her to die?"

Magneto smiled. This mission would kill two birds with one stone: Disabling the X-Men to a certain degree, and ensuring the loyalty of a certain member of the Brotherhood. Again, he smiled that haughty smile.

"You may do whatever you want with her, my green friend." He stared into Toad's eyes, sensing that the amphibian wanted, needed, more information. He could not simply leave Toad in the dark.

Toad wanted more. He ran his eyes across Magneto's again and again, hoping to find some lost lore. But he internally sighed, knowing the only way he would come to know more, is if Magneto chose to let him. Thankfully, the low voice spoke again, echoing into his ears:

"You must be sure to drain her blood. Let it flow until you are certain that the majority of it has spilt. Then," his eyes flashed dangerously, "do what you will."

And with that, Magneto turned on his heel, his cape swishing violently behind him. Toad watched him head toward the door. But just before the tall man completely vanished, he elegantly spun around and looked Toad dead in the eye. The green mutant's heart skipped a beat. There was more.

Magneto's hand played with the metal wall adjacent to him, a sly smirk upon his face.

"We are counting on you Toad, my brother." Again, Magneto started to turn around as if some lingering thought existed still. He spoke it as a carefree afterthought, "Oh, and Toad." The amphibian gazed up. "Be creative."

And with that, he was gone.