Don't own any GI Joe or X-Men Evolution characters. There I said it. Well here it is, part 3 of the 'Weekend of Adventures in Hell' trilogy. This time it's Xavier's turn to get tortured! And of course you know Hank, and Kelly will be involved in this as well! Not to mention some other characters…

Adventures in Washington D.C

Chapter 1: Checking In!

"What do you mean our rooms aren't available?" Xavier asked.

"I'm sorry sir but according to our schedule your reservations were cancelled," The hotel clerk said with a trace of aloofness in his voice.

"Really?" Xavier didn't have to use his telepathy to figure out how that happened. Even with his shields in place the man radiated hate.

"Are you sure that they weren't…misplaced?" Hank gave a friendly growl and showed his canines in a broad smile.

To his credit, the hotel clerk didn't flinch. "Perhaps there was a glitch in the computer," He said simply. "Let me see what I can do."

"You do that," Hank smiled. "While we have a talk with the manager."

"Go ahead," General Hawk walked up. "You won't get very far. He's still miffed after our last visit."

"Hawk?" Xavier looked at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to attend a conference on military security," Hawk told him. "Officially. Unofficially I'm playing babysitter."

"Babysitter?" Hank asked.

"Oh I love hotels!" General Whithalf strutted in. "I love the glamour and the elegance and especially those free little bottles of scotch they leave in your room!"

"Oh boy," Xavier winced.

"What?" Hank looked at him.

"Hello there!" General Whithalf walked up to them. "Hawk my good man! Why don't you introduce me to your friends?"

"General Whithalf this is Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy of the Xavier Institute," Hawk introduced them.

"Hello there!" General Whithalf grinned. "I say that's a rather odd blue fur coat you have there old chap. Isn't it hot wearing it under that suit?"

"Not really," Hank grinned.

"He's a mutant sir," Hawk explained.

"Oh so you are," Whithalf blinked. "Damn! My wife is right. I do need glasses."

"Excuse me is my room ready?" Senator Kelly walked up with his entourage.

"Of course sir," The hotel clerk gave him a key. "Number 226."

"Oh yeah his room is ready," Hank drolled. "What are you doing here? I thought you had a place of your own in town?"

"My apartment is being fumigated okay?" Senator Kelly snapped. "Not that it's any of your business. Then again with that mind reader no one's business is safe!"

"Senator," Xavier spoke carefully. "I do not use my powers so recklessly."

"Yeah right!" Kelly snapped. "And what's he doing here? I thought they didn't let animals in this building?"

"Well they let you in," Hank said.

"Just keep away from me!" Kelly snarled at Hank and stormed off with his people.

"Well I know who I'm not going to vote for in the coming elections," Hank sniffed.

"Rather rude fellow isn't he?" Whithalf huffed. "Who was he again?"

"Senator Kelly sir," Hawk said.

"Oh well that explains it," Whithalf nodded. "All right Clerk, where's our rooms?"

"Well I have rooms for you and General Hawk," The hotel clerk said. "But there's nothing I can do for these other…individuals."

"Now look here…" Hank began.

"Hold it Hank," Hawk said. "I think we have to use a more…universal argument."

"Quite right," General Whithalf dug into his pocket. "Let me get this."

"General I can't let you…" Xavier started to protest.

"Oh it's no trouble at all," Whithalf told him. Then he pulled out a pistol and stuck it in the clerk's face. "All right you stinking piece of puke! Give 'em a room or you'll find your brains splattered all over the ceiling!"

"SIR NO!" Hawk grabbed the gun away from Whithalf. "I meant the other universal argument."

"Oh of course a bribe!" Whithalf lightly slapped the side of his head. "How stupid of me! Sorry about that."

"Uh maybe I can find something," The Hotel Clerk gulped. "Oh yes I do have one extra room. Number 227! But that's all we have for now!"

"Looks like we're going to have to share a room," Hank shrugged.

"Wonderful," Xavier sighed. "We'll take it."

"And you'd better give them a fruit basket," Whithalf told the clerk. "Otherwise," He took his gun back and fired up towards the ceiling. The shot shattered a chandelier and it crashed to the floor.

Now the clerk was looking a little green. "Yes sir…"

"Oh god not again," Hawk rolled his eyes. He whispered to the others. "You'd be amazed at how many times he's done this. Sir why don't' we go up to the room and have some of your medication shall we?"

"Oh all right but I feel fine," Whithalf waved as he received the keys. "Hawk you have room 229 and I have room 228! Fancy that! We're neighbors!"

"Oh goody," Hank made a forced smile.

"Well see you around!" Whithalf waved as Hawk led him away. "I want to let you know Professor how much I admire your work. I can't speak for any others in the Pentagon, but I am against this beastly Mutant Registration Act one hundred percent! See you later on the battlefield. Oh my this floor is messy. Someone should really clean up all that glass."

"He's on our side huh?" Hank asked. "We're in trouble aren't we?"

"I'm afraid we are," Xavier groaned.

Okay people you know the drill! Hand in those suggestions and be prepared for madness and torture! He he…