Kurt Wagner was not having a good day. In fact, it seemed he never did have a good day. But today, he and the X-Men were on a mission.

"Great," he thought. "Another mission. More injuries, more pain more bad stuff. Verdamnt. "

Cerebro had picked up a new mutant, and Xavier's team was on its way to recruit him. He was located in England, but appeared to be on the run. Scott, or Cyclops, was flying the Blackbird his fastest to pick up the possible new team member, before anyone was hurt.

"So, professor, do ya have any info on this new mutant ah hear we're after?" Rouge's strong southern accent interrupted Kurt's thoughts.

"Yes, I do, Rouge. I believe you should all listen to this, too, team. The person we are looking for seems to have rather strange physical mutations, so he shouldn't be hard to find. However, this may have caused him to go in to hiding, making things a little more difficult." The Professor turned around his wheelchair, addressing his team of mutants.

"Physical mutations, you say? Should get along just fine with the elf." Wolverine grumbled from his seat. He was having a major paddy at the moment, because he wasn't allowed to fly the X-Jet. "And half-pint." He grinned, knowing how freaked out she had been the first time she met Kurt.

There was a loud thump as the jet touched down in the beautiful English country side. The X-Men looked out of the windows at the stunning scenery, and climbed out of their seats.

"Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought." Kurt thought out loud.

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