Disclaimer: OK, for those of you who haven't seen one of these before... I don't own X-Men. All I own is Camry, Birdie, and Gryffon.

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Camry arrived back at the bank. No one was there. Why not? Where had they gone? Panting, she looked around. Lying on the ground by the front door was a white piece of paper. Camry picked it up and read;

Cam,

Knew u'd come. Help. Birdie + me r b-in taken away. Don't know y. Not by gov't. Sum rich, power-crazed guy. Dennings. Don't no who that is. Takin us 2 base 14. Don't know were. There r more of us. Lots. Gov't passed reg law. Base 14 sum kind of prison or holdin place. Get us out. Don't no plans. Cud b ne ting. Help.

Gryff

Camry glared at the note. Base 14? What was that? The government wasn't behind it? Who was this guy, Dennings? So, Dennigns was taking them to base 14. And there were more mutants being taken there. How many was lots? Camry bit her lip. If I was a power-crazed rich guy gathering up mutants, she thought, where would I put them? In the last place anyone would look. She shocked herself with the stupidity of this logic. Well, duh! If they were in the first place anyone looked, they would be found within a day. Camry sighed. Ok, first things first. She needed to look up Dennings. Ok, where to find a computer at four in the morning? No café would be open; the local library wouldn't be open 'til eight. She sighed. It would have to wait until morning. She walked drearily back to the hotel where the room they had rented was. She entered the elevator, and rode up to the sixth floor. Quietly, she slipped the key into the lock and entered. She flopped down on the couch, to begin the hard and prolonged chore of figuring out how to get her friends out from the clutches of some crazy psychopath.

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Author's Note: ok, I know that this one is short, too, but I will post again soon. Minor case of writer's block. If you read, please review!