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Chapter 35: White House + Acolytes is BAD!
As the X-Men disembarked from the bus, the Guthrie clan behind them, the playful teasing that was the hallmark of the X-Men off-duty was in full swing. The group formed up in front of the entrance to the tour of the White House, as they were the first group of the day. They were being broken into several groups, and, by the engineering of fate and luck, the X-Men and the Guthrie's were all with Mr. Nallik. As their group entered the slightly famous building, Kyle chuckled.
"What's up?" Asked Amara, as she clasped his hand lightly.
"I have a feeling this day will be very interesting."
On the roof of the White house, seven metallic spheres landed.
Their guide met the group, and began to show them the White House. As the tour guide lead them through the second floor, all hell broke loose. Several men in suits appeared, and one of them spoke.
"We're going to have to ask all of you to come with us." Before he could elaborate, a familiar Moroccan man burst through a wall, slamming him into the far one.
Sam leapt to action, cannonballing into Jetstream and sending him flying. Jetstream hit the far end of the hallway and turned to look at the X-Men.
"Fancy meeting you here." He said, as he charged at Cannonball.
Sam watched the human bullet impassively. At the last second, he stepped to the side, watching as the less maneuverable mutant flew past, right into Colossus's steel-plated fist.
The remaining suits watched the X-Men in shock. Before they could say a word, Peter looked down at Jetstream.
"He's out of the fight, comrades."
"Yeah," said Jubilee, "But now we can't find out who else we have to deal with. Or where they are."
Kyle nodded, "That provides one problem. The other one is this, why are they attacking?"
One of the men in suits made a snap decision. "You think you can take these guys?"
Bobby turned to him, his face serious. "We've done it before, we can do it again."
The suit nodded, "Alright then, there are four of them, not counting this one. One's in the main hall, Hispanic appearance, about early twenties, appears to be half crocodile."
"Lockjaw." Said Bobby, "Nightcrawler, you and Avalanche take him. Do the bamfing thing, then let Lance take care of the rest." The teleporting mutant nodded, as the earth-shaker cracked his knuckles.
"Another one's in the west wing. Early twenties, with knives for fingers."
"Pete Wisdom. Colossus, you and Boomer take him. Boomer, remember, we don't want to cause a lot of property damage here."
The blond nodded, showing both her understanding and her acknowledgment.
"Another one is running through the corridors. She's got a purple tail, about knee length, and light brown hair."
"Catseye. Wolfsbane, you and Shadowcat take her."
The Scottish animorphic mutant smirked at the thought of a rematch
"Another is in the east wing. Again, Hispanic origin, has lots of skin hanging off of him."
"Skin. I'll take him. That leaves Jubilee, Magma, Cannonball and Sage free to cover if needed."
As the X-Men began to depart, the suit spoke again, "Hold on a second." Then, into his transmitter, he spoke again. "Repeat that last transmission." After listening a few seconds, he nodded.
"There's one more, on the roof. He's about fourteen, light brown hair spiked down in front. He appears to throw lightning from his hands."
The X-Men palled visibly. "Berserker." Hissed Kyle, his voice venomous.
"That answers the question of why they're attacking." Said Amara.
Bobby thought quickly. "Where's the president?"
"In his office, why?"
Kyle took over, "This just became an assassination attempt."
