A/N: This is my second chapter today, and hopefully longer than the other one. As usual, please read and respond. I also forgot to mention that all flames will be used to assist my pet fire lizard in roasting marshmallows and chestnuts.

Disclaimer: See chapter 1 and for all future Disclaimers, see chapter 1, as I will not say it again!!! ____________________________________________________________________________

Chapter 2: In Which Scott Gets A Surprise

The day was already well into its beginnings when Liz finally woke up. She got up and stretched, cursing at the circumstances that caused her to live outdoors.

She shook her head, clearing the last traces of sleep from her head and began to stretch out her muscles, preparing for what she was about to do. "Okay Liz, you know you have to do this, it's a matter of eating, or going without food for the 2nd day in a row. Now, do you have any last words? Yeah, I really wish I didn't have to do this." Liz began to strip of her clothing, revealing that not only her head was invisible, but so was the rest of her.

Now fully invisible, it seemed like everything she moved floated through the air, so to the surprise of a drunken man, stumbling home after being out all night, and passed out all morning, that he saw Liz's clothing floating through the air and being tucked behind a fire escape. He shook his head in amazement and looked at the package resting so innocently in his hand, inconspicuously wrapped in brown paper and shook his head, twisting the top off and taking another swig of liquor.

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It was 12:30 when Liz reached Eu Claire Mall's courtyard and it was total chaos as the tourists, busksers and businessmen were hurrying around to where they had to be, it was a simple matter for Liz weave her way through the crowds, looking for a likely target. Ignoring the children and young parents, because she needed to eat, not cause too much unhappiness, she spotted her first target. There was a short man with bristly sideburns and hair wearing a flannel shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots standing next to a tall, fashionably clothed, lady with long red hair and a man, dressed like a prep, wearing of all things, a red visor. They were all obviously arguing over which I-Max movie they wanted to watch, finally, the shorter man through his hands in the air and left. Liz was happy, she did not want to have to deal with him anyway, his jeans were too tight for her to lift his wallet and not have him notice, she may be a master pickpocket, but she was a long way from being a master thief. She decided to target the yuppie, she figured that if he had enough to buy such stupid and expensive eyewear, he certainly wouldn't miss a couple of bucks.

She crept closer, avoiding the milling crowds. Finally, she was close enough to reach his back pocket, a huge bulge marking where he kept his wallet. Slipping her hand carefully into his pocket, she carefully inched it out, now was the time to be careful, because this was the spot where most beginners made their mistakes. All too soon, the wallet was in her hands and she was slipping away, crouched close to the ground, so the wallet would not be noticed floating away in mid air. Once she was free of the crowd, she started running like the very hounds of heck were after her, to where she had left her clothing.

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About 5 minutes after Liz had picket the man's pocket, he and the lady had finally agreed on which movie they wanted to see, they went and order tickets, but when the man reached into his back pocket, his wallet was gone. Shocked, he started to pat himself down, searching for the missing item to no avail, it was gone. Now frantic, he turned to his wife, "Jean, did I bring my wallet with me today?"

She replied, "Yes you did dear, why is something wrong?"

Scott turned to the ticket booth agent and said, "I am very sorry ma'am, but we have changed our minds about the movie tickets." Jean started to protest, but Scott took her firmly by the arm explaining, "Jean, my wallet's missing, I had it just a minute ago, when I bought those hotdogs, but now it's gone.

"Is there any chance that it is in one of your pockets and you forgot that you moved it there?"

"No, I always leave it in my back pocket, besides I never forget anything."

"You mean like anniversaries or birthdays?"

"That's different, you know I never leave anything anywhere!"

Jean was now worried and started to list places where it might be, offered to help him find it, and they retraced all of their steps, but the wallet still remained missing.

The short, hairy man had been watching from the food court in amusement and now finally sauntered up to Jean saying, "Missing something Jeanie?"

"No, I'm not Logan, but Scott's lost his wallet."

Logan looked amazed, then very quickly amused and said, "Scooter's lost his wallet!" he turned to Scott turning sarcastic, "Let me guess, you kept it safe in the back pocket of your pants."

Scott replied, affronted, "But of course, there is no other safe place to keep it."

Stepping closer to Scott, Logan inhaled deeply and thoughtfully several times. Scott looked confused, Jean was confused and then realized what Logan, really Wolverine of the X-Men, was doing.

Suddenly a grin appeared over Logan's face as he said wryly, "Yep Scooter, just as I thought, your pocket was picked."

Scott looked worried, "Jean, that wallet, it had all of the information for the institute in there."

Logan was once again, amazed. Stepping up to Scott, he reached up to the taller man's shirt collar and yanked his face down to an even level. His voice, now softly dangerous and rising, "You kept, all of that very important, Super-secret INFORMATION IN YOUR BACK POCKET WHERE ANY COMMON THIEF COULD GET THEIR HANDS ON IT!?"

Logan whirled around, started sniffing and, obviously finding what he was looking for, started stalking away, following something only his nose could sense. Jean followed, leaving Scott behind, obviously baffled to what they were doing. Logan turned around, "Well are you coming or not? The trail is already getting cold with all of these people walking around."

Scott finally realized what Logan and Jean were up to, smacked himself mentally in the head and ran to catch up. "Right, let's find that pickpocket." He said like he knew what he was doing all the time and he was just waiting for the others to telepathically pick the information up from his head. Jean and Logan just shook their heads and waited for him to catch up.

TBC