Renegade followed Jubilee, she in her car, he on his motorcycle. It was a recent acquisition. He had long envied Wolverine's bike, and decided it was high time to get his own. So he did.
When she finally stopped, she pulled into a garage that was next to an apartment building. An old, broken-down, shabby, decrepit apartment building. He recognized this place. Professor X had owned it for a time, just before his death. It was to be expanded into an off-campus housing building. That never happened.
Renegade liked the building, though. It was old, sure, and broken-down, but comfortably so. At least, that's what it looked like from the small parking garage. But there was one other thing Renegade liked even more.
It was right in the heart of Hell's Kitchen.
"Nice place," Renegade remarked.
Jubilee didn't bother to respond.
She led the way up two flights of stairs, down a hall, up another flight of stairs. The doors were all open, and it was apparent no one lived here. Except, of course, for the New Lights.
She showed him a door that was closed. "Your room."
She waited while he dropped his single duffel bag inside of it. "Then gimme the key."
She spread her arms. "No key. None of us have them."
He cursed softly and followed her as she showed him another room. It was equipped with a stereo system, a TV, and all the other such essentials. It was eerily quiet, especially for a place that could easily host some nice parties.
"This is our lounge. The rest of the team should be getting here quite soon."
Renegade shrugged. He wandered back to his room, sat on the bad. It was hard as a rock. He rolled his eyes and laid down. He had plenty of time to kill.
He fell asleep in short order…
When she finally stopped, she pulled into a garage that was next to an apartment building. An old, broken-down, shabby, decrepit apartment building. He recognized this place. Professor X had owned it for a time, just before his death. It was to be expanded into an off-campus housing building. That never happened.
Renegade liked the building, though. It was old, sure, and broken-down, but comfortably so. At least, that's what it looked like from the small parking garage. But there was one other thing Renegade liked even more.
It was right in the heart of Hell's Kitchen.
"Nice place," Renegade remarked.
Jubilee didn't bother to respond.
She led the way up two flights of stairs, down a hall, up another flight of stairs. The doors were all open, and it was apparent no one lived here. Except, of course, for the New Lights.
She showed him a door that was closed. "Your room."
She waited while he dropped his single duffel bag inside of it. "Then gimme the key."
She spread her arms. "No key. None of us have them."
He cursed softly and followed her as she showed him another room. It was equipped with a stereo system, a TV, and all the other such essentials. It was eerily quiet, especially for a place that could easily host some nice parties.
"This is our lounge. The rest of the team should be getting here quite soon."
Renegade shrugged. He wandered back to his room, sat on the bad. It was hard as a rock. He rolled his eyes and laid down. He had plenty of time to kill.
He fell asleep in short order…
