"What plan to destroy the world?" Xavier asked.
"To save and protect the mutant race is my guess. As far as I know there is a special device, a rocket of some sort, at S.H.I.E.L.D. that has enough power to destroy not only the sun but the whole universe as well."
Xavier tried to contact his x-men threw telepathy but nothing happened. It was as if all the voices, thoughts that he heard, had been turned off. Something was blocking his telepathy.
"Don't bother Charles. Mystique made sure that a shield was built into the plastic to stop you from communicating with your beloved X-men. Tell me Charles what was the last thing you remember before you woke up here?"
"I was outside on the veranda reading a book."
It was then Xavier realized he might never see Scott, Jean, Logan, or his newest student Theressa ever again. He may not ever live to see the day when mutants and humans coexist peacefully. He could only hope and pray that he had taught and trained his X-men well enough for them to go on and teach others and to face the cold cruel world alone.
"First, we need to find Xavier. Don't we?" Theressa said as she buckled herself in the passenger seat behind Scott. Logan was next to her, Jean was in the co-pilot seat next to Scott who drove the Blackbird. Margaret had volunteered to stay behind and watch the other students. Evidently Cold Fire had left but just to make sure Margaret stayed behind. Colossus, Pyro, Rogue, Syrin and Bobby where the type of kids that could not go home for the holidays like the other children. Thus they had to stay at the school.
"If we do that," Scott began "then Cold Fire or Mystique or both, will more than likely hurt or kill you and Jean with that devise he used earlier. Cold Fire said that if we don't corporate then we could say good-bye to two of our teammates and that is a risk I'm not willing to take. We will find Xavier sooner or later, don't worry. You have my word."
"What if he is hurt or dying or worse? Are we just going to sit around and not do any thing. Who cares if Jean and my lives are in danger? Don't you want to stand up for what is right? Don't you want to go and find Xavier and tell those goons whose boss? Are we going to act like puppets who are being controlled by some evil, insane, Monster?"
"Kid," Wolverine said "Cyke has a plan. We will get Chuck out of whatever cell he is in. You do have a plan don't you?
"Logan, I wish I could tell you I did. We are going to have to act like puppets as Theressa put it. At least until I come up with something. For right now we will have to play it by ear."
When they arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D. it was dark and quiet. It was too quiet for Wolverine. Normally it meant trouble.
"Something's not right." He said. "It is quiet. Too quiet."
"Maybe all the agents are asleep." Scott said.
Jean and Theressa both shock their heads.
"No, I, we, can here their thoughts as well as their words. They are all wide awake." Jean said.
Then Wolverine cut in. "They are expecting us."
"How do you know that?" Scott asked.
"Listen Cyke. I have seen things and heard things that happened before you where born. I think I know when someone is preparing our welcome party. Let me tell you now, It ain't going to be pretty."
Maybe they are. Everyone heard in his or her minds. It was Cold Fire communicating telepathically.
You again? What do you mean? Logan thought as he moved his lips but allowed no sound to escape. Scott did the same.
You called S.H.I.E.L.D didn't you? Now they are expecting a bunch of evil mutants to destroy the place and make their lives more miserable. Theressa said crossing her arms. This whole thing was making her mad!
Wow! Aren't you a smart one? I thought I might spice things up just a little bit more. It looks as if the x-men have met their match.
Wolverine wanted to tear the guy apart wether he was Theressa's father or not. After Cold Fire broke the telepathic link, Wolverine cussed Cold Fire out in his mind. Theressa must have 'heard' his thoughts and felt his anger because she placed her hand on his arm and said.
"It's all right. We will get through this. Don't worry."
Her words made Wolverine smile, which doesn't happen too often. Just moments ago he and Scott where telling her not to worry. Now she was returning the favor.
"So wolverine" Scott said, "How are we going to play this?"
Scott was lowering the Blackbird's ramp and turned in his seat to look at Wolverine who was looking out Jean's window.
"I don't know you tell me. You are in charge here. Besides you always come up with the plans not me."
"No you always assume I am. We work as a team. We just need someone to give orders."
"And that person just so happens to be you. I always assume you are in charge because you always come up with the plans and you are always barking orders at me."
"Well, I just thought since you have been here many times before........."
Cyclops was cut off by the snikt of Wolverine's claws. Wolverine was now standing as he watched Cyclops rise to his feet. Scott's hand went up to his visor.
"Scott!" Jean said as she rose from her seat next to pilot's seat. She saw Theressa stand up next to Logan as well.
"Wolverine we don't have time for this!" Theressa said but Wolverine ignored her.
"Listen, bub. You nor I or any one else on this planet knows where I have and have not been before I was experimented on. So do your self a favor and shut-up."
"Make me!"
Just as Wolverine tried to strick Cyclops, Theressa threw Wolverine up against the wall using her telekinetic powers.
"Scott, Logan, we don't have time for this!" Jean said as she watched Theressa help Wolverine to his feet. Once everyone had calmed down they walked outside.
"Boy I wish we had some light. You can't see a thing in this fog and night time darkness." Scott said.
A flash of lightning startled everyone. With the second flash of lighting you could see a figure of a woman descending to the ground. The figure was headed strait for them. Theressa was behind Logan. The tips of her fingers on her right hand began to glow a bright yellow. If she felt threatened she would fire a couple of lasers at the figure but not enough to kill. The figure landed on the ground with the utmost grace and began to walk toward the four X-men. Theressa was about to fire when she felt a hand on her shoulder. When she looked up she saw Scott.
"Easy, Theressa, it's just Orroro Monroe."
"You know Cyclops I can't remember the last time someone called me by that name." Orroro said as she walked over to Scott and gave him a hug. Jean and Wolverine did the same. Theressa was just totally lost.
"Who?"
"Storm. Her real name is Orroro. She's my best friend." Jean said.
"Now I remember. You and Scott said something about her when y'all visited a couple of weeks ago."
"Storm, how did you know where we were?" Logan asked.
"That would be where I come in." Jean answered. "I contacted storm, with our communicators before we left."
"So that's what I head in the bedroom this evening." Scott said.
Theressa walked over to Storm and asked,
"Where were you?"
"I was on temporary leave from the X-men in Africa. It is so glad to meet you. Jean told me all about you when we spoke earlier. I'm surprised that those communicators can cover that much distance."
"Storm, I hate to interrupt this moment," Wolverine said "but did Jean tell you our situation?"
"As a matter of fact she did."
"Do you have any ideas as how to play this out?"
"Well, would it be better if some of us went to find Xavier while the rest deal with this?"
"I wasn't talking about the whole problem just the whole destroying of the world part."
"No not really."
"Great!"
"Shh. someone's coming." Cyclops said.
Storm took her cue and hushed the thunder and lightning and thickened the fog that had rolled in with her entrance. The fog rose up to their waists. Everyone prayed as they walked on that who ever was coming wouldn't see them or the Blackbird.
"Who's there?" a voice said. It was a guard and he sounded half scared out of his mind. As he turned the corner the fog was so thick that he couldn't see even with his flashlight. Then the man bumped into something and fell to the ground. When he got back up he shown his flashlight on the object in front of him. It was the Blackbird.
"Must be a new model that was shipped in last night." The man said to himself and moved on.
"Storm, cut down the fog would yah. It's choking me." Scott said and Storm complied apologetically.
"Now, lets go in through theses doors." Scott said pointing to the doors right in front of them.
"Cyke, if we do that then they will catch us for sure."
"Well, Mr. I am better than you are because I have claws. Do you have any other ideas?"
"To save and protect the mutant race is my guess. As far as I know there is a special device, a rocket of some sort, at S.H.I.E.L.D. that has enough power to destroy not only the sun but the whole universe as well."
Xavier tried to contact his x-men threw telepathy but nothing happened. It was as if all the voices, thoughts that he heard, had been turned off. Something was blocking his telepathy.
"Don't bother Charles. Mystique made sure that a shield was built into the plastic to stop you from communicating with your beloved X-men. Tell me Charles what was the last thing you remember before you woke up here?"
"I was outside on the veranda reading a book."
It was then Xavier realized he might never see Scott, Jean, Logan, or his newest student Theressa ever again. He may not ever live to see the day when mutants and humans coexist peacefully. He could only hope and pray that he had taught and trained his X-men well enough for them to go on and teach others and to face the cold cruel world alone.
"First, we need to find Xavier. Don't we?" Theressa said as she buckled herself in the passenger seat behind Scott. Logan was next to her, Jean was in the co-pilot seat next to Scott who drove the Blackbird. Margaret had volunteered to stay behind and watch the other students. Evidently Cold Fire had left but just to make sure Margaret stayed behind. Colossus, Pyro, Rogue, Syrin and Bobby where the type of kids that could not go home for the holidays like the other children. Thus they had to stay at the school.
"If we do that," Scott began "then Cold Fire or Mystique or both, will more than likely hurt or kill you and Jean with that devise he used earlier. Cold Fire said that if we don't corporate then we could say good-bye to two of our teammates and that is a risk I'm not willing to take. We will find Xavier sooner or later, don't worry. You have my word."
"What if he is hurt or dying or worse? Are we just going to sit around and not do any thing. Who cares if Jean and my lives are in danger? Don't you want to stand up for what is right? Don't you want to go and find Xavier and tell those goons whose boss? Are we going to act like puppets who are being controlled by some evil, insane, Monster?"
"Kid," Wolverine said "Cyke has a plan. We will get Chuck out of whatever cell he is in. You do have a plan don't you?
"Logan, I wish I could tell you I did. We are going to have to act like puppets as Theressa put it. At least until I come up with something. For right now we will have to play it by ear."
When they arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D. it was dark and quiet. It was too quiet for Wolverine. Normally it meant trouble.
"Something's not right." He said. "It is quiet. Too quiet."
"Maybe all the agents are asleep." Scott said.
Jean and Theressa both shock their heads.
"No, I, we, can here their thoughts as well as their words. They are all wide awake." Jean said.
Then Wolverine cut in. "They are expecting us."
"How do you know that?" Scott asked.
"Listen Cyke. I have seen things and heard things that happened before you where born. I think I know when someone is preparing our welcome party. Let me tell you now, It ain't going to be pretty."
Maybe they are. Everyone heard in his or her minds. It was Cold Fire communicating telepathically.
You again? What do you mean? Logan thought as he moved his lips but allowed no sound to escape. Scott did the same.
You called S.H.I.E.L.D didn't you? Now they are expecting a bunch of evil mutants to destroy the place and make their lives more miserable. Theressa said crossing her arms. This whole thing was making her mad!
Wow! Aren't you a smart one? I thought I might spice things up just a little bit more. It looks as if the x-men have met their match.
Wolverine wanted to tear the guy apart wether he was Theressa's father or not. After Cold Fire broke the telepathic link, Wolverine cussed Cold Fire out in his mind. Theressa must have 'heard' his thoughts and felt his anger because she placed her hand on his arm and said.
"It's all right. We will get through this. Don't worry."
Her words made Wolverine smile, which doesn't happen too often. Just moments ago he and Scott where telling her not to worry. Now she was returning the favor.
"So wolverine" Scott said, "How are we going to play this?"
Scott was lowering the Blackbird's ramp and turned in his seat to look at Wolverine who was looking out Jean's window.
"I don't know you tell me. You are in charge here. Besides you always come up with the plans not me."
"No you always assume I am. We work as a team. We just need someone to give orders."
"And that person just so happens to be you. I always assume you are in charge because you always come up with the plans and you are always barking orders at me."
"Well, I just thought since you have been here many times before........."
Cyclops was cut off by the snikt of Wolverine's claws. Wolverine was now standing as he watched Cyclops rise to his feet. Scott's hand went up to his visor.
"Scott!" Jean said as she rose from her seat next to pilot's seat. She saw Theressa stand up next to Logan as well.
"Wolverine we don't have time for this!" Theressa said but Wolverine ignored her.
"Listen, bub. You nor I or any one else on this planet knows where I have and have not been before I was experimented on. So do your self a favor and shut-up."
"Make me!"
Just as Wolverine tried to strick Cyclops, Theressa threw Wolverine up against the wall using her telekinetic powers.
"Scott, Logan, we don't have time for this!" Jean said as she watched Theressa help Wolverine to his feet. Once everyone had calmed down they walked outside.
"Boy I wish we had some light. You can't see a thing in this fog and night time darkness." Scott said.
A flash of lightning startled everyone. With the second flash of lighting you could see a figure of a woman descending to the ground. The figure was headed strait for them. Theressa was behind Logan. The tips of her fingers on her right hand began to glow a bright yellow. If she felt threatened she would fire a couple of lasers at the figure but not enough to kill. The figure landed on the ground with the utmost grace and began to walk toward the four X-men. Theressa was about to fire when she felt a hand on her shoulder. When she looked up she saw Scott.
"Easy, Theressa, it's just Orroro Monroe."
"You know Cyclops I can't remember the last time someone called me by that name." Orroro said as she walked over to Scott and gave him a hug. Jean and Wolverine did the same. Theressa was just totally lost.
"Who?"
"Storm. Her real name is Orroro. She's my best friend." Jean said.
"Now I remember. You and Scott said something about her when y'all visited a couple of weeks ago."
"Storm, how did you know where we were?" Logan asked.
"That would be where I come in." Jean answered. "I contacted storm, with our communicators before we left."
"So that's what I head in the bedroom this evening." Scott said.
Theressa walked over to Storm and asked,
"Where were you?"
"I was on temporary leave from the X-men in Africa. It is so glad to meet you. Jean told me all about you when we spoke earlier. I'm surprised that those communicators can cover that much distance."
"Storm, I hate to interrupt this moment," Wolverine said "but did Jean tell you our situation?"
"As a matter of fact she did."
"Do you have any ideas as how to play this out?"
"Well, would it be better if some of us went to find Xavier while the rest deal with this?"
"I wasn't talking about the whole problem just the whole destroying of the world part."
"No not really."
"Great!"
"Shh. someone's coming." Cyclops said.
Storm took her cue and hushed the thunder and lightning and thickened the fog that had rolled in with her entrance. The fog rose up to their waists. Everyone prayed as they walked on that who ever was coming wouldn't see them or the Blackbird.
"Who's there?" a voice said. It was a guard and he sounded half scared out of his mind. As he turned the corner the fog was so thick that he couldn't see even with his flashlight. Then the man bumped into something and fell to the ground. When he got back up he shown his flashlight on the object in front of him. It was the Blackbird.
"Must be a new model that was shipped in last night." The man said to himself and moved on.
"Storm, cut down the fog would yah. It's choking me." Scott said and Storm complied apologetically.
"Now, lets go in through theses doors." Scott said pointing to the doors right in front of them.
"Cyke, if we do that then they will catch us for sure."
"Well, Mr. I am better than you are because I have claws. Do you have any other ideas?"