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Umm, I was going to say something at the beginning of this, but can't remember what it was. Poo…

Oh yeah! Thanks to the three people who already reviewed this! Thanks with all my heart! I would give you the x-men but I don't own them! (*Note disclaimer* :)

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Mystique slammed the door in her rage as she stormed through towards the phone in the front entryway. Her mind was boiling, seething, and her face showed it. She snatched up the receiver and angrily punched in a number. The phone rang for a moment and was quickly picked up on the other end.

"…Hello?"

"Johnston?"

"Yes…who…"

"It's Raven," she paused for a moment, gathering and concentrating her anger.

"…"

The other line went silent as well. Mystique smiled as she heard a sharp intake of breath.

"May I be safe in guessing that you already know why I've called?" she spat.

"Uh, well you see… about that…"

"Where was it!" she half screamed into the phone, "you said it would be on that truck!"

"Uh…well, the thing is…" the man sputtered.

"Answer me!"

"They changed it, the shipping date. They must have done it overnight. I…I was positive it was being moved last night but they changed it…" he trailed off.

"What?" Mystique asked in harsh disbelief, "Why would they…" But she stopped in the midst of her musing. "You fool!" she yelled, grating her teeth in all out rage, "they changed it because of you! Idiot! They must have overheard you talking!"

"That…that's impossible!" the man stuttered, "They couldn't have! I called you from home!"

"The line must have been tapped you delinquent!" she hissed.

"But, but…"

"It doesn't matter now," She cut him off abruptly, "Where is it headed now? What is the new truck's route?"

There was a shuffling as of many papers, "Uh, it'll be there tomorrow morning. It's on its way to Bayville, downtown Bayville. To the new research facility there…"

Mystique didn't give him time to finish. She slammed the receiver down and hurried to the door, slamming it behind her as well.

Kurt sighed and unclipped the night vision goggles from his head, dropping them wearily down on his bed, and then flopped down himself. A glance at the clock on the bed stand told him it was one in the morning. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. He was tired, but he knew he couldn't sleep yet. His mother would come for him any moment and they would be off again. He scowled in the dark. Stupid truck men, he thought. Why wasn't the box there? He'd searched the length of the truck but to no avail. A small knot of panic formed in his stomach. What if it had been there and he hadn't seen it? No, no, he reassured himself, if it had been there he would have found it, after all, that's what the goggles were for. He laughed silently at the memory of the fat man he'd toppled to the ground. Even without the goggles on his night vision was good enough to see the dazed look on the man's face as he'd fallen to the asphalt.

"Kurt!" He jumped as his mother called from below as the door slammed once again.

He ran a hand through his hair and was on his feet again. Immediately he teleported to the front entrance and joined his mother in the long black limo awaiting them there. With a soft crunching of gravel the car pulled out of the driveway and down the deserted road; headed on its way to New York.

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Ha, ha, that's all! I know I'm evil, but I want to keep the individual chapters short and the story going. But I'll make it up. I promise! I'll probably post more later today, and maybe more after that! (Depends how much time I get to write…)

I'm not *entirely* sure where it's going at this point, but I have a pretty good idea. Review! Review!