Thirty Second Hustle, a x-men fanfic

AN: Other than the sheer convenience of Domino's inclusion in Bridge's little raiding party, any ideas why she's there?

Ring.

"What?"

"Dom?"

Click.

Ringringringringringringringring

"Enough already. I don't want to know how you got this number, Bridge – thanks for nothing Hammer. And I'm throwing the thing overboard this time."

"Dom, wait. Give me two minutes."

"You have thirty seconds. And that better include why I shouldn't track you down and shoot your ass for calling me on what was a perfectly perfect day in the South Pacific."

"Cable. And if you really want to finagle your way aboard a S.H.E.I.L.D. helo-carrier for my ass you've been alone a lot longer than I thought."

"Heh. Cute. And no."

"No?"

"No."

"But – "

"No."

"Have you seen the news?"

"Did you not pick up that I'm on a boat in the middle of an ocean? And you're interrupting my afternoon massage. Have I seen Nate's latest masochistic attempt to save humanity? Nope. Do I care that he seems bent on saving the world again – only with whole world watching this time? Not really."

"Don't you mean messiah-istic?"

"Same difference. And your thirty seconds is up."

"Dom, wait." Sigh. "Nobody really knows what he's up to. That makes the powers that be a little nervous. And when they get nervous, they start looking for contingency plans."

"Why G.W., you say the sweetest things."

"You're good Domino – one of the best. You know how Cable thinks – "

"Ha."

" – and you came this close to taking him down once before."

"I was possessed at the time."

"Doesn't negate the accomplishment. Your skills, your abilities, your touch – not the demon's."

"… Assassin gigs aren't really my style anymore Bridge."

"And that's not what I'm asking for. I need your brain and experience."

"You may not be asking."

"Woman… Would it help if he was the reason you were pink for two days?"

"No, but I knew the son of a bitch had to be involved somehow."

"Jesus. Look, Dom, straight shit? I need your help. We don't know what he's up to. And my only options are Nick's way – "

"Does he not remember the rumble that was Hell's Kitchen?"

"You'd think. Then I've got Cyclops and the X-men telling me it's a family affair."

"Well, fuck me now then."

"Exactly. Family reunions tend to get a little explosive around anyone wearing and X. Which leaves just little ol' me, trying to get to his saviorness before anyone else who'd rather shoot first and fuck any questions at all. You wouldn't be an official agent, more like an outside expert."

"On Nathan Dayspring Askani'son Summers? Now I'm more depressed."

"Just a scouting mission, Dom. I swear."

"I was really looking forward to that massage G.W."

"Thanks."

"Crap."