Chapter 13
Jubilee wanted to fight against him. Even though he half dragged her away almost kicking and screaming, he held her close to his sturdy body. It wouldn't yield to her fists that momentarily beat his chest and tried to get him to let go.
"Jubes, don't, you'll hurt yourself more than me," he growled in frustration. She squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears of frustration dripping down her cheeks. Wolverine let go of her mouth, and she went limp in his grasp. She turned around in the arms that restrained her, and held onto him in a crushing hug.
"How are we gonna rescue them, what are we gonna do?" she whispered as Logan held onto her shaking body. She was still trying to deny that she was crying in stress, and yielded to his comforting embrace at last.
"Simple, and hard," Logan said. "Told ya to do what yer told. An it won't be easy and it won't make sense, but it's what has to be done..."
"They've got Gambit, Rogue, and Warren... and Psilocke was one of them all along!" she sniffled. "I was right about her, but the others wouldn't believe me..."
"I believed ya, kid," Wolverine reminded her. "Instincts don't lie. Neither does the nose."
"Do we call the others, do we..."
"C'mon let's follow 'em," he urged, half carrying her as they were talking to save time. As if she were little more than a small doll.
There came the sensation of they being caught up in something, and Wolverine realized he knew that scent from overhead. Someone familiar was piloting the small jet that hovered over. Her eyes were screwed in concentration as Jean Grey telekinetically lifted both of them into the cargo area of the Blackbird. However she must have a partner that was unseen. Then Wolverine smelled Hank McCoy and his question was answered.
"Thanks for the assist, Red," Wolverine grunted as he lowered Jubilee and slid the cargo door shut.
"A most timely extraction well executed," came Hank's voice from the forward part of the cabin. "I trust Logan and Jubilee are unharmed."
"But I thought..." Jubilee trailed off.
"Got your mental shout, Logan, came as soon as we could...?" Jean said as Jubilee went over and hugged her tightly. "It's all right, Jubilee... it's all part of the plan... we won't bring any additional danger..."
"Did you know this all along?" she asked Logan.
"Not till I sensed yer little mental cry Red," Logan said as he sat down in the seat across from where Jean helped Jubilee to sit. The teenager was mentally exhausted, and Jean stood nearby, her hand on Jubilee's shaking shoulder.
"What if they see you..." Jubilee got out.
"No chance of that with the new Shiar cloak," said Jean with a knowing smile.
"Does Scott know..."
"Not yet," Jean said slowly. "But he's not in charge of this mission. I am."
"That's a new one," Logan chuckled incredulously.
"I brought you both your costumes, figured they'd come in handy," Jean said. "And some hot drinks and sandwiches... before we decide what to do next..."
"Yer beautiful Red," Logan commented as he unfastened his seatbelt and walked into the aft compartment. "Yer next kid..."
Objects floated in the air as Jean telekinetically distributed food, and sat down in the chair behind the copilot's seat. "You were really brave, Jubilee. I'm sorry we had to leave you..."
"Hey it's okay, but we gotta save Rogue..."
"Logan clued me in. We will help them, don't you worry. And what better way to fight a telepath than with another," said Jean. "I've got a personal score to settle with Betsy."
There was a gleam in those green eyes that reminded Jubilee of Wolverine when he was angry. It startled her to see it there, because she always figured Jean was such a mother figure, and not capable of violence. Yet there was a streak of righteous indignation present. "And you shall have your chance, Jean," said Hank as he coughed discreetly. "But haste makes waste..."
"What about striking when the iron's hot?" Jean countered as she levitated a thermos of hot coffee and poured four portions. They all landed neatly in the drink holders along with some roast beef and ham sandwiches. Jubilee hungrily attacked hers, the food tasting incredibly good.
"Your turn t' change into the threads," said Wolverine as he was suddenly standing there, and Jubilee yelped in shock.
"Don't do that, jeez!" Jubilee gasped, grabbing her shirtfront. "Giving me a heart attack like that Wolvie!"
"Sorry," he muttered, looking down at the floor as Jean raised an eyebrow. There was a strange chemistry that Jubilee had rarely seen, and something about their familiarity with one another spoke volumes. Just how close friends HAD they been?
"Sorry Red... Jubes," he apologized, voice low. Jubilee gave a strange look to Hank, who shrugged. She slipped into the back room to find her costume and change as Logan and Jean talked about their mission.
"This is the plan, kid," Logan said as she walked out, wearing not her usual shorts and boots, but a blue and yellow bodysuit much like Scott's in design. She pulled on her yellow trenchcoat and sunglasses, the two pieces of her costume that Jean had brought along, and sat down to listen.
"Hank and I will create a diversion," said Jean carefully. "I'll be shielding your minds from Betsy's psi probes while Hank pilots the Blackbird in. You'll be undetectable..."
"And then..." Jubilee asked.
"You'll slag the cameras," Wolverine said. "While I spring the prisoners. If we're lucky, Jean and Hank will be there to back us up if we run into any opposition..."
"No cavalry?" Jubilee asked.
"They can't suspect the X Men are onto their plan," Jean said. "Right Logan?"
"Right, Jeannie," he nodded. "I know ya won't let us down..."
"We're over the location now," Hank said as his claws ran over the controls. "I shall accompany you into the base and position myself as planned. Hopefully my services as a field doctor may not be necessary..."
"We might haveta use ya to carry their butts out," Logan said as he pulled on his Wolverine mask, and slid open the door. Jean positioned herself at the hatch, and placed her hands to her head. Jubilee yelped as Logan grabbed her and leapt out.
Energies blurred and swirled as Jean used the power of her mind to bleed off their velocity. The blackbird in stealth mode hovered and Jubilee held her breath as Logan popped his claws and barked at her to grab onto his shoulders. She gasped as they slid past a tall craggy cliff high in the Catskills in Upstate New York. Not too far from where the Thunderchild was first employed.
Sparks flew out as Wolverine dug his claws in and Jubilee jerked and hugged his neck. He grunted, arresting their descent through the friction of his adamantium claws and Jean's mind slowing them. Jubilee squeezed her eyes shut and clung to Wolverine's neck as he remained there for a moment to catch his breath. He swung out his other hand and dug his claws into the cliff face with a grunt, then did the same with the other hand. Hand over hand he used his claws like pitons, Jubilee struggling not to move any more than she had to.
When at last they came to what was a sheer cliff face, she knew better than to ask him a stupid question when his nostrils flared. "This is where ya get off kid," he grunted. "Climb over my shoulders an then I'll pull myself in..."
"Right," she nodded, pulling herself up with shaking hands and scrambling into the dark surface of a large enclosed space. She rolled over, panting as she realized she had left her stomach way behind. She heard a grunt as Logan flung himself inside, and rolled over next to her.
"Where's Hank?" she asked softly in a whisper she knew he could hear.
"Getting phase 2 ready. He's got a little surprise for 'em while we go scan..."
"How does he know..."
"They don't. Stick close to me, and slag any camera you see... chances are they'll think Hank's new toy is responsible."
"Okay, whatever you say, Wolvie," she nodded, knowing from his curt instructions it was best not to question him.
Moving in the shadows, the two X Men reached the end of a long corridor. The maze of tunnels wound its way into the face of the mountain, rough-hewn and lined with bits of metal here and there. Modern doors with electronic locks were at intervals, and Logan gave a nod towards something with a mere gesture. Jubilee saw lights flickering, and wondered what was happening.
Cupping her hands, she generated a small burst of plasma and sent it hurtling towards the camera with a small grade PAFF. Another sizzling bolt knocked out the center sensor of the door so Wolverine could slash it freely open with his claws. He grabbed the edge of it and pushed hard. Jubilee added her weight however slight to help slide it partway open.
"What's with the lights?" she whispered. "It's like an EM surge..."
"Exactly," Wolverine nodded. "Keep close kiddo..."
She knew he could see in the dimness as easily as she could in broad daylight. She kept close behind the patches of yellow moving, and then saw dim red lights just ahead. Light gleamed dully off of bars that crisscrossed over dark shapes. Someone prone on the floor moaned, and she could swear it sounded like Remy.
"Over there," Wolverine hissed. Jubilee saw a red light out of the center of her eye, and for a moment a whistling sizzle painted the cavern in its spectral hues as the cameras all exploded in a series of rapid paffs.
"Should I get the lock?" she hissed.
"Yeah," Wolverine nodded. "One good one, straight ahead'll do it..."
She sent a blast, which sizzled the lock cleanly through, and Wolverine nudged the door open. She followed and saw a trenchcoated figure laying there, rubbing the back of his neck. "Gambit," she hissed and threw herself into his arms.
"Petit, you come to rescue Gambit?" he chuckled.
"Zip it Cajun... you okay to roll?"
"Gambit always ready... but the collar..."
"Jubes, do your thing... but take it easy... don't blow it up," Wolverine instructed. "Like I showed ya... in training simulation 25B..."
"Right Wolvie," she said as she extended a finger, and a small hissing pop crackled. Gambit reached into his coat and momentarily seized a card, which gleamed and crackled with its potential energy changed to kinetic.
"Where's flyboy?" asked Wolverine.
"Dere," Gambit pointed. "He not know what Miss Brits got planned... he as much in da dark as Remy..."
"Figured," Wolverine said. "So, you game for a little bluff?"
"Always," he nodded.
"Jubilee, you stay here with Gambit," he said. "And then let them capture you..."
"What?" she asked.
"Trust me... you're safer with him. When ya see me next time, you'll know what to do... like we discussed..."
"You're gonna rescue him," Gambit asked as he cut the chains on Warren. Grunting he heaved the Angel onto his back.
"If it were up to me, I'd let him rot in here," Wolverine mumbled. "But it ain't. So make it look good, kiddo... cause in about ten minutes the power's going back on."
"Wolvie be careful..."
"I will. You know what to do... right? Fill the Cajun in..."
"So, Remy's not getting sprung yet, neh?" Gambit asked. Jubilee choked as Wolverine glanced back, and slid into the shadows. An alarm blared seconds later as the lights flickered on, leaving her and Gambit alone in the cell.
"I guess we wait," she whispered as Gambit slid an arm around her trembling shoulders. The door slid open to reveal Pyro and Avalanche.
"Well, lookie here, we got a rat in the maze..." Pyro leered as Jubilee felt the heat of his flames flaring up.
"Thought you could get one over on us, kid?" Avalanche chuckled. "You just blew it..."
"They left you behind and took the flying freakshow," Pyro clicked his tongue as Jubilee aimed a paff at him. He shook it off as Gambit swept out his foot, and Avalanche drew back his fist to punch him down.
Before she could react, flames pushed her backwards. A collar was shoved around Jubilee's neck. She gasped as her powers fizzled and died to nothing. Throwing her back into the cell, they closed the door and relocked it.
"It up to Wolverine now," Gambit whispered as he gathered Jubilee onto his lap and rocked her.
Rogue groaned and tossed her head from side to side. Something entrapped her wrists and legs, confirming her suspicions that she was a captive. Faces blurred into view, and she yanked her wrists sharply forwards to encounter resistance. Around her throat was a snug band, which indicated the reason she could not readily snap the chains that held her to the bed.
"Mystique!" she yelled. "Ah shoulda known! Can't ya leave me alone?"
"My dear girl, you are so hard to track down," Mystique said gently, sitting in a chair by the large bed. Overhead Rogue saw a lacy frilly canopy, and familiar furniture she thought she had left behind. Memories suppressed by the Professor's therapy were drifting to the fore again.
"Save it, lady!" Rogue interrupted. "Ah ain't interested in anything ya got to say, period!"
"All I want to do is to talk to you? Is that a crime, Marie?" asked Mystique as she shifted into the familiar face that had found Rogue so many years ago in the bus station.
"Doncha DARE do this to me! You ain't my momma!" Rogue cried. "Ah told ya ah don't want yer help! Yuh did WAY more than enough for a lifetime! Can't ya leave me alone?"
"No I can't, Marie, knowing that I caused you such pain. I was incorrect last time, but it's only because you've made me mad with grief. I raised you myself when nobody else would take you in… and I know you have every reason to hate me, but can't you give me a chance…"
"Ah gave you enough, Mystique," Rogue yelled back.
"Even if I might have a way to rid you of the spirit of Carol Danvers, the cause of your pain, which is my doing? Can't I be given a chance to make things RIGHT?" asked Mystique.
"You've got a nasty way o' showing your worried, lady!" Rogue closed her eyes and turned her head away. "Chaining me to a bed… you don't treat ANIMALS that way…"
"Don't you remember that I only did this when you had your fits of rage? How I'd sit with you those long nights and talk to you… promise you I would make it all okay Marie?" Mystique said. Rogue's eyes burned with angry tears as the memories continued to flood back.
"Don't touch me!" Rogue cried.
"The inhibitor collar negates your mutant power. Allows you to touch without absorbing the psyche and powers of people near you… I invented it…"
"With the help of Forge, no doubt!"
"Yes… a fellow mutant. And it's a fellow mutant that will help you be rid of Carol forever…"
"There ain't NO way to do that! Professor X tried! You know that!"
"I know a mutant who CAN do what we both desire. Her name is Psilocke…"
"You're lying! She can't do it!"
"Oh yes I can," said Betsy Braddock as she strode into view.
"Traitor!" Rogue yelled.
"I only wanted to help you, Rogue…"
"By betraying us? WHY?" Rogue demanded. "We trusted ya…"
"Mystique and I are helping one another."
"What did she promise ya?"
"To help my brother regain his sanity…"
"Captain Britain's not insane!" Rogue protested, shaking her head.
"Not Brian, but Jamie," said Betsy softly. "My brother who was driven insane by those that wanted to show him the errors of using his wealth for selfish means instead of helping his fellow mutants. For that Doctor Crocodile drove him mad. I managed to rescue him, with help from Warren…"
"Ah don't get it! Yuh coulda asked for our help!"
"Professor X was not willing," said Betsy. "And it was not his affair. Jamie was beyond his aid, he said. Moira Mactaggart has labored to help him, but she is no closer. I love both my brothers and I'd do ANYTHING to help them. Mystique loves you and…"
"Shut up, it's not your business!" Rogue yelled.
"This is for your own good. As long as you possess the psyche of Carol Danvers you will be insane. But I can help…"
"HOW? Without killing her spirit?" Rogue demanded. "And what makes YOU able when the professor…"
"He misunderstands the nature of your problem. I trained with very powerful psychics in a place called Otherworld. The Professor doesn't know of it. That is where my brother and I learned the true nature of our mutant abilities… the mystical armor he bears is from that world, and the abilities of my mind are products of the training of the RCX…"
"Yuh mean that Black Air?"
"The RCX employed me before. Who do you think I was stealing for?" Betsy asked.
"You left all that behind when you joined… yuh said so!" Rogue protested.
"Not so. I needed training in combat skills to hone my fighting abilities. But I was already a psychic of no mean ability when I first learned I could use my telekinetics offensively. Before that I learned to peel back the layers of the human mind with my psychic dagger. To help my fellow mutants. These techniques from Otherworld can rid you of Carol's memories forever…"
"Maybe ah don't WANT yer help!" Rogue protested. "You'd murder her!"
"Not so. Carol possesses her soul. You only hold the traces of her psyche that echo her memory. When you visited her last time, you transferred her soul back into her body. She is alive… somehow in that instant you gave her back what you took. Now you only retain her memories…"
"Ah don't believe ya! If that was so, how do I know?"
"Look into your mind and see if you sense her imprisoned there?"
"Jean helped me put her away… it was the only way to shut her up!" said Rogue. "An ya betrayed us! By making HER kidnap us, and turn Scott against Wolvie!"
"A necessary evil, because you would have never considered…"
"Yuh coulda ASKED me," Rogue snapped. "But yer a thief! Once a thief always…"
"Does that apply to Gambit?" Betsy asked sadly.
"That ain't yer business!" Rogue yelled.
"Gambit was not so quick to change his ways…"
"He's different than you. He changed. Gambit never WANTED to be a thief…"
"Oh, and I did? I used my skills as a ninja to help my brother's cause… like Robin Hood…"
"That still don't make it right to do what you did! Ah'd rather go nuts than have yuh poke in my head and destroy Carol's soul!"
"A shame," Betsy said sadly. "But since I made a deal with Mystique I aim to collect. Perhaps you'll see in time that this was for the best…"
"You see Marie, I have no choice. A mother would lie, cheat and steal to protect her daughter…" said Mystique as she shifted back to her own shape. "In time I think you'll thank me…"
"How, by threatening to kill Gambit?"
"He is unharmed," said Mystique as she pointed to a video screen. "But unfortunately the child Jubilee saw fit to interfere and try to rescue him. But I will release them when Betsy has finished her treatment…"
"Ya cain't trust her, Betsy! Please, ya gotta…" Rogue trailed off.
Betsy Braddock clenched her fist, holding her hand beside her head. A butterfly pattern formed before her eyes, the psychic trace of her signature. At the tips of her knuckles formed a thin blade of power, crackling with telekinetic might. "Hold still Rogue. This may hurt, but you'll soon see it is worth it… and then I shall release your friends in good faith…"
"No… don't do it!" Rogue cried, tearing desperately at the chains that bound her.
"Avalanche, bring Gambit and the child up here. Perhaps seeing we mean what we say will convince her we only mean the best…" said Mystique. Avalanche nodded as he motioned to Pyro.
"But Misty…"
"Will have to be disappointed. A deal is a deal, after all," Mystique said. "I promised they wouldn't be harmed…"
Rogue yelled and cursed as she wrenched against the bonds to no avail. Within minutes she saw Gambit being marched in with a flaming arrow poised at his back, while he carried Jubilee.
"Cherie!" Gambit yelled as he moved towards her.
"Remy…" Rogue cried. "What have then done to the kid?"
"She just knocked out," Gambit said before Pyro encased him in a ring of flame.
"Stay RIGHT there, for the sake of your girlfriend…" Pyro hissed.
"What you doin' listening to dem, Betsy?" Gambit asked. He still carried Jubilee in his arms. She moaned softly, holding her head that was in pain.
"Helping Rogue where the Professor could not, Gambit," she said simply.
"You know he couldn't do nothing," said Gambit. "Why you doing dis?"
"For a family matter…" Betsy said. "You should understand, Remy LeBeau, of all people what a brother's love means…"
"My brother ain't nothing but trouble, and you know dat," Remy returned. "You don't know Gambit's past to say anyt'ing on dis matter! Da t'ieves were liars, and dey are all in da past. Made a clean break. I'm no longer 'tief. Not like you."
"Maybe so, but you have little regard for your family, having abandoned them when they most needed you. You know nothing of true loyalty…" Betsy said slowly. "I only want what is best…"
"Dis ain't da way, belle. Don't do dis… Rogue an da X-men will hate you forever."
"Shut him UP!" Misty interrupted as she materialized in the room.
Remy…" Rogue got out as he was shoved into a chair and Jubilee was torn from his grasp. She was placed gently in a chair and cuffed into place next to Remy.
"Let her go!" Remy yelled as he struggled.
"Shut up, thief," said Avalanche.
"Get off you jerks!" Jubilee yelled as she came around and struggled. Misty raised her hand, her eyes gleaming.
"No, you are NOT to harm them…" Mystique protested. "Pyro, tell your daughter to stay her hand, or she's OUT."
"Misty, behave," Pyro cautioned, shaking his finger. "Mystique is in charge."
"I want my revenge," Misty hissed.
"Pyro, Avalanche, gag them both. For the sake of being polite and quiet…" she said. "I don't want anything to interrupt this…"
Gambit struggled, knowing he wanted to do something, but knew the time was not yet right. However if Misty harmed Jubilee, or if Rogue was hurt he'd do it regardless. He waited in agony as he saw Rogue whimpering and shaking against the bonds, the purple energies of Betsy's sum total of focussed telekenetics crackling near Rogue's skull.
"That's far enough, lady!" said a voice as Betsy readied her hand to plunge the dagger into her mind.
"Who dares?" Mystique hissed as she turned. Betsy did the same, and suddenly was wrapped in the grip of another power.
A blue furred ball slammed into Avalanche, knocking him flat. Simultaneously, Gambit threw off his chains and charged them, hurling them at Pyro and Misty. He grabbed Jubilee's collar and charged the lock, letting the pieces fall. She brought up her hands just in time to fend off the mist that swirled around them both.
Mystique grunted as she shifted into the form of Sabretooth. A yellow and black streak cannoned into her, knocking her flat with a roar.
Wolverine snarled, spitting as he rolled over and over with the shapeshifted. She morphed into the shape of Strong Guy, and hammered him back with a fist. Gambit tossed cards towards Pyro, disrupting his flame constructs as Jubilee hurled blasts of plasma to break up the mist that threatened to form. Surrounding herself with a continuous barrage, she forced Misty back.
Rogue strained against her bonds, but Betsy Braddock turned her gaze towards Rogue. Something flew at her from the table, slamming against her head. She plunged into unconsciousness. However Betsy felt herself thrown against the wall with an invisible force.
"Leave her ALONE!" Jean Grey said firmly, striding out of the darkness with her hand held to her head.
"You fight me, that's a joke," Betsy laughed. She forced back with her own TK against Jean's field, and Jean gasped as her power was momentarily diverted. A quick blast of psychic power lashed out and Jean countered it with her own TK bubble. Objects began to levitate and hiss towards Betsy, who dodged them easily. Her psychic dagger lashed out, and Jean pummeled her with object after object.
Mystique pushed against Wolverine, struggling to fight him back with her quick transformations. It was useless to try and catch him off guard. She barked something to Misty, who turned from her fighting of Jubilee. Beast grabbed Avalanche and threw him into Pyro, knocking him off balance so Gambit could rush to Rogue's side. He started cutting the chains that bound her, and struggled with the collar inhibiting her abilities.
Mystique morphed into Sabretooth again, and Jubilee yelped as he stood over her, pouncing. Wolverine spun around, and started to hack and cough at the mist surrounding him. It was acrid, and nasty, burning his lungs. Wildly he slashed, snarling as he struggled against her. "Jubes, it ain't him… ya gotta remember! Don't let her rattle yer cage!" he yelled.
Gambit turned, seeing Jubilee backing away from the wild slashes. He charged a card, meaning to hurl it at the duo. However Avalanche had untangled himself from Pyro and held up his hand to shatter the furniture, which pelted Gambit. Rogue groaned as she rolled on the floor. Gambit lost his footing, buried under the crumbling ruins of the ceiling overhead.
Jean turned her TK power towards him, hoping to shield Gambit and Rogue from the falling debris. Betsy leapt on her, psychic dagger hissing close to Jean Grey. She stumbled back, rolling over in a move Logan had taught her. A fist flashed out, and Betsy grunted in surprise as Jean Grey fought back hand to hand.
"You're not the only one who can fight hand to hand," Jean smirked. Green eyes grew wild with the fight, and Jean levitated herself out of the way of Betsy's punches and kicks.
"Wolvie!" Jubilee yelled. She saw Logan wildly slashing, coughing. Mystique morphed into something else, and Jubilee paffed her hard. Wolverine had thrown a silver object and she caught it, rolling over after the wild debris flying about the room from the fight.
"You can't stop me, old man…" laughed Misty.
"Do me a favor an SHUT up!" Jubilee yelled. She held her breath as she opened the can of ether, and threw it towards Misty. It was her turn to cough, disoriented at the gas. Jubilee didn't dare paff her, for fear of blowing up the vapor. Instead she saw the girl precipitate out of the mist. Lungs bursting, Jubilee punched her in the jaw.
Misty crumpled to the floor, stunned. Jubilee rushed over to Logan, holding her hand over her mouth and turning to protect her fallen partner as Mystique recovered.
Beast seized Avalanche and spun him on his hind legs, sitting on his back to do so. He whirled him back into Pyro who had just recovered. Gambit moaned, shaking his head as he shook free of the debris. Grabbing Rogue in his arms, he hurled a card in the tangle of arms and legs. Avalanche and Pyro were knocked unconscious.
Jean felt Betsy's dagger inches from her face. Both women forced against each other's TK, when the flying objects failed to harm Betsy. Gritting her teeth, she held Betsy's wrist. Something pushed at her mind, the purple signature of Betsy's butterfly power reaching out. Jean brought up her knee, and slammed Betsy in the gut. She gasped, dropping to the floor senseless.
"Sorry," Jean muttered, stepping over Betsy's body and rushing to where Jubilee was protecting Wolverine.
"Jean, he's out cold," she muttered.
"It's all right… he's alive… just stunned from the gas Misty created," Jean reassured her.
"Might I suggest we leave with all haste?" Hank asked as he walked over and gathered Wolverine over his shoulders. Gambit carried the unconscious Rogue.
"Where's flyboy? And what about HER?" asked Jubilee, pointing to Betsy.
"Leave her," Jean said. "We'll have to deal with her later…"
"But she's an X man…"
"Not once the Professor hears about this," said Jean. "Getting everyone safe is our main priority… Warren's bringing the jet around…"
"But we can't just leave her, can we?" asked Hank.
"Why not?" Jean said wearily. "She's in no immediate danger. We can't take the chance that she might turn on us… Scott will send a team to pick her up later…"
"But…" Jubilee trailed off. "We're just going to leave her and the Brotherhood alone?"
"For now," Jean said. "Quickly… this way…"
