Author's Note: legolasfreak2 - It all has to do with the Phoenix.
Chica De Los Ojos Cafe - Maybe, lol.
Silent Doom - We're just assuming they've done so. I mean, it's really no point in repeating everything all over again since anyone that would bother reading this story must know about the second movie or they're just wasting their time. Thank you for the review :)
Frodo Fan125 - Er . . . that was random.
moorooster09 - lol, that's the joy of reading or watching things though. I must agree with you, Hugh Jackman makes the perfect anything, Wolverine included. :)
Chapter Ten
When Jones had heard Logan's snores, he blinked, and the channel changed to some music videos. It wasn't his kind of music, so he blinked again and Woody the Woodpecker was on. Too kiddish. He blinked again and the Oscars were on. He watched as Halle Berry took her Oscar for some role she played in her new movie. He blinked again and Jerry Springer was on. He stayed blinking, looking over at Logan occasionally when Logan muttered something.
Finally, a few minutes before ten, Jones found a news station. The only problem now was getting Logan up. Jones remembered all too well when Rogue had once tried to wake him and she ended up getting a stab to the chest. A few minutes and the news would be on. Jones got a little closer to Logan. He hurried and tapped him hard on the shoulder three times and then got up and ran back to the end of the couch. He had done the trick; Logan opened his eyes with a 'What?' and jumped up. Jones tried to flatten himself against the couch. Logan looked around and saw where he was.
'The news, remember?' Jones squeaked.
'Oh, yeah. Thanks fer wakin' me, kid,' Logan said as he sat back down.
'No problem,' Jones said, relaxing.
Matt Steward was on again. There were huge spotlights on the scene. Logan's mouth fell open as he saw it for the second time.
'I've been warned not to touch anything, but, if you look over there, it appears to be a tank. Over here, this huge controller thing was found at the bottom. These highly trained professionals are now picking through everything at the bottom and are taking samples of the environment. If I could get one of them to come up to the mic for a second . . .' Steward said as he walked up to one of the scientists.
'Yes, sir. Would you mind showing us some of the things you've found here at the bottom?' Steward asked as he held the mic up to the scientist's face.
'Well, as you can see here in my hands, we've found needles, syringes, scalpels, and tubes. We also found a large amount of gas masks that are broken or are in good shape everywhere.'
'Thank you very much, sir. Now, I'll remind all our viewers tonight that about 100 feet from here, what is now believed to be the Alkali Lake Complex once stood. All of these things are believed to have come down when the dam collapsed and all the water came to rest here. Scientists are still boggled by this and have yet to find an explanation for it. We'll be here all week. Now onto Berry White with the weather.'
'Was that all you wanted to see?' Jones asked.
Logan didn't appear to hear him. He was still staring at the screen as Berry said that New York would be in for a cool night.
'Um . . . Mr. Logan?' Jones tried again as he tapped Logan on the arm.
Logan shook his head slightly. 'What? Oh, yeah, that's all I wanted. Thanks kiddo.'
Logan got up and ruffled Jones's hair as he went back up to his room.
Charles was already in bed. He was sitting up, not paying attention to the television as it blared on. A thought moving up the stairs went through his mind. He let it reach the surface of his mind and knew that Logan had just watched the same thing. Charles sighed as he turned the television off. He pulled the covers up and tried to go through the procedures he always did to shut off his mind so he could get some rest. After a few minutes he could feel that it wasn't working tonight. It wouldn't work just like it hadn't almost every night these days. Seeing that he had just too much to think about, a heavy sighed escaped him again. He reached over to his night stand and got his book, finding where he had left off in it.
John was asleep in his bed. There was a knock on his door, but he didn't hear it amongst his loud snores. The knocks continued two more times until the door opened. Mystique appeared. She shook him roughly and he came out of his dreams.
'Wha now?' he grumbled.
'We're going. Get dressed.'
'It's almost midnight!' John complained as he looked at his watch and sat up.
'Exactly,' Mystique said as she walked out the door.
John muttered some curses under his breath while he got dressed. He stepped out of his room five minutes later and walked down the hallway. He came out into Magneto's office. It only had a metal desk and various chairs (all metal), but it was enough. Magneto himself was sitting behind his desk. Mystique had already taken a seat in one of the chairs. John sat down in the other. He sat there looking at Magneto, but Magneto was scribbling something down on a piece of paper. It appeared he was in no hurry to talk about his plans.
'So, why wake us up in the middle of the night for?' John asked.
'I am about to set my plans in action,' Magneto said, not looking up from his writing.
'Which are?' John asked.
'Patience is a virtue,' Magneto said.
Something I don't have, John thought.
Magneto finally stopped writing and looked up from his paper.
'We may or may not be going to Canada,' he explained.
'Canada? We were just there like six months ago! What's so important over there to go back?'
'I have my connections and there seems to be a powerful mutant close to where we were in Canada. Our alliances are thin, so I'm seeking out all the candidates I can find. Sabretooth failed to kill the animal Wolverine, even though he had help from Mystique and the police. I've sent him to Canada to be sure of the mutant and see if it can be persuaded to our side. We'll bind our time and then strike the X-Men when they least expect it. I want you and Mystique to take a stroll by the Mansion and take in as much as you can. Charles has to expect something of me, no doubt, therefore doubling his security,' Magneto finished.
'At midnight?' John asked.
'Yes, I expect you two to leave in a few minutes. Here are two Palm Pilots. They have digital cameras built into them. Take as many pictures as you can,' Magneto said, handing them identical black Palm Pilots.
'But, what's she gonna look-' John started, but stopped when he looked in Mystique's direction. She had transformed into a girl the same age as John.
'Never mind then,' John said as he put the Palm Pilot in his pocket, openly gaping at her.
'Now, you will take a taxi as far as you can without causing suspicion. Should anyone ask, you're just a couple taking a nighttime stroll,' Magneto said.
'All right!' John said before he could stop himself.
'Don't you even get any ideas,' Mystique said dangerously as she got up.
John hurried after her.
Soon, they were off on the streets. Mystique had no problem flagging down a taxi. She told the man to take them to a bar in Westchester that was called Banana Joe's that wasn't too far from the Mansion. They got there about thirty minutes later. They waited until the cab left before starting to walk down the road.
'What's your name suppose to be anyway?' John asked as the bar was getting farther and farther behind him.
'Misty,' Mystique said in her now more girly voice.
'How original,' John said under his breath.
'You bet!' Misty said, taking the opportunity to trod on John's foot.
'Ow!' John said as he walked a little farther away from her.
After another thirty minutes and they could see the top of the Mansion coming into view. They had met no one on the road.
'So, what happens if someone recognizes me?' John asked.
'Run like hell,' Misty simply said as if that was obvious.
They were then in front of the Mansion. The gate was closed, but that was to be expected. There had been new shrubby and plants planted since the last time John had been there. They began taking pictures here and there, trying to spot any cameras.
'Wanna get closer?' John asked after they had taken a few pictures.
'Without getting caught,' Mystique said as John started looking for something.
'Ah! Here it is,' he said as he found a hole between the shrubby that wasn't visible until he had found it. 'We used to sneak out and back in this way all the time.'
He wasn't facing Mystique, so she had time to mask her surprise. She had underestimated him. He let her crawl through before he did the same.
They were now on the front lawn.
'From what I remember, I could tell you where all the traps were that set off the alarms,' John said.
'Really?' Mystique asked.
'Yeah. I stole some blueprint of the grounds once when I wanted to sneak out. From where I'm standing, three steps to the right'll set off an alarm. The only way to go is forward five steps and then turn left and walk all the way to that shrub,' John said, taking the steps and stopping by the shrubs, taking pictures as he went.
'You never told us you knew all this,' Mystique said.
'You never asked,' John said as he continued to walk all the way to the concrete drive way.
'This is the only way I know to get in. I usually just slip into the door if it's unlocked, or someone opens the door for me. It doesn't look like they've found out about my route, but we're screwed if they have.'
He then stepped on the drive way and there was silence. Then a distant beeping noise could be heard, and it was getting louder.
'Uh-oh,' John said as he jumped back to the grass and crouched down.
'Fool!' Mystique hissed as John frantically crawled back to where she was, setting off more alarms as he stepped on them in his hurry.
'Sorry,' he muttered as Mystique was already scrambling back through the hole.
