Chapter Four- Telepathic Nose
Xavier looked out his window pensively. This entire situation was getting out of hand. They needed Mortimer at the mansion, now. He began to send out a telepathic message.
"Storm, Kurt, Rogue and Wolverine, please report to the War Room." He sighed, resting his head in the palm of his hand. Once they had him here, Toad would escape again. And once he escaped again- they would be faced with this whole problem once more. And dealing with this whole problem a second time might just put a strain on his insanity.
Logan stomped in, followed by the rest of the group. "What is it, Chuck?" Charles smiled. The gruff mutant seemed to have a lifting affect on his mood, even if he didn't mean to.
"I have, once again, locked coordinates on Toad. You are to retrieve him as soon as possible, and..." he looked at Logan with light dancing in his eyes. "I want him alive."
Rogues heart seemed to freeze. They were going after...him? Mortimer? This would be her first ever mission- and against a highly skilled mutant terrorist. Not a good action plan. She sighed, running her hands through her hair as she accompanied the rest of the X-Men down to the arsenal.
Storm's hand flashed to the dart gun, Wolverine stood there looking bored, Kurt picked up an automatic crossbow (Which he was told to put back down before he killed someone), and Rogue selected a gas-gun.
She was definitely not ready for this.
Ah, yes, it was short, and forced....and definitely NOT top-notch work...but I wanted you people to know that I'm still alive an' breathin' over here. Just got a bad case of Writers Block.
Zombose: Don't blame me.
Me: Why the hell not?
Zombose: Blame...the...er...PLAY! Blame the play.
Me: rubs temples
