The X Factor

"What is it?" demanded Scott.

"I'll explain later," came Rogue's soft reply, something was off. Scott could tell from the sound of her voice. "Just get someone over to the address, while we know there's someone there."

Scott sighed clearing uncomfortable with not having all the facts. "Okay," he said finally, "Where is it?"

"Penthouse 2, Foggle towers." Rogue supplied.

"I'll go," Betsy said standing, she was moving towards the door before anyone could say anything.

"Be careful," Scott said. Psylocke turned her head to smile at him, her dark almond shaped eyes twinkling. It was the smile of a predator.

"Always."

000

Rogue picked up Forge's device, the files she needed copied to it, and headed for the door. Voices on the other side caused her to freeze.

"Mary can you please bring up my schedule for the next few days," a male voice requested, followed by the sound of footsteps heading towards the office doors.

"Certainly Mister Trask," a female voice responded, "Oh sir?" the footsteps stopped, "An Agent White called earlier."

"Ah Ames," Trask mused turning the handle of his office door, it swung open as figure disappeared out the window. William Trask turned from his secretary to look in his office, frowning slightly when he saw the open window. "Cleaners," he muttered taking in a quick sweep of the ledge.

Around the corner pressed up against the only bit of covered area on the ledge, Rogue wait until she heard Trask footsteps moved away from the window. Sighing she looked around, before lurching herself into the air and flying straight up for the cover of the clouds.

000

Her booted feet moved with a Ninja's silence across the roof of the apartment building. It had taken some sneaking and climbing to get up there, but it was nothing that she couldn't handle. With practiced easy she popped the skylight open and slide inside landing graceful without a sound on the carpeted floor. Her head turned, taking every surface of the room, before she slide into the next moving much like a shadow would.

The room appeared to be a computer den, a row of monitors along one wall with a computer sitting against another. An advanced set up, Psylocke thought, as she crossed the empty room. The computer was on, the monitor screen showed a number of different hacks running. A camera was set up next to it. Frowning she turned round to at look the other monitors. The first showed a camera shot of a man face, the one next to it showed the well-known streaming freedom banners, and the final the finished product.

'Eyes only' she mouthed, and then frowned. What would Eyes Only want from Trask Industries?

"Don't move!" A voice behind her ordered. She did the complete opposite she turned to face him. He was relatively young, late twenties early thirties. Blond hair mused and falling towards his glasses. A couple of days worth of stubble covered his chin. A smile tugged her lips.

"Hello there," she purred at him, raising her hands to show she was unarmed, which of course meant nothing. The gun in his hand didn't waver.

"How did you get in here?"

"Skylight," was her simple reply.

"I really need to do something about that," The man mused for a moment before turning his attention back on her. "What are you doing here?"

'I was taking the building tour," she said, "I got lost."

"What are you after?" he tried again.

"Proof that Elvis is still alive," she said, "By the way, I love your show."

His gaze flickered towards his computer before resting back on her. "What's the next hack hmmm," she continued, "Body snatcher have taken over the white house...wait a minute that was a movie wasn't it?"

"Your English," he realised

"No I just talk this way for fun," She shot back, "Love to stay and chat, but I really must be going."

He tightened his hold on his gun, bringing her to a stop before she even moved.

"Do you have a name, or should I just call you Mister Only?" she questioned suddenly.

"Logan," he told her stiffly, but she could she the beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of the lips. "And you are?"

"Psylocke," she replied, "So, Eyes Only been busy? Break into any big, International cooperation buildings?"

She saw a slight flicker in his movement, her blue eyes shot to the computer then back to her. "Really?" she purred, "What did they do to have Eyes Only go after them?"

"Violated numerous number of humans rights," Logan said strongly, "Not to mention facilitated murder."

"Wow," she muttered acting surprised, "Well I wish you luck, however I...."

Just then the front door opened, and I blond woman walked in a takeaway bag in her hand, she turned to close the door behind her. "Logan?" She called, "I brought Italian, I hope that's ok. Since were gonna be up working, I thought..." her words were cut off, as the moment she walked in the door Psylocke exploded into action.

Her foot hocked the computer chair kicking it towards Logan, he fall to the ground with a thud in amongst a whirl of motors. She leapt over his tangled figure, kicking the gun from his grasp. Before lurching herself across the way and into a flying round house, that caught the blonde haired woman on the side of the head. She stepped out the door, turning to give a cheery little wave goodbye to Logan before closing it after her.

000

Max pulled on out the front of Logan apartment building, padlocking her pushbike up out the front. It had been awhile since she'd been by to visit him just on the spare of the moment discission. Times like that were over now, and had been ever since she'd escaped, and they'd found out about the virus. He'd paged her before a work, telling her that there was something important he needed to tell her, and she had figured that it must have had something to do with the files she... and Alec... had stolen.

Moving towards the entrance, her shoulder collided with a tall black haired woman coming out. "Sorry," an English accent said, before the woman disappeared down the street.

Max opened the door the Logan apartment, freezing when she saw Asha's unconscious body on the ground. "Max," she heard behind her, spinning around she automatically dropped into fighting stance, relax when she realised it was Logan. She frowned slightly when she noticed his banged up condition. He gestured the Asha, "Give me a hand with her."

Giving him a hand, basically meant for her to carry the blonde over to Logan's couch. "What happened?" she asked.

"I had a brake in," Logan said, as he knelt by the S1W member.

"Was anything taken? Do you know what they were after? Who was it?" the mass of questions pounded him.

"Um In order, No nothing was taken, I have no idea what they were after, and it was a woman. She was Asian, with an English accent."

"English?" Max question. Her memory flashed back to the front of the building, the dark hair woman that banged into her.

"Max," Logan said, "She saw the Eyes Only equipment."

TBC....

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