A/N: I know I know evil author, for not updating in ages. I don't even really have a good excuse for why I haven't updated it just, I think my muse went on holiday with the sunny weather. I hope this makes up for the wait, it might be a bit before my next update I just start a new job and an focussing a lot of my attention on that, but we'll see if I can fit some time in for writing. Anyway, here's the next chapter I hope you enjoy it and please review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of X-Men or Dark Angel, please don't sue me.

The X factor.

"She's British secret service!"

"Huh?" Max uttered, frowning slightly at the sudden exclamation, even though the person on the other end couldn't see.

"The woman…the one that broke in to my apartment," Logan explained, " I did some searches for her, I managed to come up with some information about her. Her name is Elizabeth Braddock, she's been link with a number of possible terrorist attacks, with links to something called the X teams."

"You think maybe Trask hired her as a freelancer to track you down?" Max questioned her hand tightening unconsciously around the mobile suddenly feeling worried.

"Could be," Logan said, and Max could almost hear him playing with his glasses.

"What about these x-teams you mentioned," Max asked

"Couldn't find anything, that was when my sources dried up," Logan sighed, "It was like some one cleaned it out."

"So nothing?"

"Yep… nada,"

#SC#

It was a bleak day, heavy clouds hung over head, promising rain later. Rogue walked though the back alleys of post-pulse Seattle. With a stride that was brisk and determined, as she tried not too attract any unwanted attention. It was a dangerous thing to walk the back streets unprotected, and those that dared moved through them as fast as they could. Yet unlike the other people that scurried the streets, Rogue feared neither the roaming gangs nor the would-be thieves, no that was the least thing on her mind. No her problem was that she was bored. Bored of sitting in the team suite, bore of playing the waiting game. Anyone that knew Rogue would know that patience was not one of her strong suits. So unable to think of anything else she had decided to go for a walk.

It was after some time that she slowed her unwavering stride and take in her new surrounds, which is when the sound of screeching wheels and a shout of "LOOK OUT!" reached her ears.

#SC#

Peddling a hard as he could Sketchy tried to make it a fast as could to his next delivery. He knew that he should have been finished the run by now, but how could be pass up an opportunity to make a little cash on the side. So in need of a faster route, he sped off down the side streets. Hopeful that if he could get this get this package delivered he could go back to his other livelihood, photographing Transgenics for New World Weekly.

He was so focused on keeping up his sped that he didn't even notice the woman walked in front of him, before he was right on top of her. He squeezed he brakes as hard that rubber squealed against the pavement and the back wheel to skidded out. The bike stopped suddenly and he found himself flying over the handlebars.

"Are you a'ight?" A soft accented voice questioned. On his back on the cold wet ground, Sketchy blink a few times and opened his eyes. His gaze locked on the vision above him, as the sun chose that moment to shine, gleaming like a halo though thick hair.

"An Angel?" he mumbled. The vision laughed,

"Trust me sugah I ain't no Angel." White teeth flashed in a smile, "Ah think ya may have bumped ya head."

Groaning he ran his hand over his head, "You may have been right," he said as climbed to his feet, and getting a better look at his 'Angel'. She was tall and powerfully built but petite at the same time. Auburn hair tied up in a high ponytail, while a stark white fringe frame her face. It was only them that he realised he was gapping.

"Well if you're a'ight," She said and turned to go.

"Wait,"

She turned back expectantly.

"Look I know I don't know you very well but what are the chances of you turning up at Crash tonight?"

"Crash?" The woman echoed confused.

"It's a club," He explained hopefully, "Beer and pool."

"Oh," She said nodding, before giving him a small smile, "Maybe, Maybe not." And with that she turned to go. A sudden loud noise drew Sketchy's attention, jumping he turned to look, and when he turned back, she was gone.

#SC#

Elizabeth squatted at the edge of the roof, wind whipping her black hair fiercely, but she hardly noticed. Her eyes were locked on the building across from her, Logan Cale's apartment was lit up in the fading light of day. Earlier Psylocke had received a phone call from an old contacted telling her that a number of her files had been accessed. Deductive reasoning had brought her here, watching Mister Eyes Only. She wanted to know, how much he really knew about her.

So she would do what she did best, watch and wait and if need be, kick a little butt.

TBC

A/N I'll try and get another one up soon but I can't promise anything. ;)

A/N2: I'm looking for a beta, so if anyone was willing and able please let me know...thanks.