Mystique had been passing through the White House all day disguised as Senator Kelly, she briefly got glimpses of Stryker passing through with his assistant, but they were always moving fast, as though on the way to somewhere important. At one point, Mystique noticed them head outside and into an underground section of the White House. Guards nodded at them as they passed through glass doors and made their way down a large staircase. Watching thoughtfully from afar.. she planned.
The White House grounds were deserted, the distant Washington skyline was soaked in a hot pink, as the descending sun slipped into the shadows. Mystique made her way across the path, passing under stone archways. Several entrances led indoors, but Mystique knew which one she wanted. Casually passing by the numerous pillars, her form swiftly changed from Kelly to resemble that of Yuriko, Stryker's female assistant. Her eyes constantly watched the area with a cautious expression. She made her way towards the double glass doors, advancing with a confidence. The guards at the glass doors tipped their hats lightly as she strode by, offering no resistance as she pushed open the doors and made her way down the large staircase.
Ahead she spotted someone, but it was only one of the night staff vacuum cleaning. She continued smoothly across the hallway, passing by the glass dividers and down a corridor. A sign on the nearby wall stated ' DEPARTMENT OF DOMESTIC SECURITY AND DEFENCE – William Stryker' and with a small smile Mystique continued. She strode towards the most heavily guarded door, a small rectangular plate the only method of entry.
Placing her palm on the panel, it made a soft humming noise as a blue light scanned her print. She quickly looked up as the door unlocked, pushing it open and slipping inside. She had entered a computer office, dimly lit by a few desk lamps. File cabinets lined the walls, server boxes blinking their lights. Her eyes warily scanned the room as she sneaked in, and only when she was satisfied there was no one around, her form shifted with the familiar cracking of her skin. Her natural appearance materialised as she passed around the glass divider. Continuing to glance around the empty office, she made her way to one of the computer desks, sitting herself down in the metal office chair.
Her eyes scanned the large screen before her, her fingers extending to the keyboard and tappeingit once to remove the screensaver. Frowning, she leant forth to study the new screen. It required voice identification to get into the computer. Holding back a smirk, Mystique spoke clearly, "Stryker, William," and the man's low, older tones came out of her lips. With a smile, access was granted and a cluttered desktop appeared before her eyes. She navigated across the screen, scrolling down a list of many names. Her eyes had quickly located 'Lensherr, Erik M.' and with a swift double click his profile opened.
Many screens burst open, heavy in detail. A smirk showed on her lips as his face came up, as well as a comprehensive 3D map of his high security prison. A plastic prison. Mystique raised her eyebrows. They certainly knew what they were doing. Then, finally, profiles of Magneto's guards lined themselves up, the topmost catching Mystique's attention as she studied the information on Mitchell Laurio. With a tap of the keyboard, she set all the information to print. This had to do it. This information had to help her free Magneto.
She turned slowly in her chair to watch the pages rapidly come out of the printer. The smirk spread across her indigo lips, revelling in the bold act and the prospect of the man's oncoming freedom. But then, the screen next to her current computer caught her eye. It had logged onto both, and a desktop was visible. At first, she didn't think there was anything special about it, but with a jolt she noticed a folder titled 'Cerebro.'
A frown crossed her features, wasn't that Xavier's machine? How did Stryker know about it? Curiously, she moved the mouse pointer and opened the folder. Once more, thorough screens of coding opened, and in the foreground another 3D map, but this time of Xavier's Cerebro, it was identical, to every detail, even the lighting. She stared as the map shifted, the diagram of Cerebro being entitled 'Cerebro 1' and to her horror, the window moved aside, cutting the skeleton of Cerebro and moving it to a second map of a less professional Cerebro, with the original workings named 'Cerebro 2.' Feeling every bit suspicious, she turned to the keyboard, rapidly typing to proceed with the diagram. It zoomed in, showing her details of its location at the back of a large sprawling map that was most certainly not the mansion. Was Stryker going to steal Cerebro? But that meant he would have access to every mutant on the planet! The map unveiled under the heading 'Base of Operations' which triggered a sickly feeling of anxiousness in her gut.
Mystique tapped the keyboard once more, attempting to get more information about the location, but a login was required, using a secret ID and password. She clenched her fist. It was 'classified' information. This looked like something Stryker was hiding from the President himself. She glanced back to the printer in her momentary obstacle, checking its process. Then with a wash of cold she heard the heavily protected door unlock, her head spinning round to stare behind her. She sprang out of her seat, hurriedly tapping the keyboard to log off the computer. She yanked the finished papers out of the printer and darted into the shadows.
She pressed her back against a cold filing cabinet, peering round to corner to watch the real Yuriko stride in, taking a seat in the chair Mystique had departed from seconds before. She busied herself at the desk, unlocking a drawer and pulling out items to put into her bag.
Swiftly, Mystique pushed out of the corner, her appearance changing as she did so, she had grabbed a wastepaper basket off the floor, depositing her collection of papers inside. As she darted by, Yuriko spun round with a glare, "What are you doing in here?"
The solemn face of the male cleaning staff Mystique earlier came across stared back at Yuriko
"Estoy tirando la basura." But Yuriko watched him blanky. "Garbage," Mystique confirmed, a sarcastic smile passing her lips before she turned and continued out of the office. She continued to carry the bin under an arm, strolling confidently down the corridor. She turned a corner, head turning slightly as she watched the Spanish cleaner stood with his trolley, staring at her as she walked by. Mystique glanced at him before she continued on ahead as if nothing had happened.
Resting against the shadowy wall streets away, Mystique brought the papers closer to her face, reading them in a sliver of light brought from a nearby streetlamp. She flciked through the papers, pulling forth the information about the location of the prison. Glancing down at the guard information, her eyes studied Laurio's face, and with a smile she glanced back at the map.
She would head back to Magneto's lair to prepare a few bits and pieces.. and then Mr. Laurio would be recieving a very special visit tonight.
Mystique waited patiently in the shadows as she watched Mitchell Laurio exit the compound, raising his hand in wave to a nearby security guard. She remained hidden against the wall, clutching a bag against her side.
"See you tomorrow, Mitchell," called the security guard as he returned the wave.
"If I can make it," Laurio laughed, "Gonna head over to the bar down the street, have a few drinks before the night's out."
"Is there ever a night you don't stop by there?"
Laurio chuckled, "Well, you never know, might meet a pretty girl down there."
"Good luck for tonight then."
The pair laughed at Laurio gave a thumbs up, walking on across the car park. But Mystique darted out of the darkness of her hiding spot, pushing into a swift, silent sprint down the road, and reaching the distant bar long before Laurio would get there. As she pushed open the door, her form shifted into that of a pretty young woman, body scantily clad to give males an attractive eyeful of her plump cleavage. As she made her way inside, she could already see eyes lingering over her form. With a smile, she ran her hand through curled blonde locks, and headed over to the bar.
"Two beers pleased," she requested of the barman.
The barman glanced around before back at her, "Aren't you alone?"
"Someone will be joining me soon," she said with a knowing smile.
Behind her, she heard the door sound again, and the heavy footsteps of Laurio come inside. "Beer, Lou," he grunted as he dropped down into a seat. Lou, the bar tender quickly served Mystique her order before preparing Laurio's beer. Exiting the bar to give the man his beer, he greeted him.
"How it's goin', Mitchell?" he asked, "You still guarding that mutie, huh?"
"Yeah," sighed Laurio as he paid Lou, "Piece o' shit he is.."
Mystique's hand clenched tighter around the glass handles of her beer mugs. Lou came back round the bar, returning to his cleaning of glasses. The television on the wall had gone onto a news report, in which the topic was mutants and the concern of the Mutant Registration Act. Mystique turned her head slowly, glancing across at the television screen. Secretly, her hand slipped across the top of one of the glass mugs, discreetly dropping two pills inside.
The news report continued.
"Why stop there? It'd be easier to round up mutants by the truckload. Or maybe you'd like an all-out war?"
"Oh, please."
Laurio spoke again, this time sounding grumpier than ever. "Turn that shit off, Lou." And the bartender obliged, changing the channel.
"A lot on your mind?" asked Mystique, turning slowly as she gave Laurio a smouldering smile. Her head canted coyly as she searched his nametag for effect, "Mr.. Laurio?" She leant back comfortably on the bar, an alluring tilt of her hips. "I'm Grace."
Laurio hadn't spoken, staring at the woman in a blank silence. Her beauty either astounded him, or he was shocked that someone like her would ever wish to talk to him. Probably both, Mystique concluded. She turned, picking up the two beers she had ordered and quietly made her way to Laurio's table, passing round the back of his chair before she sat herself down with a sultry smile. She crossed one leg over the other, running her foot up his nearest leg suggestively.
"You want another beer?"
Laurio had noticed he was getting his leg stroked by the woman before him and now seemed incapable of anything but blinking.
"Of course you do," whispered Mystique softly, pushing a selected mug towards him. The one she had spiked.
He stared at her for a few moments before he pushed aside his empty mug and grabbed the one she had given him. The small amount left in his previous mug seemed insipid in comparison to the one presented to him by the wonderful Grace. He drank back a large amount, emptying it by half with his massive consumption. He released a hearty belch in response.
Mystique wrinkled her fair-skinned nose gently, but did her best to disguise any negative reaction. On the contrary, she smiled broadly, leaning forward in such a manner that her breasts were almost toppling out of the blue snakeskin dress she wore. Laurio stared leeringly, seeming to need another drink of beer to get his mind working again.
"I've got an idea," she whispered gently, her foot rubbing against the inside of his leg instead and up towards his inner thigh. Once more Laurio stared in silence, although he did shift a little in his seat. "Follow me," she whispered, then standing to her feet suddenly. Laurio's eyes followed her up; looking scared that she might be leaving, for he hadn't really registered what she said. Mystique grabbed him by the arm and he stumbled to his feet, still clutching onto his spiked beer. Forcefully, she dragged him away from his chair and headed towards the toilets at the back of the bar. Around the corner and out of view of the bar, she pressed him up against the wall.
Hardly believing what she was about to do, she closed her eyes, pushing her body against his as her lips captured his in a rough kiss. Feeling Laurio almost slump again her, she used his weakened state to her advantage, grabbing his form and shoving him through the bathroom door of the men's toilets. Laurio was pushed inside, his lips still hungrily locked with hers as he stumbled backwards through the empty toilets, being forcefully directed by Mystique. One hand still clung onto his beer.
All of a sudden, his back hit up against the wall of the toilet cubicles, spurring him to pull his lips momentarily from hers, "You're really aggressive," he gasped.
"Yes, I am," said Mystique breathily as she fumbled for the cubicle door, pulling it open behind Laurio. She forced him inside as their lips met again, fiercely kissing each other.
Mystique pushed him up against the wall once they entered the cubicle, shaking her coat off her arms as Laurio spoke. "I've never hooked up with a girl like you before."
With a brief, sharp laugh, Mystique shoved him down onto the toilet seat, "I know." She hurriedly moved to unfasten his trousers, watched by the staring Laurio once more who couldn't keep his eyes off her cleavage.
"It's kinda dirty in here, don't you think?"
Mystique raised her head, grinning wickedly, "That's the idea," she pulled apart the fastening of his trousers, glancing down. "Velcro?" she quickly returned her eyes on him, smiling, "Nice!"
Laurio grinned, raising his beer mug to his lips, "Bottoms up."
"I certainly hope so."
Mystique watched closely as Laurio tilted back the mug to empty its contents, the two pills slipping down with the frothy remains of the beer. Within seconds, his gaze blurred and his arm slumped from his face. His head lolled back with a weak gasp, the mug smashed on the tiles of the bathroom floor. A quiet belch followed. Mystique pushed suddenly to her feet, grabbing his trousers and throwing him over the toilet seat roughly.
She pulled her bag up off the floor, rummaging through it before she pulled out the large syringe she had brought, filled with a gleaming metal substance. As she removed the safety cap, her body transformed with a crackling sound, back into her original blue-skinned state. "Bottoms up." With a smirk, she yanked back his underpants, ramming the sharp tip of the needle into his left buttock and injected the metal.
Once emptied, she pulled her syringe free, depositing it back in her bag. She straightened Laurio over the toilet seat and left his trousers around his ankles so he would return to consciousness and be able to put his own disgusting reasons as to why he found himself like that. Slipping out of the cubicle, Mystique returned to her form of Grace, exiting the bar and bracing the chilly night air.
All she could do now was wait.
Hope you liked that chapter! I realised that Mystique using Stryker's computer, and seducing Laurio were all in the same night! X2 only spans over a few days. Wow, a lot happens! Anyway, please review!
Estoy tirando la basura I'm throwing (out) the garbage.