Chapter 3: Missions
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Zipping up the top of her black leather jumpsuit, she looks in the mirror. Ready. She's ready. She's been waiting her entire life for this moment.
She walks over to the vanity, reaches for a rubber band, pulls her hair back in a tight ponytail.
Adrenaline. It courses through her body. She's willing. She grabs her gloves off the dresser and walks out the door, slamming it behind her.
Her boots echo off the hardwood floor as she marches down the hall. This is her time.
She knows what she has to do.
The elevator. Lower Level.
The door opens. She looks around, making sure no one has followed her. No one. She is alone. Alone.
Turning left, she moves down the barren hall. It's all metal. Sterile.
She slams her hand into one of the gloves, stretches her fingers to the end, fastens at the wrist, repeats.
She turns the corner and enters the hanger. Waits patiently at the industrial doors. They open slowly. It's a new day. It's her day.
She steps outside. Start at her feet. Pan up (this is the money shot). The sunlight reflects off her outfit. She's beautiful, tough, prepared. She's—
"Rogue!" Jean and Ororo stood at the entry to the hanger.
Rogue blushed. "Yeah, Ahm comin'!" She squints up at the sun, then turns around to find the two girls staring at her, grinning.
"What? Jean, whatya know?"
"I'm a telepath, Rogue. I know all."
Rogue snarled at her. "Not like ya'll ain't done it before!" She stomped past them into the jet.
Jean and Ororo looked at each other and laughed before following her up the platform.
"This it? This why we got up at 5 AM!" Rogue stood on the ground with Storm, her hands resting on her hips.
Jeans reached the bottom of the platform and looked around. They had landed on a small clearing in a dense forest. "Well…"
Rogue spun around to face Jean and waved her hand in the air. "We supposed to find somethin' here!"
Storm moved forward past some nearby trees then turned to face her partners. "The professor did say it was unusual…"
"Unusual? Storm, there ain't nothin' unusual about it! We're in the middle of the woods! These ain't Sentinels or mutants. These are trees and bugs!"
Jean perked. "Can it, Rogue."
"Am Ah the only one ta—"
"Shh!" Jean raised her hand to silence Rogue. "Did you guys hear that?"
Rogue crossed her arms in frustration. "No."
Storm looked around thoughtfully. She reached out a hand to grace a nearby tree and closed her eyes. Blue. Fur. Blood. Her eyes bolted open. Shaking her head, she looked to Jean.
Jean frowned. "There's something here…" She turned in the clearing, moving closer to the edge. "No…someone."
Rogue looked back and forth at her two teammates. "Ya'll are nuts."
Jean froze "Oh my God."