Me: Thank you for not getting bored with my first chappie and actually being interested enough to come to the second one. But I assure you, the future chappies will get better. I'm hoping you'll like this chappie, check the title, it says all you need to know. Once again, thank ya! (Also, this is my sorta first fan fic, I have another sorta first fan fic. They're sorta firsts because I started them on the same day. And I do accept flames.)

Chapter Two: Undercover

"What's so funny?" Logan asked after seeing Ororo smiling.

"Oh, nothing. I was just, nothing," she replied. "So, what are we here for?"

Professor X sighed before answering, "You see, there is a group of men that are dumping some sort of chemical into the water system. I'm not quite sure what it is,"

Logan cut in, "What do you mean you don't know what it is? Just go into one of the guy's heads!"

"I'd find that difficult when Magneto is the leader and they all have those helmets, just a little less noticeable," Professor X continued, "I do know where they are, and I need you three to go and check it out. Are you up to it Ororo? Logan and Scott already agreed."

Ororo stated, "I'm ready for anything."

"Well, then, what're we waiting for?" Scott questioned, "Let's get going!"

All three are in the X-Jet heading over to the location on the screen, which, annoyingly gets louder and louder as the get closer. When they're almost right above the general area, the noise (and light) goes crazy. Storm lands the plane softly and everyone exits the (awesome) aircraft.

They crept around a large warehouse, and when they pretty much scaled the whole place, they found nothing. Cyclops suggested, "Maybe we should go back to the jet and see if we're in the right vicinity."

Wolverine retorted, "And go back to that shrieking nuisance, I don't think so. Let's just look for clues." Before anyone could answer, Wolverine was going around sniffing and listening intently. Then, after a bit, he looks considerably confused.

"What's up?" Cyclops asked.

"Music. It's under the warehouse,"Wolverine answered.

Storm teased, "Well it certainly can't be above the warehouse, now could it?" Wolverine looked at Storm with a semi-frightening look then just laughed a little.

They all split off into different sections of the building to go and investigate. When they covered everything they could see, they started moving crates by lifting (by wind), smashing, or blasting. They continue to do so for hours until Storm declares, "Wolverine, Cyclops, this one won't budge! It's too heavy."

Both go over to check it out to see why Storm couldn't lift it, she would normally be able to. Wolverine bashed the top of the crate to find it empty, except for a keypad. Both Cyclops and Wolverine look at Storm, knowing that they can't destroy it, that would ruin the slightest chance of them having the element of surprise. Sighing, Storm's brown eyes (I'll explain about the eyes later) suddenly cloud over with a misty white, she then gives the keypad a slight zap to overload it. Right after she zapped it, the crate moved to the side showing them to stairs to where fog and lights, along with hip hop music are seen.

"Well, this is unexpected. Since when does Magneto have a club?" Storm asks, while motioning Wolverine to move the crate back over, that way no one would see them.

Cyclops suggests, "Maybe he needs the money for paychecks and then some extra for, whatever. I am pretty sure the last resort for Magneto would be stealing, so he's gonna earn it the sorta right way. Anyway, I'll go get your clothes Storm!" He dashes off with Storm sitting there waiting and Wolverine not quite following.

"I'm going into the club, and you have to blend in with your surroundings, right?" Storm answered to a question not needed to be asked. Wolverine nodded in understanding, kinda.

Right after, Cyclops comes running up with what looks like a shopping bag in his hand. He hands the bag to Storm whosummons the windwhich takes herthrough a sunroof. They both look up, but they can't see her (it helps that it's nighttime). After a minute or two,Storm lets the winds decrease, taking her down gracefully, until she is on the ground. She is in turquoise tube top with a black leather jacket on top. She also wore a black leather skirt that goes right above her knees to match. But, the thing that stood out the most was that she had a black wig that went down to her shoulders, with turquoise streaks.

Storm says partly to herself while trying to straighten out her clothes, "Man, I hate leather!" This apparently amused Cyclops and Wolverine because they laughed, (that's usually what people do when they're amused). Wolverine moved the crate back over so that you could see the staircase once more.

"You got your earpiece?" Cyclops inquired of Storm. She pointed to the, well, piece (of whatever it is) that was in her ear. "And I also have the communicating chip in my molar, now can I go?" Storm queried. Cyclops nodded and she was on her way down the stairs.

When she entered there was fog and lights, all which cause you to not see. She was relieved to see that she blended in quite well. She walked around talking to people to see if people knew about the club, who owned it, or a rumor about the chemicals. She was actually a little frightened when a guy asked her to dance with him, he looked like he was having a spaz attack (no offense to those who are reading this who might actually have spaz attacks). Anyway, getting off subject.

Storm arrived at a barin the club quite tired. The bartender, whom which Storm had already talked to, asked, "Would you like something?" Storm shook her head. She examined the bartender, he didn't look that trustworthy, she had some gut feeling about that. The bartender continued, "What's wrong? Come on. It can't be as bad as some other stories I've heard."

"If I told you then I'd be sunk," Storm said, regretting it a little bit, hoping she didn't let too much information out of those eight little words.

But that worry was soon confirmed. "You don't have to tell me Ms. Munroe. I understand most of it, after all, we're practically related," the bartender slyly stated, while purposefully letting his/her eyes glow yellow.

"Mystique!" Cyclops and Wolverine heard Storm say through the chip in her mouth.

Both shout into the communicator, "Storm? Are you there? STORM?" No reply, just static.

Me: Hi, sorry for stopping here, but I thought that if I write more, it'd get too much into the next chappie. But, what do ya think? Please RR! (Remember, please no cussing in reviews, thank you.)