"Okay, that makes three nest no longer in existence. What else have we got, Rahne?" Oz was pumped. He always got this way when he was slaying vampires, and searching for Dawn just fueled him on all the more.
"Just the Williamson docks. I think they're stowing away on the ships and making camp in the storage warehouses." Rahne informed him.
By now the others were over their initial shock and surprise at Rahne's hidden hobby and were back to acting like their normal selves. Which meant Jean was her usual bitching self, whining about some insignificant detail in her miserable, pathetic life.
"You know, when Scott was MY boyfriend, he never got kidnapped by the undead and I never let his family be taken as hostages." Jean sneered and looked down her perfectly shaped nose to Rogue, who sat in her seat, paying the priss no mind. This just irritated Jean all the more and she tapped into Rogue's mind for her next attack on the young woman's sprit.
When he was mine, at least I knew whose legs he was between.
Jean barely had time to break the connection before Rogue flew at her, war cry resonating from deep in her throat and claws-like nails extended out like weapons. The two slammed on the ground and Rogue tore at Jean's face frantically, ripping hair and smiling when she heard the sounds of bones breaking. Her legs were strattling Jean's ribs and she pressed them together hard and fast. The red head shrieked in pain as her ribs broke in numerous places.
Kurt and Kitty watched from their seats, knowing Jean was getting what she deserved. She always did when Rogue was concerned. They weren't about to step in, they'd leave that suicidal job for Logan, the only self healer of the group.
Even with his sensitive hearing, the Canadian man didn't come to investigate the screams and shrieks until Jean's face matched the color of her hair, what was still attached to her scalp. With a grunt Logan pulled Rogue off the psychic and positioned himself between the two girls. He didn't want to deal with them right now, he didn't. He'd let Xavier sort it out when they got back. Instead, Logan did what he was great at, breaking spirits and shattering hearts.
"Don't care who started it, you're both now doing Danger Room sessions with me twice a day, three times on weekends until I decide otherwise." Rogue crossed her arms with her trademark glare in place, but inwardly she was smirking. She was the victor, hands down.
Jean, always wanting to get the last word in, opened her mouth to interject but Logan shot her down with ease. "Seeing as how you're in no condition to handle the undead Red, Storm will stay behind and watch you. See you clean yourself up before we get back. We're expecting company." Logan spun on his heel and half dragged Rogue into the cock pit where Ororo was flying the plane, Rahne was navigating, and Oz was observing. The three turned their heads as Rogue plopped into a seat with a huff, the pilot being the only one with enough guts to ask what had happened. Rahne knew better than to ask straight out, besides Kitty and Kurt were probably going to tell her anyways, and Oz didn't care enough to even wonder.
"Stripes and Red decided to go at it. And now Red's staying on board with you and Stripes here isn't leaving my side. Sorry 'Ro." The weather witch sighed, she had come to enjoy 'slaying' and found she was actually quite good at it.
"I'm glad you girls decided to wait until after I had a little fun before grounding me," Ororo commented towards Rogue, who glared out the window, watching the ground approach.
"Okay X-Men, this is our final shot to get this right. Let's make Summers proud." Logan spoke over the intercom as he pulled down his face mask. The team was practically out the door before the wheels touched down. Kitty was the first one out, for obvious reason, and she looked around the busy dock with a worried look on her face.
"Hmm, guys? Where do we start?" The others glanced around at her question. Hundreds of warehouses, identically sized, shaped, and colored, filled the docks. It would take all night to check off of them. A horn interrupted the groans of disappointment and the teens leapt out of the way of a fast moving forklift, the driver waving his arm and cursing at them in a language only Oz knew. As the man drove by, the werewolf pointed to the boxes the demon posing human was carting away.
"Wolverine, can you read that? What's the label on that box?" Oz knew the man had exceptional eyesight, he just hoped it ranked up there with remarkable and unbelievable.
The man squinted his eyes, "Wolf-man Law Offices-"
"Follow that lift!" Oz cut the man off and commanded the X-Men into a chase. Nightcrawler had the sense to teleport himself onto the back of the forklift, citing his location via the com links. Kitty was right behind him as she raced through crates and work men with ease. It took a mere moment before Rahne was on the sophomores' tails, having morphed into her dog form allowed her greater speed and reflexes. Logan had taken after Nightcrawler with a groan of "elf, get back here."
That left Oz and Rogue. The former just happened to glance in the opposite direction of everyone else was running, and he was glad he did. Oz watched as a matching forklift with the same label exited a warehouse only a few yards away.
"This way," he motioned for Rogue who nodded and immediately the two sped towards the building. The outside was being guarded by vamps, Oz noticed as they approached closer. Ducking behind a couple of crates, the two waited until the watchmen walked around the side of the building before bolting for the door that Oz discovered swung open easily.
A flash of movement caught his eye and he ducked his head in time to avoid being hit by the wooden bat-like club Dawn was wielding. When she saw who it was, she dropped the bat immediately and jumped into his arms.
"Boy, are we glad to see you. I think I've related to the ultimate weapon against vampires, but I can't explain that now, we need to go, like now." Dawn spoke hurriedly and Scott shook his head at his aunt's odd behavior before noticing who stood next to Oz.
"Rogue!" He wrapped his arms around her and she returned the gesture, surprising the both of them.
"Okay kids, enough of the reunion. The meter's running and Ma's getting impatient." Oz joked in a Xander-like manner as he grabbed Dawn's hand and the four rushed back to the plane without further delay.
"Wolverine, we've got them. I repeat we've got them. Meet us back at the jet. Over." Rogue fed the message through her wrist comm. And awaited a reply as she started boarding with the other three.
Mission Accomplished. She thought to herself as she watched Scott buckle himself in. Glad to have you back, Slim.
