Scott had been awake and dressed for a few hours when he heard one of the kids run up to his and Jean's room and stop short outside the door. "Mr. Summers!" It was Jubilee, almost breathless and thumping on the door. "Hank called Bobby's phone and said he has to talk to you!"
He had risen from his chair when he heard the footsteps and managed to crack open the door before she could take her next breath. "Alright. Are Ms. Munroe and Logan back yet?"
She shook her head. "Uh-uh. The green guy is in the kitchen eating oatmeal with Mr. Wagner though. He said it was okay with you that Mr. Wagner let him out of the basement."
Scott felt at stab of guilt at that. He had promised Toad that he would let him out of the quarantine room in eight hours, but he hadn't wanted to stop watching Jean and had rationalized that the other man was probably still asleep. I should be worried about Wagner taking everyone's safety into his own hands like that, but I owe Toad a lot more than breakfast.
He walked down to the kitchen with Jubilee and took the cell phone from Bobby's hand. He listened to Hank tell him in a very careful, quiet voice that he was experiencing some kind of re-mutation and needed to come home. Scott said the first thing that came to mind, which was that he would get Warren to take care of it. Any problem simple enough to fix by throwing money at it was subject to being dumped on Warren. He did not let himself think that Warren might have been knocked out of the sky by the professor's attack yesterday. No sense wasting energy on it when he would know for sure soon enough.
He almost couldn't maintain his Fearless Leader game-face when he turned to speak to Toad. He wanted to say thank you. He wanted to ask him why. He wanted to ask him how the hell he lived through the Liberty Island battle. Instead he just told him to stay with Wagner and work on patching the walls. Toad made a show of snarking, but on the whole he followed Scott's orders a lot better than Wolverine usually did.
That thought made Scott smile for a moment as he dialed Warren's personal cell phone. It rang twice before it was answered by a calm male voice. "Hello, you have reached Mr. Worthington's assistant. May I ask who's calling?"
"This is Scott Summers. It's urgent." There was a time when Warren had answered his own phone and left his assistants at the office, but he had decided that if Tony Stark managed to retain a personal assistant worth her weight in gold then he should aspire to the same thing.
"Just a moment please."
He heard the man announce his name and the phone was handed over. "Scott," Warren almost shouted. "Is everyone alright? I've been calling, emailing, texting!"
"Our communications are out." He realized with a jolt that his own cell phone was probably still in the glove box of the car in the prison parking lot… if Stryker's people hadn't disposed of the car after kidnapping him and the Professor.
"Everyone's still alive. Look, I'm on Bobby's emergency cell phone, and I think it's a pay-as-you-go, so I can't take too much time." He quickly outlined the situation with Hank and signed off with promises to be back in touch soon. Then he sat down at the kitchen table and ate a bowl of oatmeal while Bobby, Rogue, and Jubilee described the damage they had found so far.