When Stuff Hits the Fan
When an elderly man in a wheelchair, a dark skinned woman with white hair, a man with horn like hair, a different man with a crew cut a beard sideburns and extremely long fingernails, and a tall teenage boy with a slash of blue paint on his face walk into the CIA headquarters. People notice.
"Can I help you?" The secretary asked, a young man with dark hair.
"Yes we need to speak to Director Matthews." Xavier said and the man raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have an appointment?" he asked. Logan glared at him and he gulped picking up the phone. "Let me make a call."
"Natalie," He spoke quietly into the phone, "I need you to get a slot with the Director open now…oh there is one open? Awesome."
"You guys and head on up." He slid his card through a reader and the frosted door to his right opened. "Natalie will guide you to his office."
"Thank you Roger. "Xavier smiled and they filed through the door Maverick at the end.
"Later man." He said as the door shut behind them and they saw a medium height girl in a hijab that covered all but her striking green eyes walk up to them and wave them over through a side door.
"This way." She said quietly as they all walked through a dark hallway and up several flights of stairs. "Left here." They all turned into an empty office. Natalie shut the door behind them and locked it before doing the same to the other doors and standing there rolling her neck.
"What is this?" Victor hissed letting his claws slide out as Logan did the same. Natalie blinked at them and spread her hands wide.
"I see." Xavier nodded out of the blue. "She says she can't talk because they have her monitored."
"Who?" Storm went up to Natalie and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Who is monitoring you?"
"The men we're looking for. "Xavier said quietly and they all froze looking at the silent girl. "She says that she has been held captive for about twenty four hours and that they've been trying to get out where the school is."
"Do they know?" Maverick asked poking his head up. She shook her head.
"Not that she knows of." Xavier said. "Natalie…"
A piercing whistle that made Victor whimper and cover his ears and Logan do the same shot through the room and Natalie fell to the ground as her ear began to bleed. The others just blinked.
"They're punishing her. "Storm said quietly as it shut off, "Natalie you need to come with us."
"My name isn't Natalie." The girl said in a familiar voice. "That last burst busted the system; they'll be here any second."
"The men?" Logan asked wincing.
"Yes." She removed the cloth form in front of her mouth and Logan blinked as she looked astonishingly familiar.
"Tally?" Maverick gaped at her and she blinked.
"We have little time." She said taking it off the rest of her head revealing long blue black hair.
"Who are you?" Victor asked and she glanced from him to Logan.
"You must be Victor Creed." She sighed sharply looking around before turning to the window. "I'll tell you when we get to the jet."
"You know about the jet?" Storm asked confused.
"Maverick Davenport. "She snapped and he stepped forward, "you have paint on your face. But that's not important. I need you to blast out this window."
"Are you insane?" Logan hissed and she cut him off with a glare.
"Now please." She stepped back as he uncertainly raised his palms and closed his eyes.
Jets of white light shot out of his hands and blasted the window into nothing. Natalie looked at them and sighed.
"Get the jet up here Storm!" She shouted as the sound of rushing wind filled the room. She pulled out a phone and yelled for Scott to fly it up there. The Jet appeared on the horizon as men in black suits and blue ties appeared at every door.
"That was the wrong thing to do!" The nearest one shouted and pointed a gun at Natalie. She ducked as he fired and swung out a leg cutting him down. They were all on the Jet when she finally broke away and waved for them to fly away. Scott did and they flew for several minutes in silence.
"Who was that?" Maverick asked.
As he did so the back of the cabin filled with purple smoke and Natalie fell to her knees coughing. Maverick helped her into a chair as she smiled at him gratefully.
"I guess I owe you my name." she choked out as they turned to look at her. "Antalya Silverfox-Howlett, at your service."
"But you were dead!" Scoot looked at her in awe.
"A no longer needed shape shifter took my place after I tried to teleport back to school after finding the box." She coughed sitting up and taking a drink of water, "That's also when they put a mind control thingy on Kurt."
"They told you this? "Xavier said and she nodded gravely.
"They also told me that once they find out where the school was they were going to attack It." she stated, "Why do you think that once I heard you were coming from Roger I rushed forward before the real Natalie could get there."
"How did you know it was us?" Victor asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"If I learned one thing for my short time at the school, "she raised a finger and leaned forward on her knees, "It's that nothing insights fear in a person more than a glare from Logan."
Storm laughed and the others soon joined in.