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"Listen up people, we have a situation!" General Hawk announced as he strolled into Misfit Manor.
"I didn't do it!" Pietro exclaimed.
"It wasn't my fault!" Todd protested.
"I was dead at the time!" Pyro shouted.
"You may want to be a bit more specific in your announcements." Wanda said as she rolled her eyes.
Hawk repressed a groan. "I mean there's a mission for you."
"Is it time for another phase of Operation: Booze?" Daria asked sweetly.
"Boy you grownups sure go through that alcohol fast." Quinn agreed.
"I don't know if we can make enough in our distillery to keep you guys happy and drunk." Brittany added. The rest of the Misfits just looked at Hawk.
"Well, can you blame me?" Hawk demanded. "And no, this is a mission. Our intelligence—"
"What intelligence?" Fred scratched his head. The vein above Hawk's eye twitched.
"Look, the point is that we've heard about an organization the Hellfire Club's set up to attract and catch mutant children. Go shut it down. Now."
"Man is there anything those creeps won't try?" Todd snorted in disgust.
"Apparently not," Althea answered flatly. "Let's go! Yo Joe!"
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"Is everyone all here?" Althea asked as the Mass Device deposited the Misfits in a dark room.
"You may want to rephrase that question given who you're talking to here." Wanda rolled her eyes in the darkness.
"This is the LAST time I let Trinity tinker around with the Mass Device!" Althea snapped at herself.
"I feel like my head is on backwards." Pietro groaned.
"On you, who'd notice?" Shane wondered.
"Come on let's just find the poor kids before anything bad happens to them." Rahne urged.
Just then one of the lights snapped on, revealing about a dozen kids surrounding the Misfits, all of them holding what appeared to be toy guns and other slapped-together equipment.
"What're you teenage creeps doing here?" A bossy looking girl with red-hair and a colander on her head snapped with a Scottish accent.
"Easy kids, we don't want to hurt you." Todd said he approached them, hands in front of him to show that they were empty. Apparently it wasn't enough. One short blond-headed kid leapt up and slugged Todd in the face. "Hey, we don't want you to hurt us either!" Todd protested as he rubbed his nose.
"Tough luck you cruddy teens." The boy sneered. "It's butt-whooping time!"
"I'm shaking." Pietro snorted. "You and what army?" Tabitha winced.
"You shouldn't have said that Speedy…" She warned, recognizing a set-up line from a mile away.
"That would be us and this army." A bald kid with dark shades and an English accent answered as the rest of the lights turned on, revealing an entire room full of kids with their own make-shift weapons. "Welcome to our convention center." He said dryly. "Kids Next Door! Battle stations!"
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A/N: Sorry for the delay. Real life again. Anyway, this is a meeting I was attempting to do in another story but wasn't happy about how it was going (or wasn't). See you later!