The man now known as Sabertooth growled angrily. She was in there, somewhere, a succulent fruit ripe for the master's plucking. Her powers must come to them, not those evil X-Men.
"Her creations could wipe out the human plague, and leave the world perfected for all our kind!" He thought gleefully.
He felt a vibration from his "whatever-they're-called-little-talking-boxes". He opened it and growled. "From your greeting, I assume you do not have her in hand?"
"I did, but One Eye and the white-haired freak showed up." He winced as the voice rose to an unbearable pitch.
"THEN GET HER AND BRING HER BACK TO ME, YOU STUPID CREATURE!" The line went dead.
He roared at the box, and would have shattered it into a billion pieces had it not been his only way to speak to the master. She would have to venture outside sometime, and when she did, he would be waiting.
"The little snip won't burn me this time."
His eyes were still raw from the lashing she had given them. He could smell her fear of him, even though she was several miles away behind a triple thick wall. He reveled in it, letting it soothe his pain.