Chapter 7: The Leader, Part 1

General Ross was speechless as he entered his daughters's room. Upon the wall nearest to her bed was a large map of the United States, adorned with index cards and pushpins. Each card was labeled with a location and date- the same locations and dates of his encounters with the Hulk.

When she gets up, we're going to need to talk.

LOS ANGELES:

"Jameson, I got the pics of the X-Men vs. Sentinel battle at the Hollywood Mall."

"Good to hear, McGee. I'll be in touch."

"Nice chatting with you, boss."

The call ended, and McGee left the hotel business center for the parking garage.

Back at the Ross residence, the elder Ross looked at Betty with a look of irritation on his face.

"Betty, how'd you get all the information about my encounters with the Hulk?"

"Your official reports. They weren't exactly confidential."

"But what's got you interested in the Hulk, exactly?"

Betty looked up from her breakfast.

"You know that Bruce and I both attended Culver together! You were there when he got his doctorate about three years ago!"

"And then I hired him and had to clean up the mess from his harebrained scheme."

An awkward silence settled over the dining room, only to be broken by Betty's sudden departure from the room.

"So…cold…"

"Can it, Toad."

"Easy for you to say, Mystique."

The blue-skinned redhead rolled her eyes as she lay in wait in the Lexington Cemetery for her target. Just as she snapped back behind a headstone, she saw her prey.

"It's just so beautiful out here in winter…" Betty commented to no one in particular.

Suddenly, she became aware of someone lurking behind her.

Nah. Just my imag-

A large blunt object struck her in the back of the head, knocking the younger Ross out.

"Now what?" Toad asked as Mystique carried the unconscious Betty to their hiding place.

"We wait until the Leader's contact shows up."

"Funny…you didn't tell Magneto about this-"

Mystique grabbed the small mutant by his shirt collar.

"This isn't for the Brotherhood, dullard. It's for a newfound friend."

Just then, a decent-sized car pulled up.

"Is that-"

Out of the car emerged a loathsome and squat creature with gray skin.

"Load 'er up!"

Mystique hoisted the driver up by his shirt collar.

"I give the orders around here, Gargoyle. And don't you forget that."