Scott and Ororo, Thursday night
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xp_logsPost-briefing in the Danger Room, Scott and Ororo share impressions.
"It would be nice if more of our operations were like this," Scott said, snagging one of the other Situation Room chairs with his crutch and pulling it over to where he could prop his leg up on it. "Time to plan, lots of good intelligence, full support from the local powers that be... then again, we'd get spoiled if this happened too often. Better to plan for the worst."
"That is the optimistic X-Men spirit we thrive on," Ororo replied with a chuckle. "Assuming chaos and failure even under the best circumstances."
"I can minimize my control-freak behavior or I can be an optimist," Scott said innocently. "I haven't yet managed to do both at once. Anyhow. This reminds me more or less of the second Youra operation, except without the parachuting. Carrying out these raids in an urban area is going to be a little more challenging." Lakatos had very good intelligence, as intelligence went. That source the Hungarians had within the Preserver cell was a good one.
Ororo nodded, scanning over the mission outline once again, though she knew it by heart already. "Minimizing damage and casualties will certainly be difficult, especially since we know the Preservers will not have such similar concerns."
"It seems so wrong to me, that they'd have taken root in an environment like Hungary." Wrong, but not improbable. "I was also kind of hoping that they'd never pop up again, but..." He gave a one-shouldered shrug, rueful. "This Psionic Studies Centre is exactly the sort of thing that would attract them." A pause. "You ever think we're a little cowardly, doing our work mostly out of sight while other people stand out there and wave the red cape in front of the bull?"
"I think that it takes both kinds - without our support it would be difficult for the cape-wavers to do what they do," Ororo replied, though there was a certain note of thoughtfulness to her tone. "Though that is not to say that I do not hope our kind of support is not needed one day." She smiled wryly, shaking her head. "That was a lot of negatives."
"And yet I managed to follow it completely." He leaned forward, eyeing the screen in front of him. "You're taking a very large crew with you. I think they should all be able to work together pretty smoothly, though - remember when we couldn't say that? How times change. We've all mellowed. So long as everyone's polite to the Hungarian police we should be fine."
"I will make sure to brief them all on 'Excuse me', and 'please stand back from the crazy telekinetics' in Hungarian, and we should be covered."
"It would be nice if more of our operations were like this," Scott said, snagging one of the other Situation Room chairs with his crutch and pulling it over to where he could prop his leg up on it. "Time to plan, lots of good intelligence, full support from the local powers that be... then again, we'd get spoiled if this happened too often. Better to plan for the worst."
"That is the optimistic X-Men spirit we thrive on," Ororo replied with a chuckle. "Assuming chaos and failure even under the best circumstances."
"I can minimize my control-freak behavior or I can be an optimist," Scott said innocently. "I haven't yet managed to do both at once. Anyhow. This reminds me more or less of the second Youra operation, except without the parachuting. Carrying out these raids in an urban area is going to be a little more challenging." Lakatos had very good intelligence, as intelligence went. That source the Hungarians had within the Preserver cell was a good one.
Ororo nodded, scanning over the mission outline once again, though she knew it by heart already. "Minimizing damage and casualties will certainly be difficult, especially since we know the Preservers will not have such similar concerns."
"It seems so wrong to me, that they'd have taken root in an environment like Hungary." Wrong, but not improbable. "I was also kind of hoping that they'd never pop up again, but..." He gave a one-shouldered shrug, rueful. "This Psionic Studies Centre is exactly the sort of thing that would attract them." A pause. "You ever think we're a little cowardly, doing our work mostly out of sight while other people stand out there and wave the red cape in front of the bull?"
"I think that it takes both kinds - without our support it would be difficult for the cape-wavers to do what they do," Ororo replied, though there was a certain note of thoughtfulness to her tone. "Though that is not to say that I do not hope our kind of support is not needed one day." She smiled wryly, shaking her head. "That was a lot of negatives."
"And yet I managed to follow it completely." He leaned forward, eyeing the screen in front of him. "You're taking a very large crew with you. I think they should all be able to work together pretty smoothly, though - remember when we couldn't say that? How times change. We've all mellowed. So long as everyone's polite to the Hungarian police we should be fine."
"I will make sure to brief them all on 'Excuse me', and 'please stand back from the crazy telekinetics' in Hungarian, and we should be covered."
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