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xp_logsThe 'bait' arrives at the warehouse to take up positions.
The girls filed out of the car while Jean-Phillipe went to park it. They had been over the plan a dozen times, but even Scott admitted that they were going to face the most dangerous part. When the X-Men sprung the trap on whomever was abducting mutants, they would be the ones in arm’s reach while the X-Men closed with them. Still, there was no other way to do it. They had touched up Laurie and Dori’s faces to look bruised and beaten, and provided them with handcuffs, where the central chain links were just brittle plastic. They could pull them apart easily at any time. Regardless of their age, they were trained X-Men and being treated as such. It didn’t eliminate the flutter of anxiety as they stepped into the old warehouse and took a look at the wet, stained concrete they’d soon be sitting on.
Laurie wasn't sure if she should be saying anything, or if it were better to just keep her mouth shut and so she did what she could to look beaten down and submissive. The last time she'd tried any sort of acting had been in a school play before she'd come to the mansion, so she couldn't say how well she was selling the 'stolen mutant' angle but she hoped whoever was watching was buying it.
Dori was twitchy. While she knew how to act like she didn't want to be somewhere and like she was expecting something terrible to happen at any second, she wasn't exactly good at it anymore. Years of actually living around people who were like her, who didn't judge had changed her demeanor back to something closer to what it was before she had manifested. So, the twitchiness at least was real, and she didn't have to fake paying more attention to her hands than anything else as she tried to keep focused on what was going on. Something that was, for her, very hard to do.
Yvette didn't need to act - while her memories were dim, she recalled the fear, the bewilderment, not knowing what was to happen next and not knowing if it was going to be worse. It took all of her learned self-control to keep her powers in check enough that she didn't 'spike out' as Kyle called it and give away just how dangerous she was; too dangerous for mere handcuffs.
Still, she glanced around the warehouse, her better-than-average night vision helping her peer into the shadows for potential ambush.
Outside, there were no noises but that of Jean-Phillipe rented car parking and the old industry sound that drifted in from not entirely closed complexes around them. It was far enough from the far door that they could talk quietly without risking their cover.
"Do you think they'll take the bait?" Laurie asked quietly, trying hard not to flex her wrists against the hand-cuffs, she felt uncomfortable already and it hadn't been more than a few minutes with her arms behind her back.
"They had better. It is our only lead to find out what happened to Jenny and Phillip," Yvette whispered back. "Rocky, how are you going?"
"Huh?" Dori looked up, "Sorry, I was totally a million miles away," she said, having been stuck somewhere between a creative writing assignment and trying to figure out how to get comfortable. She really wanted to take off, not because she hated helping out, she just hated having to stand still for so long.
"I just hope it happens soon, kneeling on concrete for prolonged periods is incredibly unhealthy," Laurie noted, voice still quiet, although not quite a whisper.
It was hard to bite back the soft snort of laughter - it was such a Laurie remark to make. "You should have put knee pads on under your jeans," she replied, just as softly.
"That would've been a great idea..." Dori mused, her tail twitching. She wasn't going to offer that up as padding, it was fluffy but having people on it HURT.
Outside with the SHIELD response team, Kyle and Sam keep an eye out for their targets.
It was weird to be operating knowing that a dozen heavily armed SHIELD agents were watching their movements. Kane had given them information on a team of possible foreign mutants operating on US soil, which had been enough to stir them to action. However, he didn’t provide all the details, making them strike a quiet deal with the X-Men to wait until they were signaled to move in and make a legitimate arrest. The green haired woman had smelled of fury when she passed Kyle, and rejoined her team in the staging area.
With Sam overhead and Kyle on the ground, they felt they had a good chance of spotting any support personnel or possible accomplices linked to whoever showed up to collect the girls.
"Cannonball, you got anything? Because all I got is a nose fulla turbo bitch and a dumpster that some hobo just took a piss on." Kyle wasn't above taking a piss behind a dumpster, he was against people who didn't bathe and drank too much Mad Dog 20/20 taking a piss where he could smell it. "And the usual idiot half-drunk trying to hail a cab, and you know, city crap." Filtering out all the typical city noises and smells was the trickiest part about keeping his nose to the ground. It was one thing to sniff out say, Angelica in the middle of 10 acres of woods. It was another to listen for people who didn't belong in the middle of the city that didn't sleep.
"That's a negative, Wildchild." Sam refrained from commenting on the whole dumpster pee comments since they were on a mission and all. It didn't sound very appealing at all, however, and, much like his own attempts to discover anything out of the ordinary, it stunk. "It's hard to find something when you're not really sure what it is you're exactly looking for. Keeping an eye out though, and going to do another lap now." He'd already made one sweeping pass over the area and started to turn to make another.
Not far from them, the SHIELD team had settled into a quiet wait. They had all been provided with shared comms, and the soft voice of the team commander came through.
"Local police have just closed off the road in with a fake accident. Anyone approaching the warehouse is one of our bad guys from this point on."
"Minus the hobo." Kyle noted. "He's passed out drunk, might be a good idea to get one of the cops to get him outta here." He'd moved on past the dumpster and was walking the route he and Sam had planned out beforehand. With the roads closed, the city sounds dropped dramatically. Filtering out the noises he'd expected - the SHIELD team, the echoing rumble of Sam's blast field, sounds drifting in from streets away, that wasn't hard at all. Not with way too many hours of Danger Room practice under his belt.
Several minutes later, he looped back, and slowed his pace, silencing even the quiet clicks of his claws against the street. Kyle tapped his comm as he backed into a shadow. "I got footsteps on my right. Uh. My... nine? Right's nine, right?"
"Three o'clock, and I'm on my way." Sam hadn't found anything on his end and it sounded like Kyle might have something in his area, so he swerved around and changed course to the other X-Man's coordinates. "Any visual yet, Wildchild?" He was still a ways off so Sam couldn't make anything out himself but he was keeping an eye out in that same direction now.
In the darkness, he could see black clad men moving towards the warehouse, with military precision. They had that soldier's scent of cleaning oil and greasepaint, moving as quietly as wraiths. But there was another smell there too. Lighter, thinner, but certainly there. It had an odd tang to it, much like the crisscrossing ones found at an apartment, where different environments clashed together.
"Cannonball, we got incoming." Kyle padded into the shadows, and leapt up to catch a rung on a lowered fire ladder. "Heading to the roof, can you get numbers?" Going up the side of a building, easy-peasy. Going up the side of a building silently, not as easy. "These guys are pros, and I'm getting something... weird off 'em." He went quiet, concentrating on the climb and trying to listen for anything the men might say.
Heading towards Kyle's direction, Sam took a quick survey to get a headcount. "Looks like a dozen to me, and yeah, they definitely know what they're doing." He tried to keep his distance so they wouldn't spot him while also doing his best to keep an eye on their movements.
"Roger." Kyle ducked into a shadow between a water tank and a heating duct where sounds were muffled and tapped his comm. "Yo, guys, you got a dozen or so asshats coming up from the northwest. They're pros. Guns, body armor, sneaky as fuck. I smell something else but can't put my finger on what, I'll update if I figure it out." He crept back out and eyed the neighboring building. Definitely within his reach if he had to move fast, and in the meantime he could get there as quietly as possible. No sense in not being in range if he was needed.
The girls filed out of the car while Jean-Phillipe went to park it. They had been over the plan a dozen times, but even Scott admitted that they were going to face the most dangerous part. When the X-Men sprung the trap on whomever was abducting mutants, they would be the ones in arm’s reach while the X-Men closed with them. Still, there was no other way to do it. They had touched up Laurie and Dori’s faces to look bruised and beaten, and provided them with handcuffs, where the central chain links were just brittle plastic. They could pull them apart easily at any time. Regardless of their age, they were trained X-Men and being treated as such. It didn’t eliminate the flutter of anxiety as they stepped into the old warehouse and took a look at the wet, stained concrete they’d soon be sitting on.
Laurie wasn't sure if she should be saying anything, or if it were better to just keep her mouth shut and so she did what she could to look beaten down and submissive. The last time she'd tried any sort of acting had been in a school play before she'd come to the mansion, so she couldn't say how well she was selling the 'stolen mutant' angle but she hoped whoever was watching was buying it.
Dori was twitchy. While she knew how to act like she didn't want to be somewhere and like she was expecting something terrible to happen at any second, she wasn't exactly good at it anymore. Years of actually living around people who were like her, who didn't judge had changed her demeanor back to something closer to what it was before she had manifested. So, the twitchiness at least was real, and she didn't have to fake paying more attention to her hands than anything else as she tried to keep focused on what was going on. Something that was, for her, very hard to do.
Yvette didn't need to act - while her memories were dim, she recalled the fear, the bewilderment, not knowing what was to happen next and not knowing if it was going to be worse. It took all of her learned self-control to keep her powers in check enough that she didn't 'spike out' as Kyle called it and give away just how dangerous she was; too dangerous for mere handcuffs.
Still, she glanced around the warehouse, her better-than-average night vision helping her peer into the shadows for potential ambush.
Outside, there were no noises but that of Jean-Phillipe rented car parking and the old industry sound that drifted in from not entirely closed complexes around them. It was far enough from the far door that they could talk quietly without risking their cover.
"Do you think they'll take the bait?" Laurie asked quietly, trying hard not to flex her wrists against the hand-cuffs, she felt uncomfortable already and it hadn't been more than a few minutes with her arms behind her back.
"They had better. It is our only lead to find out what happened to Jenny and Phillip," Yvette whispered back. "Rocky, how are you going?"
"Huh?" Dori looked up, "Sorry, I was totally a million miles away," she said, having been stuck somewhere between a creative writing assignment and trying to figure out how to get comfortable. She really wanted to take off, not because she hated helping out, she just hated having to stand still for so long.
"I just hope it happens soon, kneeling on concrete for prolonged periods is incredibly unhealthy," Laurie noted, voice still quiet, although not quite a whisper.
It was hard to bite back the soft snort of laughter - it was such a Laurie remark to make. "You should have put knee pads on under your jeans," she replied, just as softly.
"That would've been a great idea..." Dori mused, her tail twitching. She wasn't going to offer that up as padding, it was fluffy but having people on it HURT.
Outside with the SHIELD response team, Kyle and Sam keep an eye out for their targets.
It was weird to be operating knowing that a dozen heavily armed SHIELD agents were watching their movements. Kane had given them information on a team of possible foreign mutants operating on US soil, which had been enough to stir them to action. However, he didn’t provide all the details, making them strike a quiet deal with the X-Men to wait until they were signaled to move in and make a legitimate arrest. The green haired woman had smelled of fury when she passed Kyle, and rejoined her team in the staging area.
With Sam overhead and Kyle on the ground, they felt they had a good chance of spotting any support personnel or possible accomplices linked to whoever showed up to collect the girls.
"Cannonball, you got anything? Because all I got is a nose fulla turbo bitch and a dumpster that some hobo just took a piss on." Kyle wasn't above taking a piss behind a dumpster, he was against people who didn't bathe and drank too much Mad Dog 20/20 taking a piss where he could smell it. "And the usual idiot half-drunk trying to hail a cab, and you know, city crap." Filtering out all the typical city noises and smells was the trickiest part about keeping his nose to the ground. It was one thing to sniff out say, Angelica in the middle of 10 acres of woods. It was another to listen for people who didn't belong in the middle of the city that didn't sleep.
"That's a negative, Wildchild." Sam refrained from commenting on the whole dumpster pee comments since they were on a mission and all. It didn't sound very appealing at all, however, and, much like his own attempts to discover anything out of the ordinary, it stunk. "It's hard to find something when you're not really sure what it is you're exactly looking for. Keeping an eye out though, and going to do another lap now." He'd already made one sweeping pass over the area and started to turn to make another.
Not far from them, the SHIELD team had settled into a quiet wait. They had all been provided with shared comms, and the soft voice of the team commander came through.
"Local police have just closed off the road in with a fake accident. Anyone approaching the warehouse is one of our bad guys from this point on."
"Minus the hobo." Kyle noted. "He's passed out drunk, might be a good idea to get one of the cops to get him outta here." He'd moved on past the dumpster and was walking the route he and Sam had planned out beforehand. With the roads closed, the city sounds dropped dramatically. Filtering out the noises he'd expected - the SHIELD team, the echoing rumble of Sam's blast field, sounds drifting in from streets away, that wasn't hard at all. Not with way too many hours of Danger Room practice under his belt.
Several minutes later, he looped back, and slowed his pace, silencing even the quiet clicks of his claws against the street. Kyle tapped his comm as he backed into a shadow. "I got footsteps on my right. Uh. My... nine? Right's nine, right?"
"Three o'clock, and I'm on my way." Sam hadn't found anything on his end and it sounded like Kyle might have something in his area, so he swerved around and changed course to the other X-Man's coordinates. "Any visual yet, Wildchild?" He was still a ways off so Sam couldn't make anything out himself but he was keeping an eye out in that same direction now.
In the darkness, he could see black clad men moving towards the warehouse, with military precision. They had that soldier's scent of cleaning oil and greasepaint, moving as quietly as wraiths. But there was another smell there too. Lighter, thinner, but certainly there. It had an odd tang to it, much like the crisscrossing ones found at an apartment, where different environments clashed together.
"Cannonball, we got incoming." Kyle padded into the shadows, and leapt up to catch a rung on a lowered fire ladder. "Heading to the roof, can you get numbers?" Going up the side of a building, easy-peasy. Going up the side of a building silently, not as easy. "These guys are pros, and I'm getting something... weird off 'em." He went quiet, concentrating on the climb and trying to listen for anything the men might say.
Heading towards Kyle's direction, Sam took a quick survey to get a headcount. "Looks like a dozen to me, and yeah, they definitely know what they're doing." He tried to keep his distance so they wouldn't spot him while also doing his best to keep an eye on their movements.
"Roger." Kyle ducked into a shadow between a water tank and a heating duct where sounds were muffled and tapped his comm. "Yo, guys, you got a dozen or so asshats coming up from the northwest. They're pros. Guns, body armor, sneaky as fuck. I smell something else but can't put my finger on what, I'll update if I figure it out." He crept back out and eyed the neighboring building. Definitely within his reach if he had to move fast, and in the meantime he could get there as quietly as possible. No sense in not being in range if he was needed.
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