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xp_logsCharles gets a call from Trish Tilby about a hostage taking in Austin, TX, and passes the information on to Scott.
Charles hung up the phone and stared at the handset for a moment. Talking to Trish Tilby always left him a little bemused, wondering if she ever didn't sound like she was in front of a camera. He keyed in Scott's code and waited for him to answer.
When the phone rang, Scott stared at it, thinking it was a good thing he hadn't taken that nap he'd been considering. "Summers," he answered, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he continued typing.
"Pick a team to head to Texas, Scott," Charles said, without bothering with pleasantries. "The Mutant Liberation Front have taken hostages at a small radio station in Austin and Ms Tilby suggests that we might want to be in the area."
Scott stopped typing, already compiling a team roster in his head. "Are there any special circumstances I should know about?"
"The daughter of the Secretary of Defense is an intern there," Charles said, letting Scott draw his own conclusions from that tidbit. "Other than that, it's a five-story building in the media district, small amount of greenspace or parking on all sides, and it's prime listening time."
"Perfect." Five stories. He'd need fliers. Already, his team roster was being altered. "Send the details to my phone? I'm putting out a call to the team and heading down to the hangar."
"Of course. Good luck, Scott." The 'be careful' he might have added to that years ago still lingered in his voice, but time had worn away the habit of saying the words. Charles hung up the phone again and brought up the newsfeeds and Austin police dispatch transcripts on his computer screen.
[MISSION CALL.
Angel, Beast, Nightcrawler, Phase, Rogue, Storm.
Meet me in the hangar in ten. The briefing will be on the Blackbird.]
Scott clicked 'end' on his phone and pushed away from the desk. The call was up. The team had ten minutes to meet him in the hangar, or they'd be left behind.
Charles hung up the phone and stared at the handset for a moment. Talking to Trish Tilby always left him a little bemused, wondering if she ever didn't sound like she was in front of a camera. He keyed in Scott's code and waited for him to answer.
When the phone rang, Scott stared at it, thinking it was a good thing he hadn't taken that nap he'd been considering. "Summers," he answered, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he continued typing.
"Pick a team to head to Texas, Scott," Charles said, without bothering with pleasantries. "The Mutant Liberation Front have taken hostages at a small radio station in Austin and Ms Tilby suggests that we might want to be in the area."
Scott stopped typing, already compiling a team roster in his head. "Are there any special circumstances I should know about?"
"The daughter of the Secretary of Defense is an intern there," Charles said, letting Scott draw his own conclusions from that tidbit. "Other than that, it's a five-story building in the media district, small amount of greenspace or parking on all sides, and it's prime listening time."
"Perfect." Five stories. He'd need fliers. Already, his team roster was being altered. "Send the details to my phone? I'm putting out a call to the team and heading down to the hangar."
"Of course. Good luck, Scott." The 'be careful' he might have added to that years ago still lingered in his voice, but time had worn away the habit of saying the words. Charles hung up the phone again and brought up the newsfeeds and Austin police dispatch transcripts on his computer screen.
[MISSION CALL.
Angel, Beast, Nightcrawler, Phase, Rogue, Storm.
Meet me in the hangar in ten. The briefing will be on the Blackbird.]
Scott clicked 'end' on his phone and pushed away from the desk. The call was up. The team had ten minutes to meet him in the hangar, or they'd be left behind.
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