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A black sedan stops at the front gate of Xavier's Academy, slowly making it's way up the driveway. It pulls to a stop in front of the main door, a man in a dark suit exits the car and approaches. He takes a moment before knocking on the door, he'd actually heard some thing about the boarding school, odd happenings, but nothing concrete from the other couriers.

But that british lawyer in the city had been adamant though, the package had to be delivered before midnight. The courier knocked on the door and waited, and after a few minutes, the door opened and revealed a smiling blonde woman behind it.

"Can I help you?" Alison asked.

"Delivery for..." He looked down, at a lost for words, "Um, er...a Scott Summers."

"I can sign for it," she said happily.

"Uh, yea. Thanks, sign here and here." He motioned to the two X's on his clipboard and leaned his head closer to Alison's. "The lawyer said he needed to get this before midnight tonight. He kept harping about before midnight, before midnight."

"Alright, well, it's before midnight," Alison mocked.

"Ya think I'm weird, you should've seen him, twittering about like a pansy."

"Uh-huh. Well, thanks, anyway." Alison took the box with both her hands and hastily closed the door with a devious smile on her face. "To Scott before midnight, huh? I wonder why?"