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Post by malgray on Aug 10, 2005 20:21:56 GMT -5
Nothing special just a hidden Landing Zone for the BB. Xavier prob has serveral of them around the world in different locations.
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Post by Banshee on Aug 26, 2005 21:23:07 GMT -5
((Continued from X-Jet Hanger))
Sean unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up and stretched as they landed in Washington, D. C. It had only been an hour, but somehow the flight had seemed longer. Maybe it was everything Betsy had told him about this "White Queen", but he wasn't sure of what they might find in D. C. He thought to himself,
'What was Charles thinkin, alignin himself, and the rest of us with these people'
He turned to Betsy, hoping he was ready for his first mission. The sight of her uniform once again distracting him from thoughts of the mission, this White Queen person, and Magneto. He shook his head, to clear his mind,
"So, do we know where Charles is?"
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Post by malgray on Sept 8, 2005 10:08:35 GMT -5
Looking down at the readout on the control panel he couldn't help but let out a disgusted sigh. A thousand thoughts entered Logans mind, most were trival, but others bordered on paranoia. . He was more concerned about the professor and the others then he had let on, and he had decided to keep it that way for his sanity as well as the others on his team.
"All right, stealth mode is still operational, so we are good to go on that end. We will need a ariel survelliance of the entire area, just to make sure we are in a secure location." Logan nearly laughed at his own voice, he never did like giving orders, but in this case he knew the drill.
"Any volunteers?"
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Post by Psylocke on Sept 9, 2005 8:45:07 GMT -5
Logan and Hank landed the Blackbird effortlessly and Betsy had to smile at how quickly Logan had decided it was time he learned to fly after the fiasco in Africa a couple of months ago. On the way over, she had briefed Sean on Emma Frost and what her powers consisted of and her affiliations. She was still slightly stunned that Charles would stoop to working with both Magneto and the White Queen and she couldn't shake the feeling that he knew more then he was letting on. Which made getting to him and getting answers a priority.
Once they landed, Betsy was out of her seat and reading over Logan's shoulder. Her eyes scanned the information coming across the computer screen and she heard Sean ask, "So, do we know where Charles is?"
Glancing back at him briefly, she replied, “He's still at the hotel although with the hearing starting soon, he will be leaving.” She frowned at that thought. They needed to talk to him before the hearing.
Logan chimed in with, "All right, stealth mode is still operational, so we are good to go on that end. We will need a aerial survelliance of the entire area, just to make sure we are in a secure location. Any volunteers?"
Betsy frowned at him and said, “The only one who can fly is Sean. He'll have to do it. Besides, I'm going to try to contact Charles and let him know we're here. Maybe we can stall him long enough to find out the bloody hell he is thinking.”
She was about to walk back to her seat to begin the process of contacting him when she noticed something on one of the computer screens. Stepping between Logan and Hank to get a better look, she touched the screen and said, “There's an awful lot of psychic energy coming from the hotel. Look at those readings. Even with Charles, Jean and Emma there, that's more then they would put out normally. Could there be something else involved? Or even more concerning, could there now be a high level psychic working for Magneto?”
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Post by Banshee on Sept 9, 2005 10:20:18 GMT -5
“The only one who can fly is Sean. He'll have to do it. Besides, I'm going to try to contact Charles and let him know we're here. Maybe we can stall him long enough to find out the bloody hell he is thinking.”
Sean grinned, that question was on his mind as well. He walked up to the front of the jet, to join the rest of his new team. He heard Betsy mention something about a high level psychic working for Magneto. Great, just what they needed, more trouble, like what Betsy had told him about the “White Queen” and what he already knew about Magneto wasn’t bad enough.
“All righ’, I’m on look out then.” He exited the jet, noting the surroundings carefully, his instincts on high alert. Seeing no one in the near vicinity, he used his sonic powers to lift himself easily into the air. He surveyed the area carefully, scanning for any hint that they were not alone.
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