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Post by Magneto on Jun 30, 2005 15:08:28 GMT -5
Magneto packed light. He did not need much and didn't plan to be in the States long. He levitated up into the sleek, state of the art jet. Stowing his small pack and he sat down in the pilot's seat, beginning the preflight protocols. It was annoying to have to fly the machine, but some of their member where incapable of flight on their own and he needed his entire group for this mission.
The jet prepared for flight, Erik sat back in the pilot's seat, impatient to get to Washington D.C. They had very little time to formulate a plan of attack and put it into motion. But he refused to fail. The future of mutant kind depended on this bill not being passed. For now, all he could do was wait for his team to arrived. Then they could go deal with the problem.
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Post by exodus on Jul 1, 2005 8:31:48 GMT -5
Exodus walked into the Hanger Bay and noticed that the jet was already prepped. This was the first time he'd been on it and he hoped it would be his last. He could telekinetically lift himself to follow the jet but with his pounding headache, he decided to enter and take a seat. Sabretooth, right behind him, took a seat as well. Now they waited for the two new members.
Exodus sat back and wondered about his teleportation powers. If he could get all of them there in a second, it would be so much easier than wasting the time of flying there. Not that Exodus didn't enjoy flying, but he would rather do it without the use of the jet. He relied on his powers and he enjoyed using them to their fullest extent. The more he pushed himself, the stronger he became.
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Post by Black Tom on Jul 1, 2005 23:07:56 GMT -5
Tom walked up the stairway into the Jet. It was large enough to accomodate many more than they had going. Even better for them, nice and spacious. This disfunctional group wouldn't even have to speak to each other. Knowing that, Tom walked directly to Exodus. "Here, in the spirit of professionalism, take one more sip of whiskey." He said handing Exodus a small airplane bottle of Jack Daniels. "Then drink as much water as you can for the next few hours." He handed Exodus a whole case of bottled water he lifted from the kitchen. "That will get rid of hangover you're no doubt hiding from everyone."
Tom then walked across the floor and took a seat at the othe end of the jet. Smiling back at Exodus he raised one finger and said "Just one sip." not that he could get anymore out of that bottle.
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Post by Siryn on Jul 2, 2005 0:05:55 GMT -5
Theresa followed close behind Tom, a bit curious now as to why he was carting around a case full of bottled water but she never questioned it. As he stopped to talk to Exodus, she moved past him to find a seat next to a window. Turning toward the window, she looked out without seeing as the hanger wasn't that interesting to see.
She couldn't get over how different her life was since she received that letter almost two days before. Turning back from the window, Theresa pulled her knees up, rested her feet on her chair and her chin on her knees. Her sweater and cloak were sitting in an overhead compartment, out of the way.
When Tom sat down next to her, she looked over at him. He seemed to be quite pleased with himself for some reason and it made her smile. She had always enjoyed his playful nature even if she had no idea what he was doing at that moment.
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Post by exodus on Jul 2, 2005 6:12:44 GMT -5
Exodus would not be fooled again by this villainous liquid. There was no way he was going to drink it again. He took the bottle and tossed it out of the plane. The hangover, as Black Tom put it, was a reminder of his own folly. Staring Black Tom in the eyes, he wondered what his purpose was with trying to poison him again right before a mission.
"Now is not the time for this," Exodus said, his anger was rising once again. Until this man was dealt with, his anger rose at the very sight of this Black Tom. "We are going into a mission. There is no time for games," Exodus grabbed a bottle of water and drank it slowly. This substance was something he could count on not being sick from.
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Post by Black Tom on Jul 2, 2005 19:39:57 GMT -5
Black Tom shook his head at Exodus's reaction. "Suit yourself. You obviously know more about drinking than I do." He wasn't smiling this time. His face was more apathetic than anything else. He wasn't trying to trick Exodus into anything this time. Nevermind He said to himself. He got into a comfortable position and closed his eyes, deciding to get a little sleep on the way to America.
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Post by Magneto on Jul 3, 2005 11:18:11 GMT -5
Magneto shook his head at by play between Exodus and Black Tom. He would have chuckled to himself at the thought of Bennet drunk, but the grim times had stolen his sense of humor for now. He glanced over his shoulder. "Buckle yourselves in," he ordered, starting the jet and activating the hangar bay doors with his powers.
Erik's thoughts were very much on their destination and what they would do when they arrived. The jet had stealth capabilities, and he could land it in an abandoned airfield on the edge of the city. He was wanted internationally for the Paul Martin Containment Facility break in, as well as other crimes and Exodus and Sabretooth stuck out where ever they went. That was where their newest members would be useful. "Black Tom," he said as he taxied the jet out of the hangar. "When we land, it will be yours and Theresa's job to procure us an appropriate form of transportation into the city. I'm sure it will a task you'll finding terribly simple, but a necessary one." He glanced back at Victor. "Preferably a van of some sort, with few windows."
"The rest of us will remain at the landing site until you have returned. Until it is necessary to do otherwise, we will keep a low profile," he continued. "It will do us no good to reveal ourselves until there is nothing Charles nor the American military can do about it."
Magneto concentrated solely on piloting the jet for take-off. His orders had been given. He expected no back talk or questioning. They would make more exacting plans once they were in Washington, hidden in their hotel room.
[[ Exit Magneto, Exodus, Sabretooth, Black Tom and Siryn to Flying to Washington D.C. ]]
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