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| New X Men; Chapter 4 | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 7 2010, 04:04 PM (478 Views) | |
| Cat | Mar 7 2010, 04:04 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 4 “They call themselves the X Men.” Race’s normally impassive face twitched slightly as he made his way around the table. “A mutant only group from America.” He pressed a button and the scene changed to reveal video footage of an impressive battle. “This was shot yesterday by our foreign correspondent in Latveria. I think there can be little doubt who was at fault.” “Doom.” Maverick’s soft growl spoke what everyone was thinking. “Indeed.” Race pressed a button, zooming in on one of the figures. “This is the group’s suspected leader, Cyclops. Powers appear to be corrosive blast released from his eyes. I am informed they are heatless,” he turned to face the screen as a blast from Cyclops’s vision laid waste to a Doom bot. “Never the less they are effective.” He turned around to face the group, continuing to pace. “We suspect from information received that his identity is one Scott Summers, orphan son of Major Chris Summers who was MIAPD after a plane explosion nearly 20 years ago. If that so, then this man, Havok,” he pulled up a picture of a man in a black suit with circles in blue on it, “Is most probably his brother, Alex. Based on the similarity of their powers it would seem likely.” “Not that’s any real indicator.” Cat spoke up from the darkness, shaking back her dark hair. “Brothers and sisters can have completely separate powers. Look at the Maximoff twins.” Something flickered across Race’s face, as it always did at the mention of the two mutants. “Correct. However there was no evidence of Havok or another member answering to the name of Polaris, so we have reason to believe they have left the group.” He pushed a button causing the camera to zoom in on a blonde haired man with huge white wings rising out of his back. “Angel. His powers would appear self explanatory. Most probably Warren Worthington the Third.” He watched the group’s reaction to this, from the moderately interested expression of Spitfire, the awe of several of the younger members to the brief flash of concern that passed across Cat’s face. He made a mental note to tackle her about it later and continued, zooming in on a young woman with improbable green hair. “Marvel girl, various identities suggested, but the most probable is Jean Grey, daughter of a West Coast College Professor. Telepathy, including Telekinesis.” He heard a soft growl from Cat and had to agree with her. Telepaths made him nervous, even when he knew they presented no threat. “The Beast. A former Avenger, so we do have slightly more information about him on file. His real name is Hank McCoy, a former all star football, American that is, player and something of a wiz in the chemical department. Indeed that is the reason for his ape like appearance. He drank something he shouldn’t have.” “Iceman. Again his codename rather gives away his powers.” He smiled slightly. “His real name, we believe to be Robert Drake. His powers first manifested publicly when his girl friend was attacked. He encased the attacker in ice, if police reports are to be believed.” He turned to face them. “The group’s existence has been known about for some time. While processing exceptional forces and strengths, they have never been considered a viable threat, and have mostly confirmed their activities to the United States. However all that changed last night.” He zoomed out slightly, so they could see the increased numbers of mutants. “Following the Capture of the X Men, it was presumed that the group’s leader, Professor Charles Xavier would approach mutants with whom he had previously had contact with, which he did. We were thus able to insert a member into the group.” “Time Warrior.” Maverick said calmly. Race nodded. “Time warrior was instructed to report in every three days, but he has so far failed to. Normally this would not be a cause for concern, we would presume he was gaining their trust, but then this footage came to our attention.” He zoomed out. Gasps and a Hurensohn from Maverick. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Sabretooth, a.k.a. Victor Creed, a.k.a. The Slasher, El Tigre and, my personal favourite Der Schlächter.” He paused, looking around the room. “Last information we had was that the FBI had captured and was holding Sabretooth for a series of murders in New York. His presence here would appear to invalidate that information.” “Who’s he standing with?” Cat was leaning forward, evidently trying to get a better look at the opponent on the receiving end of the mutant’s claws. “The X Men.” Maverick shook his head. “Creed doesn’t play nicely with others.” “None the less it would appear he is working with them. Which makes the situation more worrying. Especially when his companion is taken into account.” He adjusted the focus to rest on a Yellow and Blue blur cutting a Doombot to pieces. “But Logan’s with the Canadians.” Cat sound like the child she had been when Race first met her back in ’39 as she regarded the screen. “Not anyone. I spoke to General Chasen early this morning. He confirmed that Logan resigned his commission unexpectedly three days ago.” He paused. “We must presume that these men and their companions are not acting under their own free will.” He paused. “With this in mind, it is our duty, our scared duty, to rescue these mutants.” He pressed a button, brining up pictures of the X Men. “Storm. Real name unknown. Powers weather manipulation.” He heard slight hissing and he had to admit he agreed with them. Weather Manipulation was a rare power in mutants. “Nightcrawler. Identified as Kurt Wagner, a suspect in a series of murder in Winzeldorf though there appears to be little real evidence aside from racial prejudice.” There was no response from the group, not that he expected ones. For mutant’s racial prejudice was a fact of life, regrettably. “Liam Kynde. Former army ranger. Powers appear to be telepathic blasts.” He clicked again. “Colossus. Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin Former citizen of the USSR, being on the KGB’s watch list since he was 10. Transforms into Organic steel, with the strength associated with that metal. “Banshee, a.k.a. Sean Cassidy. Former Interpol agent, powers a sonic scream” He frowned slightly evidently annoyed with the situation. “We have thus far being unable to gain more information on the others. Indeed we have being unable to even gain a useful image to work with.” He surveyed the group. “The European Union has made its stance on Laveria clear. That said, it’s stance on telepathic manipulation is even clearer. As a result, we have given permission to mount a rescue operation for most and a snatch and grab for Creed. There will be another briefing at 0800 hours. In the mean time I suggest you all get some rest.” As the group made to disperse, he raised his voice. “Agents Cat, Maverick, may I speak with you for a moment?” The two mutants exchanged looks, but they both remained seated until the rest of the group had vanished. Race waited until he was sure they were out of earshot (or as sure as he could, with Shade on the team), before turning to face them. "I wanted to make quite sure that your history will not have an effect on this mission.” “With all due respect sir,” Cat began, shooting a glance at Maverick. “Yes, we both have history with Logan. So does Time Warrior, so does Spitfire. You’d be hard pressed to find someone in the mutant community who hasn’t at least heard of him. The man does get around.” “I wasn’t talking about Logan,” Race said, calmly closing the file and fixing them both with his ice blue eyes. “I was referring to Victor Creed.” Faint red stains began to blossom at Cat’s finger tips, as she fought to keep her claws sheathed. Her voice, however was calm as she began, “Sir I fail to see why_” “It’s not an issue.” Maverick cut across her, his accent becoming harsher with every word. “The man who was my teammate, Victor Creed is gone. There is only Sabretooth left. There will be no issue!” Race nodded a picture of calm. “I hope not, Agent Maverick.” He rose to his feet. “Briefing, as I said is at 0800hrs. I recommend you get some rest.” ****** “Hey.” Maverick jumped, spinning around his gun drawn, when he realised it was just Cat standing in the doorway in a dress grown and bare feet, hands wrapped around a mug. “Can’t sleep either huh?” “Too much to think about.” He muttered, holstering the weapon. He and Cat may be co-leaders, purely on grounds of experience, but that didn’t mean he had to trust her. Cat’s loyalty was to Britain, purely, not to them, not the Union, not even truthfully to Race. “Always is before one of these things.” Cat observed, dropping into the chair next to him. She frowned when she realised what was on the view screen in front of him. “Is that...?” “Yes.” He altered the angle so she could have a better look. “Us, Team X training with British forces, 1963.” Cat nodded, sipping her hot chocolate. “That was after the Cuban mission, wasn’t it? You guys were sent to us, after Silver Fox betrayed you.” “Good memory.” “Your team was memorable.” She stared at them. “First time there was a major team consisting solely of mutants.” “Not sure Team X counts as major.” Cat shrugged. “What’s the problem?” “Here.” He pressed the play button. “Watch how they fight. Both relying more on their skills than their powers.” “Too little knowledge, too risky to rely on Powers.” Cat agreed. “This is the footage for the fight, yesterday.” He watched as Cat frowned. “Virtually no difference.” “They’re both skilled combats.” Cat said, cautiously. “But their styles should have changed, should have altered if only slightly over the years.” Fumbling slightly, he continued. “Here,” pulling up another screen. “This is us training last week.” He watched as Cat frowned as she watched the scene play out. “This is strange.” “I know.” “But,” Cat shrugged. “So is everything else about this mission.” ****** “O.K. officially we can’t get clearance for this, so we’re going to have to change tactics.” Cat stood at the head of the table, and nodded to Maverick, who pulled up a semantics. “Our information states that they left Laveria in an “liberated” Car. Cross the border a little over a day ago. We are intercepting them here.” He pointed to a point on the map, off the well beaten trap. Despite being exhausted, no one was sleeping. Creed had been right, there was enough room for all of them, but it was still a squeeze. Logan had been in worse places, tighter ones too. Falling asleep wasn’t a problem, but he’d smelt blood on Creed. He hadn’t yet had the courage to ask any of the others what had happened, but he’d been on enough missions with Creed to know how the man liberated vehicles. Might explain how the Elf couldn’t even look in the direction of either of them, while the Belgian's kid was staring out the window, as though seeking answers. “We near your home?” He asked, more to break the oppressive silence than anything else. The kid jumped. “Huh? Oh No.” He didn’t seem eager to continue the conversation, so Logan let it go. Internally, he sighed. This was going to be a long trip. “If the vehicle’s being liberated from Doom, then there’s no way it won’t contain at least one computer chip.” Maverick glance at the small man sitting at the end of the table. “Geek. You are responsible for getting the car to stop.” “Ermm. Ok” at the looks from his commanders. “It’s just...I’ve never tried with anything that I didn’t have a direct connection to.” “No better time to learn.” Cyclops frowned. “Something’s wrong?” Jean asked, leaning over. Creed smirked, earning him a glare from Logan. “Something’s wrong. The car keeps...” he shook his head. “There it did it again. The car keeps shorting out.” “We’re outnumbered here and majorly out of our weight class. So we’re going to have to do this sneakily.” She pulled up an image. “Logan is the major threat. Creed is the most dangerous, but Logan is better thinker. However, he has a major weakness.” She pressed a button, pulling up a picture of Wolverine battling the hulk. “His skeleton is laced with Adamtium. That makes it unbreakable, but also means his bones can conduct electricity! Bradley, your job is hitting him as hard and as fast as you can.” The high schooler paused, looking uncertain. “But won’t that...?” “Logan has a healing factor. Believe me; he’ll be up and about before we even get him back there.” This was a trap. But it felt familiar, in a strange way. Logan leapt out, sniffing the air. In the brushes, Bradley breathed in. One shot. The bolt was swift. One moment he was standing by the car, next electricity coursed along his skeleton like lightening, but there were no clouds in the sky. “Shade, you’re up next.” Maverick’s lips curled as he said her name. He didn’t like her, hadn’t wanted her on his team. But the Belgium’s had argued that the group had too many with loyalty to Britain, and the Union had back them up. “They’ve theoretically got three flyers. We’ve got one.” “And a bit.” Cat added, reminding them that if pushed Bradley could levlitate from the charged particles in the air. “Take out as many as you can before they’re aware what hits them, But Stay Away From Creed.” “If you insist, mon ami” the French woman leant back, blowing slightly on her nails. Maverick shook his head. “Wolverine? What on earth...?” A shadow moves around, past Creed into the car. Fist thrown punches unseen. A couple she chloroforms. They’re tired, slow. They never know what hits them. “Creed is ours.” Maverick said, carefully checking his weapon. Creed stood, snarling at the scent of burning flesh in the air, at Logan lying out cold by his side. “WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? WHAT DO YOU WANT?” He screamed at the night. A single shot rang out. “You know who we are.” He glanced up, confused by the familiar scent, the familiar accent. Maverick stood above him, a smoking gun in hand, staring down at Creed like he was some sort of animal. “On behalf of the European Crisis and Hazard Operations team, you are under arrest.” He said, softly, before aiming a strong solid kick at Creed’s head. ******* TBC Edited by Cat, Mar 7 2010, 04:42 PM.
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| Gorvar | Mar 7 2010, 04:29 PM Post #2 |
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AWESOME! Just....WOW! And this is just part 1 right? Damn, cant wait to see more. Right, nerd hyperness fading...must give comments. I loved Cat here, very Spy orientated. I loved how you used the previous chapters to show the group's weaknesses and strengths, wonder how the X-men and most importantly...how TW will get out of this. Devided loyalties..it's a bitch haha. One more thing, loved the fighting style descriptions. The mindwipe actually pulled them back a few decades in fighting style, a well thought out piece of trivia there, kudos. Now, the bad bit.......it's spelled Belgian's. Dont worry, Belgium is small anyway, we suck haha. if it helps Shade has a thing with Tw, his Black Cat to his Spider-man if you will. Edited by Gorvar, Mar 7 2010, 04:39 PM.
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| Cat | Mar 7 2010, 04:41 PM Post #3 |
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OOPs sorry. (goes to correct that). This is why I need a beta for all my stories. I'm glad you like it so far. |
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| Gorvar | Mar 7 2010, 05:23 PM Post #4 |
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Yeh it's dope Cat, kudos! Cant wait for the big battle scene. Edited by Gorvar, Mar 7 2010, 05:23 PM.
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| Cat | Mar 8 2010, 04:26 PM Post #5 |
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“You have no right to do this.” “I think you’ll find we do.” Race carefully shuffled some papers on his desk. “You have just come from a country within the Iron Curtain, despite its claims to be independent, failing to pass any check points. You have no papers, and a Citizen or comrade, I suppose of the USSR with. With these facts in mind,” He gazed up into Cyclops eyes. “I could hold you and your companions for as long as I wanted.” He paused. “In spite of this, you and most of your companions are not under arrest. Indeed only one of you is.” “Who?” “Victor Creed. Or as he is better known to the populace of the area,” Race observed, returning his attention to the piece of paper he’d been studying “Der Schlächter” ***** “You can’t pretend you’re not excited.” “Yes I can, because I’m not.” Bradley looked at Antony with a slightly pitying glance. Antony snorted. “Come on. It’s Wolverine. You can’t pretend they don’t talk about him a lot. Him and Creed pretty much make up the basis of their conversation during training.” “Rarely favourably about Creed.” Antony nodded, having to concede the point. “But come on. The guy’s wanted in virtually every country. There’s a cat fight going on in the UN over who get to charge him first.” “You’re hoping for Italy.” It was a cheap shot, but McGee shrugged. “We were there during the worst of it.” He said softly. “My sister, she was the same age as the girls. My mum wouldn’t let her out of her sight the whole time we were there. Wouldn’t let me either.” He shrugged. “I’m just relieved we have him.” Abby hung on desperately, as they passed though into what appeared to be the control room. Spotting a table, she jumped off McGee’s jacket as the two men passed through a door. Slowly, she increased her size so that she was about 6 inches tall. She walked over to the computer. Cyclops’s plan had been very clear. Shut down the security system and open the doors. But...she froze staring at the computer screen. It would be nice to know what they were talking about. ***** Logan paced like a caged beast. As the door to the room he was being held in opened, he spun around, punching the man who walked through the door. Cat’s claw came out. “It’s O.K.” Maverick muttered, picking himself up. “He pulled his punch.” “Not sure why!” Logan growled, moving over to the bed. “You want to explain what’s going on?” “Was hoping you could do the same.” Maverick observed, rubbing his chin. “You want to tell me what you’re thinking hanging out with Creed?” “What are you blabbering about?” Maverick’s brows grew together. “Dam it Logan, you of all people, know Creed’s a psycho.” He looked at the other mutant’s confused face. Cat reached over, grabbing a jacket off the door. “Come on.” She said, “There’s something we have to show you.” ***** “It should be... Scheisse !” Maverick pulled himself up swearing. “I think it’s about five paces to the left.” Cat muttered. Maverick snorted. She oucld at least see in the darkness of the night. “No.” He didn’t know how, but this place, this route felt familiar, especially in the dark. “It’s over here.” He pushed the overhanging branches of a Rowan tree and stepped forward, finding himself staring down at a simple Celtic Cross. “Janice Hollenbeck.” Cat said, softly coming up behind him. “Age 25. Her first mission for the CIA, when she was betrayed, we still don’t know by whom. Team X was sent in to retrieve her.” “We found her.” Maverick muttered, softly. “But we didn’t save her.” He paused. “She died 20th October 1969. Creed killed her.” “Shot her.” Cat observed. “You accused him of panicking, of shooting her so that she wouldn’t slow down your escape. Maverick here says there was no reason.” Logan shook his head, trying to clear it. It couldn’t be try, Creed wasn’t a coward. He could tell Maverick and Cat were telling what they believed to be the truth. But it couldn’t be true. So why did it feel true? Slowly, he turned to stare at the grave stone. The name and the dates were exactly as they said. Beneath it the words, seek and ye shall find. “What does this mean?” he asked, pointing. “Matthew chapter 7. Verse 7.” Cat observed. “But as to why you chose that,” she shrugged. “No one knows. Just that you threatened to break my friend’s nose if he didn’t put that there.” She shrugged. “Your motives, only you know.” ****** Abby was shaking like a leaf. This couldn’t be true. Professor Xavier wouldn’t employ a man like this. Yet the files kept coming up. Berlin 20 dead. Paris 60 dead, Leningrad 90. New York 120. She shook her head. She couldn’t afford to think like this. Carefully, she pulled out her portable database. She had to look at this when she had more time. ****# “What on earth?” Cat yelled, covering her ears. Maverick glanced at her confused for a moment, before he heard it too. A low buzzing noise, causing him to fall forward, hands over his ears. A blush of green and yellow was flying towards them. He reached for his gun, but found it knocked away. “I’m sorry kid.” And the worse thing was it sounded true. “Logan wait.” He was struggling, fighting for consciousness, but he knew he had to do this. “There’s a file. In my room. Everything you need to know. Is there.” He passed out. ***** The atmosphere in the jet they had liberated was worse than it had been in the car. Electron didn’t seem able to stop shaking. And Cyclops kept looking in the direction of the two mutants, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. TW was more silent that ever. Logan shook his head. He didn’t believe Maverick. Kid must have been brain washed or somethin’. If that was so, demanded a small voice in his head, why did you take the file? end of chapter 4 |
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| Gorvar | Mar 8 2010, 04:58 PM Post #6 |
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Awesome chapter, you really put Cyclops' tactical mind down and gave Abby a special moment for the fic. The disbelief of Chalres using a man like Creed sounds untrue to the rest of the group, but sometimes the reality is hard to swallow. Well done cat. |
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| Cat | Mar 9 2010, 02:38 AM Post #7 |
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Thanks. I was nervous about this chapter, as I had a bad day yesterday, and I thought it came through in the chapter. apparently less than I thought. Thank you |
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| Gorvar | Mar 9 2010, 07:39 AM Post #8 |
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What happend? if i may ask? |
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| Cat | Mar 10 2010, 03:25 AM Post #9 |
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Just one of those days where you're in a bad mood with the world for no reason. That plus I'm revising for my final exams, which means My worlds shinks to the size of my room. Never fun. |
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| Gorvar | Mar 10 2010, 05:51 AM Post #10 |
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Good luck then Cat. |
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