11-19-2018, 03:23 AM
“Well, you can call me Marcel after this is all over,” whispered back towards the male, though in all honesty, neither Storm nor Iceman were overly strict about conversations until the got off the jet itself. Still, Marcel noticed that Clay never actually found repulse in the partial compliment the hydrokinetic gave him. Why not shoot his shot, so to say? “Maybe when everything is said and done, you could join a few of us at the bar the celebrate or mope. It’s what we usually do every once in a while.”
Now, it was time to get a bit serious. As the hull of the jet lowered into a walkway, the first thing the figurative sky goddess did was take to the skies. Her brown eyes faded, replaced by thunderous white as a dense fog began to fill the cold night air. Soon, she landed back on the ground, heels tapping against gravel as she walked towards the team.
“The MRD is moving in on the neighborhood,” she informed them. “The subject in question is Mark “MK” Sandifer. After talking with his parents earlier, they’ve agreed to let us bring him to the Academy. The problem is, of course, the MRD and even the Brotherhood refuse to let that be the solution. We can’t let him get into the government or the enemy’s hands. We have to move quick, but if a fight must come, be prepared for anything.”
Of course, the mistake was having James Howlett on the defense side of things. All it ever took for mutant who was the best there was at what he does to do is just run his mouth and things like this, the sounds of explosions popping off nearby, would occur. They could hear the bickering on the comm links. Wolverine ran his mouth off at Sabertooth, his sworn enemy. The Brotherhood was here, which meant the MRD could not be far off as well. Thankfully, there was the fog to help lower visibility.
“Move fast,” Storm commanded as she took to the skies. Iceman blasted particles into the air as he took off on an ice ramp constantly forming. As for Marcel? Well, he could be fancy or he could be stealthy. He chose the latter.
“Let’s scout the houses out,” he said while walking rather quickly.
Now, it was time to get a bit serious. As the hull of the jet lowered into a walkway, the first thing the figurative sky goddess did was take to the skies. Her brown eyes faded, replaced by thunderous white as a dense fog began to fill the cold night air. Soon, she landed back on the ground, heels tapping against gravel as she walked towards the team.
“The MRD is moving in on the neighborhood,” she informed them. “The subject in question is Mark “MK” Sandifer. After talking with his parents earlier, they’ve agreed to let us bring him to the Academy. The problem is, of course, the MRD and even the Brotherhood refuse to let that be the solution. We can’t let him get into the government or the enemy’s hands. We have to move quick, but if a fight must come, be prepared for anything.”
Of course, the mistake was having James Howlett on the defense side of things. All it ever took for mutant who was the best there was at what he does to do is just run his mouth and things like this, the sounds of explosions popping off nearby, would occur. They could hear the bickering on the comm links. Wolverine ran his mouth off at Sabertooth, his sworn enemy. The Brotherhood was here, which meant the MRD could not be far off as well. Thankfully, there was the fog to help lower visibility.
“Move fast,” Storm commanded as she took to the skies. Iceman blasted particles into the air as he took off on an ice ramp constantly forming. As for Marcel? Well, he could be fancy or he could be stealthy. He chose the latter.
“Let’s scout the houses out,” he said while walking rather quickly.