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She ignored the clinks and the clanks, the shattering of glass and the spillage of chemicals. Instead, a new look of anger that screamed ‘you dare question me right now’ spread across her face and instead of a verbal explanation she instead held up the crumble balled note and tossed it towards the blue-furry-chemist.
“Check it for yourself. He totally blew off our Buffy Marathon too!” she seethed, hiding beneath her mask of anger, trying to convince herself that he must have only left today and that he did indeed blow her off for this and it wasn’t something that he had left to do a few days in advance. In truth, she was actually dreadfully worried.
Hank’s head pulled back instinctively with the sudden flash fo white tossed at him, but he caught the paper deftly, and took a peek, slipping on his reading glasses. After a few seconds, her looked back at Kitty, his face now more understanding and concerned. “Mendez, Mexico? That area is a high drug war zone. If he’s doing a job there…” He pulled his glasses off, putting them on the table and nodding. “Alright, we’ll go, but I have to let the professor know, and we need more than just you and me, in case.”
“Professor, there’s a situation. Lance Alvers has gone to Mendez, Mexico for a mercenary contract. It’s possible he might be in serious danger, with the drug cartel activity. I have Kitty, and we’re both ready to go any minute, but we might need more help for this one. Please let everyone know that help is appreciated and needed.”
He walked past Kitty, gesturing for her to follow. “Come on, and get into your uniform. Meet me by the X-Jet in five minutes.”
When the Professor received the very-sudden message, he found himself worried about their forces—lately, they had been quite dry for participants, and who was remaining had scarce little power… with the exception of a unit or two who were either in no shape for fighting or highly un-trusted.
It shall be done, the telepath assured, moving to make an announcement over the PA.
“X-Men; we are at a dark hour. One of our fellow mutants has taken a grave risk, and needs our help—those of you suited for a mission, suit up and meet by the X-Jet. Lance Alvers could be in very serious peril.”
As soon as the PA shut off, the old man sighed quietly, face in one hand, and took in a steadying breath. “Let’s hope we’re ready for this.”
With that, he beat a quick path to the X-Jet to meet with the others.
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