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The door to the Danger Room opened and Jubilee came through it, a dejected look on her face. She plopped down on the hall floor with most of the other trainees.
“Welcome to Valhalla,” Sam said.
“I really thought I was going to survive that time. But the computer said I didn’t. What does it know?”
“Getting snuffed sucks, but I think we’re doing better,” Amara said. “We don’t die as quickly as we used to. And these joint exercises are good for us. I learn a lot from watching the main team in action.”
A little while later, the door opened again, and Tiffany entered, her claws still out. Seeing how crowded the hallway was, she quickly pulled them back in, and then sat with everybody else.
“Damn, Tiff,” Ray said. “You’re always the last one of us to die. You’ll be on the real team before you know it.”
“I didn’t live the longest this time. Bobby is still in there.”
“Well, he’s been on more real missions than most of us. He was there when they were chasing that spider thing all over London.”
“Only because he stowed away on the Blackbird,” Jubilee pointed out. “Not because he earned it.”
“He doesn’t follow the rules, either,” Tabitha observed. “A guy after my own heart.”
“By the way, Tiffany,” Jubilee said. “I’m really happy that the Professor got SHIELD out of your face so you can stay.”
All of the other trainees expressed similar sentiments.
“Wow, thanks, guys. That’s quite a change from the early days, when everyone wished the Professor would get rid of me.”
“That was a different girl,” Sam said. “You’re a hell of a lot more fun than she was.”
Tiffany grinned. “I don’t miss her either. Y’know, thinking of the old X-23 as somebody else really helps. It allows me to disconnect. I just think of her shitty life and go ‘oh, the poor thing, good thing I’m not her’, just like everybody else does. Kind of a Jedi mind trick, I guess, but it works.” Read the rest of this entry »
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Kitty’s driving is improving at little, Scott thought. Riding with her has downgraded from absolute terror to concerned alarm. He tried to hang on as she changed lanes suddenly, with only a cursory check for existing occupants of the target lane. “Damn it, Kitty, you’ve got to check the blind spot!”
“This is like a thrill ride,” Amara said from the back seat. “People pay money for this.”
“It’s not me,” Kitty protested. “It’s all these crazy fuckers on the road.”
As they passed an intersection, Scott noticed that the cross street was blocked on both sides by what appeared to be military vehicles. “What the hell? Is there a parade today? And why would the National Guard be doing crowd control anyway?”
“That isn’t regular military!” Tiffany yelled. “It’s fucking SHIELD!” She tried to scrunch down in the seat, but that was difficult in the almost nonexistent back seat of the sports car, even for a small person. She laid down sideways, her head in Amara’s lap, hoping the hair color and sunglasses had been enough to prevent recognition.
The next cross-street was blocked in a similar fashion, and the one after that. “This is a big operation,” Scott observed. “What the fuck is going on?”
Finally that became clear. Up ahead the road in front of them was also blocked. Scott looked back so see more SHIELD vehicles behind them. “Son of a bitch! They’re after us!”
“No,” Tiffany corrected. “They’re after me. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. They tracked me down.” She sat up again.
Kitty prepared to just phase the car through the roadblock, but then she noticed an alley just ahead of it and made a wild turn into it. It was fairly narrow and she came close to scraping the sides until she got the car under control.
“This is a trap, Kitty,” Tiffany said. “They wanted you to do that.” She may have been ignorant of a lot of things, but combat tactics was not one of them.
“She’s right,” Scott agreed. “We were herded into the alley.”
Tiffany sighed. “Slow down so that I can jump out. I’m the one they want. You guys get out of here.” She gritted her teeth. “But they won’t take me without a fight. I’ve spent enough time as a captive.” Read the rest of this entry »
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