Despite Erik's confidence that Ororo would side with him, she barely waited for him to explain the situation before cutting him off. [i "You're being stupid and overprotective,"] she crossed her arms over her chest.
[b "You can't be serious,"] he huffed.
[i "The girl has survived this long without you. I think she can handle herself. She doesn't need a hot head like you rushing in there trying to play knight in shining armor, blowing up her plan,"] Storm didn't back down.
Seeing he was outnumbered and knowing full well it would be pointless to argue with the two of them, he stormed across the jet towards the bunks in the back. [b "Fine. Go in alone,"] he snarled.
[b "That's exactly what I mean. You'll be more obvious. I can waltz in there and get what we need. That'd be so much easier than the other part of the mission,"] Kenna thought it seemed easy and she had a good idea of what to do.
[b "You...you've survived using what you have to get what you need. I have always needed it since I was a teenager just to survive. Persuading others to bend my way is my survival."]
That statement was more in a bitter tone, the past she hated. [b "We'll see what she says then."]
Erik grit his teeth town, already feeling a flare of unease at her suggestion. [b "You want me to let you waltz into an office full of people who want our kind dead, alone?"] his tone gave away his disbelief. [b "We're already down a teammate. If I manage to lose you to them as well as the kid, Storm is going to murder me herself."]
The plan wasn't exactly stupid, given how capable she was. It was more along the line that he was getting attached to her company, despite his best efforts. God, it was becoming annoying.
[b "Let's get Storm's opinion. If she agrees, and only if she agrees, we'll go with your plan. I'm not going to be responsible for losing Xavier's kid, and ward,"] he sighed.
[b "Let's just leave out what happened between us? She will be upset..."] Kenna chuckled dryly. It wasn't funny but it wasn't a moment when she couldn't help t. [b "By the look of it, snow is pretty rare so that would make all of the employees unable to come."]
When they notice him more than her. She looked to him and gave a thoughtful look. [b "Maybe I should go in alone. I know...dangerous but I can use my abilities and get the information."]
[b "You're not wrong,"] he admitted. [b "There were no clothes scattered around, so he definitely didn't have energy to change out of his suit. If she had backup, it wouldn't take much to restrain him while they got the syringe to knock him out. Maybe the tv was just precaution, in case he put up a bigger fight."]
It was a setback in their mission. A big one. They were supposed to get through this quietly, but now they were going to have to stage an escape for their captured teammate, with who knows how many other scientists being aware of who they are. They didn't even know what they were going to be marching in to.
[b "Should we alert Storm that we'll be taking a little detour? If we need a quick extraction, I can't think of a better choice than a weather witch to give us cover,"] his fingers tapped the table, antsy to get started.
[b "We...were doing what felt good and probably a very natural course for that night,"] Kenna stabbed the fruit with the fork before looking back up to him. [b "I have no idea how he did that if he was so drunk. I mean, sounds really aren't..."]
Trailing it off she looked to him before cursing to herself. They worked quickly.
[b "He's a lightweight. There's no way he'd stay awake long enough to turn on the television and even undress himself. They must have came in very shortly after, staged it, and even if we were paying attention...fuck...at least we have a location."]
She wasn't wrong, but Erik was quick to defend their actions. [b "We couldn't know that we were being watched. She played a rather convincing drunk looking to get laid. She didn't even put up a fight when we left with him. Nothing out of the ordinary, and we didn't see anyone follow us back."]
He sat back in his chair, not wanting to admit wrongdoing. [b "He was the one who turned the television up ungodly loud. If he hadn't done that, we would have heard the scuffle, and been right there to stop it."]
Knowing he was going to cause a fight with his attitude, he glanced over at her. [b "At most, all three of us are at fault."]
Kenna wondered how long the effects would take place. In fact he would know what the torture would feel like that was placed on the others. She grabbed his arm to steady herself, not used to that much mental excretion.
It took three cups of coffee to clear some of her head and then some good food. She looked to him tapping her fingers. Once again, she had turned her back on Jamie.
[b "God...we really screwed up this time...let's hope we can turn it around,"] she said rubbing her forehead.
[b "Let him sit and think about what he's done,"] Erik spoke like a condescending parent, patting their hostage roughly on the cheek.
Outside of the room, he locked the door before reaching a hand to keep her steady. He didn't know what it was like to transfer energy between two people, but from the looks of it, it was more draining than expected. [b "You can take it easy for the next little while. It's my turn to play with them,"] he was eager to use his powers, out of frustration alone.
There were noticeably fewer guests at breakfast, but Erik chalked it up to them nursing hangovers from the night before. He helped himself to coffee and bacon, not feeling very hungry. [b "We'll check out the office once we're done here. I assume she'll have him near the top floor."]
[b "We'll need to keep him busy for a little while. Maybe a little bit of....anxiety...see what happens,"] Kenna smirked. She didn't feel all the way up for more but needed to make sure he was kept busy.
Ignoring the muttering she placed her hands on him again, focusing on the anxiety. Secretly it was a feeling she knew well, and this time given to him.
Taking a shaky breath she closed her eyes. [b "I need some coffee and food, first. That's not something...God...If you ever ask me to do this again, I'll say no."]
It didn't feel good to do that, but she knew they were running out of time.
The process was fascinating to watch. The man was shaking under her control, and his skin took on a grey pallor as she dug around for whatever she was looking for. Erik didn't feel a shred of guilt over the mental torture. They'd given him two chances already. If it were up to him, the man would have been dead after the first chance.
[b "Well that must not have felt great,"] he drawled sarcastically to the hostage with his arms over his chest. [b "She'll go back for round two unless you start telling us everything. Who is Vicky, and what would she want with our colleague?"]
He resisted the urge to place either of his hands on Kenna to keep her steady on her feet. Her powers looked to have drained her of some of her energy, but she stood strong on her feet. Despite the mental exhaustion, her determination seemed just as strong.
[i "She's an investor. She goes to labs around the country to fund projects that can earn her a profit. Whatever she took your friend for, he probably owed her money or something. You guys are from a lab, right? Maybe you defaulted on her payment."]
[b "Still haven't told us where she's taken him,"] Erik was growing bored with him. [b "I'm running out of patience to keep you alive, so you need to convince me that you're not worth killing."]
[i "Her office building isn't far from here. Big skyscraper. Can't miss it. The windows look like mirrors. She's probably got him there to get whatever she's owed."]
Erik glanced at Kenna. [b "I promise you that she will get exactly what she's owed,"] he rolled his sleeves to his elbows. [b "Now, what should we do with him?"] he aimed the question to her.
[b "You have my friend...I will find him...and you will regret ever lying to me,"] Kenna leaned down staring the man in the face with a hard look. In most time she looked disinterested but Jamie was her friend.
The man began saying the same thing before she placed a hand on his receding forehead. Closing her eyes she dug deep, going through the layers of filth. It took two minutes to get deep enough before transferring the emotions of those taken. She had a hard time shaking those feelings because they were so strong.
It was amazing to feel him withering underneath her mind, that proud mind just melting into a shaking body and the tears.
[b "Stop! Stop! I know where Vicky would take him!"] Finally the sound came from his lips.
She took a step back, almost falling over from the massive drain. He looked dreadful and she had clearly shaken him. The man deserved it, she thought closing her eyes.
Erik was quickly growing annoyed and tired of the middle aged man's bumbling comments. [b "We could make this a hell of a lot harder on you, so why don't you save your dignity and speak up,"] he drawled, nostrils flaring in frustration.
[i "I don't even know who you're talking about!"] the man tried to break free of the metal cuffs securing him to the chair.
Kenna seemed eager to move things along a little more violently, which he was all the ready for. [b "As you wish,"] he gestured to the prisoner.
The room was full of metal that Erik could easily manipulate into causing grievous bodily harm to the scientist. Screws from the furniture that he could drill into his arms. Decorative candelabras that he could twist around his neck. The options were endless, really.
Still, he wanted to see what she could do.
[b "Very high..."] Kenna answered in a tense tone.
It didn't take long to find him nursing a gin and tonic. As nicely as she could she coaxed him away to a very quiet area. He was sure he was getting lucky when he really was not.
This was entirely new but she had an idea. Nodding to Erik, where the man was unbottoning his shirt.
[b "I'd keep your shirt on. We have some questions,"] Kenna said slowly moving over to him and pushed him down. Erik could take front on this, and she would just add her influence.
Over and over again, was the same thing, he didn't know. He didn't want to hurt mutants. She gave a disgusted sound and looked to Erik. [b "All lies...Mind if I try a new trick? Promise he wouldn't agree with it."]
His mind flashed back to the night before, and the woman who had been clinging to Tristan like he was a slab of meat, or the perfect revenge against a neglectful husband. Erik barely paid her any attention, quickly concocting their scheme to get him away from her.
[b "Your target started vendettas with half of the scientists here last night,"] he turned to look at her. [b "What do you think the odds are that we could get him to talk? He might have a lead on who she is and where we can find her."]
Internally, he was raging against himself. This was a major setback. Had he kept his pants on last night, they may have heard the scuffle next door and come to his rescue before the kidnappers made off with him. Now they were going to have to detour on their mission to make sure he hasn't been killed.
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