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pryde_and_grit) wrote2009-07-02 12:43 am
pryde_and_grit) wrote2009-07-02 12:43 am
Spirits walking
Kit had taken a motorcycle up to the woods around the target. In the saddle bags were some of Logan's clothes, his wallet stuffed full of small cash and replacement credit cards, and one little drugged dragon curled around a whiskey bottle. He'd be asleep for days...which was good, it might take her that long to get through this. She'd spied on the giant fortress, always phased in case of detection, since Toad pinpointed it. She couldn't get into it the thing conventionally. Air walking was iffy for her, and tiring...and considering that she'd need to stay phased every moment she'd be really damn tired...
Well, there were giant turbines helping to keep the place afloat, and that created too much downdraft even if she could get close. So she had a different plan. That was why she was standing on the edge of Lake Superior as the morning mist swirled cold and dark through the air.
She was hitching a ride on the weekly supply transport. Phased into a crate of oranges.
Once they landed she slipped under the floor then through the walls. No use getting security suspicious. She could survive just fine passing through walls the entire time she was here...at least until she got to the security complex and phased through a few power grids. With the cameras on the fritz now, things would be easier. And even if anyone did catch sight of her? Well, she had never thrown away her Crimson Butterfly gear. Head to toe ninja get-up led to some pretty wild stories.
The fortress was huge though. It took her a solid day to figure out the layout. Two to ghost through the walls until she found Logan's room...
...and when she got there he was occupied.
Very occupied.
Great, he'd left them to screw Miss...SHIELD of the year? Whose blood was that? It didn't look like the red-heads. Oddly, the scene made her angry. So. Damn. Angry.
She didn't even realize she'd phased down a few floors until a steam vent whistled in her face. This was...creepy. All metal and flashing lights. And..that was a face. She screamed as the steam cleared to reveal a pale, floating face. Literally floating. There was a man sitting in a vat of sparkling liquid. There were wires and diodes running from his head and spine to a great machine behind him. She was willing to bet the man was a mutant on closer, less frightened inspection.
And the machine...
...the machine...
"Oh...you twisted fucks." Kit whispered, feeling the great turbine pulsing and pounding under her hand. The fortress was mutant powered. She was sure of it. And it looked like it hurt...if the man's frozen grimace was anything to go by.
She had to get Logan out. Even if he didn't want to go.
She made her way back up to his room, still unnerved by what she'd seen...and his room was empty now. A mission perhaps? It didn't matter. She paced through the room, a ghost from the past sneering at the present...then unphased long enough to peel her glove off and press her palm to his wall. Just long enough to leave a scent.
A calling card.
Just enough to let him know she was here and she knew where to find him. She had a few other things to see, ways to kill time until he returned. One of which was checking out that damn red head.
Well, there were giant turbines helping to keep the place afloat, and that created too much downdraft even if she could get close. So she had a different plan. That was why she was standing on the edge of Lake Superior as the morning mist swirled cold and dark through the air.
She was hitching a ride on the weekly supply transport. Phased into a crate of oranges.
Once they landed she slipped under the floor then through the walls. No use getting security suspicious. She could survive just fine passing through walls the entire time she was here...at least until she got to the security complex and phased through a few power grids. With the cameras on the fritz now, things would be easier. And even if anyone did catch sight of her? Well, she had never thrown away her Crimson Butterfly gear. Head to toe ninja get-up led to some pretty wild stories.
The fortress was huge though. It took her a solid day to figure out the layout. Two to ghost through the walls until she found Logan's room...
...and when she got there he was occupied.
Very occupied.
Great, he'd left them to screw Miss...SHIELD of the year? Whose blood was that? It didn't look like the red-heads. Oddly, the scene made her angry. So. Damn. Angry.
She didn't even realize she'd phased down a few floors until a steam vent whistled in her face. This was...creepy. All metal and flashing lights. And..that was a face. She screamed as the steam cleared to reveal a pale, floating face. Literally floating. There was a man sitting in a vat of sparkling liquid. There were wires and diodes running from his head and spine to a great machine behind him. She was willing to bet the man was a mutant on closer, less frightened inspection.
And the machine...
...the machine...
"Oh...you twisted fucks." Kit whispered, feeling the great turbine pulsing and pounding under her hand. The fortress was mutant powered. She was sure of it. And it looked like it hurt...if the man's frozen grimace was anything to go by.
She had to get Logan out. Even if he didn't want to go.
She made her way back up to his room, still unnerved by what she'd seen...and his room was empty now. A mission perhaps? It didn't matter. She paced through the room, a ghost from the past sneering at the present...then unphased long enough to peel her glove off and press her palm to his wall. Just long enough to leave a scent.
A calling card.
Just enough to let him know she was here and she knew where to find him. She had a few other things to see, ways to kill time until he returned. One of which was checking out that damn red head.