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Bellwether Chapter Thirty Five
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Storm did
not snap at them, nor did she give them the maternal I’m so disappointed in you look that at least Kitty had been
expecting. Instead, she stared down the
guards questioning them until they stepped aside. Quietly, she walked to the table, bent and
signed release forms and forms vouching for her authority as their guardian,
slapped supporting paperwork down on the table and waited, still in
silence. The young women shifted uncomfortably,
eyes downcast as the guards held a murmured conversation behind Storm, one of
them openly admiring her figure and face and the other adding her opinion on
women who dress like that, whatever ‘like that’ was. The weather goddess stood up straight, one
brow arched as she turned to face the uniformed guards. “If you are quite finished, we will be
leaving now.” She did not have to motion
to her charges. They stood as one, each
as tired as the next, clutching their carry on bags and looking alternately
angry and exhausted. Storm focuses on
the male guard, the one who had been making the bulk of the lascivious commentary. “Be careful of lightening,” she said with the
slightest of smiles. “I hear that it
often strikes jackasses.” Striding forward,
she did not look back as she pushed past the sputtering guards, the girls in
tow.
“Storm,”
Kitty began, but was silenced by an upheld hand. She pressed her lips tightly together and bit
back any other attempts at apology. At
least, she thought, until they got to the car.
She had not wanted to call Storm but the other two had vetoed her idea
of calling Pete. He, she had reasoned, would not give them grief over
this. Jean had responded with a vaguely
amused look and a raised brow and Jubilee with a comment regarding her sex life
or lack thereof. After that, Kitty had
gone quiet, her cheeks bright red with embarrassment and frustration. I am not, she told herself firmly, going to
dignify any of that with a reply. She
smarted still, like a stinging bite, when she thought of Kurt and Jubilee. She was no longer angry about it—she was sad,
embarrassed, annoyed, but not angry.
Jubilee making snarky comments about Pete’s
sexual interest made Kitty uncomfortable.
Not that, she reasoned, he was unpleasant. She had kissed him, she had made out with him…they
had come very close to having sex on at least three occasions but each time,
she had pulled away, feeling a bit sick to her stomach and a lot scared. Pete had been understanding,
freakishly so to her way of thinking, but she could tell he was frustrated,
maybe more than she would ever be in such a situation. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, Kitty
realized that they had already reached the car and Storm was staring at her,
apparently waiting for her to say something.
“Oh… um…”
“I asked
you what you wanted,” Storm reiterated. “I
did not want to speak of this inside while the walls had ears. There is no use dragging
our business out in front of strangers any more than it has been. I am not,” she continued, pressing the button
to unlock the car doors automatically, “going to ask why you decided to do
this. You are all of
the majority in the state of New
York and it is summer break. I will not deny the drawing power of Glasgow in the summer
time,” she added with a touch of irony, “but I do have to wonder at this covert
attempt to flee the state.”
Jean
cleared her throat softly, drawing all eyes.
“It was the cheapest flight.” She
saw Jubilee’s slight start of surprise at her half-truth out of the corner of
her eye (it had been the cheapest by coincidence, not by design) but she did
not acknowledge it with so much as a glance.
Storm met her steady gaze with one of her own, disbelief writ large in
her features, but the older woman did not reply. After a long moment of silence, Jean opened
the car door nearest her and slid in, tucking her bag at her feet. Kitty and Jubilee followed suite, Storm
moving to the driver’s side with an angry stride. Jean could feel the annoyance roiling like a
witch’s brew but their mentor did not say anything else about their attempt to
leave the country. “Kitty, you should
call the passport office tomorrow and get your problem straightened out,” she
offered her friend after a moment. Kitty
simply nodded, her lips still pressed into a thin line.
“The Shi’ar captive has escaped,” Storm said flatly, cutting off
any further attempts at conversation. “Lance
was apparently attacked. There is no foundation
damage,” she added, glancing in the rearview mirror at two of her charges. “Amara is on the
warpath so be prepared.”
“Escaped?”
Kitty sat up ramrod straight, her lips parted in a mixture of guilt and
worry. “Where did he go? What can we do?”
“The answer
to both is I do not know,” Storm admitted, turning the car onto the main street
edging the airport. “Right now we have
bigger concerns than an escaped Shi’ar. He is only one being and cannot do much on
his own.”
Jubilee
frowned and leaned forward, “What are the bigger problems?” she demanded in a
tone that should have earned her a reprimand, but Storm was too tired to pursue
the action.
“Two Morlocks have shown up, just before I left,” Storm said
quietly, eyes focusing straight ahead as they pulled up to a red light. “They are very ill, maybe dying… they cannot
speak very much but from what Beast gathered… there are more coming.”
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