PlaymatesFOOM!ernk-ernk-ernk-ernk-BLAM!nnnnnnNNNYYYOOOMMmmmmmmPOW!*thudthudthud* "C'mon you guys, other people need the Danger Room too!"WHAM! ("Missed!")"Are they in there again?""Again? Try still."takatakatakatakatakaBOOMMMM! ("Have to do better than that, mon ami!" "Ha! 'I will show you that there are better men left in England than ever went thieving to France.'")"What'd he say?""I dunno. He does that.""Afternoon, all! I... oh dear - are they still in there?""Yep. Gambit's got a new favorite playmate, it looks like."PHOOOOOM!BRAP-BRAP-BRAP-WHUNK! ("Oof! Almost!")"I don't care if he's the Professor's guest; I'm about to kick his ass back across the pond...""Oh shut up, Wolverine, you're just miffed 'cos they didn't ask you along.""Rrrrrrrrrr...""Girls, girls, you're both pretty and you're both goin
Turning Point, part 3(Conclusion of "Turning Point")The chimes of Big Ben sounded faintly from above, causing the Inspector to flinch slightly. The odd shapes his life had taken on since he'd found these two had served to insulate him temporarily from events above, but this sound brought that world snapping back into focus all of a sudden.He's still got sixteen hours. The words from a year and a lifetime ago came back to haunt him. Now time was up.He looked up and saw Miss Hammond's eyes flash for a moment at the sounding of midnight."It's time." Quickly she rose and moved to the explosives-laden train."Wait!" The word escaped Finch automatically and he reached out.The young woman turned calmly. "Are you going to stop me, Inspector?"Everything was happening too fast, suddenly. "Just
tell me why.""Because he was right.""About what?""The world needs more than just a building right now. It needs hope.
Turning Point, part 2"Help him."This was the imperative given to Chief Inspector Finch by a woman whom he'd considered, until moments ago, a dangerous and potentially violent fugitive. She'd looked at him for a moment more like through him after his sudden offer of assistance, with eyes that were old beyond her years. Their brown depths held him, reading him, until at last she blinked and returned him to the here-and-now. Evidently she was satisfied with whatever she'd discerned, because those words were the only ones she spoke to him before turning back to her
lover? Somehow Finch didn't think so, in spite of the obvious intimacy between this woman and the terrorist she now protected. ("Terrorist"? Could he use that term anymore, doing what he was doing? What's in a name, his shell-shocked mind tittered at him.)Miss Hammond, as his brain had finally settled on calling her, took the