Spook and Vortigern
Christina clicked through her e-mail message inbox, humming slightly. Then she paused and reread an e-mail more carefully. She frowned. Oh, *damn*. Damn damn dammity damn. She pursed her lips thoughtfully, then dialled the airport. "Hello, I need to book a flight to New York...soon as possible please. First class."
~*~*~*~
A group of men huddled around something resesmbling a radio set. Crackling voices came from it.
"So, Spike, what do you think?"
"Well, pet, thing is that Manchester United is-"
"Bloody boring!" The voice of their original subject reentered the conversation. "Carmethen, all the way!"
"But you don't see *them* in the world cup, do you?"
One of the men shifted restlessly. "All they're doing is talking about soccer."
"Patience..." An older man said. "We already know more then we did. And soon we will be able to cleanse that den of iniquity and abomination!" The fervour of true fanatics filled their eyes.
~*~*~*~
Christina stepped off the plane and looked around at the bustling airport. Well. She adjusted her shades and left, heels clicking over the floor smoothly. Customs wasn't a problem and soon she was in a taxi, speeding towards Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. She entered at the gate, paid the driver to wait and walked to the front door. She knocked.
"Yes?" Spike raised an eyebrow at the Indian woman standing on the front doorstep. She smelled...a bit not human. "What can I do for you, pet?"
"I need to talk to Charles Xavier." Christina smiled pleasently. "About a group called the Friends of Humanity."
Spike's eyes narrowed slightly. "And wot do ya want to talk about?"
"Just a friendly heads up." Spike thought it over, and let her inside. Christina couldn't help smiling as she saw all the students who were there. Finally, humanity was getting some of its own back! She followed the blond punk to a tastefully set out office and sat down in the chair in front of the desk.
"I'll just go get him." Spike walked back out the door. Christina dug in her handbag and reapplied her lipstick. She looked up as a man in a wheelchair entered the room. She stood.
"Christina Terry." She offered her hand to be shook, shields carefully up. Xavier smiled back at the woman as he shook her hand, probing oh so delicately at her mental shields. She was very strong, and if he went any deeper, he would alert her to what he was doing. With a mental sigh, he gave it up.
"Charles Xavier."
"I recieved a rather fascinating and enlightening e-mail this morning...well, it was morning for me." Christina covered a yawn delicately with her hand. "You are being watched. They have somehow managed to plant a transmitter inside the school."
"Who is this 'they'?" Xavier asked.
"The Friends of Humanity League. And they keep talking about something they call Legacy..." Christina shrugged slightly. "Sorry I can't be of more help."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I think humans having powers is a good idea." The corner of Christina's eye twitched, hidden by her sunglasses. "I think mutants are possibly one of the best things to happen to this planet. God knows we needed a boost up the evolutionary chain."
"Nice to know we have some supporters in the human community." Xavier smiled. Christina smiled back.
"At least in me. Well, I should go. I just thought a message like this should be delivered personally."
"Thank you, Ms Terry." They shook hands again. "A pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure was all mine." Christina looked up as a blond boy entered the room.
"Please show Ms Terry to the door, Vortigern."
"Sure thing, professor." Vortigern smiled at Christina and then turned. He escorted her back through the mansion, Christina got back in the taxi and drive off. She went to the Hilton and booked a set of rooms, and crawled into the bed, yawning widely. She'd go shopping tomorrow.