Nathan, Lindsey, Christina & Sabretooth
Nathan sipped from his coffee as he watched his other charge go about his business in the fine, busy city of Houston. Not that he'd contacted this one. This one would be more likely to rip out his spine then listen to him. No matter. RK pressed up against his legs and Nathan petted the cat absently as he watched Sabretooth buy some food in a store, then slip out again.
Soon, well, soon enough, this one would leave for the City of Angels. The interesting trick would be to get the Warrior in there again. His hand would not have been a lesson easily forgotten. After his body rejected the evil hand of itself, and the lawyer had taken to using a prosthetic out of nessicity, Lindsey didn't think about Los Angeles anymore. Or he told himself he didn't.
He just rubbed his aching wrist and went about his business.
Nathan traced his fingers over his scars thoughtfully.
He had been trailing Lindsey. The man had only caught fractured glimpses of the thin man with deep scars running across his cheek and the battlescarred and toughened tomcat as they ghosted along in his footsteps. Just glimpses from the corner of his eye, and then when he turned to look more fully, they were gone. Without a trace. His eye twitched briefly, then he turned back to go where he had to.
"I'm going insane," was the most often muttered comment of Lindsey.
Nathan lifted his cup in silent farewell to Sabretooth as the mutant prowled back out to his car and drove off. Soon enough, the being of void would be negated and there would be no more need of this skulking.
Sabretooth arrived back in the shattered labs and took his usual careful route down into its depths. He dropped the bag of groceries in its place and went to check on Christina. Still bound, still alive.
Good.
Silently, he left her again.
Christina's eyes blinked open and she started to rub the insides of the rope around her wrists against the thin sliver of stone she'd found. If they went anywhere...she wanted to be ready to jump. Maybe she'd get lucky and abort the damn kid.
"No one's broodmare, you sick f*ck..." she whispered into the quiet room.
"No way in hell will I have this baby. I'd rather be dead."