Whip, Mark, Psiguard and Doug looked at each other, then back at Rogue.
"So, we're going to be like the 'black ops' division of the X-men?" Mark asked. "Cool."
"No, not 'cool'," Rogue corrected him. "This is serious business, not a movie, Mark."
"Sorry."
Rogue sighed. He was what? 19? Rogue couldn't really blame him for thinking this was going to be more glamourous than it really was.
"It's okay," she said. "Look, Ah'm sure we're not the optimal first choices for an intelligences division - not making an insinuations about anyones smarts, that is - and we're going to have a steep learning curve in front of us. We're not going to be doing this alone though. We are going to have specialists avilable to us, at least in the beginning. Ah wouldn't have picked any of ya, if Ah didn't think you were up ta the task."
"I'm going to be reading a lot of minds, aren't I?" Psiguard said reluctantly.
"Ah'm afraid so sugah," Rogue replied. "Ah can't just go around absorbin' everyone."
"Why me?" Doug asked. "All I do is -"
"Ah know what ya do, Doug," Rogue cut in. "And contrary ta popular opinion, Ah don't consider your abilities to be minor. In fact, we even have a mission ta cut our teeth on."
Rogue went on to tell them about Barneys, Frank and the Friends of Humanity, and outlined the plan she had for dealing with it.