How many secrets can you keep?
'Cause there's this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow an' I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee
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CHAPTER TWELVE: the shifter
【｡_｡】 ĎỖ Į ŴÃŇŇÃ ЌŇỖŴ? 【｡_｡】
THEY HAD EXITED THE JET, LOOKING UP AT THE STATUE OF LIBERTY.
"The torch," Scott speaks before advancing. 【｡_｡】 ĎỖ Į ŴÃŇŇÃ ЌŇỖŴ? 【｡_｡】
Once the team had entered the building, they tried to be as silent as possible, wanting an upper hand. As they walked through the place, they saw a set of screens with cameras set in multiple sections, minoring the places. Plus, a small TV on top of the desk, where a reporter's vote came through. "...within a moment, the proceedings. The first dignitaries arrived about an hour ago, greeted with a garden-party atmosphere designed to entertain them."
Scott was ahead, a handful of steps ahead of the others. First, he walked through the medical detectors, then Storm.
"As the others traversed the ridge's security."
Anakin walked through the metal detectors, pausing in realization. But Logan had already walked through them and set off the alarms. Immediately, his claws came out, stabbing into the red alarm, turning his face as the sparks flew.
Everyone turned to him; Logan looked at Scott, his arm still lifted, and unsheathed two claws, the right and the left, leaving the middle.
Jean rolled her eyes, unamused. Storm had stared at the destroyed metal detector. Scott smiled, a low laugh escaping him.
Logan looked over to Anakin. They all moved forward when Logan stepped in the front.
"There's someone here," Logan announced.
"Where?" Scott inquired of.
"I don't know. Keep your eye open," Logan walked forward, away from the others
"You kinda walked into that one," Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, grinning at Scott.
"You kinda walked into that one," Scott mocked.
"That's not very leader-mission of you," Anakin says.
"It's a side effect from being around you too long. Immaturity."
"Guys," Jean snapped. "Anakin, you go with Storm. Scott, you're with me."
Anakin looked over to where Logan had gone alone, only to see him return from another end.
