Beauty and the Bozo

Part 7

"What do you mean Hank was kicked out of the hospital?!" Scott asked the receptionist. He had called to talk to Hank about whether or not he could visit his little brother tomorrow, but this woman was being so unhelpful. He groaned before deciding to hang up. He heard a throat clear behind him. When Scott turned around, Mystique and Banshee were standing in the doorway. "What is it, Raven?" he asked.

"Hank came back earlier. He seemed pretty upset, so I told him to go back to the clinic," Raven told him, both her and Sean entering the room together. "After the hospital attack yesterday, they didn't want to risk any of the patients—"

"—so they got rid of Hank," Scott finished for her. He sighed. When were people going to understand there was nothing wrong with being a mutant. It was mostly accepted nowadays (along with being gay, thank God), but there were still people who thought it wrong.

Suddenly there was a ringing, followed by the AI saying Incoming call from: Hank McCoy. Scott immediately picked up and put him on speaker.

Hello, Cyclops? This is Beast.

"We're here, Beast. What's up?"

You aren't going to like this, but Alex has been kidnapped. Hank interrupted before Scott could ask him any questions. The Friends of Humanity took him a short time ago. I need assistance.

"Well, since this is my little brother we're talking about, you're obviously gonna get it," Scott told the other mutant. He knew he should be more worried about Alex, but he knew his little brother could take care of himself until they arrived. "Mystique and Banshee are right here with me. We're ready to help."

Mystique, where were the FOH headquarters Erik sent you to?

"It's the old abandoned veterans building," Raven said.

Meet me there was all Hank said before disconnecting. Scott felt really bad for the FOH guys who took Alex. Looks like they would have hell to pay. As he, Mystique and Banshee were about to leave, there was some static coming from the comm unit. Then, Hey. War Room. Can anybody hear me?

Scott rushed back over to the console. "Logan?! Where are you? You didn't come home last night—"

Sorry about that, Scott, but I was doing what you suggested. I'm babysitting a bunch of mutant-hating guttertrash. If you want them alive, get everybody down here to the old veterans building right away.

"Beast is almost there, and were on our way. He think they're holding Alex there."

Woah, woah, wait. Alex. As in lil bro Alex?

"Hank said FOH kidnapped him a little while ago."

Shit.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Scott said. "I kinda feel bad for the poor bastards."

Why the hell would you feel bad for them?

"Because, when Hank gets his hands on them, it ain't gonna be pretty."

...Good point. Don't worry, I'll find him. And listen. I need the portable cerebral projector and a file disk on an old buddy a'mine. Bring file no. 3559.

"Copy that, Wolverine." A second later, Logan disconnected as well.

"What could Logan want with a cerebral projector?" Raven asked, already across the room with Banshee grabbing the necessary items.

Scott shrugged. "If being married to Logan has taught me one thing, its to only question his tactics when they involve him putting himself in harms way, regenerative abilities or no." Raven smirked at him as she grabbed the file and Sean the projector before following Scott out of the room.