New Divide

New Divide: 59

“Incognito, Hank, incognito.” Margo said while looking upwards. Hank looked at her oddly. “Stop staring down every corridor we pass.” She couldn't help but whisper this to him. It did look rather suspicious. Everyone else in the tour group were easily and contently strolling along looking down the corridor, not down every corridor they passed.

“Fine, I won't, but can you please keep a lookout?”

“Eyes firmly peeled, Hank.” Margo said while taking over from where he left off and took to looking over each corridor they passed. Soon every door they encountered was a possible cause for concern if someone came promptly strolling out. Even the people they passed in the corridors got a scrutinized look from her.

Briefly glancing at him she raised an eyebrow as he pulled out the radio transmitter and slyly extended the antenna. While keeping his eyes up and looking in the direction of the tour guide, he slowly twirled the black dial.

It was safe to say that the radio monitor was making quick work of interfering with the security cameras. Exchanging a look they both nodded surely and continued on their way.

“I have to admit, this is a lot more boring than I first imagined.”

“Excitement ran its course?”

“Yes,” Margo replied while yawning behind her hand. She knew the reason she was told to stay with Hank was because it was perhaps the safest place to be. Peter had the task to break in and actually free Erik, Logan and Charles, in truth Margo didn't know what they were doing, but they too had to encounter security and workers here. Hank was up top, with the tour group. Cutting out security cameras and generally hacking into their systems was his task, and she played the casual part as look out if security were around.

It was boring, the tour guide was not engaging, and she actually tuned out of her speech quite a few times. The only time she caught back to reality was when Hank tugged at her shoulder and started to leave.

Margo had been so zoned out that she hadn't realized all had ended. Naturally though they went out the front and ended up walking elsewhere to meet up with everyone else. Margo hoped Hank knew where they were meant to meet, because she for one had no idea.

Eventually though a familiar car pulled up to them, without looking suspicious the two climbed in. It was a bit of a squeeze, but the awkward atmosphere which hung in the vehicle outdid the tension a thousand to one.

Turning her head slowly, Margo just stared at Erik. He didn't look any different. Perhaps his hair was a little longer, and he looked slightly withdrawn from light. But otherwise, same old Erik.

“Margo, how nice to see you still around.” He offered sarcastically.

“I know right? Freedom is so nice. How has incarceration been treating you?”

“The company was quite lacking.” Erik replied bluntly while narrowing his eyes at her.

Margo merely smiled. “What a shame. That's such a shame.” Pausing to shake her head sadly she flicked her eyes up to look over at him. Poor Hank happened to be stuck between them and tried to block the view, but it didn't work. They still found a way to shoot looks at each other.

“You haven't taken the easy way out?”

“Would you like to find out?” Margo looked to him with a sidewards look.

As if being punched by Charles wasn't enough, along with suffering the angered looks. Erik now sat without an air supply thanks to Margo. Hank could feel the sudden air vacuum that had surrounded Erik.

“Margo, stop it!” Charles turned in his seat and shouted at her. It was impossible not to hear the domestic happening in the back seats of the car. It hadn't really amounted to much other than sarcastic quips. But trust Erik to find a way to take things to the next level, while not only insulting Margo, but by also pointing out the serum use of both himself and Hank. To be honest, Charles didn't blame her for her moment, he did punch the man after all. Of course he wouldn't be alone in his anger to suddenly appear when confronted with Erik. In all honesty, Charles was really surprised that Margo hadn't lashed out sooner. It said something on her behalf of getting her anger span under control. Yet with Erik, it didn't seem to last very long before it dwindled to nothing.

Margo rolled her eyes and looked out of the window. “Still got the anger problem I see.” Erik said while coughing and rubbing his neck, trying desperately to get an air supply regulating again.

“Still a sarcastic bastard I see.” Margo wasted no time in replying while leaning her head back against the headrest. This car journey was going to be long, awkward, and silent.

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Sitting in a seat gripping the arm rests, Margo stiffly looked down when Erik had attempted to take the newspaper off of the table in front of herself and Logan. Not wasting any time Logan reached out and stuck his claws into it.

“Imagine if they were metal,” was Erik's musings as he turned and walked away.

“Hey,” Margo looked up at Logan opposite to her. “Not much of a flyer?” He asked when he watched her stiff awkward movements.

“I like flying. I just don't like flying in a small metallic canister.” She said while watching as Charles and Hank eventually boarded.

“You'll be fine. The last time you travelled you were fine. Stop being so paranoid.” Charles lectured jokingly while moving past the two.

“It's easy for him,” Margo whispered while turning the newspaper around so she could flick through it. She was pleased to see that Logan had no qualms with her reading it. Which was something which niggled at her. Lowering the paper enough to peek over the top of it, she looked to him.

“What?” Logan asked while looking away from the window.

“He did something to you, didn't he?”

“What?”

“He did something to you. Or to someone close, or...yeah, see, you don't just instantly hate someone. And I mean hate, you did send a withering look his way.” Margo explained while smoothing the paper out in front of her and taking to flicking through the pages.

“Perhaps,” Logan replied in a tone which was clear that he wanted to drop the subject. “What about you?” He turned it around, Margo looked up and then looked to the window. It was strange to admit that actually talking was helping distract her mind from the fact that they were now in the air.

“Hm,” looking to the ceiling she fidgeted awkwardly and smiled hollowly. “Almost turned deadly weapons against innocent people, was practically the source of Charles losing the use of his legs, then somehow managed to persuade my only real female friend to leave with him.”

“She went on her own free will, may I add?” Erik interrupted.

“Yes, and look what wondrous things happened from that.” Margo turned and shot him a look from over the back of her chair. It was rather hard not to overhear the quiet conversation herself and Logan where having. Even more so if the source of it was sitting two seats away with his legs outstretched and reclining leisurely.

Erik merely shrugged and looked away from the pair. With a sigh Margo turned back to Logan. “You have good enough reasons.” Logan said while quickly flicking his gaze to Erik and then back to her. Erik didn't seem to care that they were blatantly sitting discussing him, and Margo for one definitely didn't seem to care about discussing him with him sitting so close.