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08-26-2012, 05:45 PM
It didn't take them long before they'd landed on a building above where the mob is. Paul landed the jet carefully.
"We've got to get rid of that mob," he said. "How can we do that, in a way where no-one gets hurt?" "Well, you could take Storm's shape," Laura suggested. "If there was a rainstorm, they'd have to take shelter."      
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08-26-2012, 05:57 PM
Laura's eyes gleamed. "I'll handle Bishop," she said.
"The rest of us had better go down, too," Jean commented. "Just in case anything happens. And we'd better take Bishop back with us, so that he can explain himself." Paul changed form, taking the shape of the weather witch Storm, and flew out of the jet. In the sky, he called upon the forces of nature, and soon a furious rain shower came down on the heads of the mob. With the natural instinct of all people, they ran for cover. Laura deftly jumped down, using her claws as leverage to get down the building, and landed behind Bishop. "You're coming with us," she said. Bishop just shrugged. The police left after seeing that the mob had left the area and that no more missiles were being thrown.
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