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12-21-2012, 01:48 PM
Scott was angry; things seemed at first to have been going so well, and now Bishop had spoiled things. He turned to the other X-men.
"Get Bishop to the plane," he said. "Before he starts another riot."      
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12-21-2012, 02:03 PM
As soon as all the X-men were safely on the Blackbird, Scott turned on Bishop at once.
"If you can't keep your temper, you're no good to the team!" he said with a scowl. "What did you think you were doing, attacking Creed right in front of an audience?" "Saving Beast's life," Bishop fired right back at Scott. "Creed had some kind of spray gun in one hand; I heard it go off while we were fighting, and then he got sick." "I'll play the recording of the conference back," Jean put in. "A viral weapon could be easily concealed or disguised to look like something harmless. I'll fast forward to the bit when Creed moves forward." Jean expertly found the right place in the recording, then paused it. She zoomed in on Creed's left hand and stopped. Right there was a spray can, and Creed's forefinger was on the top. She restarted the recording; it showed quite clearly that Creed was about to spray Beast when Bishop attacked him; instead, he sprayed himself with the virus.
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12-21-2012, 02:16 PM
Beast came in just then. "Bishop," he said. "I thank you for intercepting Creed like that... now, having said that, I believe I must check you over; that virus is extremely contagious, and even though Creed hit himself, some of it may have still gone at you. The primary method of transfer for this virus is through the air, and if you're infected, we will have to quarantine you within the next few minutes or you will be contagious to everyone else."
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12-21-2012, 02:24 PM
"If you must," Bishop replied. He went with Beast to the back compartment of the jet.
Scott turned to Jean. "They'll take Creed back to his home for treatment," he said. "We should follow the ambulance." Jean nodded. Scott sat down in the pilot's seat and took the controls. Soon the Blackbird was up in the air, and following the ambulance.
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12-21-2012, 02:40 PM
Bishop gave a sigh of relief; he had hoped as much, but after all, there had been that small chance. Now, he could work out his plan fully knowing that he'd be there to carry it out. Bishop could not tell the others, however; he didn't know how they would react. He'd come up with it after thinking over what had happened in Jean's vision.
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12-21-2012, 03:03 PM
Everyone was relieved. Scott saw the ambulance stop outside a mansion house, let Creed out and then, weirdly, drive off. Almost as tho the paramedics had received a psychic suggestion. But there couldn't be any mutants in the house of a mutant hater like Creed, surely?
As Scott brought the Blackbird in to land in front of the mansion, Jean gave a gasp. This mansion was the one in her vision!
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