Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Fifty Seven (NC-17)
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"You suck."
"Mature," Sean sighed. " Very mature."
Warren smirked quickly, securing the safety harness as the Blackbird bumped through turbulence. "You really don't remember being that age, do you?" Beside him, Betsy muttered something about him never changing, apparently, but he diplomatically ignore her. "Theresa isn't used to this whole overprotective dad thing and you're sure as hell not used to the teenaged girl thing, much less the teenaged daughter thing... You can't put her back in the box and start over but you can make sure you don't send her running off to get away from whatever box you're trying to shove her into now."
"And the prize for most overextended metaphor goes to..." Forge said in a booming announcer's cadence.
"Oh, shut up and fly," Warren snapped, his wings twitching in slight embarrassment.
Sean rolled his eyes. "Anyway, we're not here to discuss my daughter or our problems. How much time do we have before Charles said Magneto is planning to start his final push?"
"If you're going by that," Betsy's voice rang over the hum of the engines, "we're about twenty minutes behind." She blew out a harsh breath and shook her head, adding, "I don't know what's come over him, but I hope Charles does not honestly trust any intelligence gained from Brotherhood."
Forge spoke up, banking the Blackbird sharply and beginning their descent. "It wasn't from the Brotherhood. It was something else..."
"Something else," Betsy sighed, glancing at Sean and Warren. "And I suppose you two are going to be mum on this since you're loyalties have not been compromised."
Sean frowned. "Why did you say that? What do you mean?"
"And you used to be a detective," she sighed, pointedly turning her attention elsewhere, to one of Todd's pocket games left on the jet after a training session. "Oh, looky...flip the paddle to get the hoop to the top..."
Warren snorted. "She does have a point, though... He's been lying to the kids for months, even after all that brouhaha last month, he hasn't told them the entire truth... Why are we taking his word for this?"
"You don't think," Sean asked slowly, not daring to look Warren in the eye, "that he is deceiving us as he did them?"
"We knew," Forge sighed, skimming towards the landing site. "We knew and we chose to be part of the lie so we don't have any room to accuse Professor Xavier for anything. We're complicit and just as guilty of whatever he gets accused of."
No one spoke again until the jet had been secured and it was time for a final logistics check. Forge pressed the appropriate sequence on the encoded communications link and waited a moment before hearing Logan's growled, "What?"
"We're about a mile from the wet works lab," Forge informed him flatly. "Don't think we were noticed... "
"I sure as hell didn't notice," Logan informed him lightly. "You all coming or you just here to admire from afar?"
Forge laughed at the tinny voice fading from the communicator. "On our way."
Warren stepped back several paces. "Who's my point?" He glanced almost hopefully at Betsy, who smiled thinly before looking down at the toes of her boots to hide a grin. "What?" he asked, smiling faintly.
"We'd never get anything done," she informed him, "and you know it."
"Oh for the love of..." Sean threw up his hands in frustration. "Betsy, you're with me. Warren, you and Forge take the north entrance."
Betsy nodded. "Last I heard from Charles, he did not know if the kids were hurt or what. We need to proceed with extreme caution."
"Well, duh," Sean muttered under his breath. "Was there anything from Emma?" he asked a split second later, trying to sound brusque but succeeding only in achieving "nervous."
"No, I'm sorry," Betsy said kindly. "Nothing from her or Jubilee."
The communicator on Forge's wrist beeped, sounding more like an angry mouse than a complicated electronic device. Logan's voice, made small and almost comical by the communicator, blasted through the group. "I'm not gonna hold this place by myself. Hurry your asses up!" An audible snap signaled the end of the communiqué.
"Right," Warren nodded, taking to the air in a few sweeps of his wings. "Forge, are you going to be able to keep up?" he asked solicitously. "I can fly slow, but not very."
"Don't you worry that pretty blond head of yours," Forge growled. "Just move!" He set out at a dead run into the forest, silent and swift on practiced feet. Warren lingered a moment longer, his sharp bark of laughter shattering the silence. Tossing a cheery wave to Betsy, aka Psylocke, he dove into the darkness of the moonless night.
"South entrance," Sean said sharply. "Come on."

Annie frowned, the expression strangely cherubic on her childish features, the round cheeks and rosebud mouth only appearing cute in comparison to her dour features. "This is taking far too long," she bit out, backing Ernie into the corner. "They are here but where is SHE? Where is HE, for that matter?"
Ernie easily pushed her away with one hand on her forehead. "Patience is a virtue.1 Besides, I thought you were supposed to be inducing bliss or something."
She sneered. "Shut up, Crnobog. Why don't you go make the little one cry again?" She folded her arms over her chest and glowered. "I am in charge here and never forget that! You will go the way of Athena and Loreli if you keep this up!"
Ernie bared his teeth in an odd grimace. "Where's Poena, then? Why aren't you on her about doing her job?"
Annie's face became divine again, her lips smiling, her eyes hooded. "She is fine. Now, I need to feed... I need to be able to go on..." She brightened considerably as the rumbling deep within the building stopped. "Oh, good... I was worried about that. I thought for sure the generators were going... Where are we keeping the Roman girl?"
"What?" Ernie blinked. "Why?"
"I. Need. To. Feed." She shook her head. "What part of that is so hard to grasp?"
Ernie thought about what part of her he wanted to grasp and shake her by but kept it to himself. "What are we supposed to do with the others while you're off mind raping the girl?"
"Entertain yourself," she growled. "Go have fun."
1 Not the first place this line ever appeared, but it was in The Mummy as Evie tries to fine the Book of Horus. Not sure where it came from before that other than a list of the Seven Sins and Seven Virtues.