Suddenly the black jet filled with costumed people was swarming with action as they tried to figure out what to do about the enemy about to attack the jet to get to (gulp) me.
"Why don't we just send the girl out as bait? We could always hook her with a tracker and come for her!" the scruffy short man said, folding his arms across his chest in frustration.
The man with glasses that looked like a red unibrow turned toward him, "You know that's not the way we work. If you want to make suggestions like that, you can go join Magneto. He would accept those types of scemes."
The man in the wheelchair...
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