Splitting up is a great idea!

Mucking around in the everglades in skin tight outfits was taking a toll on the trio's mood. Sweat was covering their bodies, mosquito bites hampering their movement, and the muddy terrain was making things slower than they should have been. Rogue seemed to be doing the best, if only because every mosquito that landed on exposed skin quickly died before it could suck the blood from her body.

Hours passed, as swear continued to drip from them. And finally, there was a breaking point. "Enough!" Emma Frost called out, placing a hand on her hips, causing her full breasts to jiggle lightly. The other two stopped, startled by the sudden outburst. "I will not stay in this swamp longer than I need to be!" She hissed.

"And what do you intend to do about it?" Kitty said, her tone dry as a gloved hand swatted a mosquito. She was resisting the urge to just phase out and keep the bugs off of her.

"I say we split up, get this ridiculous search over with, and go home." Emma said with the supreme confidence that accompanied her title of the White Queen.

"I dunno, sugah..." The deep, southern drawl of Rogue spoke up. "We don't know what happened here. I know we aren't damsels in distress, but..."

"But nothing. Do you want to be out here for a week just to find out it was nothing but a weather formation?" Emma responded, and none of the others cared to question her. They were already to miserable to argue.

Splitting up, they would maintain radio contact, and contact eachother every twenty minutes or so... not they expected any trouble.