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Chapter 4 by Blackskull Blackskull

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Searching a crowd

Jean made her way out of the lot via an alleyway, and into a street of shops, people milling around her. She made her way to a small cafe, took a seat outside with a drink, and relaxed, letting her mind stretch out to those around her.

-Anything, Jean?- She heard Mystique's voice in her head, as her teammate thought in her direction.

-Not yet.- Jean thought back. -Stand by-

Reaching out with her mind, she caught flashes of thoughts from the people around her.

-Just time to stop at the store before I pick up the kids-

-Did I leave the stove on?-

-I shouldn't have worn this thong today! But I do like the way it makes my butt look...-

Then suddenly a brighter flash, one she recognised as a newly-empowered mutant. Jean looked up and locked eyes with a young girl with spiky dark hair and stunning brown eyes. But as she realised this was who she was looking for, the girl realised it to and her mind flared with a panic Jean could not get through. Instead she sent a mental image of the girl to Mystique and Storm, then got up from her table, hoping she did not appear threatening.

"It's okay, relax." She said, holding out her hands, "We're here to help you."

"We?"

"Don't worry." Mystique suddenly appeared at the girl's shoulder.

The girl turned and ran, pushing through people. Jean and Mystique ran after her.

"This could be going better!" Jean exclaimed as they ran.

A few metres away, the girl abruptly turned, orange and pink energy pulsing around her, and suddenly she sent a blast directly at Jean, knocking her off her feet to land firmly on her backside against a storefront.

"Are you okay?" Mystique asked, stopping to help her.

"I'm fine," Jean panted, "just winded me."

"That isn't all she did to you." Mystique nodded at Jean's chest. Jean looked down at herself, to see a large hole burned through her uniform right where the X had been, her white vest in tatters underneath and her bra hanging in rags, leaving Jean's plump but firm breasts exposed to the cold air.

"Oh, crap!" Jean exclaimed, getting to her feet with one arm crossed over her chest, "Now I really want to catch this girl."

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