Negotiation

You get into the cockpit of the plane, and open up a direct line to the X-Men base. Within seconds, somebody picks up. The shock of green hair shifts to reveal Polaris, who is staring at you in surprise.

“Glad to see me?” you ask.

“Um.. yes, of course,” she responds, frantically typing into the console.

“I take it that you weren’t notified when the other X-Men with me reached out to home base, then?”

“No, I received the briefing,” she says. “It was just unexpected that you would could come calling now.”

“I figured it would be helpful to know who would be coming out to assist me and monitor the situation,” you say. “I’m starting to plan our next moves, and that would be easier if I knew who I could rely on to help.”

“I see,” she says slowly. “In that case, you’re in luck. I was selected to watch over this particular mission, so you’ll be seeing plenty of me soon.”

“Oh, I sure hope to see more of you,” you say, the obvious double entendre too obvious to pass up on.

“Of course,” she says, blushing slightly. “Was that the only reason you called?”

“I did have a couple of questions about this plane, now that you mention it. It looks and flies like a regular X-Men cargo plane, but something tells me that’s not the case.”

“And what would make you think that?”

“It’s not often that regular transportation rooms can hold a collection of some of the worlds strongest super-heroines somewhat against their will and hold up for many days. One would expect some breakage, sooner rather than later.”

“So you don’t know?” Polaris says. When you don’t immediately respond, she jumps into an explanation. “They were transporting you and X-23 out in a prison-class transporter, designed to be able to hold the strongest super-villains; it just happened that we got two heroes in awkward positions within the plane at the time.”

“Where were we being taken?” you ask. It’s not the first time you’ve wondered this – but perhaps now you’ll actually be given a straight answer, instead of the elusive non-responses that the others have provided. Polaris seems to be quite helpful.

“The information is classified,” Polaris says. “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t be able to release it to you. I’m sorry.”

“No problem,” you say. “It was nice seeing you again.”

“It was a pleasure to see you too,” she says. She’s being surprisingly diplomatic with somebody who was just a couple of hours probably topping the most wanted lists on the X-Men’s charts. With any luck, you’ll be able to stay in the X-Men’s good books.

She signs off with that, the screen leaving the afterimage of her hot body for a second before it fades away. She has some nice tits, you think to yourself. It’s a good thing that she’s coming to you guys.

What do you do next?