"No special reason." Lyall replied while still facing the oven when asked what the special occasion was for such a fancy breakfast.
"Don't lie," Adelade chimed in. "He met a girl last night- they're going on a date later."
The cook blushed deeply and went back to washing some of the dishes that a few of the students had left behind. There were a few cat-calls and "Oooooh"s from some of the younger children, which led Lyall to swat his hands at the younger mutants and wipe his hands on
"Her name is Penelope and we met at the pottery class downtown last night." He explained with a little bow.
Adelade turned away from the playful banter, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear as if listening to a far off whisper. She could sense it tugging at the edge of her mind before Cerebro sounded the small vibrating alarm in her wristwatch. Pushing herself from her seat perched on the kitchen counter, the telepath left her coffee behind and hurried out of the room into the main hall.
The Professor approached a bookshelf in the foyer and pressed War of the Worlds back until their was a soft 'click'. The bookshelf swung forward and closed behind the urgent mutant who took the elevator to the lower levels. From all the way down the stark-white streamlined hall, Cerebro opened its doors for Adelade Xavier- it recognized her genetic marker as soon as she entered the level. Making short work of it, she crossed the bridge of the dome-shaped room and sat at the chair against the main control panel.
'Hello Professor Xavier,' The automated intelligence rang out. 'Recent power spike detected.'
"Thanks for stating the obvious," She replied, already placing the silver helmet on and pressing several buttons. Closing her eyes, her mind's eye erupted with light and ghostly figures flying by a gray landscape. Slowly, her focus formed on a scene unfolding miles away in New York City.
-New York City - Outside Wellsworth Logistics and Designs-
A black stretch limousine slowly pulled up outside as the first drops of rain began to splatted against the glistening, newly-polished hood. Two people sat in the back, one in a charcoal pants suit and the other appearing to be quite prepared in combat gear.
"Two men will be entering in ten minutes, one directly behind the other. The security system will be down by then. Be patient, but the X-Men will arrive." Indigo spoke in her crisp English accent, reaching over to pick up a small leather briefcase.
"I trust you can handle yourself from there." Was the last thing she said before the limousine door was opened by its hired driver and she disappeared behind the front doors of the twenty floor skyscraper.
-Westchester - The X-Mansion-
The sound of white noise that elevated to a nearly ear-splitting level in volume forced the professor to pull Cerebro's helmet off and drag her back to her own body. With her hands shaking, the feeling of the pure power that was radiating from that point in the city sent one question resonating in her mind.
'How many mutants were at that building to give off that level of power?'
There was no time to consider the possibilities or waste any time. Instead, she entered the mind of each of her team members. No matter where they were in the mansion, they would hear her voice slightly more urgent than the average Danger Room session.
'X-Men, Meet me in the briefing room now!'