Down in the lower parts of Xavier’s school amongst the various training rooms and bunkers, Neena Thurman could be found in the shooting gallery making the most of her time here at the school. She wasn’t a student, nor was she a teacher. Instead, she liked to think of herself as a visitor; a very restless one. Emptying both clips on her pistols into several different moving targets, Neena simply waltzed over to the supply table where her reloads were located, her body moving to the beat of the current song blaring through the room with a few head-bangs mixed in with a few half-assed vocal exploits as the song continued.

“Dear future…I bought you…I own the rights…” Neena sang out as she reloaded her pistol clips with a quick flick of the wrist, and when the music picked up once more into the heavier rifts she jumped to the side, rolling in succession and then taking a knee, pointing her dual pistols and unleashing a torrent of raining led on a single target hitting spot on despite her mess of raven black hair covering one of her eyes completely.

The song was then suddenly cut off and an eerie quiet echoed throughout the shooting range as Neena had emptied her last bullet, the smell of gunpowder radiating through the air tickling Neena’s adrenaline spike, itching for wanting more. Standing up straight and slipping the dual pistols into their respected holsters on each hip, Neena turned around to find Storm standing on the other side of the protection glass, her one hand on the stereo system’s power button and her other hand motioning for Neena to come to her side of the room.

“So you’re going then?” Storm asked, crossing her nimble arms across her chest once Neena entered the second half of the room.

“What choice do I have? It’s not like I’m much help here.” Neena replied blatantly, the obvious tone in her voice going on about how she had been feeling rather useless lately.

“I just want you to be careful out there Neena, without Logan or myself going…I just feel like we’re going into this blind.”

“But you’re not going into this blind are you? No, you both have your prized red-head back from the dead. She’ll take care of everything I hear. She’ll fix all of your problems and then probably shit out skittles just because she can.” Neena snapped, her feelings towards the return of Jean Grey only too obvious.

When Neena first came to the school, she was disappointed to find that Charles Xavier had since passed on, along with a woman known as Jean Grey. The details were a bit fuzzy as no one seemed to want to talk about it, but after a few nights with Logan she was able to get the gist of her story. Now, one year later as the wounds of the school seemed to have just started to heal, here she was again, tearing open new wounds that would take even longer to heal.

“Anyway, I have a plane to catch.” Neena said walking over to the exit door where her pre-packed bags had been stored. She hoisted one up onto her shoulder, the other she slung across her back.

“Neena wait-“ Storm tried, but Neena had already pushed herself through the doors leaving Storm to only lower her head and sigh.

“We need everyone we can get Neena…” Storm said quietly to herself as she looked back up at the doors that Neena had just went through.