*sigh* Here's chapter 17. . .

So. . . Yeah, i know. It's been far too long since i updated last. I'm really, very, very sorry. I've been so busy lately, i haven't had time to write and when i do it's in short bursts and lacking inspiration. Ugh. . . I'm very frazzled.

Of course, my deepest apology's for making you wait, i'm super sorry. But also my biggest thank's for reading! You're great, really, wonderful, you deserve a cookie. :)

And also a huge thanks to the reviewers! As always, your input and feedback is so very much appreciated, really it is. And of course, i encourage you to review and leave comments. Have some ideas or some criticism, please feel free to relate!

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TooLazy. . . I'm super-duper sorry for making you wait! I know, it sucks. :( And the Lance thing was planned early on, because, i really didn't just want to introduce him and then just have him disappear. Now, what i have planned won't necessarily be an integral part of the plot, but it's just not the last we've seen of Lance. Thank you lots for reviewing and for reading! I hope the story doesn't let you down. :)

The Black Raven. . . Yes, yes. I'm afraid the story is jittery. . . Residual seismic energy from Lance's partake, i'm afraid. . . I'm sorry, this isn't a. . . Logurt? I dunno, i'm not a fan of fermented dairy. Anyhow. . . I love you too. And i agree, i am quite possibly the worst person ever. I mean. . . There's been a lot of people, but, ya know. . . ;)

Chapter 17, onward. (Picks up directly after Kurt/Kitty's section in the last chappy.)

Chapter Seventeen

"You'll never believe what I found."

Kurt looked down at the floor where Kitty was pointing, the same spot where she had fallen through earlier.

All he saw was the tacky carpet beneath his feet, but something in Kitty's voice caused his curiosity to rise, as well as sparking a sliver of hope within him yet again. But also the warning she issued made him alert for danger once again.

"What?" He asked in a quiet voice, suddenly realizing how loud the sound was in the nearly empty room.

"It's ok, you don't have to be paranoid. I'm pretty sure if they knew we were here, they'd be on us by now." Kitty said, gesturing once again to a spot beneath Kurt's feet.

"Kitty. . . " Kurt began sliding closer toward her. "Who is 'they' and what's down there?"

Kitty smirked at Kurt yet again, before she shot her hand out and clamped down on his shoulder. Kurt had just enough to yelp in surprise, before he felt the floor fall away, his stomach lurching as they plummeted. The fall was short and ended with a surprisingly gentle landing, but Kurt was still grateful to feel a solid surface beneath his feet.

"Warn me next time!" He hissed out, only to realize Kitty was no longer standing beside him. Looking around, he found himself in another hallway, narrower than the halls of the building above, although even more so utilitarian. The walls were a dull blue-gray color, with lighting recesses placed every few feet, their light reflected in the shiny white tiles on the floor. Near the end of the hall Kitty was standing impatiently, her hands on her hips.

"Come on." She called out in a hushed, yet harsh, tone.

Kurt glanced behind his shoulder warily, but began walking towards Kitty. As he neared she closed the distance and grabbed his hand.

"Do you want to stand around and get caught?" She admonished, impatiently tugging him behind her.

Kurt felt like protesting, but allowed her to lead him down the spartan halls. He continued to glance around in an almost panicked fashion, eying the doorways that they passed with wariness, as if expecting soldiers to pop out at any moment and shoot them dead. To Kurt, Kitty didn't seem to pay any mind to the notion of being caught, despite her hurried pace, she half-dragged him along behind her as they whisked down the halls, seemingly knowing where she was going. Presently, she let go of his hand and pulled up short, turning to face him.

"Ok, we're here." Kitty said, peering across Kurt's shoulder. "Nobody's in the hall's. . . Must be lunch, so we should probably hurry."

"Hurry and what?" Kurt asked, turning his head to see where Kitty was looking. When he turned back around she had disappeared again, leaving him alone in the hall. "Kitty?" He called out urgently, a noise from down the hallway spiking his alarm. Just then he felt a hand clamp around his bicep, pulling him sideways and through the wall, stumbling and nearly falling as he awkwardly tried to follow the lead.

Once on the other side Kurt blinked and saw Kitty standing in front of him, a look of awaiting approval on her face, as if she had just given him a birthday gift.

"Where are we?" He asked, surveying the room, which was very dimly lit. It was a small computer, or records room, with an office desk in the corner, upon which a computer tower and two monitor's were placed. A few file cabinets lined the wall to the right and a doorway lead off from the left, making Kurt wonder why they hadn't just gone to it, instead of phasing through the wall.

"Uh. . . Like a records room, or something I guess." Kitty replied, looking around as if she hadn't even paid attention to it before. "I found this place earlier, after I fell. There were people in the hallway's then, though. I had to sneak around and I almost got caught, but I phased through the wall and ended up in here." She finished with an air of accomplishment, as if she had just done Kurt a marvelous favor.

"Oh. . ." Kurt said, not quite sure what else Kitty would expect him to say.

"Oh. . . Hello, this is a records room, with a computer. Which probably has records of everything that goes on here." Kitty said, her tone hinting at something as if it were obvious.

"Which means if Adam is here. . . " Kurt said, realizing what she was hinting at.

"Exactly."

Kurt's eyes widened excitedly and he pushed pass Kitty, nearly bounding to the office desk and sliding into the straight-backed chair. Kitty made an exasperated noise and walked over to where Kurt was pecking at the keyboard.

"Get up. Just go watch the door or something." She commanded, mockingly slapping him across the back of the head as she did so. Kurt glared at her but complied, allowing Kitty to hop in the seat as he vacated it, crossing over to the door and twisting the lock. He stood by for a moment and watched in silence as her finger's nimbly flew across the keys, various directories flying by on the screen.

"What are you doing?" He asked, ignoring how stupid the question seemed.

"Well. . . I actually already began searching the computer earlier." She answered, not taking her eyes off the screen. "But I only got so far before I remembered you were 'up there'. . . Apparently worried to death." She added snidely, turning her face to smirk at Kurt, who shot her a dirty glare. "Thanks for the concern, by the way, but just what exactly were you going to do?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked hurriedly, a slight amount of embarrassment in his voice. He turned away and tried to make it seem as if he was listening for anyone's approach outside.

"Pfft. . . " Was Kitty's reply, as she turned back to the computer, digging deeper into the digital records. She'd had a little difficulty at first, being that everything was in German, but some deft manipulation had gotten everything into a readable, if spotty, translation. A mask of concentration fell over her face as she perused the files on the system, finding multiple accounts of captured or discovered mutants, along with other mutant-related documents, but nothing very recent. After a few more moments, she finally ran across a file from only a few days before. It was a simple status update, without any revealing information, but it lead back to a much more pertinent document.

'Bingo.' Kitty thought, letting out a slight hiss of success as she caught the opening header.

[Kurt Wagner. 23. Male.

Recently discovered mutant. Whereabouts unknown; in pursuit.]

She quickly scanned down the document, before the events described within began to catch her attention, causing her to scroll back to the top and read more slowly. Kitty felt her curiosity grow as she began to read the clinical account of Kurt's discovery.

[Target was brought to attention by neighbor, who reported him as being mutant with an abnormal physical appearance. Following a recounting of the suspect's supposed appearance, authorization was given for a sting operation the following day, with arrangements made for the civilian to assist in the peaceful capture of the target.

The operation commenced the following morning; unsuccessfully. Target evaded capture and one civilian was pronounced dead in the aftermath (Deceased was unrelated to the operation.). Target was confirmed as a mutant, as well as further revealed to possess a relocation ability (Further investigation into technique advised upon capture.). . .]

Kitty frowned. . . Kurt hadn't mentioned anyone dying.

She shot a glance over at him; he was still guarding the door. Kurt returned her look with one of impatience, but she turned her head back quickly, returning to the report.

[ . . .Target was pursued, via mutant signature location, and was confirmed to be within the vicinity of a local university. Immediate authorization was given for a large scale assault, which was again unsuccessful. Target once again evaded capture.

An accomplice to the target's escape was found at the scene, identity confirmed. Accomplice physically assaulted a member of the assault team, but was quickly restrained. Accomplice was injured, but captured alive.

Target was discovered within the residence of captured accomplice the previous day, following an alert. Another accomplice was spotted at the scene, identity unknown. Both targets evaded capture.

Primary Target has been appointed to Level Red; importance of capture extremely high.

Secondary Target has been appointed Level Orange; importance of capture moderate.

Further information may be found within documents pertaining to the targets. Operational and personnel reports available after clearance.

End brief. ]

Kitty sucked in a sharp breath and held it. . . She was now a target as well. Great. The only consolation seemed to be that she wasn't as important to them. . .

She continued to follow leads in the document, focusing on finding more information regarding the captured 'accomplice', which could only be Adam. Eventually she found a briefing similar to the one with Kurt's name attached to it, but with Adam's name in the header.

[ Adam Adler. 42. Male.

Known accomplice to mutant-at-large Kurt Wagner. Subject currently being detained within Munich headquarters.

Subject was a member of importance when the mutant-problem became a priority, including being appointed as a high-ranking affiliate. Subjects accomplishments and prior/recent activity redacted. May be available with proper clearance.

End brief. ]

Kitty felt a niggling of suspicion. . . When they were in Adam's house, Kurt had mentioned he had worked in the past for the German government. But in a low-level position. . . Getting your history redacted didn't seem very low-level to her. Nor did being described as a high-ranking member of importance.

It seemed Adam was indeed alive, and being held somewhere in Munich, but she made a mental note to ask Kurt about the events of his capture and about Adam as soon as they were somewhere safe again. She was starting to get tired of how little information Kurt had given her, and now that she was a target as well, she was ready for some answer's.

Kitty looked over at Kurt, who had his back to her, his ear pressed against the door. She bit her lip in consternation. . . She could probably use the computer to send a message to the Institute. . . But given the trouble that she caused last time, she was a little wary to do so.

Stealing another glance at Kurt, she started searching the computer for a way to contact Logan, eventually finding an email program. Hastily she began typing a short description of events, trying to explain briefly what happened and where they were. Finally satisfied with her distress message, she was about to send it, when she noticed a small light, blinking red, at the top of the computer monitor.

'Huh. . . Didn't notice that before.' She thought, cocking her head to the side as the light continued to blink, incessantly.

She was about to disregard it, when a small panel appeared near the bottom-right corner of the computer screen. Curious, she clicked it and it enlarged. Much to her surprise, she found herself staring back. . . At herself.

'Ugh. . . I look terrible.' Kitty thought morosely. It was the first glimpse she had caught of herself since her adventure in Germany started, and it wasn't what she would call a presentable sight. . . Her hair was tangled and dingy looking from day's without washing it, and her face was slightly smudgy from dirt. Dark circles were beneath her eyes, but she knew it wasn't just from the past few days; the haggard look on her face had been present for the past few months, courtesy of living in a rathole of a boardinghouse.

With a disgusted grunt she closed the window, but the panel once again appeared down in the corner, refusing to go away. She clicked it a few more times, but it remained.

"Damn broken web-cam." Kitty muttered, as she once again tried to close the window.

"Was?"

Kitty turned and saw Kurt looking at her expectantly. "Nothing. . . Just like, a computer error."

"Oh. . . Well, could you hurry up? What's taking so long?" Kurt asked, his impatience more than a little warranted, given their situation.

"I'm hurrying. . . " Kitty mumbled, although she realized she had lost track of where they were and the danger being here presented.

She turned back to the screen and saw that the window had maximized again, showing her face staring back at her and the inky blackness that was behind her, where the camera could not penetrate the dim lighting of the room. She couldn't see Kurt in the camera's view, only picking up the reflection of his eyes, which she noticed for the first time seemed to glow faintly in the dark, or at least to the web-cam.

"You're eyes are glowy." She remarked over her shoulder, prompting Kurt to issue another exclamation of confusion, leaving his post by the door and coming nearer to Kitty.

"See?" Kitty said, pointing at the monitor, which showed her and Kurt, who's eyes did indeed seem to glow in the video screen.

Kurt gave her a look of exasperation and shook his head. "I thought you were finding Adam, not playing with the web-cam."

Kitty gaped her mouth open in indignation. "I'm not! It just popped up. . . It won't go away." She protested, clicking the window a few times to prove her point.

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. "Can't you jus-"

His words were cut off as a klaxon sounded throughout the building, the noise sudden and loud, causing them both to jump in surprise. The light's in the room suddenly flared up, nearly blinding them from the sharp influx of light and making them squint.

"What the hell?" Kitty exclaimed, although the panic that darted across her chest told her what she needed to know. Kurt just looked at her, the expression on his face mirrored in her own.

They'd been discovered.

"Come on!" Kurt cried out, grabbing Kitty's arm and dragging her from the chair.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Kitty protested, wrenching her arm free and grasping for the keyboard. She quickly punched the 'Enter' key, before Kurt grabbed her again.

"What are you doing? Lets go!" He exclaimed, pulling her away from the desk.

'Please, please have sent.' Kitty mentally pleaded, as Kurt tugged her across the room. Kurt pulled her to the opposite wall and then looked at her expectantly. Kitty didn't bother giving an indication of understanding, instead just marching towards the wall and making sure Kurt was still in contact with her. She plowed towards the wall, expecting it to offer no opposition, as usual. . .

. . . And promptly ran directly into it, smashing her face against the plaster and feel the completely unexpected sensation of having a wall run her over.

Reeling from the impact she stumbled backwards, causing Kurt to stumble as well, although his graceful agility allowed him to remain standing and to catch Kitty before she hit the ground.

"Ow. . . Jesus, what the hell?" Kitty muttered, as Kurt helped her stand upright, keeping his hands on her shoulders to keep her steady. She shook him off and rubbed her forehead, feeling the tender area where it had collided with the wall.

"Kitty, you're bleeding!"

"What?" Kitty asked, shaking her head and looking up at Kurt. She felt a familiar heavy sensation in the bridge of her nose and a warm, sticky fluid began to trickle down her upper lip. "Ah. . . Shit." She brought her hand up and tried to staunch the flow, but it continued to run from her nostrils.

"Verdammt! Warum die Dinge immer schief gehen?" Kurt exclaimed, grabbing Kitty's forearm and once again dragging her across the room, this time towards the door. He flipped the lock and they burst into the hallway, running back the way they came, this time with Kurt dragging Kitty along, while she tried to stop her nose from bleeding. Judging by the drops of blood that trailed after them, she was doing no good.

"Left!" She called out, directing Kurt on where to go, as he very nearly went the wrong direction. Around her hand and nose however, it came out sounding more like "Lebft!".

Kurt veered left, heading the right direction, just as sounds of movement in the hall behind them began to become audible.

"This way!" He heard someone yell out in German, causing him to run faster, jerking Kitty along behind him.

Kurt's heart was pounding so furiously he could feel it within his ears. The idea of being trapped in an underground bunker, with people who were most likely going to shoot them, didn't do much for keeping his panic low. Added to that was the realization that for some reason, Kitty couldn't phase, and intuition told him that he would be unable to 'port, leaving them with no way out beyond the exit and he had no idea where it was.

Finally they reached the corridor that they had came from, although there was nowhere to go from here, except the door at the end. Kurt stopped and let go of Kitty's hand, looking behind them to see if their pursuers were close. To his dismay he saw a trail of red blood droplets, easily visible in the waxed flooring, leading back to where they had run.

'Damn.' He thought, looking over to Kitty, who was simultaneously trying to catch her breath and staunch the bleeding from her nose. She looked back at him with an apologetic look, her mouth opened slightly so she could breath. He returned it with one of sympathy, before turning, looking to the door at the end of the hall. It was the only place left to go and he hoped it would lead to an exit.

"Kitty. . . " He began, turning towards her, but she shook her head.

"Leds go." She said, pushing past him and towards the door. Kurt, though, caught her arm and held her back.

"Wait here, just in case." He said, stepping around her and nearing the door. Kitty rolled her eyes but consented, leaning her head back to try and keep the blood from running anymore. It seemed to be clotting some now that she wasn't running.

Kurt took another glance over his shoulder at Kitty, before opening the door. On the other side was a short and small room, on the other end of which was yet another door. Above the door however was a sign that made Kurt's heart leap.

'Exit'

Turning back to Kitty he motioned her to go first. She complied and went forward, entering the room and heading towards the exit. Kurt followed behind, stepping through the door after her.

"Yargh!"

A voice suddenly yelled out, startling Kurt. He whirled around quickly and found a man running from the corner, barreling towards him. Kurt tried to maneuver out of the way, but was too caught off guard, and the man tackled him, bringing them both to the ground. Kurt brought his hands up and tried to defend himself from his assailant, but found them pinned to the floor. With a snarl he tried to lash out with his tail, but was spared from the attempt, as the attacker suddenly rolled off of him.

Kurt rolled to his left and quickly leaped to his feet, only to find Kitty at odds with the man. The attacker swung out wildly, attempting to strike Kitty's face, but she deftly countered, sidestepping and grabbing his arm, before pivoting and using the momentum of his swing to pull him over her shoulder, slamming him into the hard tiled floor.

The man groaned in pain and Kitty took the opportunity to deliver a sharp kick into his ribs, before the would-be-attacker slumped back to the ground, slipping into unconsciousness with a low moan.

Kurt stood with his mouth agape, staring in wonder as Kitty, with apparent ease, rendered the man unconscious.

"Oh, hell. I just got that to stop bleeding." Kitty complained, as her nose once again began to pour. She looked at Kurt, who was still staring in wonder. "What the fuck are you waiting on? Get the damned door." She cried out, breaking him from his trance.

Kurt shook his head and crossed over to the door, trying to open it, but finding it wouldn't budge.

"It's, uh, locked." He stated dumbly.

"Check Rambo here." Kitty said, gesturing to the downed man. "Maybe he has a key or something."

"Right." Kurt responded, kneeling to check the man. He didn't appear to be any type of soldier, dressed in khakis and a white workman's shirt, which would explain his apparent lack of fighting skills. Kurt quickly checked the mans pockets, depositing his wallet and a variety of odds and ends on the floor, before finding a small plastic key card.

'Franz Bruhn, Janitor. . .' Kurt thought, feeling a strange sort of pity towards a fellow workhorse.

He rose to his feet and rushed back to the door, passing the key card through the slot. The previously red light now green, he tried the handle, pushing the door open.

"Kitty, come on!"

Kitty quickly followed him through the door and into the dimly lit corridor beyond, which ended abruptly at the landing of a steep, concrete staircase. Kurt lead them up the steps and swiped the card through the scanner for the door at the top of the stairs. He pushed it open and they were greeted with sunlight.

"Can you run?" Kurt asked Kitty, gesturing toward her nose. She groaned, but nodded. "Ok then. . . Lets go."

They broke from the door and bolted across the pavement outside. Kurt realized that they were on the opposite side of the complex than they had been earlier, but were still inside the compound's walls. The warning klaxon could still be heard outside the main building and Kurt also heard muffled commands being shouted from behind them.

'Please work.' He thought, grabbing Kitty's hand as they ran. She gave him a confused look, but was unable to form a query before he teleported, both of them disappearing as they ran.

'Yes!' Kurt exclaimed mentally, as they reappeared in the forest on the outskirt's of town. He let go of Kitty's hand and collapsed on the ground, trying to catch his breath and to fight back that nausea that always arrived when he teleported without much energy. Likewise, Kitty collapsed beside him, cradling her nose in her hand.

"Well, that didn't help the bleeding any." She said, tilting her head back again, and pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Sorry." Kurt responded, turning to look at her.

Her face was covered in dried and drying blood and her shirt-front was stained from where it had ran down, as well as splattered. Kitty looked at him sideways, keeping her head tilted and still, but the look was pitiful. Despite himself, he felt moved to try and help someway.

"Here." He said, turning to face her better. "Don't tilt back. Tilt forward." He gently nudged the back of her head, eliciting a roll of the eyes, but compliance, as Kitty tilted her head forward.

"Gee. Thanks nurse." Kitty deadpanned, although there was no maliciousness in her tone.

"You really bleed a lot." Kurt remarked as a fresh tendril of red snaked down from Kitty's nose.

"I used to have nosebleeds when I was a kid. I always bled buckets." Kitty said, wiping away the new blood as it ran.

"Is it broken?" Kurt asked, grimacing slightly at the thought of a broken nose.

"No. . . Doesn't feel like it. It's just the running and stuff didn't help."

*. . . *

"You have a busted lip too."

Kitty tilted her head slightly to the side and sent Kurt a glare, but he only smirked in return. She sighed and straightened up, tentatively removing her hand from her nose.

"I think it's stopping." She said, no longer feeling the heaviness of the nosebleed in the front of her face. She started searching her pockets for something to clean her face with, prompting Kurt to do the same.

"Sorry, I don't have anything." He said, apologetically.

Kitty shrugged and pulled a used tissue from one of her pockets, dabbing at the blood that was quickly drying in the brisk air.

"So. . . I found out where Adam is." She said, almost conversationally.

"Vas? Where?" Kurt asked, excitedly.

"Someplace in Munich, like a big headquarters. . . He's captured, but definitely alive."

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a renewed hope now that he knew for certain that Adam was alive. Then he felt a measure of dread, as he realized what being in Munich meant.

"Munich. . . That's the main headquarters for the anti-mutant militia. Anything and everything to do with mutants is performed there. . . It'll be heavily guarded and tightly controlled." He explained, before adding. "And. . . It's a long, long way from here. There's no way I can ever dream to 'port that far. And even if we made it there. . . There's no way we could get through a city that populated without me being seen."

Kurt sighed and dropped his head into his hands, feeling a fresh wave of despair wash over him. Kitty frowned and regarded him with some doubtfulness, before she remembered the message she was hopefully able to send.

"Kurt. . . I also tried to get a message to my team. . . I mean, I hope I did. But, if they come, then they can rescue us. . . And with their help, we could totally save Adam." Kitty said, trying to appear hopeful in the prospect.

Kurt lifted his head and looked at her wistfully, but frowned and shook his head. "They'll never help. . . They'll just take us and go. It's suicide to try and go up against everything that's in Munich." He remarked, glumly.

"They'll help Kurt, I know they will." Kitty reasoned. "I'm helping, aren't I? So will they."

"You were going to leave." Kurt pointed out.

"Yeah. . . Ok, maybe I said that. . . But. I didn't. . . Look, I was pissed, alright? And I think I have some right to be. I read the report they have on you and what happened, and you haven't told me anything. And you know something else? Now I'm a target too. So, I don't appreciate being left in the dark." Kitty said, speaking calmly, the anger she had felt earlier now dissipated under the circumstances.

"And." She continued. "I still mean everything I said. I didn't do anything to bring whatever happened on you. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. This. . . This is your last chance. I'll help you, but if you start your shit again. . . I'm gone."

Kurt blinked as she finished, looking back at her blankly, his face emotionless, but his eyes conveying that he understood her. Finally he sighed, his demeanor slacking.

"You're right. . . I'm sorry. I've. . . Been ungrateful and a jerk. And, you deserve an apology. . . I'm sorry. And, I actually mean it, this time." He said, closing his eyes and dropping his head as he spoke.

Kitty felt some measure of surprise at the open honesty of Kurt's apology, not really having expected it. She worked her mouth like a fish for a moment, before turning her head forward and staring widely into space. Gathering her wits, she turned her head back.

"Ok then. Apology accepted. . . For now." She said. "But, I still want answer's."

Kurt turned his head up and nodded. "I'll tell you what I know. But, we need to be somewhere safe. . . There's been to many close calls."

At this Kitty hastily nodded her agreement. "We got lucky, I think. At the Uni, at Adams house, back there. . . But I don't think we'll stay that way. We need a plan, and some help."

Kurt's face twisted into a look of deep thought, before he stood up and began pacing. Kitty watched him for a few moments, taking the time to continue cleaning her face and hands, feeling the sticky dried blood that was dried on them. Finally Kurt turned and faced her, a look of uncertainty on his face.

"We need somewhere to stay. For now, anyway, until your team tracks you down. . . Somewhere to sleep, without fear."

"And shower." Kitty interjected.

Kurt was silent again, for a moment, before he nodded reluctantly.

"I. . . I might know someone who will help."

Well. There it is. . .

AH! It was such a task to write this chapter. I've been super busy, tired, frazzled, burntout and uninspired. . . I know, not exactly the best conditions to write under. And i'm so afraid the story is suffering because of it. :\

So, i realize this chapter isn't very cathartic after such a long period of waiting. I'm sorry. When i first planned this story, i really didn't think it'd take long to write. Life, apparently, had other thoughts.

Was the military report kind of lame? I wasn't sure how to handle that, and ended up cutting some of the chapter down, for brevity's sake. Bah. . .

Kitty's nosebleed was inspired by someone i know. They bleed like a fountain.

Ok, so, Adam is in Munich headquarters. Yep, this was planned from the beginning, so i'm not trying to stall or anything, but i'm sorry for the general lack of catharsis in this chappy. And. . . Adam might not be all he seems, either. Or, rather, he might have some hidden past. . . Ooooo. . .

Maybe Kurt and Kitty can start getting along. . . They've been staying at odds so far. . . It's such a shame innit? Hum. . .

Anyway. . . I'm just sorry for the suckitude of this chapter. I'm really trying to make things enjoyable, but like i said, I haven't been writing under optimal conditions. *Sigh* Sadly, i'm not sure when things will get back into a better groove, so there may be some extended intervals between chapters in the near-future as well. I'll try to at least get a new chapter up sooner than this one, but I've said that before. . .

As for future event's in the story. . . Kurt and Kitty's little appearance in the facility won't go unnoticed. And Logan is set to arrive in Germany as well. Soon, hopefully, i'll have a much bigger and better plot rolling along. . . Then again, sometimes i just enjoy writing meaningless things. So perhaps there will be some stops along the way? Along the way where, you ask? Boy. . . I wish i knew.

Until next time! Thanks for reading! And please review, even if it's just to express some concern (Ok, especially if it's to express some concern.). :)