Flicks discovers not only her sexual preferences, but also the fact that she may have other brothers and sisters, and undergoes a zombie attack… busy night.
“Are you sure you still wanna be Cyclops? Because I’m starting to think you’d make a better Q.”
It was the next evening, about twenty minutes after our individual track training classes had finished, and Columbus and Avalon had ushered all of us to the beach with promises of new toys. Upon arrival, the boy had dumped out a dufflebag full of equipment that was supposed to make our mission easier.
“Wrong franchise,” the boy replied to me. “Though I would not object to a Forge comparison.” He paused then, obviously considering. “Actually, you know, he’s got that whole mysticism thing going on besides his inventions. And a cool robot leg. Yeah, I could get used to—oww.” Avalon had silently reached up and flicked him in the forehead with her index finger. “Fine, fine, I get it. Focusing.”
“Hey,” Sean spoke up then from where he’d been poking…
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