Kali was beyond thankful that she didn't have to wear that crazy leather suit thing in public. She was much more comfortable in her high waisted skirt and polka dotted crop top. Even her red pumps were more welcome than those boots that would have condemned her feet to a sweaty, damp purgatory. She looked around in the subway, seeing a public phone nearby. She smiled, excusing herself from the group and walking over to it. When she got to the phone she pondered for a moment, trying to remember the number of Tommy Wettle, a friend she made while she was working for Christopher.
She pushed in the number, hearing the dial tone ring out for several seconds.
"Hello?" A familiar voice asked.
"Tommy?" She smiled as the subtle rasp of his voice reached her ears.
"Kali, is that you? Oh god, everyone thought you and Ollie got caught!"
"We almost did, but we managed to weasel our way out. We're still in hiding, so please keep it quiet."
"No problem, no problem. I'll keep it all on the down low."
"Thanks, Tommy. But this isn't just a social call."
"Ya? What can I help you with?"
"You know that MGH stuff?"
"Oh Christ, what do you want with that shit?" She looked over to her group, assuring that they were still there. She twirled the phone's cord in her left hand. "It's obviously not for me. Some of my friends want to find out where to get it."
"Are you hanging with rich kids with too much time on their hands? Because you should tell them that it's not all it's cracked up to be. Chris got out of that after you and Ollie disappeared. Has some risky side affects and a way of burning a hole in your pocket."
"Risky?"
"Yeah. Shit causes all sorts of problems if you take it too often."
"Alright alright." Kali bit her lip. She heard him breathe heavily on his side of the phone. "I had hoped to God that you and the kid got out of this kinda stuff."
"We are, we are. But it's just a favor to the people protecting us. Where can we get some?"
He sighed. "Fine."
After a few moments, Kali smiled and said goodbye, reassuring Tommy that she'd call whenever possible. She speedily walked back to the other mutants, her red heels clicking and clacking against the floor, echoing around the subway station. "Alrighty guys, she started, looking at Alex and Mari. "I called one of my old contacts and I think I might have a lead. I guess there's this guy named Porter who's dealing out of Brooklyn. Word is he moves around a lot, so I wasn't given an exact location He's been handing this shit out like candy, so he probably won't ask too many questions to a couple of kids with a lot of cash."
"Well, this is . . . cute?" Ollie wrinkled his nose as he scanned the giant metallic wall of Sanctuary. His eyes darted along it's steel behind the tinted lenses of his sunglasses. "I can't think of anything nicer to say if we're being honest." He followed the rest of the group into the town, looking around. "Hm...Impressive? I guess it is kind of impressive. Even if it's not aesthetically pleasing." They entered a large building in the middle of the cybernetic little town and he looked around, taking it all in. Okay, it was definitely impressive. He couldn't deny that.
He listened to the conversation about the missing mutants and he pursed his lips. A small smirk formed on his lips as he looked over Flynn. He was definitely Ollie's type. Handsome, confident, and snarky? Breaking his will would be a thrilling challenge for the telepath. A small shiver went up his spine as he heard Haven speak about possibly tracking the victims if they happened to be deceased. Then he got an idea of how he could help.
"Could I talk to some of the missing mutant's families or friends? Some of the people who saw them last? Maybe if I ask them some questions and look through their memories I could pick up on some sort of connection."
He listened to the conversation about the missing mutants and he pursed his lips. A small smirk formed on his lips as he looked over Flynn. He was definitely Ollie's type. Handsome, confident, and snarky? Breaking his will would be a thrilling challenge for the telepath. A small shiver went up his spine as he heard Haven speak about possibly tracking the victims if they happened to be deceased. Then he got an idea of how he could help.
"Could I talk to some of the missing mutant's families or friends? Some of the people who saw them last? Maybe if I ask them some questions and look through their memories I could pick up on some sort of connection."