Well, Cyclops embarked on his mission to rescue Nightcrawler, Beast and Gambit from the local jail. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by the results.

I had told Cyclops to assemble a team to perform the jail-break. He decided however to attempt the rescue on his own. Apparently he felt some sort of need to prove his manliness to Jean by doing a brave, heroic feat.

Scott waited until the cover of darkness. At least he had that much sense. He waited on the corner until the street was clear and then hurriedbehind a metallic garbage dumpster next to the station. Then he snuck over to the drainage pipe running up the side of the one story police precinct, shimmied up to the roof and ran over to the locked steel access door. Scott used a lower-level optic blast to zap the lock and snuck inside.

As he crept down the staircase, hugging the wall, I could hear the Mission Impossible music playing in his head. When he reached the bottom, he started slowly down the hall. Just then, a police officer rounded the corner. Scott froze, holding his breath.

"Hey, what the hell are you doin' here?!" the officer shouted.

Scott let out a high-pitched yelp. In a mad panic he spun around and started running. But he spun too far. He smacked hard into the wall, bouncing off and crashing down on the linoleum floor. A loud crack filled the entire building as his head connected to the ground. Scott was knocked unconscious. The police dumped his limp body in the cell next to the other X-Men.

At this point all the holding cells in the Westchester precinct are full of my students. I am embarrassed to admit that I trained these people. Oh well. Hopefully a little time behind bars will toughen up Scott. I plan to use my mental powers to block his mind from activating his mutant powers, just as I am with the others. Serves the incompetent buggers right. Maybe they will finally learn something.