Now that the latest and greatest mutant super-hero team, the X-Hibitionists, have been formed, we must find a suitable homebase of operations for them. While the team leader, the Scarlet Witch, did raise some questions as to the appropriateness, or perhaps tastefulness, of the name, I am fully confident that the team will come to appreciate it in the fullness of time.

The most straightforward way to establish a headquarters is of course to take over a pre-existing one, preferably one that is not presently occupied. I contacted Esther Rosenberg, real estate agent to the super-hero set, and was told that there are several abandoned bases currently on the market that might do.

One is the former headquarters of the Defenders in Nassau county. Now that the Defenders are back working out of Dr. Strange's brownstone in downtown Manhattan, the stables belonging to Kyle Richmond are going to waste. I sent Angel, a former Defender himself, to investigate the property but unfortunately Aragon, the winged horse belonging to Valkyrie, has been left to his own devices the last few years and has really torn the place apart. The whole property just reeks of dung. Obviously, this would not do.

The next property Ms. Rosenberg told me about was an abandoned Hudson River pier on Manhattan's lower west side. The old wood structure formerly belonged to one Doctor Octopus. The real estate agent told me it was being offered as a "fixer-upper." Blink was kind enough to teleport there to do an inspection. Most of the windows had been smashed in, there were giant holes in the walls and rubble everywhere, not to mention half-dissolved spider webbing scattered throughout. It was just too much work. Not to mention that Doc Ock is apparently at large again. Who knows if he'd want to come back to his old stomping grounds.

The third piece that the agent had to tell me about was a sub-let. Apparently the Hell Fire Club has been hurting financially after all their run-ins with the X-Men over the years . They own a rather swanky property in mid-town and were looking to rent out the bottom two floors, for the right price. A friend of mine, Jean-Luc Picard, had recently suggested that the X-Hibitionists might feel at home in a nightclub setting. I decided to give the owner of the Club, Sebastian Shaw, a call, to see if perhaps we could strike a deal without involving the real estate agent. When he heard it was me on the phone though, he screamed "Drop dead!" and promptly hung up. The man can certainly hold a grudge.

Those were the only pieces that Ms. Rosenberg had to offer me at the moment. As none of them were really suitable, I think we are going to have to build from the ground up. It's probably better that way. We can be sure to get all the bells and whistles that we want. I'll see if Beast and Forge can whip up some blueprint designs.