"Oh Jon, one more thing," I said, calling the Intergalactic Gladiator back. He and Hudson were in the Danger Sled, having just left the Batcave. You know, with Batman?


"Did you get someone else to particpate in the presidential debate?" he asked hopefully.


"Ah no, I'm afraid it's still just the one chimp, Lancelot Link. I hear he's very big in Iowa."


"Great."


"Look, the reason why I called you back is because Cerebro finally managed to track down Mystique. We can confront her! Find out who set you up with that fake photo."


"Well that is good news. Where is she?"


"Pittsburg. She has set up a business there apparently."


"Sounds good. Are you going to send the X-Men to nab her?"


"No, that won't work with her. If she sees the team coming, she'll just slip away. If she senses me trying to probe her, same thing. She has excellent psychic defenses."


"So how do we get her?" Jon asked.


"Well, I was thinking that we could put you in disguise. She doesn't really know you so you could pose as a customer. Kind of an ironic twist there if you think about it. Heh heh."


"Twist?"


"Well, she's a shape changer and you would be sort of changing your shape so . ."


"Yeah, I got it. Do you want us to pick you up?"


"Definitely."