Great. Just what I needed. Some power mad lunatic was launching an attack on the X-Men. Was it Apocalypse? The Brotherhood? Oprah?
I reached out with my mind to scan the object telepathically for any clues.
"Hey Professor," Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator responded to my mental command.
"Jon? What are you doing?"
"Coming to get you for our little undercover trip to Pittsburg, of course."
"Oh. You want me to come along?"
"Of course. You're the one who knows Mystique's MO. Plus you have those neato powers."
"Say Jon," I thought, "why is your ship smoking?"
"Oh, that's no big deal. We just had a little adventure getting here. Everything is under control now."
"Your ship is coming in awfully fast, isn't it?"
"Yeah, well the, er, retro boosters don't seem to be firing. They should come on any second. Yep, any second now."
The Danger Sled's speed was increasing dramatically as it hurtled directly towards me. My heart started to beat wildly. I heard Jon and Hudson start screaming in panic. Actually, it was more like Hudson was crying and Jon was telling him to shut the hell up. Either way, this was clearly the end. My life actually started to pass before my eyes. I recalled the time my step-brother, Cain Marko, gave me an atomic wedgie. I remembered the time Eric and I plotted the over-throw of the US government. I heard my ex-wife yelling at me to get the hell out of her house.
The roar from Jon's out of control ship drowned out all other sound. I was about to shut my eyes to try and pretend the impact wasn't about to happen when I saw the ship suddenly come to a complete stop. It hovered, hot and smoking, just a few feet over my head.
"Did I miss anything?" a female voice called from behind me. My head whipped around.
"Jean. Er, not much really. Glad to see you're back from California."