Two days later, he had his answer.

The team had assembled in the war-room to go over the information they had collected on the members of Hades Inc.. Logan had to admit that the file was impressive, although according to Scott, it was also incomplete. Apparently Terri Thompson had been honest when they said they were not going to be hiding. There was information to be found on all of them, save one. It has been easy to dig it up. Other information, though, was proving to be next to impossible to find.

One thing was evident though. Hades Inc. was a mercenary group, hiring out their talents and abilities to whoever could afford them. It was true that they took jobs rescuing cats from trees, but they were also not always the most scrupulous of teams when it came to accepting jobs.

"I'd be willing to bet they would work for Magneto himself, if he walked in and had the money." Scott said irritably. "They did accept the job for Kennedy, but they also apparently accepted a job from Mystique to sabotage a building in Arizona." Some eyebrows took up residence in hairline's and Scott qualified the statement. "She was overheard by one of Forge's group talking about it."

Some nods were the only response to Scott's statement, so the leader of the X-Men continued. "Now, we were able to find out that their offices are in New York. Ironically, they are about 6 miles from the Hellfire Club, and 6 miles from the Judicial building, and there are, by their own statement, 6 bars within 6 miles of the office. They had their building renumbered, so they are located at 666 South Fireside Street. Someone has a quirky sense of humor in the group." Some nods of agreement met that statement. Scott continued. "We were unable to turn up anything about the man Terri called Troll, other than that they will alternate it with the name Zach. No one outside of Hades has seen him, that we have been able to turn up. The man is some sort of recluse, I gather, and never leaves the compound. But we were able to find some information on the others."

"Thomas Reynolds" Scott said as a holographic image appeared in the center of the table in the war-room. "Also known as Immortis. As far as we can tell, he has a heightened healing factor and exceptional strength. That's all we were able to find on his abilities. There was no record of birth to be found, but there is a record of service with the Army. He apparently served in Vietnam. From start to finish. And his reputation there was not a good one. He was known to be an indiscriminate killer, and apparently their entire platoon, made up completely of mutants, if the records are correct, were pretty much the same. According to the records, they were sent out on suicide missions they were not expected to come back from. And that platoon went through four lieutenants during their tour of duty. One was killed on a mission."

"What happened to the other three?" 'Ro asked.

"The platoon killed them." Scott said, and the words just hung in the room while the team looked at the man holographically replicated before them.

The man stood 6'0" and had long dark hair, broad, massively muscled shoulders, a tapered waist, and powerful looking legs. He appeared to be only 35 years old. He was also more scarred that anyone Logan could remember ever seeing before. Starting with a single scar on his left cheek, running from eyebrow to chin, he had scars around his neck and shoulders, chest and arms, around both wrists, through the fronts and backs of each hand, as though they had been punctured clean through. Although the black uniform covered much of his chest and legs, Logan could guess the man had scars almost everywhere. The eyes were dark, and hard. There was a look in them that spoke of much skill, and the absolute confidence that there was nothing anyone could do to him that he had not already survived. Logan recognized that look. Mr. Reynolds was a survivor. Just like he was.

"Bradley Turner" Scott said, as Reynolds disappeared and the image changed. A shorter man, standing 5'8" with long dish-water blond hair tucked under a beat up cowboy hat, he had an athletic build and a boyish face.. There was no way of telling what color the man's eyes were, as they were covered by sunglasses. He was also dressed in the black uniform that people were coming to recognize as the Hades Inc. Uniform, but a white coat of a doctor covered it, and the signature black bag was held in one hand. There was a generally unkempt look about him that was completely out of keeping with a doctor, as was the cigarette that was between the man's lips. "Also known as Power Link, age 38." Scott said. "The ability to channel and redirect energy. We haven't been able to find out what kind of energy, though. He is apparently their doctor, and the AMA has records showing the man finished 7 fields of studies, including his residency, with top honors, all before the age of 19. A contact there claims Turner was an idiot savant, since there was no other way anyone could explain him otherwise. Apparently he admitted himself into an institution for the insane. Signed his own admittance papers. And apparently he let himself out again. Then again, there is also record of a death certificate for the man on file, written and signed in red crayon."

The image changed again and the team looked up . . . and up . . . and up. The man stood nine feet tall, and was BUILT too!. Muscular and broad, his hair was brown and cut short. His deep brown eyes were warm and smiling, and held a look of kindness and hope. And for all that the man was huge, it was also evident that he was still quite young. Logan put him at perhaps 21 years old, and wondered what he was doing on that team.

"John Ryker." Scott introduced the monolithic man. "Also known as Everest. Exceptional strength, near invulnerability, and can take 30 mile leaps, resulting in craters when he lands, and causing some serious earth tremors. Born in Indiana, only child. Age 20."

"This is Pete Mitchell, also known as Pit Bull." Scott said, and the X-Men could imagine where he got the name from. His features were decidedly canine, although not overly so. He stood six feet even, with short brown hair. He stood slightly hunched, and his hips were oddly disjointed, placed so they were angled forward. His nose was short, pugged, and turned up slightly at the end. His jaw was powerful, and Logan's eyes picked out the small swellings in the upper and lower lips that indicated he had pronounced canine's like his own.

"Look at those eyes!" Jubilee nudged Rogue and the whole team looked, and all the ladies smiled. Pit Bull had soft brown eyes, exactly like a puppy's. But Logan had no doubt that the man could be every bit as ferocious as his name implied.

"Ladies," Scott said. "Let's stick to business, please." When they settled down he continued reading the file. "Pit Bull has the heightened senses that his name implies. I would guess almost as good as yours Logan" Scott looked at Logan expectantly. Logan just looked back. He didn't know what Scott expected him to say. He didn't know the man, and couldn't say one way or the other. "Right" Scott said after a moment. "Heightened senses, and speed, and a powerful jaw. Born in North Dakota. One of two children. Age 25."

The image changed again, and the female member stood before them. "Teresa Natasha Thompson." Scott said, and Logan had it. He knew who she was even before Scott said it. "Also known as TNT. The daughter of Marcus and Marcella Thompson, founders and CEO's of Thompson Pharmaceuticals. Only child, age 24. Public Relations Representative for Hades Incorporated. She hits things."

"She HIT t'ings?" Gambit asked, confused. "L'il t'ing like her?"

Scott nodded. "Apparently when she hits things, though, they sort of explode. With a 30 ton force."

Logan began to laugh. The team looked at him and he shrugged. "She always had an explosive temper." was all he said, it was all he could say, he was laughing so hard.